San Francisco, Terra
Alliance Core, Terran Hegemony
26 May 2776
The ancient bridge that crossed the mouth of the bay had been one more victim of Amaris’ soldiers as they fought a long retreat up the Pacific coast. Now, with thousands watching from boats and tens of thousands more on the shores a combined team of SLDF engineers and specialists from all around Terra worked together to lay the last section of the span.
John Davion was standing a reasonably safe distance back from the southern team as they worked to link their section up with that extending from the northern half of the bridge. The winds were a little higher than predicted and it was making it hard to ensure the two sections aligned correctly. Only after several long minutes and some quiet cursing from an engineer were the pins in the correct position and tension was very slowly let out of the great cables linking the sections back to the bridge towers.
As the cables were extended, the roadway sank into place and cheers went up. John shared a dry smile with the man waiting across the way from him. They had to wait a few more minutes for the engineers to check their sensors and ensure that the bridge wouldn’t suddenly give way with the addition of a couple of hundred more kilograms but then they were finally allowed to walk forward and greet each other.
And they think we’re in charge of anything? John thought wryly as he exchanged a shallow bow with Minoru Kurita and then clasped hands with the Coordinator. We’re not even allowed to walk over a bridge until it’s been checked for safety.
“Ladies and gentlemen,†Kurita said in a clear, carrying voice. “It’s my great pleasure to join the First Prince in announcing the Golden Gate Bridge has been restored. In only a few more days it will be available to traffic once more.â€
John began his own short speech, only to pause as he saw a small number of workers hanging something off the side of the bridge. He didn’t recall that as part of the ceremony. Were those… rolls of paper?
“Is something wrong?†the Coordinator asked.
John glanced at the cameras. “Well, I had more of a speech,†he said with a smile, “But it seems the bridge is already opened for… oh yes, a great tradition for this part of North America – students making a political statement.â€
Security staff and engineers rushed to intercept the intruders but not before the rolls were pushed off the edge. One, insufficiently secured, tumbled into the waters below but the rest simply unrolled into long banners that he couldn’t read from here but presumably contained a political protest visible from below.
“My Lords, if you would please…†A security team closer around John and Minoru. “The area is no longer secure.â€
“I think we’re relatively safe,†John noted as the six young men and women were dragged back from the edge. Two engineers vastly too senior for the job began examining how the posters were secured, presumably with the intention of removing them as quickly as possible.
Kurita nodded. “A good phrase. Relatively safe. I would rate this as comparable to my younger son waving his fork over the injustice of being expected to eat his vegetables.â€
“Zabu would be… nineteen now?â€
“Well this was twelve years ago.â€
John smiled slightly. “From all accounts, he’s a young man of substance. I would say that we might be in slightly less peril on this occasion.â€
The security team’s leader looked pained. “My lords, please. This could be a diversion.â€
“It hardly seems necessary when we’re out here in the open already.†But John allowed the guards to usher the pair of them to a waiting ground car that quickly whisked them both away to the north, an escort falling in around them.
“A little excitement to round out the day,†Minoru observed, looking out of the window. “I find this a pleasant part of Terra. A shame that the occidentals colonised it before my own ancestors.â€
“Well, they did have several thousand years to get around to crossing the Pacific,†John replied. “And while it’s not a time I’ve studied in great depth, weren’t there quite a lot of settlers from the Japanese islands during the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries in these parts?â€
“Men and women after my own heart.†The Coordinator turned his gaze sharply towards John. “Lord Davion, I believe we have matters to discuss.â€
“We’ve been discussing matters for a week in Council without any noticeable progress.â€
“Then we should discuss it out of council, as you have already with Marik and with Liao’s son. Nothing seems to have come of those conversations.â€
John leant one elbow against the lower edge of the window. “Nothing of substance, perhaps. What do you have in mind?â€
“As you have been attentive during the Council, you know my qualifications to lead the Star League and of my intention to do so.â€
“I’ve been paying attention, yes.â€
“My understanding is that you have no specific objection to any one of us, including myself.â€
“It would be politically difficult for me to support you. On a personal level, I don’t find you objectionable so long as the succession isn’t then guaranteed to your elder son.â€
Minoru frowned. “You object to Jinjiro?â€
“My understanding is that he’s a very able military officer. Without an actual war it’s hard to say, but some reports suggest he could be brilliant. I’m not convinced his temperament is so suited to the debates inside the Star League Council. The First Lord is merely first among equals, after all. And a First Lord from outside the Hegemony wouldn’t have their wealth and technological prowess to back him.â€
“They would have the might of the Draconis Combine Mustered Soldiery.â€
“That would make for a very different Star League. I don’t doubt that you, or for that matter your younger son, recall well that there is both a time to draw one’s sword and a time to sheath it. Jinjiro strikes me as a man not entirely convinced of the latter,†John warned. “He may grow out of it, of course. And your family tend to be long-lived. If you live as long as your father then the point would be moot for forty or fifty years.â€
“Many things can change in such a time.â€
“That’s true.â€
“What would you say,†the Coordinator asked, “if I were to offer the reversal of the Border War. Richard forced you to give up your conquests. Another First Lord might overturn the decision and…â€
“I would be very offended, Lord Kurita. If you were to make such an offer then I’d consider it a slight to my intelligence and to my honour.†John let a slight smile cross his face. “But of course, you would not make so foolish a mistake. Were one such decision overturned then it would set a precedent that other are open to challenge – the settlement that Lady Jocasta imposed to end our war forty years ago, for example.â€
Kurita nodded. “You are indeed no fool, Lord John. I ask your forbearance at my little test. So many of our peers have begun acting the fool, offering transparent bribes of this nature.â€
“The leadership of the Star League is not something that should be bought and sold.â€
“I agree. But it should be settled. And I believe the conditions that you require are two further votes in my favour for your absentation – or a vote and a promise of absentation?â€
“That’s one qualification no one has met so far,†John agreed.
