While more active (I don't haunt OBT much, admittedly) on other sites, I've decided since this *is* an Battletech board... to post this here.
Enjoy, people. I recommend some 80's synth, some LSD, and as always, stay away from ROB.
With a lever big enough I can move the world
A Battletech FanFiction
By
Andrew “MageOhki†Norris.
All properties not owned by the current rightholders to Battletech(InMediaRes and Microsoft, depending on specifics) and other properties (at this time, not determined) are the property of the writer. However, given this is a derived work, no intent to profit or otherwise infringe on the IP owner’s rights are meant, and this is a work of fiction meant to entertain for free.
This is roughly based on the CYOA’s running around for Battletech such as Valles’ “Tell the World we tried†using this version of it: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1SK7JCvb3J8ytG18XZtHDsi0KGVmUOtKdy84lQ-zCdtY/edit# (http://'https://docs.google.com/document/d/1SK7JCvb3J8ytG18XZtHDsi0KGVmUOtKdy84lQ-zCdtY/edit')
Without further ado, grab your neruohelment, put on the cooling vest, put on some 80's rock, turn the reactor on and let’s go!
***
Grab a lever and stand.
If you’re reading this, you’re not meant to while I’m alive, I hope. Maybe… if not in this universe, you can, who knows? But… again, this is my own thoughts, my own way to decompress and deal with my insanity and life.
The things you learn over two lifetimes, boil down to key points.
As Star Trek pointed out, Random Omnipotent Beings appear to be assholes, but in reality, are just that. Random.
First impressions count. They stay with people. LRM fire actually is a good one.
There will always be those who seek power for its own sake, to impose their will on others because they want to. Not for the benefit of others, not for the improvement of humanity or their people, not to meet the responsibilities that power brings, but simply because they’re assholes and sociopaths. It’s scary, terrifying, dangerous and difficult to counter them. But it is oh so fun and rewarding to fuck them over.
In BattleTech, no matter where you go, you cannot outrun the past.
Also: Future of the 80’s? Fuck yourself. Hope endures.
But the biggest thing I learned? With a lever big enough, you can move worlds. Just be careful in which direction. Actions have reactions.
From the journals and notes of Kikyo Onishi, New Avalon Press, 3291 AD, as part of the “Century of Chaos: The Movers and Shakers.†series.
***
Waking up should be one of three ways in my experience. Instant reaching for a weapon to defend yourself or respond to combat is the worst of them, of course. Waking up to start a new day running a normal routine is another. A third way is waking up with your significant other. Learning about a fourth way wasn’t my idea of fun, though it wasn’t unpleasant. Where, on the other hand…
You’ll do. I heard muzzily.
You’ll do quite well to see what this recent spate of … CYOA is all about.
I rarely remember dreams, mind you and on hearing this, I thought to myself I’d forget it. Silly me. Some things will stick with you forever. Considering I never heard that voice again to date, I wonder, I really do.
I’m giving you levers… which way will you move the worlds, young humans? I’ll be watching…
I drifted back out, feeling a flash, a sense of difference, a view of a laughing face, then drifting back into awareness, seeing a mirror in front of me.
Looking into the mirror in this hazy, I saw a pretty Japanese face, about 18 to 24, I’d guess, with jade green eyes, dark wine red hair, staring back at me. Memories flashed behind both eyes, feelings swept though the vision. Knowledge was exchanged. A sense of sadness from the jade green eyes, into my blue-green was exchanged.
Not that I’m evil or anything, you understand… you’ll have the full lifespan you should have based on the youngest. At least from ‘natural’ causes, at least, I make no assurances your own actions will not get you killed. And they can. As one of you almost found out. Don’t do that. There’s easier ways to destroy your brains than taking stuff, you realize. However, more than the natural lifespan… you have to earn, children. And you can. Maybe. But your futures are fraught with peril… and will be even more so. You will be given a small amount of time to come to terms with what you are now, so you have a chance to settle into your lives before the peril starts.
With that last line, I felt like snarking, when weren’t they? But, before I could, I felt the world fade again into the comforting warmth of sleep.
Again, it bears repeating. Silly me. I had a lot to learn. Kikyo got the better deal, I think. I don’t know, I haven’t found out either way. Maybe I’ll learn when I die, and possibly meet her again.
***
Now, back to the fourth way of waking up I learned about. Being very warm, naked, sweathy, sticky and in a pile of bodies as a person is shaking your clammy shoulder, while flesh jiggles on you, is interesting when you’ve spent more than four decades not doing so. Or so you think, since part of you is saying this isn’t the first time.
“Hey, Kiki. We have visitors!†Opening my eyes at the female voice, I saw a face similar to the one I just saw in a mirror, but softer, younger, with blue eyes and black hair. She was grinning, and part of me, part of me in this half state between awareness and sleep, recognized Aiko, my younger sister. The other part didn’t. To be honest, I felt detached, and let myself run on autopilot, not sure what was going on. And reminded, an imperfect response now, was much better than the perfect response too late.
“Oh?†The voice that came out was not what part of me had expected, but the other part felt it was perfectly normal. Even fuzzed with sleep, it sounded like pure molten honey pouring into the ears as well as the low Alto tones promising pleasure and delights. Part of me was pleased with the way it came out, the other part was realizing that either this was a dream, or it was time to panic. Panicking bad, however. “Who is it, Ai?â€
Ai, or Aiko Onishi, my jumbled memories fed me, my sister shook her head. “Must have been really fun, Sis, after you pushed me to bed. The lawyers that asked to see you today? Those people?†She grinned. “Must be important, they’re here at 9am on a holiday, after last night?†She tilted her head. “You’re not the only one who indulges, nor your guests.†She cast a glance over the pile. “Maybe too much? You always tell me to wait, and not do things… and yet...â€
My mind supplied the response though the slight headache that I discovered as I lifted myself out of the pile. Blinking rapidly, I took a breath, as Ai grabbed my hand and finished pulling my shorter body, both from what one part of me was used to, and to her out of the pile, as she held out a silk yukata in her other hand. “Learn from experience, mine, instead of your own. It’s safer and less likely to get you in trouble.†Pausing a second, I slipped on the yukata, and headed for where I felt the bathroom and shower was.
“Yeah, yeah. But c’mon.†She said quietly, to keep the others still sleeping. “You started having fun about my age… so did Ichigo!†Tilting her head. “Both of you are insisting I can’t. Why?â€
Blinking rapidly again at the bright light that shone in my now hurting eyes, I blindly reached for something, only to have a bottle of water shoved into my right hand, and a pill bottle shoved into my left.
“And you really put one on. I can count of the number of hangovers you’ve had on my right hand. Though… saw some serious haze around here last night, stayed away, as you asked me to… I can guess why.†Aiko snickered. “Anyways, I’ll tell the lawyers you’ll be a bit.â€
Chugging the water, as I watched the teenager walk out the room, her sweatshirt saying “NAIS Class of 3019†on the back, my mind was signing warning bells. Big, Loud, and insistent though the pain.
One thing most people never really truly understand, is meditation is possible under several situations, and most people do meditation, often enough during routines. Meditation isn’t just clearing your thoughts, or ‘seeking’ enlightenment, it’s understanding yourself, processing information, and last but not least, centering yourself. If you have a routine you can do on autopilot, you can meditate. Apparently my other half agreed.
Going though the morning motions the body and the other half remembered, my mind raced. A very luxurious, but smallish high tech bathroom, with a grated shower that I was in, odd, but... I had seen stranger. Noting carefully the area around, my mind finally informed me I was on a Princess class luxury liner/yacht. That I owned. This was just confirmation of the sweatshirt, however.
Three possibilities, I mused as I dried and combed my hair according to a routine that this body is used to, (and yes, pervs, the drapes and carpet do match, and the body is very much a match for the trained voice, not pure excessive, but shapely, toned, and firm more than handfuls.). First, this was a dream. If so, fine, go with it, and let it play out, no harm, no foul. Second: Reincarnation event. Since while I did/do believe in reincarnation, I’ve never heard any verifiable proof of a past life coming forward, and honestly, my karma wasn’t that bad, was it, to end up in 3015 on New Avalon? Discount it, holding it as a secondary. Third possibility, given that strange … dream? Before waking up in the pile of flesh. A ROB event. Slang in various communities (my other half didn’t recognize it, must be my half) for where an transdentant being pops you into another universe. Fun to read, yes. But Battletech was one of the more craptastic universes to be put into. Not the worst, mind you, Cyberpunk, Shadowrun, Warhammer (any, really), some parts of Traveller, let’s not even mention most of the Pallidum games, all from the 80’s made Battletech look good. But, that wasn’t the point. What to do, was.
Hope for one, operate as three seemed like a plan. Part of that plan would be to *integrate* the two halves. Which was already happening, I could feel. The other part, was to go see the lawyers, and pray that the term CYOA didn’t mean what I thought it meant, otherwise…
I keep saying this, but it does bears repeating, people. Silly me.
***
Walking through a spaceship, was a thrill, no question. To be fair, the part of me from ‘here’, the thrill was more it was hers. Finally. Though to be fair, she hadn’t had much space travel, except for a few movie shoots, or modeling, but that was more than my ‘other’ side had had and she was not a space virgin, nor did she think space travel was ‘a once in a lifetime’ event. Unlike a lot of people, even on New Avalon, one of the richest worlds in the Inner Sphere. It helps to be rich, doesn’t it? Or a popluar actress. Or both.
A brief discussion of Battletech’s travel wouldn’t be amiss, I suppose.
As an interstellar civilization, Battletech like most had FTL travel and easy interplanetary travel in a sense. (More on this later.) Space and star ships could be broken down into three basic types, jumpships (the part that is FTL), dropships, and small craft. Jumpships were were pretty much the drive, reactor, batteries and a control module. And docking rings. They stayed in deep space, often 10 plus AU from the planet people wanted to get to. So, a solution for reasonable cargo and passenger shipping had to be developed, since small craft just couldn’t carry the load. Which lead to the next major ship type, and the one I was on. Dropship. Build a Jumpship with docking rings, and big ships that could attach to them, and detach after FTL travel. Small craft carried by previous designs of jumpships rarely reached 1000 tons, while dropships that could land on a planet hit 52,000 tons. Big difference in load. And give that dropships at the least had 15 mps squared acceleration, they could get to and from the jumpship and planet in a reasonable amount of time.
And I, well, my ‘other’ half, owned one of these massive things. My 20th century self… Squee. My other self, while still squee, wasn’t over the fact of a spaceship, but of freedom and ability to do what she wanted. Without being bound to a planet, or someone else’s ship.
When I mention my other half, I mean the half that grew up on New Avalon, acted as a child actress and model up until now, attended university at the average age for students in this universe (16, if you’re curious, same age to enlist, same age of marriage, same age of several things.), studied thermonuclear engineering, and several other things! Not the half that grew up in the 20th century of Terra, fought in a war, gotten a PhD in history, and worked for a government. She had very specific views on how one should dress, even for meeting sharks who’ll try to rip your arms off and eat them.
Which leads to the clicking of tall heels on a spaceship, without gravity unless under thrust, a short black pencil skirt, a low cut white silk blouse and a tasteful black blazer. As well as subtle makeup to enhance what nature had given,
Generally you want to look your best for lawyers who’ve asked to see you on your 20th birthday, and have insisted on coming to you. Even if it’s one of the universal holidays all of Humanity practices and takes off work from. Most atypical of the amoral creatures. When they’re not yours, it means one of three things. You have money they’re going to take, and lots of it. You have money they want to keep or gain control of, and you’re the ticket to do so. Last, but not least, they’ve been paid a lot of money. That apparently hasn't changed in 1000 years. Good to know.
Three lawyers, two male, one female rose as I entered the stateroom that Aiko had put them in, and she had thoughtfully seen to their needs, as well as making sure a carafe of coffee was waiting for me. Aiko and I, well local me, had had too much experience with Lawyers, me more than her, but in the last 4 years, way too much experience.
Generally, it could be put into three parts. Lawyers telling local me, I couldn’t have what was mine by earnings, Lawyers telling me to sign contracts for work or endorsements, or lawyers delivering threatening statements, or hints that cooperation in certain issues would be appreciated. Even if I had set the situations up, or encouraged them. Or profited by them.
My memories from local me, made it quite clear, I was very materialistic, and didn’t let little things like laws or general ethics get in the way. Morals? Bit different, I was thankful to say. Apparently the pleasure and love I felt when I looked at Aiko was very much a part of local me, as well as caring and affection for her friends and other family. But… there were downsides. It made enemies, it made waves, and I wasn’t apparently the best at long term thinking.
