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Chapter 25

Sandhurst Royal Military Academy,
England, Terra.
11 January, 3024.

Precentor Myndo Waterly, ComStar’s power behind the throne and the puppet-master of the Concord of Kapteyn, the accord signed between the Capellan Confederation, Free Worlds League, and Draconis Combine, looked across at her General as he thought about his answer to her question.  The Precentor Martial intrigued Myndo; he was so much the opposite of her in the way he conducted himself and in his view of the universe in general.

The General, in a simple set of fatigues, contrasted sharply with Myndo, who was resplendent in her red Precentor’s robes.  That she clashed horribly with his large, but simply furnished office, was of no concern to her.  In fact, she felt as though the clash emphasized her superiority to the military arm of ComStar.  He looked up after a moment and began his answer. “I would describe myself Precentor Waterly, as a loyal son of Terra.”

“Loyal son of Terra?” Myndo made a slight chuckle, “Whatever do you mean by that Precentor Martial?”

“I mean that I would do anything to assure the safety of my world.  My loyalty to ComStar is due to the fact that for the last two hundred odd years, ComStar has kept Terra safe.  The efforts the order made to rebuild following the Usurper’s occupation will be a debt that Terra owes ComStar for many years to come.  By serving ComStar and strengthening the ComGuards, I further help to protect my world.”

Myndo was a little aggrieved that his loyalty was first to the world and not the order. That is something that in time will have to change, or else your early retirement will be in order.  The ComGuards cannot be allowed to secularise beyond the period of expansion, otherwise they will become a dagger at our Order’s heart.  “How then, Precentor Hamilton, do you account for your thirty-four year voluntary exile?”

“My parent’s death and my desire to be learn all I could about being an officer and leader of men.  The chance to do so has not existed on Terra for two centuries.  It was a relief when ComStar offered to hire the Men of Terra back in ’16.  I had tired of the way the House Lords treated Mercs, people from Terra, and anyone who did not tow the party line.  Having grown up on this world and then seeing the damage that had been wrought to the old Hegemony made me angry that the Successor States could actually think they could lay claim to the mantle of First Lord.  They are all as bad as each other; unfortunately, no power has been in existence since Kerensky left to bring them to order.”

Myndo leant forward, planning to draw Hamilton on of his own accord. “What if one power could bring the others to heal?”

“Short of the F-C alliance succeeding, I see no way of any of the Successor States being able to.  ComStar technically could, if it was more open and forthcoming in it’s desire to balance the other powers and act as a stabilising influence, much as the Hegemony once was.”  Hamilton stopped, suddenly realising what was in the air.  “What are you thinking Precentor Dieron?”

“Exactly that Precentor Martial.  ComStar needs to act.  This war will help restore balance.  Following that, we need to be more active in directing the Successor States towards the light of Blake’s words.”

“The First Circuit would oppose any such measure, even if you were Primus.”

“But you believe the Successor States must be controlled?”

“Yes.”

“What if I can provide you with that possibility?”

The Precentor Martial paused, thinking on Myndo’s reasoning.  “You can only provide that possibility if you were Primus and you could control the First Circuit.”

“I will be Primus; the current incumbent is proving to be too recalcitrant in his support of my plans for our Order.  I now have the support I need to remove him, except that is, your support for my future plans.”

It was at this point that the penny again dropped for Precentor Hamilton.  It was the second point he would look back on later in life and wonder why fate touched him again.  “I can provide the support you need in a form I do not think you might have considered.  The ComGuards will remain largely neutral and I will not betray your plans, on the condition that they remain a defensive force and are not used against Terra." I will not have a religious visionary directing my soldiers in a war of righteous conquest, Thought the Precentor Martial.

“Conditions Precentor Martial? I will command ComStar should I be Primus, yet you wish to set conditions.”

“You will need my quiet support.  Precentor ROM has cooled towards you in recent months and ROM can be a dangerous enemy to any new Primus that displeases it.”

Damm you Hamilton! Very well, I will play your game for now.  I need you to control ROM and once you have brought them to heal, I will give you to them to assuage their anger.

“I see your reasoning Precentor Martial.  There is one issue that I do need you to see, to ensure that we can create stability for the Inner Sphere.”

“What might that be Precentor Dieron?”

“The new infantry force you are raising, the one you plan to attach, as companies, I think you said, to the Brigades you are forming.”

“We do not have a name for them yet, although Pat, Precentor Millray, wants to call them the SAS, after the SLDF Special Forces. They are a regiment currently, but we will need about nine over time. What of them?”
“I need you to create a new mission for these SAS.”

“A new mission?  What mission and why?”  The Precentor Martial was obviously annoyed that a politician was interfering in his already complicated force building operation.

“Should this war succeed and we pull our support from the allies, turning the Capellans on the League and creating chaos in Rasalhague for the Combine, our new face will be exposed.  We will need the ComGuards to protect Terra and the SAS to protect the HPG network until we can deploy stronger forces to defend it.”

The Precentor Martial leant back in his chair.  “Precentor Dieron, I do not think a few infantry, even as highly trained as these new troops will be, will be sufficient to defend the HPG network.  Why would we, and how could we, want to station heavy forces at our HPG’s? Additionally, the SAS as you call them, have not been given that name yet.”

So short sighted Precentor, when you look out from your little military world.  “Firstly, they will not be there to protect the HPG’s.  They will be there to delay any strike on an HPG for long enough to allow ROM operatives to disable the HPG in the event of an attack.   Secondly, should the First Circuit prove reluctant to support the new path; we will need to isolate those supporters of the First Circuit within the network.  A bloodless coup of course, but until the changes are implemented, we will need to cut of the First Circuit Precentors from their support.  As to the need for troops at our stations, that will come in time.  We can eventually manipulate the various states to fall into line and allow us to protect our stations from “threats”, whatever we wish those to be.  The day will come when we will need to take direct action to protect our stations, or prevent their secrets, falling to the House Lords.”

Your plans are approaching that point where some will question your motives Precentor Dieron.  I will support you only so far.  “I will need your authorisation to expand the training of the new Special Forces.  I will also need your support in their recruitment, especially as ROM will no doubt be very curious about their sudden growth.”

Myndo stood, “I will see that this is so. Prepare an initial plan for the execution of actions to secure the HPG net and provide for the security of the First Circuit should it be needed.  Call it…Operation ROMULUS.  He created a city that became the foundation of the greatest Empire of old Earth.  It would be fitting that he gives his name to the new future for humanity.”

Hamilton stood and bowed. “As you wish Precentor.  May the Peace of Blake go with you.”