“My father once told me that Aleksandr Kerensky’s lack of ambition beyond his current place made him an incalculable threat but an invaluable ally. Amaris lacked the wisdom to recognise that. And I see in you a similar capacity. I believe the chances of securing the throne for one of us are far greater if he is granted a vote in the Council.â€
“Meaning two votes would be available for someone other than those casting it. But you voted against granting full membership to the Rim Worlds Protectorate.â€
Kurita held up his hand. “I opposed – and still oppose – making such an offer to the rebels. But Kerensky… a man deserving all the accolades of a samurai, to him I would have no objection. Indeed, I might well propose that the Rim Worlds Protectorate alone be extended the offer of membership.â€
“Might you?â€
“Let us suppose that I were to persuade one further lord to support me. If that were the case, would you and Lord Kerensky be inclined to offer me your votes and end this deadlock?â€
John frowned. “I cannot speak for him.â€
“It would be for the good of the Star League, would it not?â€
.o0O0o.
Unity City, Terra
Alliance Core, Terran Hegemony
27 May 2776
“John.†Hanse gave him a serious look. “I’m not kidding around here. Entrusting the Star League to Minoru Kurita is a terrible idea.â€
“We have to go with someone.â€
“Someone, yes. But not just anyone. We’re talking about a House who’ve turned back the clock on centuries of social development and model themselves on samurai from the Japanese Warring States.â€
“As opposed to the Arthurian myths our Mechwarriors are so fond of?†John asked. They were alone in the back of his car. “They’re a modern state, Hanse, admittedly with a different culture than ours. Maybe in your time the technological regression had them lording over rice-growing peasantry, but they have a pretty big industrial sector and very active commerce. A jumpship can’t be knocked together in a primitive workshop.â€
“They also have a police force whose idea of riot control is to fire shotguns into the crowd and think firing squads are a legitimate way of dealing with political disagreements.â€
“Being fair, that’s not unique to the Kuritas.â€
“In other states that’s an aberration, not business as usual.â€
John shook his head. “Hanse, we’re not talking about making him Coordinator of the Inner Sphere. The First Lordship is more constrained and Minoru knows it. He’s agreed already that before voting on his nomination we’ll relieve the position of its associated titles and positions. We’re not making Jinjiro the Duke of New Avalon.â€
“Blake’s beard,†Hanse groaned. “Don’t blame me if his first decision is that his cousin Vincent should be First Prince in your place.â€
“I don’t believe he’d make that mistake but if he does then I gather ‘I told you so’ will be a very satisfying phrase to throw in my face.â€
The car pulled up and Hanse fell silent, jumping out of the ground car ahead of John. The SLDF building was lit up despite the hour. Even with most of the administration taking place on New Earth, managing the Terran presence of the force was a twenty-four hour activity.
“General Davion.†The guards snapped to attention as John approached the door. “Please go right in. General Kerensky is expecting you.â€
“Do you think they’ll ever stop calling you and Kerensky Generals?†asked Hanse as they entered the elevator.
John shook his head slightly and hit the button for the senior officer’s residential level. Kerensky hadn’t moved out of the small suite he’d occupied when he first returned to Unity City. It probably hadn’t occurred to anyone here that he should. Or no one dared be first to voice the thought.