“Miss. Kikyo Onishi?†The elder male of the pair spoke. “Daughter of Kiko Onishi of Ozawa, and per Lyran law, recognized child of Graf New Osaka?â€
Yes, my name is Kikyo Onishi, apparently here and now. But, Brief discussion here. Lyran law, aka Lyran Commonwealth, one of the big five realms of the Inner Sphere of Battletech, has two states for children. Bastardy isn’t *formally* recognized, but for a parent to recognize a child, he or she has to sign the birth document, with witnesses. It’s not even a social stigma to have a bastard or two, either as mother or father, though at the highest levels, the nobility and very wealthy, married parents are preferred, after all.
However, there is social stigma surrounding bastards. Not taking care of them. So, the Lyrans, being the Lyrans, regulated it. There’s two formal levels of parenthood. First is where you claim them as your son or daughter, second where they are a ‘recognized child.’ This is a lesser state where you don’t have any claim on their title or the majority of their estate, unless you’re the only child the noble or ultra rich in question. It doesn’t stop them from leaving you large shares, however. It does however put them on the hook both legally and morally for child support. Yes, by 20th century standards, I was a bastard of Graf New Osaka’s. And he honored his responsibilities, at least financially. But, back to the lawyers who were waiting for me to sit down.
I nodded in response, and sat down, after pouring myself a cup of coffee, cut with fresh cream and a teaspoon of sugar. Apparently local me didn’t understand the joys of black coffee.
Crossing my legs, I put the saucer and cup on my knee. “You were most insistent on seeing me this day, but wouldn’t say why? Mr...†I trailed off “And before we actually handle the affairs that brought you here, my solicitor, a Miss. Darwin will be arriving shortly.â€
“Ah, I am Lewis Corn, Barrister, and senior partner of Corn and Urkle Legal Affairs.†I blinked once at the statement, wasn’t the one that faced off most often with Lannesh and Zeem, my law firm, the one Miss. Darwin worked for, officially, though my affairs effectively handled most of her time and also my… ah, clients? I mentally shook my head, and focused back on Mr. Corn as he leaned forward. “It’s not a bad thing, I don’t think. We are here to represent Graf New Osaka’s estate, and finalize his last wishes involving you.†I blinked. I had known that my father in the here and now died, but since I had never met him, my other self had not felt any real sadness at his passing. A bit of curiosity at what’d happen to his estate, but, in reality, any legal obligation he had had towards me ended today, under Lyran law.
“I see. Shall we wait for Miss...†I was interrupted by the door sliding open and a pair of heels clicking. Turning around I studied the severely dressed woman who walked in. Blonde hair, kept in a tight bun, professional black suit and white blouse, sheer hose, and 3†heels made for a striking sight on a 5’11†woman. In her left hand was a briefcase.
“Gentlemen.†Her tone was frosty, as noted above, the two firms were both elite, and often faced off in court. “Why are we here.†She laid down her briefcase and opened it up.
“As I told your client, we’re here finalizing Graf New Osaka’s estate.†Mr. Corn spoke up, slightly testily. “I’m sure you can handle such a simple matter as advising your client of how to accept a final bequest.â€
I carefully kept my face blank, as the two lawyers glared at each other. Finally, Ryanne, Miss. Darwin, spoke up, amusedly. “Couldn’t handle losing the Stone accounts to us, could you?â€
The woman with Mr. Corn put her hand on his shoulder before he could fire back. Gathering himself for a moment, he nodded once. “We’re here to see to the estate, and we are only paid so much. So, let’s be about it.â€
His assistant, the woman brought out a holoprojector, and put it on the table. Clicking a button, it started displaying a older male, who was clearly emaciated and missing most of his hair.
“Daughter.†*coff, coff* “When you get this, I’ll be dead, not a question. My last great adventure will start shortly.†A hacking cough sprayed a fine mist of blood outside the hologram. “And this is because my last adventure here killed me. Or maybe LOKI. If LOKI gets me before the polonium I managed to ingest, along with far too many of my people as we explored a area. Either way. If it is LOKI, do please try to kill a few of them for me, those maniacs.†I blinked, and shuddered. Polonium poisoning was not a way to go. If LOKI did kill him, I might thank them. And exactly *why* would LOKI, the fanatical special forces of the Lyran Commonwealth kill my biological father.
A coughing fit again brought my attention to the display. “I have sent a box containing some information to Corn and Urkle for delivery to you on your birthday, your inheritance, and my remaining people who were sworn to me, plus arranged for new hires to New Avalon, to arrive on your birthday, or as close to it as I could arrange. I do not trust my younger son to care for them properly, nor is my heiress, your niece capable of handling and caring for them. She’s a bit too young.†a wheezing sound issued from the speakers, and a long pause as he seemed to gather himself for a few final words. “Do read the messages in the sealed box, and while I question your judgement and some of your actions over the last few years, I do think you’ve done a admirable job of trying to meet what you see as your responsibilities, and that does make me proud. I know I’ve never said it to you, and this is my last chance. I love you daughter. Shake the world as you can.â€
The message ended, with an incredibly secure lockbox slid over from the younger male of the trio of lawyers across from me. “This requires a sample of your blood to unlock, and we have verifigraphed proof of it’s security.†A folder was slid over and Ryanne took it, reading though the papers, then nodding.
“Your liquid assets that he wished you to have are already in an account with UBS, accounts information and amounts are in the file.†The woman spoke. Black haired, sharp features and black eyes created the impression of a computer behind her eyes. “Your actual physical inheritance, besides what is in the lock box, and is also listed in the file, will land at this drop port at 1200 hours tomorrow.†She finished and looked at her superior, Mr. Corn. He nodded, removing a piece of paper. “This is proof that we have delivered the folder, the box and the proof of transfer for the physical assets that are arriving. After you sign, we have no further business.†Before you receive the paper, Ryanne studies it, nods one.
“I note, that there is mention that the personnel assigned to the delivery as well as those mentioned as hire ons have been paid for two months. Is this accurate?†Ryanne raises an eyebrow.
“It is. May you have your client sign, it is a simple receipt.†Mr. Corn apparently is not flustered by Ryanne’s actions and quiet provocations over their abilities to be accurate.
“It’s fine to sign, Kikyo.†Ryanne pauses. “From all the files I just scanned, it’s clear they’re just delivery boys, so it seems to be their speed.†All three of the other laweyrs shifted a bit at that, but said nothing. Ryanne passes me the receipt and a pen, which I use to sign, and pass back to Mr. Corn.
“Thank you.†He stands, followed by his two assoicates. “When you find Miss. Darwin and her firm unsuited to your needs, we would be pleased if you, like your father chose to take proffer of our services.†He nods once, and starts walking out.
“Oh, I doubt she’ll come to you.†Ryanne shoots back. “I’ve had no problems managing her affairs.â€
Mr. Corn stops, turns and looks at her. “And the gutter rag reporting wasn’t stopped by you? As I said, Miss. Onishi, when you find.†He strides out before Ryanne could respond.
Ryanne blew out a breath as the door closed behind the lawyers escorted by Aiko, who had waited. “Those assholes. They couldn’t have done shit about the paparazzi, and you know it, they’d have been blindsided, we weren’t. And we’re taking steps to mitigate the situation, though it’d help, dear, if you could behave for a while. Or be willing to at least quietly name some names.†Pausing a moment, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, she sighed after the moment of silence. “Didn’t expect so, not right now. As to the inheritance… I know Lyrans are maniacal about accumulating wealth, but this is insane.â€
“Oh?†I honestly didn’t think it’d be much. My memories were that while the Graf did not stint, he wasn’t overly generous, ethier. He left that for his mother and father, and their gifts to me.
“882 million cbills in several accounts at UBS, six Jumpships, one of which is a Monolith, of all things, hell, it might be the only privately owned one in existence! Seventy dropships, 52 of which are combat dropships. I’m pretty sure there’s interstellar nations that don’t own that many, and I don’t mean one or a half dozen world policies, I mean the Outworlds Alliance!â€
She paused, clearly rattled. Having regained some balance, she went on. “That isn’t it, oh, no. Nearly 200 battlemechs, over 100 aerospace fighters, over five hundred armored fighting vehicles or infantry fighting vehicles…†She paused. “Quick math shows you could likely form two Star League combined arms brigades, just about, or a full RCT1, with leftovers. More than enough military hardware to conquer a planet!†She shook her head. “My advice, sell most of it and move on. Keep a jumpship or two, a few dropships, but the majority? Only thing it’d be good for is either bribing your way into the AFFS, or being a merc.â€
Part of me nodded at that, that was a truth. The other part remembered something. “Father stated he had people he wanted me to look after, not just the new hire ons. How many?â€
Flipping though the file, she stopped at one page, scanning down. “Counting ship crews, it looks to be about 2200 people. Give or take.†She paused, checking something else, and nodding once. “Add in the new hires, and you’re looking at north of 3100 people. Mostly ship crews, but a fair number of technicians of military nature, and combat personnel.â€
I thought about it for a moment. “Do try to explore possible buyers, focusing on Davion interests, don’t want to have onii-sama shot by my stuff, after all, but don’t make any firm commitments. I need to think on this, and meet the people involved.â€
“Your choice. It’ll do well to lessen some issues, if you’ve provided at fair rates an RCT’s worth of heavy combat equipment, at least to the AFFS, and they have pull. They could make a lot of problems go away, Kiki.†Ryanne sighed. “While we both know, your providing your friends and classmates ways to make money via those with money, wasn’t illegal, nor your activities with our firm, I’m quite aware that we have kept a criminal lawyer for your people ready if needs be. And I’ve been careful not to ask is there anything you’ve done, or people working for you have done that’d require such. I don’t want to know the answer, but with what we’ve been hearing from Avalon City Police… I can guess.â€
I thought to myself that I really needed to spend some time sorting through my memories of here, to find out exactly what was going on. This did not sound good. “And I’ll be sure not to tell you unless I have to. And I understand.â€
“Look. You need to think about this.†Ryanne leaned forward to look me in the eyes. “Even if you can skate criminally, and get all your friends out, it’ll hurt, and cost money to fix your reputation. It’ll also hurt you with the nobility and those who finance your films, though I’ll admit, with all your other assets, and what you just received, that’s not a problem.†She paused. “But even then, the powers that be, can shitcan the films, and your other projects. You don’t want that. Or so you told me.†Her pleading voice sunk in. “And I doubt you really understand what’s involved in running a mercenary command. Not a good idea, Kiki, not with your age, nor experience. If you really feel the need to take care of your absentee father’s people, set them up, find them new units, if that’s their wish, hire them on in your other ventures of a legal nature if not. There’s options, and you’re looking at well towards, maybe over 10 billion Cbills, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want or aren’t qualified to do.â€
I paused for a moment. She was passionate about this, but… “As I said, Ryanne.†I nodded once. “Let me think on it. I can see some edges in having a unit of mercenaries at my disposal. I also understand how bad a idea for me this would be.†I paused for a second, mind whirring. Not quite true, but a lie wouldn’t hurt, would it? “But… and I understand your point about my father… they’re now my people.â€
Ryanne sighed. “As expected. At least think about what I said, Kiki? I need to get back to the firm to finish up some paperwork on all your assets being finally returned to your full control, plus now, adding this, to it.†She shook her head. “Tomorrow, when you inspect the cargo and ships, I need a full list of what they are. Full.†She stood and raised an eyebrow. “I do agree with at least thinking, now. At times, I wonder if you really think about the long term or even medium term effects of your actions!â€
I blushed slightly, but nodded at her.
“Good.†With that, Ryanne walked out. “Be well and stay out of sight, Kiki. We don’t need, nor want the press to badger you. At all.â€
“... yes.†I answered. “I’ll stay here til tomorrow.â€
The door closed behind Ryanne after I stated the above. Intentionally. So I didn’t have to listen to her reply.
***
As I went to what my mind had labeled ‘my stateroom’, it was empty. Apparently the room I had woken up in was something called a playroom. I could guess.
“Hey, onee-sama.†Aiko stopped me before I could enter, and continued in Japanese. <â€Your guests are gone, both the lawyers and those who partied with you last night. Why were they here, and why was Ryanne here?â€>
I paused, and thought about what to say. “I’ll tell you later, but it was about my absentee father. He’s dead, and he left me some things.†I carefully slanted it to seem minor.