“And with you Precentor Martial.” Myndo turned and left Angus’s office, whilst he remained standing and watched her leave.  He eventually sat and began writing notes at a furious pace. After an hour of writing, he called his aide in the outer office to have Precentor Millray meet him across the grounds at the firing range.  He finished his notes, tore them from the book and walked out of his office.  Waving off his aide he made his way through the College’s ancient halls and out into the grounds.  The College was mercifully quiet, with most students in classes or training.

Pat was waiting at the range, maintaining his fierce image in case any cadets were watching.  Pat looked across angrily. “These better be bloody well important, I’m as busy as a blue assed fly! Why did you need me here to keep me waiting?”

Hamilton simply handed him his notes as the cadets on the range behind them began to open up with automatic weapons and drown out any chance at verbal communication.  After reading the first page Pat looked up, but Angus motioned for him to finish. Once he completed the twelve handwritten pages Pat tucked them under his arm, his face pale and serious.  He waited for the incessant rattle of fire to end before speaking.  “This is Fraking insane!  Do you really want to be her lap dag?  We take this path and we are committing the sins that we have said the Successor Lords commit in spades, sins we agreed no military commander can make.  Fraking ROMULUS! Who the hell does this woman think she is, Huh?  General Kerensky returned perhaps, or maybe Ian Cameron?”

Angus was not surprised at his friend’s reaction.  “More like Prometheus.”

“Damm straight!  We will all be killed, either at the hands of the Successor States, or at that madwoman’s claws.”  Pat was becoming quite agitated.

Angus watched Pat carefully until the Drill Sergeant in the background began to prepare the cadets for another round of firing.  He handed Pat another sheaf of pages.  “You might not like my other idea then.”

Pat began reading as the firing began and Angus could see him swearing his heart out as he read. Once the firing stopped he looked at Angus with a mixture of fear and awe.  “You’re completely Fraking mad!  I suppose you want me to put this little number together for you sahib?”

“Yes Pat I do. If you’re willing that is?  It’s as dangerous as the first plan, but allows us to assuage our conscience somewhat.  At least this way we don’t have to sell our souls to the devil.”

“HAH! We just sell them to his booking agent.  No choice really is there?” Pat shrugged his shoulders. “Alright then, I’ll put this ROMULUS together for our sweet leader.  Then I’ll put REMUS together for you.  Eyes only on both with the Special Forces as the dagger?”

Angus nodded. “That’s fine Pat, and don’t forget to burn those notes.  Leave nothing to be found.  I also have an idea for the Special Forces.  Your idea of calling them the SAS will be a goer.  The Special Administrative Services.  They won’t be noticed among the other special types ComStar are forever assigning to HPG’s and the acronym works for the troops with the name as a decent cover.  Have fun Pat, I know I will be.” He said wryly as both men began to walk back towards the College, both lost in thought.

Chapter 27

The Cave, Saso, New Syrtis,
Capellan March, Federated Suns.
25 January, 3024.

“It’s a pain in the arse, but it’s what the Prince wants and so we do it?  That is your view now is it? Your father would be incensed that you are handing away the rights to thirteen worlds, two BattleMech Regiments and several brigades of conventional forces.  What if we should need those forces against the Capellans? What then?” 

Count Anton Vitios, one of Duke Michael Hasek-Davion’s cronies, was incensed at the announcement that the new Duke, Morgan Hasek-Davion, had just made.  Morgan had announced that the Warren Polymorphous Defence Zone, or PDZ, would be broken away from the Capellan March to assist in forming the new Periphery March.  As a staunch Hasek loyalist and card carrying provincial, Vitios was in no way temperamentally equipped to deal with such demands from New Avalon.  That the new Duke, son of the man Vitios had idolised, would so willingly give up centuries old Hasek holdings was beyond the pale as far a the small, aggressive and abrasive man could stand.

Justin Allard, his lithe and tall frame towering over that of the small man next to him, answered for the Duke.  “We lose little compared to the other Marches Anton.  Two BattleMech units you say?  A training regiment and a March Militia are not much to lose, and neither would have been available for use against the Capellans anyway.  They man a slim line of defence against the Taurians.  We lose a few tax dollars and are now able to focus entirely on the Taurian core and the Capellan border, leaving Pirate hunting and long-range patrols to the new March.”  Justin had little time for Vitios, as the man was a racist pig, unable to see past Justin’s half Capellan heritage, despite his sterling record of service to House Davion.

“A FEW TEX DOLLARS!!  We lose over £80 Billion in revenue per year.  Where do you propose we make up that shortfall?” Vitios was clearly losing control, his small face glowing redder than a fireball.

“Calm yourself Anton.” Morgan’s deep voice brought Anton up short, before he could continue.  “We loose little compared to the other Marches.  Duke Sandoval is giving up Killbourne and Milligan along with six BattleMech Regiments and Hanse himself has released Anjin Muerto, Broken Wheel, Malagrotta and Islamabad along with thirteen Regiments of Mechs and three centres of military production.  We can hardly complain that we are being unfairly treated.  Besides, the order comes from New Avalon and we are loyal sons of the Federation, are we not Anton?”  Morgan’s question ended on an ominous tone.”

Anton, sensing danger, quickly changed his tune. “Of course, we are loyal my Duke, no region is more determined to see the flag of the Suns ascendant, I merely wished to point out that we were given little opportunity to voice our Marche’s concerns properly or to assist in the implementation of this new plan.”

Little Weasel. Thought Morgan, it’s time to be rid of you and your scheming. “An excellent point Anton, and that is why I summoned you, as I require your services for a project of great importance for the Capellan March.”

Anton, on cue, puffed up as his rampant self importance took hold. “As ever, I live to serve the Capellan March through the utilisation of my talents my Duke.”

Morgan continued with a glint in his eye and his voice masking his amusement at the ease at which the little rat could be manipulated.  “Anton, it is my command as your Duke that you be appointed as my personal representative to the new Duke of Filvet, Robert Edgrer.  You will facilitate the merger of the Warren PDZ into the new march and then act as my representative to Filvet.”

Anton new he was in a trap.  Should he refuse, he may well be dismissed from service as the new Duke had little time for him. Should he accept, he would be exiled.  However, the chance to influence a new March and carve out a new base of power may well be worth the effort.  He could always return to New Syrtis with an independent power base to support him. He bowed slightly as he answered. “I would be honoured my Duke, to serve as your personal representative to Filvet.”

“Morgan smiled as he returned the small bow. “Excellent Anton. I have assembled a small staff for you and they are awaiting you at the northern meeting hall of the Ducal Palace.”