On the other hand, the Protector spent about half his nights away from the city under the guise of various duties. Some of those were likely visits to his family – still a secret. John hoped he was in a position to see his fellow Council Lords’ faces when they realised they hadn’t elected a childless old man to a life position, they’d appointed the beginnings of a dynasty. Kerensky had even confided that he’d marked his eldest’s birthday – the day before the Council had reconvened – by taking Nicholas out in his ‘Mech and giving the boy his first piloting lesson. If he kept that up then the secret wouldn’t last long.
It was a short walk and two more checkpoints to the door to Kerensky’s suite. A bell chimed when John pressed the panel beside the door.
A moment later Kerensky opened his door. “Come in,†he invited. “You were very mysterious on the phone.â€
“If the other Council Lords haven’t tapped the Court’s communications by now then I assume they’re not even trying.â€
“I find them very trying,†Kerensky observed wryly.
Aaron DeChevilier was slumped in an armchair, a glass holding only melting ice in one hand. “Lord Davion,†he said without rising. “Please tell me you’ve decided to launch a coup. I can have regiments around the court before dawn.â€
“How much have you drunk tonight?â€
“Either too much or not enough.†He shook the glass, ice cubes sliding around the bottom. “You have to save us from those fools. It’s your duty, yours and Kerensky’s, as the only adults.â€
“Minoru Kurita is fourteen years older than me.â€
“That doesn’t make him an adult,†the general said sadly. “My wife would make a better First Lord.â€
“Now there’s an idea I could get behind!†Hanse said enthusiastically. “Ian Cameron made his wife Commanding General, why not have the Commanding General make his wife First Star Lord?â€
Kerensky shook his head. “We’re not having another coup, Aaron. Go to your own rooms and sleep this off.†The two of them levered DeChevilier up out of the chair and helped him to the door. From there one of the guards volunteered to make sure the Commanding General reached his suite, only a few doors away.
“So?†Kerensky emptied DeChevilier’s glass down the sink of the small kitchen unit and produced a fresh one. “What brings you here? Vodka?â€
“Thanks, but put some ice in it.†John took the same seat DeChevilier had occupied. It was still warm beneath him. “Minoru Kurita, as it happens.â€
“Out of all of you, I think he’s the last I’d want in the First Lord’s seat.â€
“But better him than no one.â€
“Perhaps.†Kerensky handed over a glass and topped up his own. “Do you think he has the votes?â€
“I think he has a reasonable plan for how to obtain them. And given he figured out how to appeal to me, I’d say… fifty-fifty.â€
“As good as that? He stood aside during the Coup, John. Can we trust a man who did this?â€
“With his family as hostages, can we blame him?†John met the gaze unflinchingly. “And he did nothing to stop others from the Combine who joined us.â€
Kerensky’s eyes were far away for a moment. “Maybe. What did he offer you/â€
“An end to the wrangling, the removal of some of the secondary titles and so forth that might let the First Lord wield undue influence within the other states… I think that might be what he hopes to sway Keith Cameron with, actually…â€
“Ah, that one has been at DeChevilier again. Wanted SLDF ‘support’ in handling riots. More likely he wants them to carry the blame of doing so, it would mean his Hegemony Armed Forces have clean hands.â€
“I hadn’t heard that,†John admitted. “More riots?â€
“Pro-Amaris, of all things. Or of his supporters. Protesting that there has been a clean sweep of his adherents from office.â€
John winced. “That might have gone a bit far. Some of the lower ranking officials were just keeping their heads down.â€
Kerensky shrugged. “Which does not mean they should keep their jobs. But yes. I am aware that I am keeping on Rim Worlds soldiers in service which is much as you are saying.â€
“Right now they’re sweeping out everyone down to a dog-catcher who held any office under Amaris. All well and good but between that and his purges, there aren’t many people left who know how the government worked.â€
Kerensky shrugged. “So, Kurita.â€
“Oh, and he wants you on the council.â€
“Change of view there?â€
John made a face. “Setting aside his justifications, it’s a trade-off. He’d vote for you, though not the other three states, but he wants your vote in return.â€
“Hmm. I would vote for the Periphery to have votes too. And that could give us four votes on that. It’s the only solution in the end.â€
“We’d have to convince them to accept it, but that’s a problem for another time. Obviously I can’t speak for you.â€
“You would vote for him?†Kerensky asked seriously.
“If he can show me he has another lord’s vote then probably, yes. Frankly, even if he’s not elected, getting you on the Council would break up some of the deadlocks. The First Lord’s ability to break ties only matters if there are tied votes – a bit less likely with seven than six on the Council.â€
Kerensky sipped. “I would prefer another. But our choices are limited. You may advise him that if he can secure full membership for the Rim Worlds Protectorate then I will vote for him, at least when he is next nominated. If that fails then I will consider myself relieved of obligation and will vote my conscience.â€
.o0O0o.