“Uh-huh.†Aiko leaned against a bulkhead, arms crossed. “Lawyers don’t come on New Year’s day, just to deliver bequests of a minor nature. Try again.â€
Aiko was not stupid, just young, my mind supplied, not that I needed further proof of that. Looking her in the eye, I finally responded. “As I said, I’ll tell you later. I need to think on it.â€
A tilt of the head was my response, for a long minute of time. Finally Aiko sighed. “Must be some heavy stuff. You gloated about getting Xanadu the moment you got the title.†I nodded at that. Xanadu was the name of the Princess we were in. A gift from a fan, Duchess Numeror, she who was the first to have a tame Numeror Wolf… called Fluffy, of all things, Xanadu had been found in a valley on some world she didn’t mention, semi crashed from the early 1st Succession War. The Duchess had the damage repaired, and all systems restored, then realized she didn’t want the dropship. So.. give it to her favorite young actress. At least she was talked out of sending one of Fluffy’s cubs with Xanadu.
“It is.†I paused. “It means… lots of things. Father didn’t just leave me money, stocks, bonds, even physical assets. He left me people.â€
Aiko facepalmed. “And you’re already thinking on how to put them into your little network and keep them, take care of them, see to them. Because that’s how you are.†She shook her head. “I’ll let you think on this, but Sis? These aren’t your people. You owe Graf New Osaka nothing. If Mom wasn’t the way she was, she’d have been alive, and we’d have shared the same father. But no… you’re striving to be just like her.That got her in a bad place and killed.†Aiko paused for a moment. “No, no, you’re not striving to be her, you’re striving to surpass her. Not only that, but you keep taking on responsibilities, that aren’t yours. Doing whatever it takes, to your mind to meet those. And damm what it costs or could cost you.†Aiko’s eyes glittered. “If you don’t slow down and think about things, and not take everything on, you’ll kill yourself.†She pushed off the Bulkhead, and stormed past me.
I honestly didn’t know what to say about that. I really needed to meditate and work my way through the memories that I had from Kikyo. I hoped she was working through my memories, but, I had no idea. Putting that thought to action, I went into the stateroom, and locked the door behind me. Folding into Seiza, I closed my eyes, and put myself into a position to figure out exactly what was going on. I had a feeling that it was worse than I feared.
Now, at least this time, I wasn’t being silly. Yay, me. Improvement! Even if I wanted to be silly.
***
To understand where I found myself, a brief, well, not so brief story has to be told for those who don’t know where I was. At this point, and this location, as far as I could guess, I was in what my 20th century self would call a Battletech universe. Renamed from the FASA game Battledroids, Battletech could and should be considered the Stompy Robot TableTop game, which spawned several video games, role playing games, novels, and lots more. FASA pretty much wrote a game to have 10+ meter (30 feet or better for those using Imperial) tall robots piloted by ‘Mechwarriors’ (From the fact in universe said robots are called Battlemechs), shooting the everloving shit out of each other. The setting was to justify this combat.
Therefore, Battletech is a crapsack world (it doesn’t sell product if it’s all sweetness and light, eh?). Not the worst, not by far, but on a scale of 1 (Meh, you have a *high* chance as a player character to live out your life and do well, ala Traveller/MegaTraveller) to 10 (Ohgods, we is all gonna die… and not leave a good looking corpse, and nothing will change! Hi, Warhammer 40k) Battletech by the time I entered it had over 30 years of in universe lore, development and rules. The Setting was a solid 6 to 7 on the Crapsack scale. To be fair, this was due to all the lore, and there were periods of to in universe characters, the crapsack scale barely rated a 2. A Brief history is really needed to understand the time I’m in, so I’m summarizing for quick comprension.
Late 20th century, wars happen. Earth unifies. 2108 AD, first Interstellar travel. Late 23rd century, Terran colonies both revolt and are abandoned by the one species (Human) government. Shortly afterwards, Terra replaces that government with a new one, as the abandoned colonies form their own interstellar governments. Wars happen. Bigger and Bigger states form. Until mid 25th Century, the Battlemech is developed.
Due to its weight to firepower to crew ratio, and its ability to fight somewhat on almost *all* terrains, it becomes the premier combat asset to take and hold planets. During all this lead up, Humanity in effect *reverts* back (some would say never left) to in primus, a feudalistic society to greater and lesser extent, given the limitations of the star drive and the stresses of colonization. (It doesn’t help that until the 27th century, there *is* no FTL communications in widespread use.). Everyone besides the Terran Hegemony (the Terran successor government, and the first users of Battlemechs) gets Battlemechs, and the bleat goes on. Flash to the end of the 26th Century, Ian Cameron, “Director-General†of the Terran Hegemony has managed to sucker (my view) the 5 states surrounding the Hegemony into a superstate, where he is (and his heirs) are first among ‘equals’ (again, my view).
This isn’t working out too well, so he decides to bring the last free states (who told him either politely or politely, looking at you, Tarus, to bugger off.) to heel. 25 years later, with a death toll to *equal* barely the totals from all the wars before, The Star League rules over 99% of humanity. But the ones who told him to bugger off *don’t* get even the ‘lesser’ say that the 5 states (called Great Houses now, since they are comprised of a ruling house over several hundred established worlds) get. These states who aren’t great houses are called the Periphery, and are on the Periphery of what’s now called the “Inner Sphereâ€, This, of course leads to their exploitation and resentment.
Okay, it’s now the 28th Century, towards the end of the Century. 3 of the 4 major Periphery states are *tired* of being bitchslapped around by the Star league and their pockets ran though for any and all loose change. So’s the 4th, but their ruling house has a *plan!* He sets up the other three to revolt, while he’s schmoozing up to the last heir of Ian Cameron, who’s a minor, orphan, and pretty much left alone by anyone else with morals, ethics, or power. Yeah, you can see where this is going. As Kerensky, the official regent while Richard Cameron was underage, and the Commanding General of the Star League defense forces, finished squishing Amaris’ covert rebellions, he however had to use almost all the SLDF, and Amaris was able to convince Richard to let Amaris’ troops be his guards. Yeah, we all can predict where this is going.
Anyways, 10 years later, Kerensky shoots Amaris, destroys his nation, then tells the Great House lords, “Sod you all for a game of Soldiers†and (again, my point of view) deserts the Star League, and the Succession Wars begin. The 1st and 2nd are total war, and pretty much blast each other a good 400 years downward in technology and even more so in industrial capability. Too many worlds die during this period, too. And not marginal or only habitable due to ultra high tech, either.
By the time I was at, the waning years of the 3rd succession wars, battles were very small affairs, and more along the lines of raiding more than missions of conquest, since transporting troops to take worlds was difficult, and required effort. Jumpships, the FTL spaceships are down to maybe a tenth of what they were before the wars, and if the Inner Sphere could add 10 a year to the fleets, it was a good year. So, the Star League was regarded as the “Shining city on the hillâ€, and wars were fought nominally over who’d rule. Not that all the Star League was gone, it had one known surviving element. The Ministry of Communications, renamed Comstar. More on them later.
This is why nearly 200 Battlemechs as an inheritance was mind boggling. Battles to conquer worlds very rarely had more engaging. That was about a third of the ‘Mechs produced in one year, in the fallen times. Not to mention six Jumpships, one of which maybe 200 of them still remained. This does put a big target on your back.
Having meditated on the memories and everything else, I found myself and the ‘previous’ memories integrating, creating what could be called, Kikyo-me merge, or Kikyo-me for short. What I found, was a 20 year old woman, who had problems with impulse control, mild case of disinhibition, stubborn as all hell, dedicated to those she called hers, and working on being a cross between Lindsay Lohan and Heidi Fleiss at the same time.
This was a bit of a shock to a 45 year old combat veteran of a republican nation, who was while not straight laced, fairly ‘tame’ by any reasonable standard. Kikyo was not, and she had a bad habit of not thinking things though, not thinking of consequences at all.
The situation Kikyo had left her new self meant that at very best, I was viewed… not in the best light with my home nation’s government or nobility, and my father, another state’s noble, due to putting the functional equivalent of nearly 3 percent of their Battlemechs into my hands, instead of his Leige’s… well, his own government likely wouldn’t be too thrilled with me.
This is why I wasn’t being silly when I thought it was worse than I knew. Those two governments above, were arguably lead by the two most moral and ethical leaders, and the states themselves were, for the period, out of the Great Houses, decent places to live both for rights, and actual opportunities to be had. And here I was, considered at best, an greedy and amoral Lindsay Lohan, or someone who was a traitor’s daughter. Yeah. I actually asked myself. “How could it get worse?â€
Trust me, I know I asked for it, and, yes, I got it. Good and hard.
***
After that session, I decided that I needed another shower, to unknotify my legs, in the dropship’s sinfully appointed bathroom. Fusion power meant unlimited hot water, considering that I was planetside, and the nozzles were perfectly located to massage every bit of my body.
While relaxing, I was considering what I needed to do. The big one was find out what version of the Battletech universe I was in. That meant checking for a nation that didn’t exist in the ‘main’ setting, to cover one video game, checking some facts out to cover fan fiction versions I didn’t know about, praying a singing battleship didn’t exist or had existed.
Looking for some people, here, Alpheratz, Terra, there, and everywhere would be part of it, lucky me, I just needed to spend money, and since I had nearly a billion of the local interstellar currency, which equated to ten billion at least of the currency I was used to, that was easy. Some alternate realities of the Battletech franchise wouldn’t have their divergence points obvious yet, nor the key figures. Some would. Also would need to dig to see if any other large windfalls had been delivered… Oh, and if a bastard Calderon by the name of Jack existed.
He wasn’t the only one on the find list with a vengeance, to be fair, but I doubted he was in existence. Or that I could find him. Some of those I’d personally kill, without question were mainline characters, who just needed to die. Let’s not mention looting a few sites where I knew LosTech (lost technology) was. Helm was *number one* of course.
Before I could ponder more, Aiko stuck her head into the shower, eating a mouthful of water. After coughing for a few moments, as I turned the water off and grabbed a towel, she guled air down.
“Kiki.†Pausing to make sure she wasn’t going to cough again, she continued. “Ichigo’s here! He’s back. And…†She looked a bit unsure of herself, but plowed on. “And he doesn’t look happy, not at all.â€
Drying off, and putting my wet hair into a towel that I wound on my head, I pondered this event, as Aiko waited. Ichigo had joined the military of our birth nation, the Federated Suns, ruled by one of the Five Great Houses, House Davion. The Armed Forces of the Federated Suns, AFFS for short, served the realm quite well over the last 150 years, though before that, their record was much more muddled. Ichigo being a honor graduate of one of the three premier military academies, was able to pick his assignment, and qualified on loyalty not just to the Suns, but to House Davion, get it.
The Davion Brigade of Guards, aka House Davion’s personal household troops, was what he picked. Not only for the most loyal to House Davion, they also had to be the best that the Federated Suns had. Quite a feather in his cap, to get in straight from an academy. For the first two years, he had served with the Light Guards, one of their subunits, fighting.
Since his first two year tour, and until now, he had been with the Heavy Guards, Hanse Davion’s, the current incarnation of House Davion, and the ruler of the Federated Suns, favorite unit. I had known he’d be back from the frontlines of the 3rd Succession war soon, just didn’t realize it was today.
“I see.†I paused, grabbing a robe and slipping on the sinfully soft terry cloth, I belted it, and nodded at Aiko. “I don’t think we should keep him waiting, then.â€
Aiko nodded, and lead the way. Shortly, we were in the area where he was waiting; Xanadu’s park deck, a carefully constructed luxury for a dropship. A veritable garden of exotic flowers and plants to enjoy during travels. It wasn’t total luxury, after all, they did play a function in air recycling, but the Princess class was the only ship class period, to have one as stock. All others started with relying on air scrubbers or other mechanical methods to clean their air.
Hearing the thump of Aiko’s sneakers, a strawberry blond haired, tall man, dressed in a orangish flight suit with leather jacket on, and a ballcap held in his hands turned around from the viewport. His sharp jaw clenched slightly on seeing me, but relaxed, with a resigned twinkle as he took in his two younger sisters.
“Right. Congratulations on getting into NAIS, Aiko.†He smiled naturally at our younger Sister. “And congratulations on graduating, Kikyo.†He paused at our nods. “Sorry I couldn’t be there, but…â€
“We know.†Aiko shot me a look. “The demands of the war. Your gifts were nice, though!â€
“I tried. And Aiko? I suggest you go to bed, it is 2 am.†He looked stern at the youngest.
Aiko opened her mouth to protest… but caught the hidden message, and shook her head. “No, brother. Not this time. I’m pretty sure you two will need a referee to keep from wrecking the deck.â€
“We’re not that bad.†I protested before Ichigo could open his mouth. Aiko just looked at the two of us.