Knowing when he was dismissed, but still feeling a little used, Anton bowed again and left the room.

“Here is hoping his DropShip has engine failure on the way down to Filvet.  I hope I never have to see that little wretch again.”  Ardan Sortek meandered over to the map table that displayed the holographic image of the now smaller Capellan March.  “Probably time we talked about Capellan intentions.  They seem to be getting a little ancy all along the border now that McCarron is home.  Good riddance to the Bastard.”

“Perhaps we could pay Archie a visit on Menke?  Say with, oh I suppose the 5th and 6th Fusiliers, the Armoured Cav and a few of the Illician’s.”  Justin had taken it as a personal insult that McCarron’s Armoured Cavalry, under the commander Archibald McCarron, had been allowed to romp through the Federated Suns, raiding and pillaging.

Morgan shook his head whilst enjoying Justin’s thought.  He was coming to enjoy these sessions with Justin and Ardan, the three men forming a good team that was able to operate smoothly and support each other well.  He knew both men were watchdogs, placed to assure Hanse of Morgan’s loyalty, but having two such minds to assist him was a boon he would not begrudge.  “A pleasant thought Justin, but I think we need to think bigger and longer term.  I want you and Ardan to start coming up with ideas for an offensive that can really hurt the Confederation.  Something more befitting the personal response of the Duke of New Syrtis to Maximillian Liao on Sian for unleashing McCarron on us.”

“I think that will be a nice exercise in military theory and planning, and give the planning staff something to do other than obsess over the results of McCarron’s raids.” Justin leant back against the wall, stretching as he did so.  “It still leaves the question of what Capellan intentions are?  They are building up a new force, the Grenadiers, under Candace, but don’t seem to be causing any other major ripples.  Six regiments is a big ask for them industrially, but we can match it with the new Training RCT’s and the reserves from New Avalon.”

Ardan looked seriously at the map. “What if the reserves don’t materialise?  What if the Dragon strikes at us as well?”

Justin did some quick mental arithmetic. “We still hold three RCT’s, six independent regiments, two March Militias and several supporting Wings and Conventional Brigades in reserve positions around the March.  Even if Max threw in the kitchen sink and weakened the Free Worlds border in a few small areas, we can still hold him.  He would need to strip the entire Free Worlds border to cause issues.”

Morgan saw quickly a nightmare scenario.  “What if he did?  What if Max made a coup and was able to free up troops.  What if the Dragon struck out as well and Max got the Taurians involved?”

Silence reigned in the room as all three men contemplated what would be a devastating situation for their March.  A strong and, in places, overwhelming attack just at a time when the AFFS reserves were not available for full deployment to aid New Syrtis in her hour of need.

“Pull out of the salients.” Ardan’s answer was given in a dead pan voice.

Justin continued the thought. “Shorten the line and free up units for counter-attacks.  It would probably work, but the political ramifications would be dire.  Any flanking strike by the Taurians would also put any withdrawal under immense pressure.”

Morgan thought for a moment.  “That’s your brief then.  Plan for the worst, hope for the best.  Call it Case Black.”

Chapter 29

Hilton Head Island,
North America, Terra,
19 March, 3024.

Precentor Martial Hamilton felt somewhat nervous as he looked about the First Circuit chamber.  It was not the tall vaulted ceiling with its long glass windows and imposing majesty that made him nervous, nor was it the way the room’s marble floors seemed to glow; neither was it the presence of the entire First Circuit and the Primus behind their crystal podia, the former in their bright red robes of office and the latter in his simple dun coloured robe.  Angus knew it was also not the fact that he, Precentor Naval Grahame Neville, and Precentor ROM Leyland Belov were at smaller, wooden podia, set below the First Circuit that made him nervous.  What made him feel nervous, was the fact that he was one of the few in the room to know what was actually going to happen this evening, and he was trying desperately not to show it.  The addition of the official ComStar robes, which he found exceedingly uncomfortable, did not help his feeling of unease.

Angus focused again as the Primus, Julian Tiepolo, his old, bespectacled and hawk like face intent, continued. “Precentor Waterly, despite your seeming efforts on ComStar’s behalf, you have gravely depleted the financial reserve that we have spent two centuries building up.  Despite the massive expenditure, something I am sure is going to continue, what have you to show for it apart from a few shiny toys?”

Precentor Dieron, Myndo Waterly, her golden hair arranged like a halo, as always, smiled in an almost angelic way as she answered her superior.  “I have provided to ComStar the protective shield for our Blessed Order and the sword with which to smite those who would threaten our future.”

The Primus snorted. “Provide, hardly Myndo, you have kept a tight-fisted grasp of the expanded ComStar forces whilst moving behind my back to undermine the office of the Primus.  Few here realise what little you have accomplished with your frenzied bout of empire building.  You seem to think a few parade regiments and a handful of derelict warships are the future of our Order.”

Myndo almost purred her response, whilst the glint in her eyes showed pure hatred of the Primus. “I would hardly say a few or a mere handful Primus.”

The room became very still as every eye turned towards first towards Myndo and then the Primus. “Explain yourself!” Declared Tiepolo.

Myndo extended a hand towards the Precentor Martial. “I believe the Precentor Martial and his Naval Commander will be best suited to explaining our efforts.”

Here we go. Thought Angus.

The Primus fixed a piercing stare on the Precentor Martial. “If you and your Naval man would be so kind Precentor Martial?”

Angus bowed his head towards the Primus, feeling the robe chafe at his neck as he did so. “Certainly Primus.  In mid-3022, the ComGuards were tasked with a dual mission by Precentor Waterly under the Direction of the Primus and First Circuit.” Always best to cover my arse first.

“Firstly, we were to supply the Kapteyn powers with stripped out war material amounting to twenty-two BattleMech regiments and the standard number of supporting forces.  This process is nearly complete and will allow the three Successor States to provide a stronger edge to their assaults on the F-C Alliance, an assault that was again sanctioned by this body.  Secondly, we were tasked with the reorganisation and the expansion of the ComGuards to allow the Order to deploy forces abroad, to free up further Capellan and Free Worlds troops, as well as to assure a future defence of Terra against a major assault by a Successor Lord.”

Angus continued to sweep his gaze around the room as he spoke, seeing looks on the faces of the Precentors before him ranging from delight to sheer horror. “The reorganisation of the ComGuards in late 3022 allowed us to initially field eight of our new Combat Brigades.  These Brigades contain a BattleMech Regiment, a Tank Regiment, two Infantry Regiments and an Aerospace Fighter Wing.  Due to the new program of expansion, we currently field thirty-eight Brigades, with another four forming and a further nine slated for formation next year.  Several training ranges have been reopened to assist and Precentor Dieron has authorised an attractive recruiting policy that will enable the ComGuards to meet all projected targets.”