Unity City, Terra
Alliance Core, Terran Hegemony
29 May 2776
As John and Aleksandr Kerensky entered the long arched corridor that led to the Star League Council’s meeting chamber they found Minoru Kurita was talking to Keith Cameron there.
“Gentlemen,†the Coordinator said, bowing slightly to each in turn. “A pleasure to see you both on what may be a historic date.â€
“One can never tell how a battle will go,†Kerensky gave Cameron a curious look. “I trust you are well, Director-General?â€
“Half the Congress want me strung up as an Amaris sympathiser, but otherwise I’m fine,†the man grumbled. “The fools have no idea how to run a state.â€
“I had heard that there was some civil unrest.â€
Coordinator Kurita nodded. “It is unfortunately to be expected that after such a conflict there will those who have yet to find their places in the new order. Alas, it will take time for the Terran Hegemony to re-establish the institutions to redirect wasted energies.â€
John was familiar with the institutions that the Combine favoured in that case – the Civilian Guidance Corps sounded innocuous and their candy-striped uniforms were almost comical but they represented a large and well-equipped paramilitary force. “I understand that you approached the SLDF?â€
Cameron nodded. “I realise DeChevilier has other demands on his resources but the Hegemony Armed Forces are too thinly spread to support law enforcement everywhere they need it.â€
“I’d heard you had a hundred regiments.â€
“A hundred regiments across more than a hundred and forty worlds. And there’s a limit to what ‘Mechs and tanks can do about civilians on the streets unless I start acting the way Amaris did.â€
John nodded. “I begin to see the problem.â€
“I have offered equipment and training for the Director-General’s police departments,†Kurita explained. “It would be troublesome if our personnel assisted except where Draconian relief workers are involved. Perhaps we can later prevail upon the Commanding General together.â€
Such as when you’re First Lord and can call on the SLDF for defensive actions, John noted. With seven votes on the Council and hopefully fewer tied votes the First Lord’s office would be weaker in real terms than it had been before... perhaps that would be for the best.
Seeing Hanse leant against the wall, he gestured towards the washroom. “I’ll join you in the council room once I’ve used the facilities.â€
Hanse politely waited while John used a toilet stall – after all, it could be a long session. “I hope you’re right about Kurita.â€
“So do I. But as elected his main influence would be through the SLDF. As long as DeChevilier’s in charge that’s a fairly constrained avenue.â€
“I’m not sure how long he’ll be able to stay in. Kerensky assured his appointment but not how long he’d hold on. He’s been pretty confrontational with the Council so far.â€
“If he’s removed there are only two officers in the SLDF with experience of command above the Army level and I’m unlikely to be offered the job, which would leave Tatjana Baptiste.â€
“They don’t have to pick by seniority. Kerensky was head of Royal Command, for example.â€
John ran the tap and soaped up his hands. “I don’t think there’s a single army or corps commander they could choose that won’t look to Kerensky or DeChevilier as examples.â€
“I hope you’re right. Good luck in there.â€
If it was possible – and if he wasn’t currently washing – John would have shaken hands with the redhead. “I didn’t think you approved.â€
Hanse rubbed the small scar above his right eye. “I don’t. But whether I like it or not I’m only an advisor. You’ve made your decision and now it’s my duty to support you, and that decision, as much as I can.â€
“It’s appreciated.â€
On reaching the Council chamber, John found them all in their seats. Robert Steiner was talking quietly to Barbara Liao, possibly offering some sort of deal, but he left off as John arrived. “What kept you?â€
“Call of nature. Perhaps I had too much coffee for breakfast.â€
“Yes, I’ve noticed you almost nodding off in meetings lately.â€
“They’ve been a little repetitive. So what do we have on today’s agenda. Taxes being withheld? Minister Blake’s progress with the HPGs?â€
Kenyon Marik snorted. “You know perfectly well we were discussing – and dismissing – the Chancellor’s position with regard to the office of First Lord.â€
“You know if someone doesn’t give way on this, nothing’s going to be done. That could have unfortunate consequences.â€
“We aren’t all as retiring as you, Lord Davion,†Liao said bitingly.
Kurita cleared his throat. “Since the Chancellor’s nomination was voted down yesterday, I would like to bring up a new proposal.â€
“What makes you think we’ve changed our minds since you last put your name forwards?†she asked.
“Oh no,†he told her. “A new proposal, or at least a modification of one of Lord Davion’s earlier motions. I’ve been considering the idea of extending membership to the territorial states and while I still believe a general offer is inappropriate, Lord Kerensky does deserve better of us. And the number of Rim Worlds volunteers within the SLDF is larger than I had considered. I’m therefore of the opinion that we should extend full membership of the Star League to the Rim Worlds Protectorate.â€
Marik narrowed his eyes. “They were also behind the Coup.â€
“Not all of them. Indeed, Lord Amaris was so unpopular that there was an assassination plot that came close to killing him as he departed on his final trip to Terra. Matters would surely have gone very differently if it had succeeded.â€
“One would hope,†said John a little wistfully.