Strawberry blond hair tilted in it’s buzz cut. Eyes narrowed, and Ichigo sighed. “Fine, you’re old enough to fight, old enough to at least listen to this.†Turning back to the older of the two young women. “Explain.†Crossing his arms, he leaned back against a bracer. “I’m really curious to know what you’ve been up to enough to get the commander of the Heavy guards personally cutting my orders for a leave.â€
I tiled my head, my jade green eyes boring into his amber eyes, conveying my irritation at the way he was approaching this. “Are you sure you really want to know?â€
“Yes.â€
I shrugged. “You remember how a new trustee was assigned to watch over my assets, correct?â€
Ichigo tilted his head. “As well as Aiko’s, yes.†He paused. “As I was shipping out to the Light Guards, I couldn’t do it, so…â€
I nodded. “Said trustee in essence… ah... extremely limited funds.†I spread my hands. “No extra funding for Aiko’s tutors, no extra funding to maintain the lifestyle we had been living, and every penny she made sure was accounted for, and put any earnings from my acting or residuals into the funds. And yes, I tried to convince her otherwise.â€
“Okay. I see that.†Ichigo thought for a moment. “You could have contacted me, and I could have gotten Family support involved to find a guardian a bit less… tight.â€
I blinked. Flipping though my memories, the only real response was… “My responsibility, I told you I’d take care of Aiko and home, while you were fighting so you didn’t have to worry about us…†I paused. “Family support could have done that?â€
“Pretty sure, one of my wing had a issue come up, and Family support got a guardian assigned to his son long enough to get the kid to where we were garrisoned…†Ichigo shrugged. “Getting a new guardian assigned would be fairly tame I’d figure.â€
I tilted my head and acted innocent. “Well, I wasn’t told that… so I did a bit of… ah, trading.â€
Ichigo’s eyes narrow. “Trading what, sister mine? I’m getting the distinct impression that you chose to get the money you thought you needed in ways that aren’t the most ethical.†He paused and nodded once. “Given everything, you chose to pick up mother’s profession, just targeting those who financed your films, I suspect, and you got caught.â€
Aiko winced, but I bullied on, not impressed with his growing anger. “It’s not illegal. And well, if they were going to…â€
Taking a deep breath, he finally held up a hand. “I’m not going to debate the legalities of it. Nor the ethics, nor what it could do to all our situations, politically. That’s an argument for later.†He nodded once. “Now, to be really honest, that’s not enough for the Marshal to call me in personally. All of it. Now.†The last line came out hammered and preise, brooking no disobedience.
“Well, some of my classmates and friends were feeling even more ah.. Pinched…†I trailed off, not wanting to admit exactly what I did.
“Procurement.†That came out flat and hammered. Before he could continue, or I threw a nasty comment at him, Aiko interrupted.
“Let’s not forget throwing parties, with party favors, or getting nobles and the very rich stuff they shouldn’t be getting, such as those party favors or items that are on a heavy tariff or restricted list.â€
I shot Aiko a betrayed look, only to have my head snap back to Ichigo.
“What.†He responded in a strangled tone, pushing himself off the brace. “Drugs and illegal goods trafficking?â€
“Ah…†I thought how to explain this, derailed from being irritated with him. “Not… quite.â€
“Not quite?†Running his hand through his hair, he took a deep breath. “Exactly what do you mean by quite? And did you get caught?â€
I hurried on. “Well, the nobles just wanted this or that, I made a few connections and delivered on both sides, not an actual ah… organization to do so. Or directly selling. And all my friends were of age, so. Not illegal!†I paused, nodded once. “And no, I didn’t get arrested or even brought in for questioning!â€
“Uh-huh.†Ichigo took a step forward, then gathered himself. “But that is something that would attract the attention of an AFFS senior officer, and have him send an junior officer to squish.†Rubbing his chin for a moment, he nodded once. “Which means, the police don’t have enough to act on, or all things being considered, want to handle it very quietly. Which we are going to do.â€
“Uh…†I stopped. I had no idea what Ichigo was referring to, how to handle the situation. Finally, I looked at him. “That’s not including what my biological father sent or is sending as an inheritance.â€
“What?†Ichigo looked derailed for a second, and shook himself. “You mean there is more reasons for the senior staff to have their eyes laser focused on you?†He paused, clearly restraining his temper. “You realize that Aiko’s attending NAIS can be hammered flat by them at will? And if they feel she’s a security risk, and they would, given just the above, they will?â€
I paused. No, I hadn’t realized that, nor even really thought about it. Nor what it’d do to Ichigo's clearances. Before I could open my mouth, Ichigo just raised a hand.
“Don’t bother. I can tell you didn’t.†He just shook his head. “Just like when younger, you thought several roles would be fun, not caring that they might get you type casted, or actually turn off your fans who pay to see you. You’re worse than I am about long term thinking! And that says something, since I’m not a poster child for restraint!†Ichigo muttered under his breath the last. Taking a deep breath. “Now, what the hell did Graf New Osaka leave you that Aiko thinks would have the AFFS’s attention?â€
I paused, nodded once, pulling out a folder I had hidden in my robe. “Here’s a copy of the list.â€
He took it and muttered a bit, at several lines, then paused a long moment, and a strangled voice came out. “A Monolith?†Shaking loose from the shock, he continued on. Finally, after several long moments, he passed it to Aiko who had her hand out impatiently.
Silence went though as Aiko scanned. She stopped, blinked, continued on, and finally snapped the folder shut. “... My question is *what* are the dropships, the battlemechs and all that. The details were somewhat sparse on that. Does the box you got include that information?â€
“Good question.†Amber eyes locked into mine. “And yes, I really understand why I was pushed here asap. So, what are they? If the box Aiko’s referring to, tells you.â€
I tilted my head and sheepishly admitted. “Ah.. would you believe I haven’t looked?â€
“ARGGGGHHH!†Ichigo threw his hands up. “Seriously? That’s …†He paused, tilting his head for a minute, then letting his chin hit his chest. “So us. You still have a battlemech in the holds you haven’t even turned on.â€
I couldn’t have a comeback, since we all had a habit of ripping open gifts the moment they were in our hands, but putting them aside once we saw what they were, to play with other things, if they weren’t part of our interests or desires at the time. And since I knew it was a message from my dead father, I didn’t think about if it was time critical or a more detailed listing, since exactly what the items were might be something national governments would be intensely interested in. Putting a Battlemech, a war machine of considerable power aside, was par for the course, I was an actress, not a Mechwarrior, though I had learned the basics for roles.
Taking a long, deep breath, Ichigo pointed at Aiko. “Fetch box. Bring box. Now.â€
Aiko scurried to obey, as Ichigo glared at me. Finally he relented, and admitted. “Upside, we can get your stunts squished, fairly easily. AFFS pays well for equipment. Even basic stuff. Sell some without major hassle or greed, and as a condition, squish this, with a promise…†He trailed off, nodding once. “Not to do more of what has their attention, maybe give some names, and it’ll all blow over, and your career is fine.†Blowing a deep breath, he nods once. “Bad, but fixable, thankfully.â€
I wanted to shoot back about ratting people out, but Aiko came in with the box. “Here!â€
Ichigo studied the box for a second, then gestured at me. “Open it.†Ichigo rarely took control of any situation we were all in, mostly due to .. well. Nuff said, my memories indicated he was used to being the only male in a household of women who had iron whims all the time. The AFFS was good for him, in letting him build up a backbone to corral us.
I put my thumb against the spot and felt a sting. The box popped open and revealed a rack of datachips, a small holographic projector and a datareader. On top of this was a written note. Simple, sweet and to the point. “Play the holomessage first.â€
Ichigo raised an eyebrow. I sighed, and took the three items out, putting the chips and datareader aside. Putting the projector on a ledge, I hit it’s play button since it was a portable one.
A holograph came out, clearer and neater than most that I was used to. In it, my father, looking better than the previous message appeared.
“Daughter. I don’t have much time, and much to do, so I will keep this short and sweet. These chips in this box have a detailed listing of your inheritance, the first two chips listing the equipment, its’ state, and basic technical details, the 3rd through 6th listing the personnel I dearly wish you would care for, or at least see them properly settled, the 7th is exact spatial coordinates for the location of a Star League temporary naval support station, as well as a map on how to *get* there from Terra, with some options for other locations. The 8th and final chip is my best guess on what it is. I verified that it exists, but that’s all. And before I could move to collect it, well. My message you’ll receive with the lawyers will make it obvious.â€
He paused, and nodded once. “I’ve followed your life, even after Miho died, and what I’ve left you will either allow you to do whatever you want, conquer a planet outside the Great Houses, live a live of total luxury with as many boytoys as any girl could want, film the invasion of Terra, whatever. I was not surprised you are getting into trouble, after all you are my and your mother’s daughter. It would be more of a surprise if you didn’t. And you did, in a way that both disappoints me, and doesn’t surprise me. The casting couch is alive and well, and you’d not be the first Lyran girl to directly monetized it.†Ichigo just facepalms. “This will help you get out of it.â€
He coughed once, a racking sound, then took several deep breaths. “Right. My final and likely only advice to you. Trust but verify everyone. Even your older brother via Miho, or the people I am sending to you. Don’t fully trust without severe verification any House Lord. Do not trust Comstar. I cannot repeat that enough, daughter. Do not. And make sure your little sister doesn’t do too well in NAIS, or she takes a non science field. Or doesn’t go into research. And if she does, she stays inside Davion’s guards. With what I have left you… no matter what, if you parley it right, a planet, a whole planet can be yours. I would not deal with the Coordinator, putting aside all hate, simply because you are a woman, and well.†His shrug is speaking.
“Janos… no, but it’s more because I don’t think he’s at all trustworthy. Liao? Please.†He nods. “Given all things, you’ll not have a easy time with the last two, but they’re at least honorable and pragmatic… if you remember that they take their duties seriously into account. But, you’re going to have to deal with them. Not me. And I didn’t help at all here. Good luck, and I hope you’ll do your name and your blood proud.†The holograph turns off and a chip appears, to be pulled out at will.
Ichigo tilts his head, picking up the reader and the first two chips. “Let me scan this really quick, I’m far more up to date than you are on military stuff, dear little sister who only plays a mechwarrior on screen.â€
I looked at him, sourly. “At least I know how to drive one, brother-mine, unlike you.â€
Ichigo doesn’t comment as he reads slowly the information. One of his eyebrows twitches, and shortly, a quiet “Bullshit…†is breathed. His face turns stone after that. Somehow he plows though, even though by the end, he’s whiter than some of the linen aboard Xanadu, or our mother’s funeral kimono.
“Ichigo?†Aiko asks, concerned. He’s afraid. I’m concerned too. I could not recall when he was afraid. Ever. He’s always been head on, meet any challenge and overcome it. He feared nothing.
“First, hire security right the hell now. And by security, I mean ex Rabid Foxes.†Ichigo finally responds. “LOKI is going to be out to kill you. If they don’t know yet, they will, and they’re going to want you dead thanks to the Graf.†He pauses. “And we need to talk to the Heavy Guards CO. Once we verify this.â€
I tilt my head. “Why?â€
“Because this is the biggest trove of Lostech this side of what C*’s hiding on Terra.†Aiko has stolen the datapad, and is also growing white. Ichigo continues, regaining his balance. “And that means everyone is going to want it. Which means it’s in your best interest to get rid of it. Now.â€
My eyes narrowed. Sure, we hadn’t been close the last 8 years, but… Ichigo had to be reacting, not thinking. I paused at that. Something else we apparently shared, besides our family. But…
I bit out, clearly restraining my temper. “Excuse me?†Apparently I didn’t keep enough anger out of my voice. Aiko winced and carefully eyed our positions.
“Get rid of it. All of it. Pay off and help the people he sent settle into other places, and be quit.†He nodded as it was the most obvious thing.
Holding onto my temper by slimmest of margins, I managed to simply hold a hand to Aiko, who passed the data reader to me. Scanning the reader, I came to the conclusion while he was only reacting, … all things considered he was not wrong in a very viable solution. In fact, I suspected he was even more right than he thought. Putting aside every nation in the Sphere, Comstar was a threat too… and I knew from being not all just Kikyo, they had warships.
But… “Dear brother.†I purred, “You are making some serious assumptions.†I paused for effect. “First, it’s impolite to make others’ decisions for them. Second, they may want to stay together, and may have verbal promises from my father on what they get. Third: I’m thinking this might be a good way to get away from New Avalon for a bit. Maybe run a reality show focusing on a merc unit. Real mercs.†Before I could continue, Ichigo made a strangled sound and reached for me. Ingrained training and instinct honed by both my mother and a sensei that had taken a shine to us siblings, snapped into action.
Wham. My hands snapped out, spreading Ichigo’s out, as I dimly recognized the sound of Aiko running off, but I was more focused on leaping back after kneeing him in the abdomen.