The room was silent for several seconds before Huthrin Vandel, Precentor New Avalon, an avowed opponent of Precentor Waterly, began speaking. “What projected targets?”

“We have been ordered to plan for seventy-eight brigades by the end of 3025.”  The room erupted into chaos as the various Precentors began shouting at each other and the Precentor Martial.  Most of the vitriol came from Precentors New Avalon and Tharkad, the Primus’s two main supporters, and Gus would have smiled at the chaos if it were not so serious and the threats levelled at him not so potentially severe.

Eventually, the Primus regained order in the chamber, by a judicious use of his gavel and surprisingly loud voice.  “Precentor Martial, I will return to you momentarily, however, I wish to see if this madness persists in your naval arm.  Precentor Grahame, enlighten us as to your own orders and efforts.”

The Precentor showed little deference to the Primus or the First Circuit, standing ramrod straight and talking as if lecturing school children.  His beard must have been a boon in this situation, probably concealing a sneer, as Gus knew the man had little time for those who questioned his methods when they had little knowledge of the requirements of a fleet and its operations. “The ComGuard Fleet, consisting of twelve vessels since the mid-30th Century, has been ordered to undertake a commensurate expansion of the Warship and Transport Divisions to support the expanding ComGuard Brigades. In addition to this, we have been tasked to take an active role in coordinating the ComStar merchant fleet in the distribution of support to our allies.  Since early 3023, we have begun refitting Warships held in mothballs in various systems, as well as activating additional transport assets, which will link up with the new Combat Brigades.  To date we have reactivated one Corvette, five Destroyers and two Cruisers.  Additionally, we have a Corvette, three Destroyers and three Battlecruisers, and a Battleship in the yards undergoing refit, with a dozen more slated for refit by the end of the year.  The fleet will then consist of forty active warships.  The reactivation campaign will be accelerating in 3025 as the full capacity of the Titan Yards are exploited with labour from the Belters, allowing for a fleet of seventy-five vessels by the end of 3025. Additionally, from early next year we will also begin the construction of new DropShip and JumpShip assets for the ComGuards.”

The chaos after the Precentor Naval’s address was less than before, yet held a savage undercurrent of bitter feeling from several of the gathered Precentors.  The Primus raised his left hand for quiet, lowering it before he began speaking again. “Precentors, as you can see, the actions of Precentor Dieron and her military advisors has thrown open the door to the end of our Order, through either financial ruin, or our exposure through our new military.  I move that this program be stopped and we move to mitigate any damage they it may have caused.”

Myndo slammed her palm down upon her podium, no doubt causing herself no small amount of pain before speaking. “Any such action will see the end of our order! Precentor ROM has information that I am sure will change the minds of those within this chamber.”

All eyes swivelled towards the man who controlled the eyes and ears of ComStar’s feared covert intelligence arm.  The Primus, his face now red and his voice growing ever harsher turned on Precentor ROM.  “So Belov, what information does the esteemed Precentor Dieron think is so important to her continued plans?”

Leyland Belov, despite his rodent like appearance, was nothing if he was not unflappable under pressure.  He first straitened his robe and made a pretence at checking his notes before answering.  “Primus, esteemed members of the First Circuit and the ComGuards. ROM has gathered intelligence over the past several months that indicate a growing awareness within the Steiner-Davion Alliance that ComStar may indeed be the architect of the coming war and the build-up of the Kapteyn powers that now precedes it.  Currently, they have nothing concrete, but it will only be a matter of time, and a short amount of time at that, before the scale and impact of our hand in the coming conflict become apparent.”

Gus thought that all hell broke loose after his bombshell announcement, however, Precentor ROM’s matter of fact statement of the exposure of ComStar sent the chamber into chaos for a full two minutes.  Decorum was a distant second to recrimination and threat as Precentors let fly with language that would have made a Santander Pirate pale.

When order was finally assured the Primus rounded on Precentor Waterly. “Precentor Dieron, your actions have placed this order in a position of grave danger, a danger greater than any faced since the days of Blake himself.  I move, before this honoured conclave, that the current actions of the ComGuards and the assistance to the Kapteyn powers be halted and that you be stripped of your rank and privileges and exiled from our Blessed Order.”

Silence reigned in the chamber as the focus of the First Circuit turned to Myndo, who it appeared was as happy as a cat that had just cornered a mouse.  “Dear Julian, how your misguided and aging site has deluded you.  You see our fall, where those with the true vision of Blake see our triumph.  Before you make this little motion of yours, I would direct you to ask three final questions to Precentor ROM and the Precentor Martial.  Firstly. will cancelling this program stop its discovery?  Will the Kapteyn powers be happy with what we have done?  But most importantly, how safe will Blessed Terra, the sanctuary of our order, be?

The Primus continued to stare at Myndo, locked in an eye to eye battle of wills.  Without turning his gaze, he addressed Angus and Precentor ROM.  “What of these questions ROM, Precentor Martial?”

Belov answered before Angus, his smooth voice carrying across utter silence. “Cancellation of these projects will in no way prevent their discovery, as we have opened ourselves too far already to prevent their discovery in the longer term.  I would also advise, in the strongest possible terms, that the support of the Kapteyn Alliance be continued.  We stand to aggravate the F-C Alliance as it is, with all five powers felling ill-will towards us, we would be in a dangerous position indeed.  Abandoning the Kapteyn Alliance now will leave them in limbo, greatly reducing their chances for success and embittering them for the foreseeable future.”

Precentor ROM turned to Angus and nodded, indicating that he was finished and the Precentor Martial should continue.  “I must agree with Precentor ROM as to his analysis.” He began. “We would be left gravely exposed should our plan halt now.  There is also this to consider: Should we be discovered, and also abandon the Kapteyn powers, the ComGuard General Staff and ROM believe that Terra would face something it has not in two centuries – an armed attack.  Should our hand be shown to contain such deceit, we would invite attack, even should we retaliate with Interdiction.  Should a Successor Lord strike, the others would follow, as none would wish to see the riches of Terra go a single Lord.  In such an instance we would need at least fifty full brigades and as many warships as possible to protect our world.  Our current plans may have opened Pandora’s Box; however, our actions now will determine what we can draw from it.” And what I can draw from it as well.

