Entry #17
High Orbit, New Dallas,
Terran Hegemony
12:00 18 January 2767
Whatever Governor – excuse me, Interim Director-General - Clay thought of the plan at first glance, the crowds around the Executive Mansion in Caddo City are making their feelings known about the hastily produced badges on the right shoulders of the soldiers and BattleMechs parading through the avenues of the city return the salutes of Clay and a sour-faced Major General Kataga.
Many of the regiments had fought under the General’s command only days before, storming the enclaves of Republican troops that New Dallas’ defenders had been wise enough to bar from entry to their fortifications. Now they don’t have the Cameron Star, badge of the Star League, displayed on their uniforms. Instead they proudly wear the globe in laurels of the Terran Hegemony.
Not all the soldiers on New Dallas have transferred – in fact less than a third have and virtually all are reservists – but the vast majority of them are in the parade.
And Caddo City loves them.
I can practically hear the cheering from orbit. These are their soldiers, not a part of the SLDF that could be sent off across the Inner Sphere on little to no notice. A month ago that wouldn’t have mattered quite so much (although this was New Dallas) but that was then and this is now. Today New Dallas stands almost alone while more than a hundred worlds that were friends and neighbours are trying out Amaris’ boot as an adornment for the back of their necks.
Of course, quite a number of those soldiers will be leaving New Dallas in weeks to come but there’s no need to spoil the show.
“This is a historic moment,†Clay announces once the last of the soldiers have marched into their proper places. “In the past, governments have awarded medals to soldiers, to military units and on at least one occasion to an island. While the SLDF routinely recognises the accomplishments of a ship and its crew, I believe that today New Dallas is witness to the first occasion when an artificial intelligence is decorated for their valour and their dedication to duty.â€
“Between 27 December 2766 and 13 January 2767, SLS Praetorian has distinguished himself by repeatedly engaging in battle against warships in the service of the Usurper, Stefan Amaris. Through his diligent efforts, Republican efforts to seize control of Terra were delayed long enough for many government officials to escape. In addition to this, under his direction, the heir to the late First Lord of the Star League was rescued from captivity, critical resources were denied to the Usurper and the planet of New Dallas delivered from the menace of a fleet of Republican warships.â€
“It is my great privilege to award to SLS Praetorian the Star of New Dallas. Wear it with the pride that the people of New Dallas have in you. Colonel Corvus, if you would do the honours?â€
Aboard me, facing a bulkhead that I have carefully picked to have absolutely nothing valuable right behind it, Taylor Corvus makes brief use of a welding torch. The moment is immortalised by camera. What historians will one day make of it, I have no idea.
“I tried to get him to go for granting you citizenship too, Tommy, but he figured it was too much, too fast,†Corvus advised me, secure in the knowledge that I was transmitting video but not audio.
“He may be right. Besides, then I’d have to pay taxes.â€
“Good point. Maybe we should emphasize that you took out half of Zebebelgenubi’s tax records.â€
“Maybe we shouldn’t. I’m fairly well prepared to defend myself against Republican warships, but if I get sued for tax fraud I’d be in over my head.â€
“Wouldn’t we all?â€
Down below, Titus was winding up his remarks. “Perhaps Praetorian would like to give the Hegemony Armed Forces a few words?â€
At least he isn’t springing this as a surprise. I’ve had a little time to prepare some remarks. Then I thought about it a bit more. The Director-General had asked for something rousing and morale boosting.
I don’t open with words. I open with a beat.
Bam-bam-boom.
My ‘face’ appears on the central monitor behind the Governor, flanked by a shot of my hull from a media shuttle at a range of about two kilometers and by the medal now welded to me.
Bam-bam-boom.
I can see feet twitching in the crowds. The soldiers have better discipline, even if they’re supposed to be ‘at ease’.
Bam-bam-boom.
“~Stefan you’re a fool, make a big noise, overthrow the League, gonna be a dead man some day. You got blood on your face, you big disgrace. Gonna kick your ass all over the place. Singing I will, I will rock you.~†On the screen I held out my hand, sweeping my finger across the crowd. “~We will, we will rock you.~â€
I throw Clay a break, putting a kareoke-like stream of lyrics across his prompter. He hasn’t got to his position without knowing a cue when he saw one and his voice joins mine with barely a falter.
“~Stefan you’re the wrong man, fat man. Word’s on the street, gonna take back the League some day. You got blood on your face, you big disgrace. Waving our banner all over the place.~†Is there singing in the crowd? “Sing it!â€
“~WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU!~â€
From the sound of that, yes, there is.
“~Stefan you’re out of luck, out of time; telling you right now, Amanda’s coming home some day.~†And Clay gestures towards the soldiers to join in as we get to the familiar words.
“~YOU GOT BLOOD ON YOUR FACE, YOU BIG DISGRACE.~†I throw the next words up onto the main screen for the crowd. They respond enthusiastically. “~SOMEONE BETTER PUT YOU BACK INTO YOUR PLACE! WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU!~â€
“Sing it! Everybody!â€
Like we need to tell them that! “WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU!†I don’t think anyone would even notice the guitar solo cut in, so I give them the beat instead. Bam-bam-boom. Bam-bam-boom. “WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU!â€