(con't below)
Chapter 2, sorry it took so long.
With a lever big enough I can move the world
Chapter 2
A Battletech FanFiction
By
Andrew “MageOhki†Norris.
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See Chapter 1 for disclaimers and other information
Find your footing.
When dealing with those who are powerful, sly and cunning, much less rulers of interstellar policies of great size, be bold, is not always a good strategy. But the timid don’t win.
Bluffing and lying work, but sooner or later, your bluffs will be called, and your lies will be exposed. Be prepared to cover them. Better yet, only do it when you have to… and still have a plan B.
There are three things you can always trust to screw you over. A person’s greed, a mule’s stubbornness, and your own inability to recognize when you’re over your head.
Be careful with trusting people, even family. Even if they have loyalty to you, a question you must ask is… who else are they loyal to?
Letting anyone into your heart is a risk, you might get it broken. But being alone is so much worse.
From the journals and notes of Kikyo Onishi, New Avalon Press, 3291 AD, as part of the “Century of Chaos: The Movers and Shakers.†series.
New Avalon Capital Spaceport, Morning, January 2nd, 3015
As we strode out of the warehouse that was an impromptu hanger, I listened to the chatter of my passengers.
“Huh. Much better than the last time I rode with you.†Kelia muttered. “These mechs are something else.â€
Ichigo was paying attention to what I was doing. “She’s using mostly automated programs, and pretty much letting Bun Bun’s computers do the work. Smart.â€
I rolled my eyes, as we stepped out into the sunlight, and Debora quickly veered to the side. “Where are we going.â€
“Loaded with a local waypoint map?†Ichigo asked, and got my nod, as I pulled up the map he was referring to. “Waypoint Bravo-3, Waypoint Bravo-5, Delta -3, then Echo-7. Let the computers do the work.â€
Punching those in, I took my feet off the pedals, and kept light hands on the joysticks, as autopilot engaged. Even current mechs could do this safely, given the nature of a Dropship spaceport, Bun Bun just did it as if he had a veteran at the controls. I had already transmitted our course to the Ground Traffic control center. Didn’t want to get vaporized by a dropship, after all.
A Dropship port is a fairly big place, so going to where we were supposed to go took a fair bit of time. Before we could get to the last waypoint, Two Battlemechs painted in the Heavy Guards colors stepped in front of us, and a transmission rattled over my speakers.
“Halt and state your business.†The male voice was professional and to the point.
I halted Bun Bun, and before I could reach my radio’s frequency settings, Bun Bun had already set the radio to transmit on the correct frequency.
“Kikyo Onishi, to watch arrival of several dropships which are now mine.†I would have added more, but Ichigo’s hand cut me off.
“Captain Onishi here, why have the Heavy Guards been deployed?†Ichigo’s tone was curious. “The dropships were expected, after all.â€
“Wait one.†Within a moment, a third mech, another Archer had stepped around the buildings, and stopped in front of us. The Archer then proceed to lean down and let a pair of uniformed soldiers climb aboard a hand, which was then raised, and the Archer stepped forward, bringing the hand to where the soldiers could look into the cockpit, as I opened the hatch.
The female of the pair was holding a video camera, and Ichigo waved at it. “Kunoichi, why are there three women in the cockpit, besides you?â€
I spun my head to look at Ichigo, while Aiko did the same, mouthing ‘Kunoichi’?
“One is the owner of this mech, and the dropships arriving, my sister.. The youngest is my youngest sister, Aiko, and the other is a friend, Kelia Harper.†Ichigo’s tone was a bit frosty
“Aaa, see you didn’t tell them your call sign, then. I wonder why.†The voice sounded amused. “Must be a good friend, considering…â€
“Virgin, respectfully, shut up.†Ichigo shot back. “Kikyo has a right to see her property, does she not?â€
The Mechwarrior call signed Virgin responded, still amused. “Ayep. What’s the loadout status?â€
“No ammo.â€
“Safe the lasers, and you’re good to proceed.†The voice was now more serious.
I did so, and Ichigo nodded. “Done, sir, now again, may I ask why my unit seems to be out in force?â€
“Besides the fact we have enough military dropships to fully carry us and a bit more landing?†The tone was asking ‘Are you stupid?’ “Classified. Miss Onishi, your waypoints are Echo-7, Gamma-3, Hotel-5, you will be met by someone at Hotel-5.â€
My smart ass mode engaged. “Understood, ah, I didn’t get your name, just your call sign… which if you want fixed is possible, you know…â€
A moment of silence as several snickers were heard from other units on the net. “Major Zibler, Miss Onishi, and I’m married.â€
“Aaaa. Must be a story.†I plugged in the waypoints, and nodded at the receipt. “Good to go.â€
“Understood.†The three mechs stepped aside, and I let Bun Bun’s autopilot engage.
As Bun Bun strode forward at a sedate 20 kph, Aiko finally asked. “Kunoichi?†Her voice was delighted. “Wouldn’t that be Kiki’s or my nickname?â€
“Callsigns aren’t flattering.†Kelia responded, still amused. “Though I’ll admit those two were epic.†Ichigo’s jaw was a bit tense.
I shot back, amused as well. “Could be worse, Ichigo could be Virgin instead.â€
“That one I’ve got to hear.†Kelia nodded. Ichigo sighed.
“Can we drop it?†Three feminine eyes looked at each other.
“For now.†“Only until I want you to do something.†“Oh, I’ll be kind.â€
Ichigo just shook his head. “Yuk it up. At least I’m not Zibler.â€
“And how did he get that?†Kelia responded.
“Idiot on his first night partying at Albion stated he would only have sex on his wedding night. A friend of his shot back. ‘So forever a virgin you will remain!’ It stuck.†Ichigo grinned.
Aiko snickered. “And Kunoichi?â€
Ichigo rolled his eyes. “Was given that because Mom was a single mother, and I’m pretty decent at being stealthy.†He paused, and nodded once. “‘So, Subaltern Onishi, what you’re saying is your family is a Kunoichi family?’â€
I sighed. Aiko signed and nodded. “Not so bad, then, I guess.â€
“Ayup.†Ichigo settled back a bit.
Before any of us could continue harassing the poor man, we saw a Battlemaster, with a collection of other mechs turn and look at us. Along it’s left side were two stripes running heightwise, one red, one white, while the rest of the mech’s metal was in Davion Blue, with sunbursts and swords on the Shoulders. All the mechs except my white and grey Bun Bun were in variants of that pattern, which confirmed they were the Heavy Guards.
Ichigo had stiffened, then sighed. “Well, that explains why the Heavy’s here.â€
I didn’t turn to look, but I know he felt my question, and he answered it. “I’d be very unsurprised, Kiki, if that’s not the First Prince himself.â€
“Oh.†I concentrated on being *very* inoffensive. “Oh. You think he’s…â€
Ichigo’s shrug was felt by all of us. “Partly here to gawk, partly here to likely start sounding you out about getting all that stuff, would be my bet.â€
I would have commented, but the Battlemaster had waved, then pointed at a spot next to the assault class mech. I understood what that meant.
“I’m pretty sure they radio’ed ahead.†I said dryly. “I suspect he wants to raid the henhouse early on.â€
Ichigo’s look I felt though the seat.
“Hey, the family symbol is a Fox.†I shot back as I carefully and slowly moved Bun Bun next to the Battlemaster, so our shoulders would be less than a meter apart, as we overlooked the spaceport.
“Uh-huh. Pop the top so we can climb out and see.†Aiko called out, and I obliged. Shortly, the two other women were out and sitting on Bun Bun’s shoulders, having moved carefully, while Ichigo unfolded the Rumble seat to watch.
I flipped a camera to watch the Battlemaster, while the main view was on the spaceport, and Ichigo told me the channel to listen for Flight control.
Shortly, Flight control’s channel grew frantic, and we had the awe inspiring sight of dropship after dropship landing. Most impressive were the Colossi and the Mammoths, respectively the largest ever military dropship, and the largest planetary capable cargo dropship.
70 dropships. That was well beyond 2 billion Cbills in hardware, capable of transporting over a hundred and fifty thousand tons of cargo, over two Regimental Combat teams, just about, the largest formations in combat currently comprised of 9 plus regiments of front line combat troops, split among battlemechs, tanks and infantry. What was in them would easily equip at least one of the RCT’s. My displays presented which dropship was which, likely force composition, and other detailed analysis. I was totally impressed with the data flowing across the screens.
I was distracted from watching the last aerodyne shaped dropship taxi to join the rest of the flotilla, as well as the data streaming through my Heads Up Display, by the Battlemaster turning to face one of the mechs. I was irresistibly reminded of an argument going on, even though I couldn’t hear anything, it was just the body language the mechs were displaying. Shortly, the Battlemaster’s language turned satisfied, and the Victor’s was a bit rejected, but the Victor held out a hand near where I suspected the hatch was.
“Miss Onishi.†The radio crackled, and the unfamiliar male voice on it continued. “Please do not move, you have someone who wishes to talk to you.†The voice put action to words, as a man stepped onto the hand, only wearing a cooling vest, very short shorts and a pair of boots, accompanied by a pistol on his leg and a knife in his boot, stepped onto the hand.
Shortly a voice called out after the Victor had put itself in front of me, and raised the hand to the hatch. “Can I drop in?†Ichigo’s stiffening wasn’t needed to tell me who it was, though part of me was going “Shatner?â€
“Of course, Your Highness.†I responded before Ichigo could.
I looked up and discovered three things. A: Hanse Davion really was a James Kirk expy. B: He also had the same bare chest thing going Kirk did. C: Kikyo really liked the look and vibe, who knew she was fond of older and more powerful males.
With a thump Hanse Davion arrived into Bun Bun’s cockpit. “Captain, Miss Onishi.â€
“Sir.†“Your Highness.†He waved off our attempts to stand, and respectively salute or bow, and looked around.
“... This is not a standard Archer, a 2R, I believe, that’s in it’s documentation.†He didn’t sound accusing or threatening, just amused.
I thought for a moment, and shrugged. “Nope. Didn’t really know about it, til I fired it
up.†Pausing for a moment, I grinned at the look on his face. Complete incomprension. “Couldn’t, the conservator was being… restrictive on more than just liquid assets.â€
“Excuse me?†Hanse’s tone wasn’t just the polite inquiry of a gentleman, he was honestly curious to what I was implying, instead of not using a Battlemech, as his mind couldn’t wrap around anyone with one not learning all about it or using it.
“When Ichigo was assigned to the Guards, and assigned off planet, while I was emancipated, I still needed by law a conservator.†Hanse nodded, understanding, and I continued. “She was quite… strict on the limitations, and I quote, what does an actress need with a Battlemech, but no judge would sign off on selling property, so…â€
“I.. see.†He turned to look at Ichigo. “And pray tell, Captain, why was this not handled?â€
Ichigo shot me a look. “Sire, I was not informed, for my sister tends to believe she can do anything.â€
“Ah…†Hanse leaned against the cockpit wall. “Then this should be at least less unpleasant than I hoped. I do intend to try to gain what you inherited.†He paused looking at me. “For fair value, of course, of course. While there are legal means to rend it from you, mind you, considering some of the dropships… I’d much rather not have to go through the process. Not only would it be dimly looked upon… it likely would be more expensive.â€
I nodded. Squishing an internal voice that demanded certain considerations of a more intimate nature in lieu of cash, I instead asked… “Exactly what do you want?â€
“The jumpship and military dropships to start, honestly. Would you like a Duchy?†Hanse smiled roguishly. “All things considered, I’m going to try very hard to make sure that Monolith doesn’t leave New Avalon without being in AFFS colours. And I am prepared to make strenuous efforts and legal at that to keep the Colossi in the same state. I’m stunned they got here, in factâ€
I nodded at that. “I’m afraid some of your goals will be difficult to attain. But first I have to see what the people with them, my father’s people, now my people, want.†I shrugged. “I’m responsible for them, so…â€
“I see.†Hanse leaned back and looked at me, his eyes piercing. “I do see indeed. I’m quite prepared to sweeten the dealmaking, you realize.â€
“Perhaps. But, I’m not going to make any decisions til I know exactly what the people want, and what I have to work with.†I spread my hands, taking a deep breath, noting the quick flicker of Hanse’s eyes to my valley. “Even then, I do have a few plans of my own.â€
Hanse’s eyes bored in. “Elaborate.†His tone brooked no disobedience.
“Well, I’ve been given a few places that might be interesting to visit…†I trailed off, letting him fill in the blanks.
“Your father was a bit of a treasure hunter, I believe, as so proven, in fact… Ah, he sent a list of places he couldn’t visit?†His question was more of a statement.