Silence greeted the two men’s doomsday prophesies as the unthinkable settled into the minds of those gathered: The end of ComStar.  Myndo was the one to break the silence.  “The matter before us is graver than I think any here realise.  The future of our Blessed Order stands at the crossroads of fate.  We can move forwards to a glorious future, or wallow in our past and fall into the mists of history.  It is my responsibility, no, it is my duty as such, to take the following action.”  Staring at the Primus, her face composed, Myndo uttered her challenge. “Primus Julian Tiepolo, in order to protect the future of our Blessed Order and the Vision of Blake himself, I hear by challenge you for the office of the Primus.  I do this not for my own benefit and glory, but to, as Blake himself directed, protect the future of mankind by shielding our light from those whose short-sighted action would destroy it.  This challenge will determine our own personal future and that of our Order.”

Several seconds ticked past before the Primus answered.  He appeared to be in control, but a slight sheen on his bald head gave point to the fact that the turn of events this evening had caused him great surprise and stress.

“Very well Myndo.  I knew one day the time would come when we faced each other, yet I never believed it would be to face you down so you could not destroy our order.”  The Primus turned to face Angus.  “Precentor Martial, you will act as the arbiter of this session of voting as all here acknowledge the neutrality of the ComGuards.  Neither Precentor Dieron, nor myself are eligible to vote.”

Angus was taken aback by the Primus’s direction but nevertheless knew what he was required to do.  He looked across the chamber at the faces of the First Circuit members, each alight with anticipation and a combination of foreboding and hope. Every member of the First Circuit was calculating the votes on known allegiances and leanings and most assumed the Primus had the numbers to at least draw the vote.  “I have been asked to stand as the neutral arbiter of this vote on the continued Primacy of Julian Tiepolo as opposed the elevation of Myndo Waterly, Precentor Dieron, to the office of the Primus.  As decreed by ComStar law, each Precentor of the First Circuit not nominated is entitled to one vote in the matter.”

Angus turned slightly to his right to address the first of the Precentors. “Precentor Bryant, how do you vote?”

“For Precentor Dieron.” Said the eldest member of the First Circuit.

Angus continued, now looking to the first Precentor on his left. “Precentor Procyon, how do you vote?” For the Primus I expect, as you now hold the favour as protégé that Waterly once held.

The young man, at least young by comparison to those of the chamber, stood tall as he answered. “For Precentor Dieron.”  Shocked murmurs rippled around the room as Myndo appeared smugly triumphant at turning the Primus’s new man.  The Primus too appeared shocked as he, and the others in the room, undertook a tally of the expected voting and came up short for the Primus.

Angus moved on regardless of the murmuring. “Precentor New Earth, how do you vote?”

“For Precentor Dieron.”  And so it continued, with Precentors Caph, New Avalon, and Tharkad unable to prevent fall of their leader as Precentors Atreus and Sian added their votes to those for Myndo.

Once the voting had finished, Angus made his fateful announcement.  “The vote to the challenge for the office of Primus by Myndo Waterly, Precentor Dieron against Primus Julian Tiepolo succeeds by a margin of five to four.  By the articles of ComStar law, Myndo Waterly is now Primus of ComStar and Julian Tiepolo is now returned to the rank of Precentor.”

Tiepolo looked shattered, his vision and dreams gone, his office removed, and his future bleak.  Nevertheless, he spoke once before departing.  “So be it Myndo.  I will go quietly, and accept such assignments as this august body sees fit to bestow upon me.  However, and all of you remember this, the decline and fall of our order began this day and upon each of your heads will the final retribution of fate fall.”  Tiepolo then stepped back from the podium and walked from the chamber.

None had seen her move, as all had watched Tiepolo’s exit, but when their gazes returned to the chamber proper, all saw Myndo Waterly standing behind the Primus’s podium.  “Esteemed members of the First Circuit, I humbly accept the office you have bestowed upon me, vow to fulfil the Word of Blake, and to strengthen and protect our Blessed Order.  I only ask that each of you dedicate yourselves to this task for the betterment of all mankind.  I would suggest we adjourn until tomorrow, when we will need to vote formally to continue the policies that we have discussed tonight and appoint a new Precentor Dieron.”  Everyone in the room knew the new appointee would be one of Myndo’s creatures and her polices would surge forward unhindered.

Angus was not sure what to feel.  His future and his plans would go forwards for some time yet, but he could not stop the feeling that he had placed a dangerous and cunning individual in the place that they could do the most harm.  He lay awake throughout that night, scenario after scenario playing itself out in his head, with each one ending in bloodshed and horror.

Chapter 31

Forbidden City, Sian
Sian Commonality, Capellan Confederation,
28 April, 3024.

Candace Liao looked across the mahogany table, the same table over which she and her sister had last fought.  The table’s deep colour and high polish allowed her to see her own reflection, and that of the others at the table, reflected up at her.  Those reflections showed people that Candace believed were no longer fit to hold such power, yet possessed enough of that power to prevent her taking it from them easily. At the head of the table sat the Chancellor of the Capellan Confederation, Maximillian Liao, her father.  Maximillian was a gaunt shadow of his former virility; the attempted poisoning of the entire family had hit him the hardest.  Only recently had he had the strength to return to full time duties, though they still taxed him sorely.

To Candace’s left sat the ever pompous and arrogant Senior Colonel Pavel Ridzik, an eternal schemer, whose place as the commander of the Capellan Defence Force was a constant thorn in Candace’s side, especially as he seemed inclined to support her sister Romano against her.  The Colonel, as ever, was turned out in his heavily decorated uniform, his beard neat and trimmed and his general appearance immaculate.

Romano Liao, Candace’s sister and rival for power, was seated to her right. Romano had suffered the effects of the poisoning to a greater extent than Candace had, but not to the extent that their father had suffered.  The event had sent Romano into a descending cycle of paranoia, a paranoia which had seen half the place staff executed and the household guards shot, or exiled to the frontline, before Candace could halt the bloodshed.  The Maskirovka had been unable to determine who had made the attempt, little though it would have mattered, as Romano had blamed Candace and seemed intent on turning her father’s mind down the same path.  Little by little, Romano was succeeding, something that alarmed Candace.  Candace, however, planned to see her sister at the front of an unsupported advance into the Chesterton worlds, where she could earn honor as a martyr for the Capellan state.

Maximillian, his voice a whisper of its former stremgth, a state the doctors said would remain for the rest of his life began, what Candace assumed, would be a fairly straight forward discussion. “Colonel, please advise us all as to how you plan to return the worlds of Chesterton, amongst others, to the Confederation.”

“Certainly, Celestial Paragon.” Began Ridzik.  “My plan is simple, strait forward and bound to bring glory to the office of the Chancellor.” Candace fumed on the inside, YOUR PLAN WORM!?! You and that rat sister of mine took my plan, MY PLAN, and simply modified it.  Your ability to think original thoughts died years ago.  At least I know where you truly stand.