“Besides, we’re just setting ourselves up for further instability there – Kerensky has no heirs so once he dies the Protectorate will fall apart. Do we want a Council seat in disarray?â€
“Actually, Captain-General, I have two sons.â€
Marik paused at that revelation. “You do? Why is this the first I’ve heard of it?â€
“You never asked,†Kerensky replied politely. “I prefer to keep my family out of the public eye, although that will no longer be possible I suppose. Ah well.â€
“I think we all made our positions clear when this was last debated,†Steiner suggested. “Let’s simply vote on the issue.â€
“Do I hear objection?†asked John, looking particularly at the Captain-General. When he heard nothing, he rested his hands on the desk. “Very well. A vote of aye admits the Rim Worlds Protectorate to sign the accords as a full member state with all rights and responsibilities. A vote of nay denies this. I vote aye.â€
“Nay,†Liao said immediately.
John blinked at the reversal of her previous position and looked past Steiner at the Chancellor who didn’t meet his eyes.
“Also nay,†said the Archon.
“Nay,†Marik added triumphantly. “And with three nays, no need for further votes. Too bad, Protector Kerensky, too bad.â€
“It may very well be.â€
Barbara Liao leant forwards and looked down the table. “Lord Kerensky, you are free to continue to attend these meetings but we have all heard your advice. I recommend that you consider returning to Apollo and beginning your, perhaps overdue, efforts to replace the provisional government with a more permanent solution.â€
“I am beginning,†he said slowly, “To think that I might be able to do more good there.â€
She nodded. “I would not, of course, wish to make you feel unwelcome on the world of your birth but there seems so much for you to do in the Rim Worlds…â€
“I will consider your advice carefully, Chancellor.â€
“Thank you, Protector. That’s all I’d ever ask of you.â€
Kurita shook his head. “I am saddened to see that we are unable to reach a consensus on this matter.â€
“You mean you’re sorry you haven’t managed to get some bought and paid for votes,†the Chancellor said sharply. “Next time offer your own worlds. Do you think I’d support someone so shameless as to offer brigandry at the expense of the Capellan Confederation?â€
“I confess you have me at something of a loss,†Kurita said with only the slightest of pauses. Enough though to catch the eye of others.
“Oh so that’s what was going on. Why Coordinator, you should have told me,†Marik said smugly. “You know how fond I am of Andurien.â€
Liao rose to her feet. “Crawl back between your mother’s legs, Marik.†She pushed her chair away. “I actually extended you a little trust, Davion. Fortunately I learned better in time,†she added as she walked past him to the door.
John stared after her. She had to be referring to the tentative offer of Valexa and Angelsey that Kurita had raised, but he’d never entertained that.
“She’s in a poor temper today,†Kurita said after a moment. “Perhaps we should not continue without her.â€
“Unless she at least attends to abstain, we can’t cast a vote so I’m inclined to agree,†Steiner agreed. “A very short meeting, but I feel it settled a couple of issues so it’s not all bad.â€
Kerensky rose to his feet. “Excuse me, gentlemen.†He left the room and Kurita followed.
A moment later, Keith Cameron closed his attaché case. “It’s not as if I have nothing else to do,†he said. “Good day.â€
It took John a moment to realise that Robert Steiner was making no move to follow. “No one needs to offer me worlds, Robert,†he said quietly. “All I want…â€
“All you want is everything back in its box neatly.†The Archon seemed amused. “The universe isn’t so neat and tidy, whatever eastern mystics claim. You should have known that I’d never let you appoint Kurita of all people. What were you thinking?â€
John looked up sharply. “What do you mean?â€
“I have my sources. You, Kurita, Cameron and Kerensky. A nice little voting block. Two naïve idealists and one opportunist dancing on the Dragon’s strings.†Steiner leant forwards. “I informed Barbara of Kurita’s idea of offering you the worlds you took back in ’62. Her own suspicions did the rest.â€
“You really oppose him that much?â€
“Of course I do. If you were as smart as you think, you’d know that we can never allow a Kurita to rule the League. Think, man! How long have the Suns and Combine been butting heads? Almost as long as the Commonwealth has been beating off their attacks.â€
“And I suppose you have an alternative candidate?â€
“Kurita is a tyrant. Marik is a bag of daddy issues. You’ve taken yourself out of the running – probably your only wise decision, if you’re this gullible. And we both know the Capellans and Terrans are too weak. Who does that leave, John?â€
“Given most of them likely find you unacceptable for some similarly self-justifying reason, no one.†John frowned. Something about that… eh… “If this goes on it could tear down the Star League.â€
“Without a First Lord, John, there’s no one to send in the Star League Defense Force. They’re politically impotent so if it comes to a war…†He shrugged. “I have the largest navy in the Inner Sphere outside of the SLDF, and my army’s almost as large as Kurita’s – not to mention better equipped.â€
“To what end? You aren’t going to conquer one of the other Member-States, we’re too well balanced. The fighting will just drag on and on.â€
“I’m not so convinced of that. In fact, I think the Hegemony would fall quickly, and that’ll leave the Commonwealth as the strongest industrial power even with other realms taking their slices of the pie. After that, the Capellans – which leaves you and Marik fighting for their scraps… and neither Liao nor Cameron can risk that so they’ll compromise before it comes to such a war.†Steiner smiled thinly. “When I have their votes, I’ll come to you, John. You don’t have to vote for me if it chokes you so much. Just abstain.â€
“If it comes to that.â€
The Archon shrugged. “If you were willing to bend for Kurita, I’ve no doubt you’ll accept me. Everyone has a price – yours is just a little different.â€
.o0O0o.