I simply smiled, letting him draw the conclusions. His eyes narrowed, finally he spoke. “I’m inclined to slightly disbelieve that, but reports did say a courier with a secure box arrived to his lawyers here, and all things considered… But details.â€
“Well, some information has come to light that the Star League depots and repair centers in Epsilon Eridani aren’t as gone as we thought.†I shrugged slightly. “From what I’ve been given, there’s two worth investigating. One that might have a dropship in it, another that seems to be a major repair and refit center for the ground forces. No idea what’s in there, though I suspect a lot of automated tooling and repair bays, from what I can gather. Or at least bits of them.â€
“And?†Hanse wasn’t satisfied.
“Let’s say this. I’m pretty sure, that Minoru’s decision to personally lead the looting of Helm wasn’t based on bad intel. I have some suspicions, but there’s some easily verifiable facts that'll make it fairly easy to prove if I’m on the right track. Plus, I figured out the perfect cover to loot it, and get away clean.†I smiled at that.
Hanse’s raised eyebrow was matched by Ichigo’s facepalm, but I obliged his question.
“Well, I *am* a Fedrat, and wouldn’t it be natural to make a movie about yet another Weeaboo actroity?â€
Hanse’s expression was a prize. You could see him just blanking for a moment, then going “Weeaboo?â€
“Wannabe Imperial Japanese maniac.†Ichigo’s voice dryly answered the question.
Hanse for a long moment was quiet. “Weeaboo. Weeaboo. I like that.†He smiled. “Almost as much as I like the idea of stealing Helm from underneath Janos, without a clue on his part.†Pausing. “But is it *worth* it to me to risk a serious bird in the hand?â€
I paused for a moment. “Information on exactly what Major Keeler hid away is iffy, anywhere from a regiment to at least six regiments of mechs, plus equivalents in other areas, and spare parts, of course. Plus possibly ah… special weapons.†Hanse’s eyebrow was still cocked slightly indicating he wasn’t convinced. I sighed, finally agreeing to reveal my trump card. “Some, some information has come to light that indicates he saw where we, as in the Successor states were going, and the likely result. And he took steps to at least prevent the loss of knowledge. Not saying that he got his hands on Prometheus, but some hints are that he did his best to recreate it. But not verifiable, and it’s just a … likely suspicionâ€
Hanse went still. Finally, after a long moment, he thought about it. “I’ll want to see your logic on the possibility of the cache being there. I’m almost tempted to say damn the cost, and get to the cache now. Just the possibility of a put together Prometheus...†He paused again. “No, I am tempted. Explain your logic on why you think Major Keeler did so.â€
“He’s an engineer. He fought the Liberation wars, and saw what happened to the Terrans, and the SLDF. He also likely studied history, and well… Doesn’t take much to draw conclusions.†I paused, “And if you’re already in a pessimistic mood…â€
“I would say that’s a thin reed.†Hanse pondered. “A thin reed indeed.â€
I nodded. “And our relations as I understand it with the Free World league are fairly profitable and not worth ah… disturbing over a slim possibility. And considering that we have a decent shot at getting away with the cache cleanly, without ...â€
“There *is* that.†Hanse shrugged. “While our relations are generally good, as you pointed out with the Free World League, we, as in the Federated suns have occasionally undertaken raids, some recently, against them, and if I was even halfway convinced that the information you say was there, I’d go myself with your brother covering my troops.â€
He carefully studied me. “As it stands, I’m not sure I believe you at all. I will think on this. I do think you’re not telling me everything, and I know you’re trying to convince me of what you want to do. The question I have, is it what you are telling me, or is it a cover up.â€
I thought for a moment. “True to the first.†I paused. “On the second, I can say it’s my goal, but again…â€
“Quite.†He thought for a moment, then nodded. “I can see the idea you got about Helm, given your brother’s article on it. I will want to see some more data on the location.†He paused again. “As for allowing you to acquire it in the method, I’m of two minds on it. Epsilon Eridani can be collected by *my* people, if you give the information. While part of me, truly wishes to be about this as fast and as powerfully as possible, your brother’s loyalty, and your mother’s service to the realm, has also earned you a fair bit of leeway.†My confusion at the last showed clearly.
His raised eyebrow at Ichigo and a shake of the head that answered the question. He then turned to me, and nodded once. “Your mother was Order of Five Pillars.†The Order of the Five Pillars was one of the two security services of the Draconis Combine, the most hated rival of the Federated Suns, and tied for the worst Successor state, in my view.
“She defected, blowing open a century long spy ring, plus several others, and secrets. I thought you knew.†He shrugged. “Ian offered her a barony, she turned it down.†He turned to Ichigo who wasn’t looking happy. “She has every right to know. Considering what the Order was doing, and your family line, Captain, she has to know, as it’s DMI’s view she was killed by an ISF agent.â€
Ichigo’s expression was stone. “Sire. I… was trying to think on how to …â€
Hanse’s raised hand cut him off. “Understandable.†He turned back to me. “Even if I go along with this, I will insist on conditions, as you are my subject, and by tradition and law, owe me fealty. But House Davion has avoided compelling service. I do not want to be the first to do so.â€
I was still rattled by everything, and my mouth ran away with me. “Well, if you ordered me to your bed, Sire, I don’t think I’d consider that a hardship. In fact, I’d consider it very fun.â€
The strangled sound from my brother really wanted me to have a camera, but Hanse’s response even caught me off guard. “That’d be the third date, I’m afraid. Not the first.â€
I just gaped, completely taken aback. He grinned, then sobered. “I assume your mouth ran away with you, of course, mind you, as that was quite gauche of you. And unlike your usual behavior, from what I understand. I’ll chalk it up to the revelation I just laid on you.†He turned to my gaping brother who was choking. “Breathe, man, breathe. It’s not the first, nor the last offer I’ve received, though to be fair, it’s one of the most direct.â€
Ichigo finally caught his breath, his face still completely shocked. “Kikyo. Seriously. Are you insane? You don’t say that!â€
I winced slightly. “I apologize, Sire. It was… more than gauche, all things considered. What are the conditions?â€
Hanse thought shortly. “NAIS and DMI technical personnel go through the ships and
mechs for anything of interest. Either buy it direct or loan it to the NAIS. The Colossus, the Excaliburs, the Vengeances and oh, those Titans and the Monolith are leased to the AFFS, with indemnity bonds if lost.†He thought for a moment. “I provide any and all needed personnel, of course to fill out the unit. Though I’d like to know exactly what are you thinking unit wise.â€
He held up his hand. “Your youngest sister remains, not only is the NAIS the best place to grow such a mind, NAIS itself would benefit. And of course, one of you will accept the Barony that your mother refused.â€
Ichigo broke in. “Sire, I’d not recommend the majority of the unit being AFFS or former AFFS, that’ll make it obvious that we’re a cover to anyone with a brain.â€
Hanse paused, nodded. “At least a fair amount, mind you. Your sister…â€
“I understand and agree, Sire. Minders are a good idea.†Ichigo smiles at me.
I open my mouth, but before I could say anything Hanse smiles as well. “And you’ll be one of them Captain, who better?â€
Ichigo nods. “Can I assume this won’t affect my career?†Hanse nods.
“Personal detailing by the First Prince always looks good on a young officer’s resume.†Hanse nodded for a moment, then added. “While I’d suggest that you don’t command the unit directly, Kikyo, it’s also a tradition the owner does. I’ll look around for a very competent XO, in that case.â€
I thought for a moment. “Right now, unit wise, I’m eying a Brigade type formation, though in reality it’d be a Alliance wing. One regiment of ASF, one of mechs, one of armor, one of infantry, supported by a battalion of ADA, arty, MP, Engineers, and logistical support elements. With the amount of mechs supposedly there, I might have two. Always wondered why the 1st Cav wasn’t that, it’d fit so nicely with the DLC doctrine.â€
Hanse paused, and thought about it. “Viable.†He finally stated. “And you can try the idea out for us, if it DOES work, well, more Armored Cav is never a bad idea.â€
I nodded. “As for the ships, no. Stripping them of Royal technology? Yes. But if this is to work, more transport is better. It also makes us less tied visibility to you, though if Aiko remains, that’s your assurance we’ll come back, at least for a while. Any mech or vehicle that is SLDF Late regular or Royal, unless it’s already a personal ride, I have no problems selling, or more precisely exchanging for other mechs.â€
I tapped my chin. “It’s going to be difficult enough convincing Marik to agree to at least headquarter a full Brigade, much less two on Helm, without them thinking we’re Davion pet mercs. This isn’t to say I intend to keep all the dropships, putting aside from what information I had, they had to skeleton crew a fair chunk of them to get them here.â€
Hanse pondered. “And for dropships you don’t intend to keep?â€
“Sell them, though my initial thinking is trade them to either the Lyrans or Marik for an additional jumpship or two. I won’t sell the heavier units, since they simplify transport.â€
“I understand that logic, which is why I’m not inclined to pass up a chance to simplify my own shipping issues.†Hanse smiled a bit crookedly at that.
“I’m not disinclined to write a contract where if the unit folds, the AFFS has absolute first refusal to buy the jumpships and heavier dropships, verified by Comstar as little as I trust them.†I shrugged slightly. “Similar to a lien.†I shrugged. “This is also contingent on of course the people in the unit being inclined to go along with me. And…â€
I pondered a moment as The Fox just looked at me, a bit impassive. “After the Marik contract, the FS has first refusal on the unit’s services?†I paused for a moment. “Oh, and we do the Eridani hit for you, or as part. Even without the planned sales, I’m pretty sure as is, at best, I’d still have open lift, so…â€
“That would help a tad, in justifying it, yes.†Hanse looked through the open hatch for a moment, then back at me. “Which ones are you considering selling?â€
“Unions, Buccaneers, Danais for sure, possibly others, though keeping the Mammoths and Mules is on my list.†I could tell I hadn’t sold Hanse on the idea. “But, remember, there’s possibly that Colossus in the Severon Mountains… while I want it…â€
“I would argue a bird in the hand, is better than two in the bush, young lady.†Hanse smiled, to take the sting out of it. “But your object is to attain additional jumpships, is it not?â€
“By and large, yes, and keep my landing transport to a decent amount. It’d also be a reassurance I’d be tempted to not stay.†Hanse nodded at that. “I’m seriously resistant on the idea of losing my heaviest dropships. Putting aside my own personal preferences, they make the number of jumpships less, meaning I can free up lift. Unless you want to back a hit on Tortuga, and capturing all their jumpships…†I snorted.
Ichigo twitched slightly. Hasne’s eyebrow rose, then lowered, as he clearly pondered that.
“That… has potential. That does have potential as a viable idea.†Hanse leaned back. “Removing their jumpships, or even a fair fraction would be a serious help, yes.â€
Ichigo thought for a second. “Sire… would it be possible to get OWA backing on this? Perhaps a wing of their famed Nightmares to support the hit on the jumpships.†He nodded once, looking at me. “It’d also help recruiting. And when were you going to tell him about other sites?â€
Hanse’s eyebrow was raised at the last. I looked at my brother. “I’m not sure of other sites, Brother dear.†My voice was a bit venom filled with the last, then I nodded. “Plus, I’m not sure how to get to the Rim World hidden base, yet that Father assured was there.â€
“A Rim World hidden base? One of the ones they used to support the Uprising?â€
I nodded. “That’s what the information says.â€
“Where.â€
“Outside Lyran space, sadly.†Hanse nodded at the last, putting it aside.
“I agree on the OWA idea, and to be honest, while MIIO has some information on the Domains, it wouldn’t surprise me if the Outworlders have more, just from captured data over the years. I hadn’t considered asking.†He nodded once, clearly making a mental note. “They’ll want some considerations for the pirate stomp, mind you, but I’m sure they’ll go along with it. As for the hidden Uprising support base, as well as any other you have a strong feeling about… Well. I think we have a way to get what we both want.â€
I understood. I had screwed up, severely. Hanse was in the driver’s seat now, and he wanted what I knew about other lostech sites. I wasn’t going to give him all, but enough to whet his appetite.
“Castle Brian on Illyria, a crashed Argo class dropship that was making deliveries to Castle Brians in what’s now the Reach, another Colossus on Phecda, but I think that’s buried, another Castle Brian on Clinton, and last but not least, New Dallas.†I ticked off what I could recall. “Those are what I know of for sure, though Illyria is a maybe, while New Dallas is big trouble, if not done just right.†I nodded once. “And I’ll appreciate you not asking how I know all of those. Until I can prove what I know, that’s why I didn’t want to tell you more. Plus… well, I see a possibility that’ll upend the board we’re all on. There are more, but I’d really need to dig through and prove them, or are so risky that I’d not do it without warship support.â€
Hanse nodded at the last. “And what is this possibility you see?â€
“An alliance.†I realized I was about to butterfly away one upcoming event.