Ridzik talked on, completely unaware of the hatred flowing at him from down the table. “The plan is to be called Operation SUN TZU, and will have as its primary aims the reconquest of the Chesterton Worlds and the cutting off of the Federated Suns from Terra.”

Maximillian beamed like a school child who had just gotten into the chocolate bowl.  “Sun Tzu” he wheezed “Colonel, you choose a most appropriate name for our operation, please continue.”

Ridzik nodded his thanks and moved on with his briefing, pressing a small button on the console before him, which sat under the rim of the table.  A map of all the star systems within 100 light years of Terra began floating above the table, those of the Confederation in green and those of the Federated Suns in orange.

“As you can see, we plan to modify the strike plan the Duchess of St. Ives plans to use for her assaults rimward, modified and improved to accommodate the needs of this larger invasion.” Candace continued to be amazed at the lengths the little man was going to infuriate her. You are ensuring, good Pavel, that when the time comes, I may have to make sure that your lingering end is something I have a personal hand in.

Again, the Colonel continued, unaware of Candace’s thoughts.  “We plan to strip units from the Free Worlds border and reserve areas of the Tikonov, Sarna, and Capella Commonalities, as well as using troops from parts of the Sarna and Tikonov borders with the Federated Suns.  This will provide us with approximately thirty Mech regiments and the requisite supporting forces for an all out assault on Davion’s worlds.  Whilst these units are moving into place, ComStar forces will be moving to protect the border with the Free Worlds League.”

Candace was still impressed by the numbers of units to be employed every time she heard the plan discussed.  Although little better than five Divisions of the old SLDF, thirty regiments was a major portion the Capellan military, and a vast force by modern standards.

“We plan to strike in two initial primary areas,” Ridzik continued, “near Valexa and across the Federated Suns side of the Tikonov and Ronel salients.  These strikes will accomplish several goals for our forces.  Firstly, the assaults on Valexa, Ulan Bator, and Chesterton will deprive the AFFS of its nearest major supply and logistics node as well as placing Confederation troops on the primary target world, a huge moral boost for all units involved.” Candace had to admit that both those actions were necessary. “Secondly, hitting Mirach, New Rhodes, Rio, Angol, Castleton, and Sonnia, will begin the isolation of AFFS forces in the Terran Corridor.”

Maximillian beamed across the table as the target worlds began to glow red. “Colonel, your plan is audacious, how do you plan to follow it up?”

“The second wave of assaults will use forces from our own border, leaving a reserve of forces to deal with Davion counter-attacks, which we assume will materialise once the AFFS understands the full nature of the assaults.” I had to argue for hours to get you to use a reserve you little pig, and now it is another of your wonderful ideas. Still, the reserve will be my ace in the hole. Thought Candace to herself.

Ridzik seemed to be getting into stride as he continued on with his briefing, seeming to believe that by stating these great plans in such a grandiose way, would assure them of success. “This second wave will seek to further isolate advance Davion units by landings on Algot, Mira, Messertim, Basalt, Ruchbah, Huan, and Ankaa.  These assaults will completely isolate the New Aragon salient and every remaining world in the Terran Corridor, as well as establishing a direct link with forces from the DCMS.  A third wave will seek to reduce the worlds of Demeter, Almach, Nopah, Kawich, Deneb Kaitos, and Addicks with the worlds of Halloran V, New Aragon, Northwind, and Caph left for the final wave of assaults.”

The Colonel seemed insufferably pleased with himself once he had finished his presentation.  Both Maximillian and Romano seemed just as happy with the planned assaults as Colonel Ridzik was, both wearing contented smiles. Time to rain on this parade.

“Dear Colonel” began Candace “just how long will each wave of assaults be?”

The Colonel did not even look up as he answered. “Three months, no more, the AFFS will be totally overwhelmed by our attacks.”

Candace smiled. “I believe you will need at least twice that amount of time, in addition to retaining further forces in your reserve, as four regimental groups in reserve is hardly enough.  Additionally, leaving the command world of Addicks in place until wave three is, in my view, a dangerous decision.”

“You coward,” spat Romano, a look of pure hate in her eyes. “You would seek to cut away at the masterful plan Colonel Ridzik and I constructed.  Your jealousy is unbecoming, you wish to see me fail by stripping regiments away and hiding them in your reserve, but I will not let it happen.”

Ah little sister thought Candace your stupidity knows no bounds.  By placing me in the “inferior” position as commander of the reserves, you have assured that you will never see the supplies you need nor the reinforcements required when Hanse Davion shoves the 12th Vegan Rangers down your throat.  Once they finish with you, then and only then, will I ride in to rescue the martyr’s body.  But you are right Romano, the more troops in the reserve; the more powerful will be my latter assaults.

“I merely wish to ensure the long-term viability of our assaults, I would not dream of casting aspersions upon the Colonel’s masterful plan.” Returned Candace. A plan I mostly put together.

Maximillian looked across at Candace, a sheen of sweat on his brow and a dark look in his eyes.  “Enough Candace, you have your own glorious assault to plan and lead, trying to weaken your sisters own glory is demeaning.  Were I stronger, I would lead this assault myself, so you will show Romano the same respect as you would to me.”

Romano beamed a smile of pure triumph and complete insanity at Candace as the meaning of Maximillian’s words struck home.  Romano was now the favourite, Candace the second.

So father, now the lines are clearly drawn.  Apart from my brother, who is of little real use to me at present, you stand with your Colonel and my little sister and any other who would oppose me. Candace continued to mull over the resolution of her father’s favour as Romano fawned over the Chancellor.  Somehow I think this is all well and good. My father’s decision forces me to act quickly and decisively, knowing all the while exactly where I stand.  I command St. Ives father, and you have given me the forces of Sian and your new pet units, as well as putting me in the position to pull the invasion’s strings.  Whilst your two favourites are off trying to get themselves killed, and I am sure I can help there, you will be here on Sian, with little more than my army between you and great celestial beyond.

Chapter 33

LCCC HQ, Marik.
Marik Commonwealth, Free Worlds League
28 April, 3024.

Janos Marik sipped his tea, made the way he liked it, weak, sugary and full of milk.  Most others gagged when drinking his tea, Thomas calling it warm, milky sugar water, which was pretty close to the mark.  Still, Janos liked it, and it helped him think during long meetings like this one.  He placed his tall mug, chipped, cracked and batted from over thirty years of use – he would drink from no other if at all possible – down on the stone table top.  The Minister for Defence, busily writing notes, looked up as Janos put his mug down.  “I am sorry Captain-General, I missed what you just said.”