Unity City, Terra
Alliance Core, Terran Hegemony
6 June 2776
“Just for the sake of completion,†John said wearily. “I nominate myself for the position of the First Lord. Do I have a second?â€
The rest of the Council looked at him but no one said anything immediately. Keith Cameron frowned in thought but the others seemed only passingly curious. A week had passed since the attempt to seat Kerensky as a member and nothing had changed for the better.
“You’re not going to list your qualifications?†asked Kenyon Marik.
“If you don’t know who I am by now,†John replied, “Then I can only assume you haven’t been paying attention. Never mind. Absent a second I withdraw the motion.â€
“How very gentlemanly,†Barbara said, with sarcasm dripping from her voice.
“I don’t see the point in wasting more time that necessary on something so unlikely to win support.â€
“Now if only the rest of the Council were so minded.â€
John stared at her. “Yes. If only.â€
He sat and tuned out her pitch to become First Lord. She’d hit most of the salient points already – being one of the first three Houses to join the Star League, the Capellans as smallest of the members after the Camerons being least destabilising, being second most senior member, having supported the SLDF against Amaris…
“John, I understand the sentiment, but if you fall asleep you’ll look like you’re in your dotage,†Hanse warned. He’d moved into Kerensky’s vacant seat now that the Protector of the Rim Worlds had left Terra.
It wasn’t exactly an idea that warmed his heart. “At the risk of startling everyone, perhaps we could discuss something new?â€
“I wasn’t finished speaking, Lord Davion,†the Chancellor said frostily. “Just because you don’t wish to be First Lord doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t take it seriously.â€
“I’m fairly sure that I’m the only one who taking this seriously. You’re all after the throne but has it occurred to anyone that there’s a very weighty desk attached? If you just want to feel good about yourselves I can buy you tiaras, it’ll be petty cash compared to the costs of rebuilding the Star League. Or you can keep arguing until there isn’t a Star League to be First Lord of.â€
Minoru Kurita shook his head. “That’s a little alarmist, Lord Davion. Virtually all of the Star League, when you come down to it, was unscathed by Amaris. Only the Periphery and the Terran Hegemony were fought over.â€
“How much is your tax revenue down these days? Someone out of work because their employers go bust is as likely to go refugee as someone who lost their job due to the factory sprouting a mushroom cloud.†John shook his head. “Do we even need a First Lord? Why not just appoint a moderator, someone to break ties and move on.â€
“And who would you suggest? Your good friend Helena Cameron?†asked Marik.
“I don't think she'd return here willingly, but we’re entrusting Blake with our communications, why not him?â€
“Nope!†Hanse said firmly, shaking his head. “Nope!â€
“Or DeChevilier, or whoever heads the BSLA should we ever get around to choosing someone. Hell, add all three posts to the Council as non-voting members and let them collectively break ties if that’s what it takes.â€
Liao shook her head. “You’re out of order.â€
And you’re out of your minds, he thought but didn’t say. “Lady Liao, are you familiar with the game ‘Chicken’?â€
“I don’t believe so?â€
“It’s an incredibly stupid game adolescent drivers or Mechwarriors play,†Steiner explained. “They point their vehicles at each other, open the throttle and the first one to turn away loses.â€
“And if neither does?â€
“That’s when it gets expensive,†the Archon noted. “I don’t see the relevance, Lord Davion.â€
“That surprises me, Lord Steiner. After all, that’s your entire game plan – watch the League die by inches as you squabble and the last one to give up wins… which by default means the next First Lord will be the one who cares least about the Star League’s wellbeing. Doesn’t that seem a little backwards to you?â€
Kurita leant forwards. “My lord Davion, please calm yourself. Your deep concern does you credit but I believe you’re taking this all out of proportion.â€
“Just like Jonathan Cameron,†Robert Steiner murmured.