Hanse snorted. “With Janos? Not likely. No offense to the Periphery states, the only one worth the effort hates us, for admittedly good reason. Who? Katrina? What’d she gain by that.â€
“The strongest military combined with the strongest economy.†Ichigo said slowly, realizing it. Hanse stopped and thought about it.
“We would have interests in common, and it’s an open debate if Tamar or Sandoval hates the Dragon more…†Hanse thought about it. “And all things being equal… Our relations with the Lyrans are while not the best, admittedly, nowhere near the worst.â€
I nodded. “And she’s a soldier, and is after reforming her military.â€
Hanse was clearly deep in thought. “How would this come about, you think?â€
I shrugged helplessly. “It’s just my read of the Archon. See seems disinclined to expend her daughter’s life on endless war. If anyone knows the cost of this war, it’s her. No offense, Sire, but while you have fought, and fought well, she led Infantry. She’d be searching for a way to change the nature of the game, I would suspect. And you have to admit, no one’s considered it… or if they have, they didn’t try.†I shuddered. Being an infantryman in this period was not a safe occupation, even for the military.
“... I would contest, but I understand and grant you, that she knows what infantry suffers better than I do. Something to consider, something to consider indeed. And you’re right, it at least has the virtue of something different.†Hanse was clearly intrigued by the proposal. “And as your brother points out, we have what she lacks, and she has what we lack…†He had been derailed by the vistas that opened up. After a long moment he shook his head and returned to reality.
“As much as I would consider it, I’d need more than just your view of her, to even remotely consider it, Kikyo. But I can at the least look into it.†He nodded. “And well, let’s say this. Bring me Helm, and it’s even half of what you think it is, and I’ll have room to approach her, without her approaching me. Tortuga is a prize to help, admittedly, though I’d prefer if we squish the den. Taking it’s jumpships though would help for a while.â€
I shook my head. “Not without my unit being at full strength, Sire, and in a way, we’d
need to put boots on the ground long term to hold it. Otherwise...â€
Hanse nodded. “Well. Even removing a clutch of jumpships from their custody would be enough, I think.â€
I nodded. “It won’t be fast, I’ll need to recruit up to at least some strength, I think we should also try as hard as hell to take as many dropships as we can.†Hanse nodded at that. “Unless we can find an occupation force for a long time, we’re out of very many good options.â€
He nodded. “I’ll think on that.†He pauses. “However.†He flashed a rogue’s grin. “You need to see if you can even put together the unit, and have my people go over the equipment.†He nods once, unclasping his vest as Ichigo had just stuck his head out to look around, and leans slightly forward. “How about this, we seriously conduct negotiations at dinner, say… tomorrow evening?â€
I nodded, swallowing to get moisture back in my mouth. Hanse kept in shape during this period.
“Outstanding!†He straightened, and nodded once. “I’ll have my Guards collect you, say around 5? For a private dinner? Do bring a preliminary TOO for Onishi’s Armored Cavalry.â€
“Yes, Your Highness.†Really, what else could I say.
“Captain, help me to the other mech.†Hanse’s tone was of an order, which Ichigo hurried to obey.
After the Victor started to step away, Ichigo waved at the two girls, who started back. He turned to me. “And you… what were you thinking agreeing to a private dinner. He’s going to try to seduce you into signing everything away to him, even with the information, or to giving him specific details.â€
I glared back at Ichigo. “My life, my choices. And I’m not that foolish.â€
“Uh, huh. We need to meet your people.†Ichigo made it clear he wasn’t happy and that future discussions would happen. However, as Aiko and Kelia dropped in, I started moving Bun Bun towards the dropships, reaching for the responsibility, and my mind thinking though the unit.
***
The nature of space travel and the size of the interstellar economy at its peak, not what it has fallen to, was brought home, as I walked through the grounded dropships of the dropship port. All of mine were put at the farthest possible location from Avalon city, which meant from where I watched them land was a good 40 kilometer hike, and I hadn’t watched them land from the other edge.
Given traffic rules and laws for the port, it took slightly more than an hour before I could get to the dropships, and I had to shake my head. By the time Bun Bun had reached the first of my ships, my father’s people had managed to set up a basic security cordon.
Said Security cordon included several mechs which made it quite clear that I’d have to stop, and I found a perfect place to do so, as I saw Ryanne plus the film crew I had arranged. Shrugging, I turned to my passengers. “Looks like it’s time to dismount, and do things.â€
Ichigo leaned forward to look out the cockpit, and nodded. “Yep.†Aiko and Kelia had
already undogged the hatch and tossed out the rope ladder that was in a locker.
“Fun.†Kelia commented as Aiko was already out of the cockpit, as she tested the ladder. “I’m beginning to see why Mechwarriors are fit.†Before I could shoot back a response, she was already climbing out, and Ichigo was watching her do so.
“Enjoying the view, brother?†I snarked as I noticed where his eyes were.
Ichigo’s tone was amused. “Oh, of course. I am a fighter pilot.†He grabbed the rope and begun to haul himself out, and as a parting shot stated. “So, let’s see if you’re still in shape, bet you can’t beat my time down!â€
I watched as he scurried down, and grinned. One thing about a movie I had done, was the consultants, actual mechwarriors, had not only taught me the basics of driving a mech, but explained a few tricks. Fishing out a pair of gloves from my jumpsuit, I put them on, and waited til Ichigo had hit the ground.
As I looked down from the lip of the cockpit, I grinned, and shouted down at Ichigo. “Let’s see about that time.†With that, I grabbed the rope ladder, and proceed to rappel down, bouncing all the way, while I treated the rope ladder as straight rope.
“... Okkkaaay.†Ichigo paused as I grinned at him. “I should have known you were saving that trick… Learned it on a set?â€
I nodded, noting Aiko’s facepalm. Kelia had just smiled at Ichigo, as she patted him on his arm.
Before I could ask Aiko, Ryanne had stomped over. “Can you tell these neanderthals, I’m your lawyer, and that they’re to let me in…. Why the film crew?â€
I nodded at her, and smiled. “Well, might as well get started with the ‘Real Lives of Mercenaries’, no? Even if it doesn’t go anywhere, introducing myself and explaining things to them, would be a good idea to have on film, anyways.â€
Ryanne nodded. “Fine, let’s get this going.†Before either of us could move, a towering blonde mustached man, with a single lock of blond hair to keep him from being totally bald walked over. I glanced over his muscular frame, clearly shown by no shirt, metal gauntlets and baggy pants, and a errant mental thought crossed my mind, clearly Kikyo!original’s thinking, wondering about if his stamina matched up.
“Are you really Kikyo Onishi? The star of ‘Freedom’s Price?’†I didn’t wince, but mentioning that B-movie I had starred in, simply for the money, though I had to admit, the on site consultants were good and we had tried to make more of it than the script had planned, but there was only so much that could be done.
“I am. Not my personal best, I’ll admit, but…†I trailed off.
“Oh, wow, I loved you in that film! You were so good as an insurgent stealing mechs from the Kurtians!†My mind reminded myself of how some were acquired, and a impish part of me suggested I reenact those scenes with the good man in front of me. “Can you sign my copy of the movie’s poster?â€
“Sure… in a bit?†I smiled impishly. “Why are you on New Avalon?â€
“We’re here to meet the new owner of Fuji’s Mercenaries.†The man nodded. “Though I don’t know who it is, every time I ask, I just get laughed at.†He paused, facepalming. Removing his hand, he continued on. “Forgive me, Miss Onishi, I’m Alexander Armstrong, one of the platoon sergeants for the Infantry. Can I ask why you’re here?â€
My impish side couldn’t resist the opening father’s people had given me. “I’m Fuji’s recognized daughter, Sergeant.†I waited as he blinked. Blinked again.
“Oh. Err...†I could see the thoughts running through his head. After a quiet minute, he stopped, and then nodded once. “Of course, Ma’am. I’m sorry for delaying…â€
I held up a hand, smiling at him. “You didn’t, and I’ll be by your quarters to sign the poster anyways. Always nice to meet a fan.†My smile shifted to an impish grin, at the slight look of worry that crossed his eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to inspect quarters today, I believe. And I’m quite aware that posters of me sell well. Not ashamed of it.†His relief was visible, as he started to lead us to the guards.
“And who is this lovely blonde next to you… and the people behind them?†Alexander’s inquiry wasn’t pro forma, but honestly curious.
“My Lawyer, Ryanne Darwin, and a film crew to record my introductory address to the Unit.†I paused. “Fuji’s Mercenaries? Really? Father couldn’t have thought of a better name?â€
Armstrong shrugged. “It is a holding name, to get us here, I was told. The new owner…†He trailed off, and blushed slightly. “Sorry, you, are to actually give us our official name. Any ideas?â€
I would swear the sparkles as he puppy eyed me would blind anyone. But, I indulged his curiosity. “I’m thinking Kiki’s Heavy Cavalry.â€
“... Use Onishi, I’d suggest. Sounds more professional.†Darwin interrupted. “That is if you’ve lost your mind.â€
I shot her a look. “I still need to address the unit and find what they want to do.†I nodded at Alexander. “It’s only proper.â€
Alexander was spared answering, as we reached the gate, where an older, weatherbeaten man was waiting. “Colonel Sved, I present to you Miss Kikyo Onishi, her guests, her lawyer, a Ryanne Darwin, and a film crew.â€
His bass voice matched his body, a very Viking warrior look, though his accent made Ichigo’s eyes narrow. “I accept the responsibility, Sergeant. Return to your post.†He turned to look at me, scanning up and down my body, eyes narrowing slightly at something, then looking over the rest of the group. “Ma’am, what are your intentions for our people?â€
I nodded at him. “First, to address them, and film it so our people on the jumpships and those with other duties may see it. This address will be to lay out what is going on, and what I would like to have happen. I will simply ask, does the unit wish to stay together as a mercenary unit, and have me as owner and commander, with competent seconds, or disband and move on. I do have a few things we could be doing, as a unit. Then I will meet with our senior officers who are on planet, and discuss House Davion’s interest in our equipment.â€
He studied me for a long moment. “Understood. I should warn you a few of the mechs
and ASF have been earmarked for people in the unit. Only a few, 4 mechs and one tank. Oh, and a recommendation from your lord father, that you take one of the mechs. I do advise you, if we do try to make the unit a success, we keep the dropships, we’ll need them.â€
I thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “That shouldn’t be a problem on the mechs or the tank. As for Father’s suggestion, without good reason, I’ll stick with Bun Bun.†I smiled innocently. “He’s quite deceptive.†The Colonel’s eyes swept over the Archer in the background.
“Archers are not uncommon command mechs, no. And I’ll take your word for his deceptive qualities. The dropships?â€
I shook my head. “We aren’t going to be able to keep the technology, if they are Royal. House Davion would be arguably criminally negligent not to get their hands on that many samples to reverse engineer. The actual dropships, on the other hand… oh, you better believe I’ll do my best to keep them. I counted how many we have, vs. how many rings we have. I did not like that math.†My voice had dropped slightly on that last.
A grim chuckle rumbled out of his chest. Turning, he lead us slightly deeper into the landing zone. “That’s sadly the way the universe is, Ma’am. We’re lucky to have as many jumpships as we do now. I think only the Dragoons have enough interstellar lift to completely transport themselves.â€
“I understand that. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.†I shook my head.
“Corporal!†Sved pointed at one man. “Spread the word, unit assembly at the First Colossus in a half hour.†With that, the pointed out young man rabbited away to spread the word. “Apologies, I believe it’s best to get the address done as soon as possible.†I nodded at that, and he continued. “And no, you don’t. Just deal with it. Which is why keeping our Colossi and others is important, Ma’am, as I see you understand.â€
I didn’t respond to that, as we kept walking towards a towering dropship, the aforementioned Colossus. “Are the ships named yet, Colonel?†I idly asked.
“Not names that we gave them, Ma’am.†He shook his head. “Your lord father had made it clear that we were to wait til we were ready, or you were in charge to do so.â€
“Ah.†I paused. “I take it you’ve been with him a while.â€
“Aye, before you were even a lustful thought in his head.†Sved smiled a bit at that, clearly testing the waters of my reaction.
“I can believe that.†I thought for a second. “So, he’s been assembling this for a while, then?â€
“The last few years, yes. He wasn’t the most fond of Alessandro, shall we say? Not that anyone could blame him, but… it lead to some rash choices, which he decided to undo.†His eyebrow rose slightly to question did I understand what wasn’t being said.