“We need to revise the general plan, now that we have hammered out most of the finer points.  I want the picture of our efforts clear in everyone’s heads before we move on.” Said Janos.

“Certainly Captain-General, I am sure the Marshall of Dieudonne would be most suited for that.”  The ever-harassed looking Minister indicated to the portly Marshall of Dieudonne, Everett Franks, a man who looked every inch the General gone to seed.  That may have been the case, and Frank’s days of getting in a Mech were long past, but his acumen for strategic planning was undiminished.

Marshal Franks, rubbing his ever-red nose, no doubt gained from enjoying a few too many fine brandies, a few too many times, and looked around the room to assure he held everyone’s attention.  Apart from the Minister for Defence, who was still scribbling notes, the other members of the High Command were all ears.  Included in the group were the other four Marshalls of the Military Commands: Marshall Lisa Topfer of Sterling Command; Marshall Michael Svikis of Kendall Command; Marshall Rudolf Salt of Holt Command; and Marshall Tamara Olafson of Granera Command.  Due to the restructuring of the League forces, following the recent Acts of Parliament, the command centres of all but Dieudonne had moved, with the lines of control between the commands being redrawn.  In addition to the Marshalls, also present were the permanent members of the League Central Coordination and Command body, the LCCC: General Akita Hayashi, Director of Military Intelligence, the man who would also be responsible for overall intelligence distribution and analysis as well as integrating captured worlds back into the League; General Adeline Simmons, Quartermaster General, a person for whom Christmas had come early due to the influx of ComStar supplies; General Iasa Toeava, Chief Armourer, the man who was trying to coax a little more production from League facilities for the upcoming war; General Sarah Topfer, Lisa’s twin sister who, as Occupation Liaison Officer, would work closely with General Hayashi to integrate captured worlds into the League; and General Frederick Sohel, Government Liaison Officer, who would work with the Defence Minister to get the plan approved by Parliament.

Once Franks had everyone’s undivided attention he began his summing up of the discussion so far in his deep drawl.  “As of January One, Three Thousand and Twenty Five, our troops will launch Operation THRESHER, under command of Marshall Topfer, with the express intention of misdirecting Lyran forces from our planned major strike into the Federation of Skye.  Eight BattleMech Regiments, with three more in reserve, and twenty-one total conventional Brigades, supported by twenty Aerospace Wings, will strike at eight worlds in the triangle of Pecander-Cavanaugh II-Bolan in two waves.  This attack is designed to pull significant Lyran reserves onto itself, in an effort to tie them up for at least the remainder of 3025. We believe that Lyran front line forces are not overly strong, and their strength rests in their reserves. The main assault formation will consist of forces already on the border, or close to it, in the form of the 2nd and 6th Free Worlds Guards, 1st, 3rd, and 5th Fusiliers of Oriente, 1st Oriente Hussars, and the Mercenary units Caesar’s Cohorts and Clifton’s Rangers.  Reserve forces will consist of a formation under the command of Marshall Svikis, with Mech regiments from his own command, in the form of the 5th Oriente Hussars, and the 2nd and 3rd Atrean Dragoons, along with several of the above mentioned conventional Brigades for garrison of captured worlds.”

It seemed to Janos that the rotund Marshall had said the entire spiel in one breath, just as Janos noticed that he had held his own for some considerable time whilst listening.  Smiling, Janos addressed the Marshall. “Thank you for the summary of THRESHER, Marshall Franks, if you could summarise GARIBALDI for us as well, it would be greatly appreciated, perhaps leaving out unit assignments, for brevity?”

The Marshall nodded, his jowls shaking. “Certainly Captain-General, it would be my pleasure.  From July One, Three Thousand and Twenty Five, our main attack against the Lyrans with go in, under the overall Command of myself as Marshall of Dieudonne and Marshall Salt, commanding the strategic reserve.  Fifteen regiments of BattleMechs, largely drawn from the existing reserve and the Capellan border will materialise in the Lyran systems of Solaris, Zaniah, Phecada, Gacrux, and Wyatt, creating a base for second wave attacks and securing several important systems.” The Marshall paused before continuing. “I must apologise Captain-General, but I must again voice my opposition to the assault on Solaris. The world is effectively neutral and the negative publicity we will take following any attack will not be in our best interests.  Besides, if those crazy eyed gladiators all decide they don’t like us much, there’ll be right hell to pay.”

Janos looked across at the elder man, knowing full well his concerns, but still knowing that the necessity of neutralising the Lyran forces on Solaris was critical. “Marshall, I understand your concerns, but we must drive off the 10th Skye Rangers and 32nd Lyran Guards or they will be in position to threaten our flank.”

The old Marshall’s shoulders slumped a little. “As you say Captain-General, I merely feel it is my sworn duty to speak up when conscience demands it.”

Janos smiled at the man. “Thank you Marshall, that’s why you are here. Please continue.”

The old Marshall, as if no break had occurred, launched straight back into his narrative of the operation. “Second Wave targets will be struck by later arriving units of the Capellan Front and will land, on what we hope to be, less defended worlds in the interior of the Skye Province, effecting a link up with Draconis Combine Mustered Soldiery Regiments.  The Skye worlds we plan to occupy in this wave are to be Milton, Alchiba, Cor Caroli, Alcor, and Videmiatrix.  This, our second invasion wave, can undertake operations at any date from October Thirty One.  Following the completion of our Second Wave, First Wave units will affect a leap frog movement over the newly won worlds and begin the subjugation of the planets of Zavijava, Lipton, Alioth, Mizar, and Algorab, starting sometime after February 3026.  The final assault, our projected Wave Four, beginning around June that same year, will attempt to take Chara, Thorin, New Earth, and Caledonia, the last as the jumping off point for the assault on the real prize: Hesperus II.”

Janos felt the chill that always came when that world, Hesperus II, was mentioned.  That single world produced nearly as many BattleMechs as two thirds of the total Free World’s production.  Multitudes of FWLM and DCMS soldiers had their graves on that world, lost in over a dozen assaults.  This time would be different, the LCAF would be overloaded and the FWLM would land a massive assault force to finally cripple the Commonwealth.

The Marshall of Holt, Michael Salt, a large man with a bald head and fierce look, had a further question for the Marshall of Dieudonne. “What of the reserve, where will they come from? I don’t see how we can hold a reserve and still mount these assaults.”

The Old Marshall smiled. “I think our Captain-General has something to help there.”