John stiffened. Jonathon Cameron’s paranoid dreams of threats to Terra had led to his constructing the Space Defense System networks at unprecedented expense in hopes of barring the ‘strange coarse men’ that stalked Terra in his nightmares. And then the wealth poured into them had reaped thousands of ships and over a hundred of thousand lives from those seeking to liberate the mad First Lord’s home world.
Maybe he’d been more right than he knew. Had he had his own version of Hanse perhaps? One that spoke less clearly?
“That is not a comparison, I’m comfortable with,†he told them firmly.
“That was out of order,†agreed Kenyon Marik. “You should apologise, Lord Steiner.â€
“Of course. Please accept my sincerest apologies, John.†The Archon even sounded genuine. “But you do seem… would you be offended if I said tired?â€
“No Robert. That the truth. I am tired.†He folded his hands. “Perhaps I should return to New Avalon. My presence here is hardly necessary.â€
Keith Cameron and Kenyon Marik mouthed soft words that denied either his words or his relevance. At that moment he couldn’t bring himself to care what they were saying no to.
“On the matter of who should be First Lord, I pre-emptively abstain. With that, any three of you that come to agreement will have a majority in nominating your candidate.†He pushed himself to his feet, feeling very old. “I will be on New Avalon. If you wish to debate anything else -†Anything productive. “- then the HPG links have long-since been restored.â€
No one prevented him from walking out the door, returning the salute of the guards. The debate, the never-ending debate, resumed before he left the room.
“Do you need help, General Davion?†asked a familiar voice.
Turning, he saw Elizabeth Hazen standing there. She wore a major’s rank tabs. “Probably,†John admitted. “But I’m damned if I know whose. Could you have someone call my aircar?â€
“You’re leaving?â€
He paused as the words struck a chord. Leaving. Oh.
“John?†asked Hanse. “Is something wrong?â€
The First Prince sighed. “You’re from Terra, aren’t you, Major Hazen?â€
“Yes sir, born and raised in Virginia.â€
“I’m very sorry I couldn’t do more for you. Very sorry indeed.†Then he squared his shoulders. “Best of luck, Major. We may all need it.â€
.o0O0o.
Kitimat, Keid
Alliance Core, Terran Hegemony
9 July 2776
Since Titan, Janos Grec had fallen into a pattern.
In the mornings he searched Keid for his wife and daughters. Queried refugee centres for both their names, those of relatives, those of neighbours. When he found a link he’d travel to enquire of them and then follow whatever leads they could provide. Thus far he had found neither his family nor – more positively – any evidence of their deaths or of capture by Amaris’ security services. Which would have been the same thing save perhaps more torturous; but for some reason he drew a line between the two.
In the afternoons, Janos found a bar. SLDF uniform was generally good for a free drink, his rank tabs for a second and after that his diminishing savings – Aleksandr and then Aaron had made sure to see to it that he received monthly pension deposits into what was left of Keid’s banking system, which was keeping him almost afloat financially.
The evenings he generally could not remember and he pretended when he woke, shaved and otherwise made himself presentable that he could not remember the nights either.
The morning’s routine was getting harder and harder to sustain. The afternoon’s wasn’t any easier though.
He was on his third drink, the first he’d paid for himself, when the holovid display above the bar switched to a news station.
“What the hell?†the man on the next bar-stool along protested. “Put the cricket back on.â€
“Shut up,†the bartender said in a flat voice that sparked attention in Grec. Thumbing a second control on the handset, the volume rose.
“- announcement from New Avalon,†the newscaster reported and then disappeared, her face and the studio around her replaced by the great hall of Castle Davion.
The display zoomed in slowly, cutting away the men and women on the main floor and the great brass-framed glass window outlining the sword and sunburst of the Federated Suns. The sunlight outside streamed down onto the dais, painting the emblem upon the dais beneath, the hilt of the sword a shadow before the red-upholstered and gold limned throne of the First Prince.
Twin spotlights illuminated John Davion. There was a touch of grey in his dark hair that Grec didn't remember. And more lines on his face. But his eyes were steady and determined.
“Two hundred and five years ago this day, the six leaders of the Inner Sphere assembled and signed their names to a document they named – with foresight – the Star League Accords,†the distant First Prince reminded his audience. “This document established laid the foundation for the Star League and the organisations - the court, the SLDF, the BSLA and so forth - that depend upon it. Fundamentally, that document established was an agreement - an accord - by six of the most powerful men and women alive, that they and those who followed them should work together.â€
Grec gripped the edge of the bar with one hand and swallowed the vodka in two swift gulps. The fire as it went down his throat burned away the fuzziness of his thinking. It was a brief respite, a false promise of focus that he’d pay for later, but something about John’s eyes told him he’d need that momentary clarity.