“No one can blame him for not trusting Alessandro’s abilities, no, given all things… And well, who wouldn’t want to make a fresh start with a new, and more competent Archon, considering the climate in Skye. Not sure he picked the right way to do it, but…†I trailed off.
“Quite so. It is where we’re at.†As we walked closer to the ship, he quietly asked. “I take it you are taking responsibility for us? As your lord father wished?â€
“If you’ll have me, that is, and we can come to agreements.†I looked at the people gathering. “I didn’t quite expect this level of responsibility, but… Needs must.â€
The Colonel didn’t say a word for a long moment. “Aye, they do. And calling Summer a devil is apt. He has his claws into your older brother by Lord Fuji. All I can say about that situation on New Kyoto, is at least your niece, the Lord’s heir, isn’t against you, but… she couldn’t be responsible for us, and we would have drawn too much attention to her at this critical time.â€
“Oh?†My tone indicated idle curiosity, nothing more.
His tone answered the question in the same way. “She’s 17, m’lady. And has a regent assigned by Katrina. Though she has seen some of your movies, and wants to meet you herself, I was lead to understand.â€
“Ah.†My response indicated I understood all the messages that the Colonel, who just smiled at the answer, was trying to pass. “Well, that won’t be immediately, I’m afraid to say.â€
He just nodded, as we boarded the dropship, my family and friends following a minute later. Ichigo had been silent during our discussion.
The Colonel turned to face me fully, and nodded once. “I’ll go to seeing that the unit is ready for your speech and send Armstrong to get you when it’s time. With your permission, of course?â€
I knew the question he asked wasn’t a question. “Of course.†I watched as he left, then turned to Ichigo.
“You’re quiet.†I quirked an eyebrow at my more military inclined brother.
“Was studying the people and the equipment.†Ichigo hadn’t turned to face me, but was looking at a Battlemech. Finally, he turned to face me. “I’m getting the impression the Colonel expected you to keep the unit together. I know you found out yesterday, but did you…†I cut him off.
“No.†I paused. “I noted that myself, Itchy.†For a moment I thought on how to put it as we both watched Aiko and Kelia look at the various mechs in the bay. The filming crew had already gone out to set up to tape the address. After a moment I nodded.
“My suspicion is that the Colonel knows about the find outside the Lyran Commonwealth. And well..†I raised an eyebrow.
“A merc unit with some loyalty would be a smart play, and you’d want to have a security force once that stuff was brought home.†Ichigo nodded. “It’s also helpful he’s from Rasalhague, meaning no love for the DC, and wouldn’t mind a stronger FS, leaning as proof that the find is factory related, as your father stated.â€
I tilted my head at Ichigo. “And why you didn’t go MIIO is clear. It’s likely you’re right about his loyalties. But… please, O5P, much less ISF would be more than willing to insert listeners into a merc unit.†Listeners was the slang term for friendly people who simply passed on information to actual case agents of an intelligence or security organization, an example would be an accountant inside a business, who’d report odd funding or odd spending on a project to his friends in the intel agency. In Battletech, given the nature of any decently sized mercenary unit, a lot of their recruits came from national armies, making it easy for intelligence agencies to gather information that way.
Ichigo simply rolled his eyes. “While still possible, Kiki, unlikely, as handing this over to the Weeaboos would set him up for life. That’s why I don’t think so.â€
“Trust, but verify, and agreed.†I tapped my hip slightly. “As well as something we need to remember.†Ichigo got the point as he nodded. “But…â€
“Yeah. Decided what you’ll say?†The raised eyebrow was clearly questioning my sanity at this, but not denying the benefits.
“The truth. Has the novelty of being rarely done. As for more, Adlib it.†I shrugged. “It’s not like I haven’t watched speeches of military personnel before.â€
“Who hasn’t?†Ichigo agreed. “Not a bad plan, but keep it short and simple.†Aiko had wandered up and snorted at that.
“She couldn’t keep it simple if she tried. Nor short.†Aiko’s innocent smile wasn’t believed by either of us as Ichigo and I looked at her.
“Ha. Ha. Ha.†I paused, and nodded once. “And we need to plot some ideas. Did you bring an IS map?†I had asked Ichigo if he could get an 2760 or so era map, listing systems, planets and moons.
“Yep. Standard reader format. Why?†Ichigo’s eyebrow rose.
“Plotting how we do this.†Aiko grinned. “What path, time, the works.â€
I turned to my little sister and shook my head. “Not we. It’s highly unlikely Prince Davion is going to let you off planet until he’s sure of our loyalty. And by sure… I mean sure, which means bringing home prizes he can’t deny.â€
Aiko opened her mouth, only to have Ichigo’s stare shut it. After a moment, she sighed. “I’ll figure…â€
A snort from the sole male in the bay ended her thought. “Good luck outfoxing the Fox, Aiko. Kiki hasn’t done it yet, he’s reserving judgement.†Ichigo shook his head. “And we’re not even sure the Prince’s going to agree. And to be honest, I’m torn about the ideas. Part of me wants to do it, simply for the good we’d do for the Suns, the other part of me wants to just give all the info to the Prince, and keep both of you out of the line of fire. So expecting me to disagree with my liege, on something that keeps you safe…â€
“And means I’m a hostage.†Aiko shot back. “And what do you mean that the Prince hasn’t agreed?â€
“Yes. But since we don’t plan to betray our birth nation… “ I trailed off. “Low risk, and you can get the best education that the Suns can buy. If, as Ichigo says, Prince Davion agrees to let us go. Aiko, even if we give him all the advanced technology, or enough of it, these are Colossus class Dropships, Excalibur class too. Not to mention the Vengeances and Titans.â€
Ichigo picked up my statement. “To be deadly blunt, the three Excaliburs can carry a third of an RCT into battle, the Colossus, assuming stock, could, with say…†His pause was clearly to do a bit of math, “one Vengeance and… call it three Triumphs…†He nodded, sasified, and continued. “Carry an entire RCT into battle, Achy. He’d be a fool to pass it up. The FSN is desperately short of transport. Just the Colossuses and Excaliburs alone represents roughly an 1% increase in the FSN’s combat dropship lift. That’s not mentioning the Monolith, the 6 Overlords, or the rest.â€
I picked up from Ichigo’s pause. “And 180 mechs, 120 ASF, 500 plus combat AFV, means he could build at least one more RCT, or Two, with some add ons. At a very *cheap* price. Ichigo knows more, but I’m pretty sure we’re barely keeping up with losses…â€
“Pretty much.†Ichigo nods. “It’d be more likely used to bring other units up to strength, most units are lucky if they’re at 90% of mechs, ASF and combat vees.â€
Aiko looked at both of us. “We’re Federated Suns citizens, he can’t just take it.â€
Ichigo nodded. “Not quite true, but politically, you’re correct.†Ichigo sighed. “He’s an absolute monarch, Aiko. The High Council really doesn’t exist.â€
I interrupted. “And while the Nobles and other wealthy members of the Suns would throw three types of bitchfits if he just seized it, if he paid fair value, or went through the courts, using some previous laws, he’d get away with it. The Suns seized jumpships in the 1st Succession war, Aiko. And while yes, they paid rental and eventually compensation for losses…â€
“We’re still paying a bit, from the military’s budget.†Ichigo responded. “And as a unit with maybe 10% of our strength in personnel compared to equipment… The courts would side.â€
Aiko looked at both of us. “Why? Why would he do theft at …â€
“Because it’s good for the Suns. It means a stronger military. If one actress gets cash instead of hardware, no one would care, figuring a 20-year-old wild party girl couldn’t use the equipment anywhere near as good as the AFFS could.†Kelia broke in.
I nodded. “And in a way, without what we know, he’s right.†I paused and nodded once. “This isn’t to say what I know from…†I shrugged, careful to imply what happened, but not say it. “Says he’d do it lightly, nor that he’d like it. And what he said to me in Bun Bun indicates the same… but his personal ethics and morality have to be put aside for The Federated Suns. That’s the meaning of the oaths he took. To be the Devil himself if needs must.â€
Ichigo nodded. “Doesn’t mean he’s not a good man, just…†He sighed. “The truth is, the higher up you get, the more honor and integrity, and morality have to be put aside for duty.â€
“I’m not saying I won’t work with him. I was born here, my ‘other’ memories indicate that he’d be one of the better First Princes, and he’s about as good as a man can be in his position, but he’s in the same boat as Katrina, who would dearly love to burn LOKI to the ground, but can’t. Because she needs them, as amoral, reckless, and frankly disgusting they are, they’re a tool she needs to keep normal Lyrans safe.†I nodded once, and Ichigo picked up for me.
“House Davion does a decent job, generally. House Steiner, not too bad either, but that’s about it in this period. Well, not counting the Periphery states, but...†He shrugged. “I’m loyal to him, but I’m not blind to his faults, nor that he can’t live up to the ideal we have of him and his house. That he tries to do the best he can, is enough, in this flawed universe.â€
I looked her in the eyes, and tried to convey how deadly serious this was. “This does not mean we can’t make it better. I’ve been given a big enough lever, and I will find the fulcrum to move worlds.†I smiled. “For the better.â€
“But that means we have to work with what we have now.†Ichigo nodded at me. “And that means recognizing flaws and the facts as they are. And that at times, levers get stepped on. Which we don’t want for you.â€
Aiko looked at us both, trying to think of some argument that would counter what we had said and implied. Finally she sighed.
“I guess.†She blew out a breath. “You’ll get this done fast… right? And safely?â€
Ichigo looked at me and I looked back at him, and we both turned. “We’re not leaving yet, Achy.†Ichigo smiled. “And Well… I’m pretty good, so I’ll make sure Ferret here doesn’t get over her head.†I hit him for the ferret crack, but before I could respond to his crack Aiko commented sourly.
“And who’ll keep you from getting over his head, Kunoichi…â€
“Me.†Kelia grinned. “I’ve been there, so I have a good idea on how to get out.†She tapped her lips. “And these two maniacs need a minder, older, wiser, more cynical…â€
“Hey, wait a second.†“I’m the same age as you, Kelia!†I and Ichigo responded.
“Ma’am? We’re ready.†Armstrong stomped up, interrupting and being clear that he hadn’t listened in.
“Saved by the bell, I do believe.†Kelia grinned as I shot her a dirty look.
“Keep it simple, keep it easy.†Ichigo advised again as we walked out, which triggered something in me.
I paused for a moment, and turned to look at him with a sweet smile. “Dear brother… my unit, my people, and I do believe I have more experience in public speaking than you do.†I paused again, stomping on the panic at not having a script to work off of, and continued smiling. “I do think you believe you are in charge.†My smile dropped. “Correct that belief. These are my people, my responsibility, not yours. I have to inform them of who am I, what I intend, and convince them that they should stay under a 20 year old who’s rep is ‘party girl actress’, not a halfway decent battlefield commander or one with the potential to be such.â€
I resumed walking, and threw over my shoulder. “Me. Not you. You might be assigned to join me, or be part of this unit, yes, but you will never be the one who the buck stops for here. You made your choices, live with them. I did.†I threw my hair back and strode to the podium, leaving dead silence behind me, and feeling a bit lighter. Apparently I had some anger towards Ichigo’s choices in life. Something to work on, but... Time to give a speech.
Stepping up to the mic, seeing the cameras zooming in on me behind the gathered personnel, which a quick count showed well over 500 people, I knew it was showtime. Time to convince people who had no good reason to trust my abilities. Drawing a deep breath, I started and leaned slightly into the microphone. An impish thought took me, and for a brief second, I examined it. And then ran with it.
“Hello, everyone. I’m Kiyko Onishi. I’m not an actress portraying your new commander, I am the owner and commander today. This wasn’t what I planned on. This wasn’t what you planned on, this wasn’t what my father planned on, clearly. But that’s the universe for you.†Looking around at the reactions, I nodded once and continued on.
“I didn't know much about my father, except he was competent and did his best to meet his responsibilities. I didn’t know that he was putting together a mercenary regiment. I didn’t know he was going to leave it to me, or I’d have studied a few other areas than the engineering program I just finished, magna cum laude, I might add.†Sipping at a glass of water, I took the moment to gather my thoughts.
“What I do know is he was an excellent leader, an excellent judge of character, and someone who had the ability to pick those who’d be best for the jobs he had in mind. He was also a explorer, both of space and history. The proof is literally in front of me and behind me.†I waved at the Colossus that was behind me, then at the senior people of the unit.
“I also know that the primary purpose of a mercenary unit can be summed up as ‘Make the other sorry son of a bitch die for his nation or contract.’ I also know that I can learn to truly com