“Six leaders, from whom all of the Star League’s current leaders trace their succession, chose to place the benefit of the whole above their individual goals. The rising tide, they believed, would raise all boats and by setting aside short term benefits for themselves, they instead sought long term benefits for us all. The price of those ideals was high. It’s said that Ian Cameron shed a tear and that it still marks the Accords beneath his signature. How many more tears have been shed is beyond counting, but there is no doubt that for more than a hundred years the Star League benefitted every realm and by overwhelming majority the people of those realms. Not evenly, not always fairly, but by and large the Accords, the agreement, served us all well.â€
There was a ripple of puzzled agreement from the patrons. The bartender simply looked grim. This was just a recording, of course, something of what was said must have been reported and prompted the decision to turn on the news. “Wait for it,†Grec whispered.
“I am here today, not to announce but to recognise that today and for many years – perhaps for my entire lifetime – that the Accords no longer stand. The heirs of the Star League’s founding fathers have not followed those ideals and as a result there has been considerable suffering that should not have been. As tempting as it is to condemn men like Stefan Amaris, the simple fact is that there is more responsibility that can be accounted for by any one man or any hundred men and women.â€
He’d said it was the anniversary of the Accords, which was today. This message must be only a few hours old, delivered to Terra as a priority signal. Grec wondered how many others were watching it now. Billions probably. Maybe trillions, by the end of the day.
“I do not speak to condemn the uprising in the Periphery, nor the Usurpation by Amaris. These are symptoms that have arisen upon the edges of the Star League. For all the bitter harvest they have reaped, these events do not endanger the Star League. So long as the Accords stand, so long as the members of the Star League Council can work together, the heart of the Star League remains strong. It is with grave regret I must accept that this is no longer the case. The Star League has suffered what amounts to a mortal wound, for – as many of you must be aware – we are leaderless and the Star League Council has failed thus far to co-operate in solving this matter.â€
“Should have made Kerensky First Lord then,†the other patron snorted. “Fucking feddies.â€
“Alex wouldn’t take it,†Grec told him bitterly. “He told me Davion and Liao mentioned the idea to him.â€
“I have never sought the office First Lord myself but I don’t condemn the ambition of those who have sought the office over the last two months. Nor do I condemn the bartering over votes simply because no one managed to meet my price, which was sufficient support of other lords to yield a majority.â€
“What I do condemn is the pride and the arrogance that has led some members of the Council to the position where they have declared that they will accept no outcome save their own elevation and they are willing to hold the League’s wellbeing hostage to have their way. As if the post of First Lord was privilege and not responsibility. I will name no names for it is not my place to shame them. They know who they are.â€
“What do you mean he told you?†The man looked at Grec, who gestured for silence. The ice cubes in the glass tinkled.
“What is my place and is my responsibility, is to recognise the facts as they stand and to act upon them. If the Star League Accords do not stand, if there is no common cause between the members of the Star League, then there is no longer a Star League. And without the Star League, war between the realms of the Inner Sphere seems all but inevitable. The result of ambitions, of hatreds, of prides… the causes do not matter. I have seen war before. I would prefer not to see it again but if it must come then I will face it squarely.â€
John paused for breath and then continued inexorably. “There is one path to avoid this. One last chance of peace. That hope is called the Star League.â€
“If the trust between the leaders of the Star League is rebuilt, then the Star League can endure. If it does not then the League is dead… and there is nothing more I can do to save it. I have abstained from any further vote upon the position of First Lord, which conveniently reduces the votes needed from four to three. The Council is therefore fully able to choose a leader without me.â€
John rose from the throne and stood before the people of the Federated Suns, backlit by the star that warmed his distant homeworld. “I address now my fellow lords of the Star League. I will give you until the end of the year. Almost six months counting from today. But if there is no First Lord or – to be fair, no alternative leadership arrangements – by the start of next year, then the Federated Suns will, with sorrow but resolution, secede from the Star League. I devoutly hope that you will find the humility to prove such action unnecessary.â€
The glass slipped from Grec’s hand. Synthetic, it didn’t break, bouncing off his lap and spilling ice and ice water on his pants. “Oh John,†he said in a small voice. “Oh no. No, no, no.†For the first time since Titan the admiral felt tears upon his face, crying not for himself but for what those words must have cost his friend.
And for they would cost everyone else.
.o0O0o.
Davion & Davion (Deceased)
will continue in
Book 3: Secessionist