Janos did, and it was precious, almost as satisfying as the coup he and Thomas had pulled off the year before. “Gentlemen and Ladies, as you know, the Affirmation of the Home Defence Act has allowed the industrialised Provinces that exist well within the borders of the League to horde their considerable military forces with little risk of committing them to battle, namely Regulus and Gibson.  The Province of Andurien will soon be cosponsoring a Bill with Oriente, which demands the use of 40% of these forces at all times by the League and 80% under situations of duress for the League, that duress determined by Parliament.   Marik, Stewart, Graham-Marik and all the other “protected Provinces” are mentioned in the Bill.  Most of these however, apart from Stewart, have left their mainline formations under control of the LCCC, seeking to curry favour with the office of the Captain-General, in the face of the concentration of the larger Province’s power.  The Bill will be introduced this week, Marik will support it, as will many of our allies and, I expect, all the Border States.  For once, Andurien has done us a great favour, and given us legal access to the BattleMech forces of Regulus and Stewart and the support forces of the other interior Provinces.  I am sure Parliament will call the coming invasions a time of “Duress”, in fact, I will see to it that they do.  With that duress, and the few other reserves at hand, we will have from five to eight BattleMech regiments in reserve for use anywhere in the League.  Oriente and Andurien can hold down the Capellan border as needed, but that is likely unnecessary in the short term.

The conversation that greeted the Captain-General’s announcement was positive and continued for some time, as the Marshalls and General discussed the implications of the new-found ability of their group to direct the full might of the Free Worlds League against their ancient foe, something that had, for many years, been impossible.

Chapter 35

Zenith Jump Point, Hood IV,
Main Street Theatre, Lyran Commonwealth.
6 June, 3024.

Villius Tejh looked out of the forward view port of the Dropship Explorer’s Rest towards his destination, the Explorer Corps JumpShip Outward Hope.  Villius was, strangely enough, quite happy to be joining the Explorer Corps.  His stress levels since his departure from the First Circuit had been reduced to almost nil and he had been able to no longer dabble in his true passion, but actively pursue it. 

Villius was an astrophysicist by training, something he had earned a Doctorate in before called to join the ComStar Order.  Ever since the day he began to follow Blake’s true path, he had made sure he kept himself aware of the advances and studies of his field.  This made the banishment to the Explorer Corps more of a return home, as he had spent three years aboard the CSS Stellar Grace early in his ComStar career as a junior science officer.

His former rank as a Precentor of the First Circuit was a boon in his new posting as well, making his appointment as anything less than a mission commander an insult to his rank and experience.  This put him on par with the DropShip and JumpShip Captains and entitled him to his own, quite well appointed, cabin.  He had enjoyed the company of the DropShip Captain, Alexis Savarov, as the man had none of the pretensions and arrogance of his former peers in the First Circuit. Savarov simply lived his work and enjoyed it immensely, which made a very refreshing change for Villius.  Yes, he could well come to call the man a good friend one day.  He was not looking forwards to meeting the Captain of the Outward Hope, that man seemed like a taciturn and altogether difficult person to deal with, if his communications with Savarov were any indication of his temperament.

The DropShip slowed to a crawl as it made its final docking manoeuvres, Savarov and Captain Breton of the Hope constantly talking as the docking continued.  As the ships finally connected and the docking collar was secured, Villius unbuckled himself from his seat, bid Savarov a good day and good job, and floated out of the bridge and into the corridor, where he activated his magnetic boots and began the walk to the elevators.  The walk took him past one of the mandated posters that the new Primus, his old rival Myndo Waterly, had ordered placed in most areas of all ships, one that spelled out the future glory of the order and the eventual triumph of Blake’s will.

It all rang a little hollow for Villius, believing as he did that her path was going to lead the order to destruction.  Villius saw three possibilities arising form that madwoman’s ascent to the office of the Primus.  Firstly, she would antagonise the Inner Sphere powers to such an extent that they would threaten the Order, allowing her to increase her powers and use her new military toy against them becoming, in effect, that what Jerome Blake totally forbid: a new Successor Lord.  It would fit her god complex personality. Now that she controlled ComStar she would feel it was not enough and strike out to gain more power.

A second path was similar to the first, but she would overreach and the decadent Successor Lords would fall on the Order and Terra, despite the new military that was being built, and the Order would be erased from history.  This was the most likely path that Villius could surmise; he just did not see how the aggravation of the Successor States could work out the other way successfully in most instances.

The third possibility was one he did not think Waterly, or any of the First Circuit saw.  Villius did though, and it frightened him all the more, because it would be so simple to execute.  Execute being the appropriate word, for that is what would happen to ComStar should it ever come to pass, executed swiftly and suddenly.  Hamilton, the man was a Janus, he held two faces, but most dismissed him as an honest and straight forward military man of little ambition.  Ambition there might not be, but the man had honour and a deep belief in what was right and more importantly, what was right for Terra.  Should Waterly threaten Terra in any way, the new ComGuards, dawn largely from the Terran system would, in Villius’s view, be unleashed on ComStar in a heartbeat.  It was this that kept him up at night thinking, this and his former colleague’s dismissal of it as the fear of an old man over simple change.  However it turned out, it would not really matter, Villius would be gone for five years and if all things went to plan, be left on a world of his choosing, never to return.

Chapter 37

Forbidden City, Sian
Sian Commonality, Capellan Confederation,
25 July, 3024.

Candace waited, she could afford to, the decision had been made.  Not that it was an easy decision to make, they never were.  However, she was sworn to the future of her line and to the Confederation.  In the end, that was all that really mattered, even if it meant her life, or those of any other, no matter how important or insignificant they were.  She fingered the ebony box on the table in front of her, it plain edges smooth and cool, with only the latch at the box’s front marring the simple perfection of its construction.  She tuned back in to the conversation again, suppressing the small bout of butterflies that flipped her inside her. Calm, utter calm and focus or the Confederation dies today.  Candace had kept repeating that phrase to herself all morning.  It helped where little else did.

Romano was belabouring the point.  Nothing new there of course, but it was not the best day for such histrionics, Candace was thoroughly sick of them. Time to bait the little bitch again, just to be sure, to know this was the right decision.

“Father” exclaimed Romano “Candace does not need these pets of hers all under her control.  She is just a distraction, bait in a trap.  Why waste resources on bait.  Those new troops should be placed under my command for the true assault into Chesterton, which will bring honour and glory to your name.”

You really are pathetic, aren’t you sister? Thought Candace before she responded.  “Dear Romano, are your talents as a commander so insignificant, that you cannot use the mass of troops provided to you already to accomplish your goals?  You call my attack bait, perhaps it is, but a handful of regiments striking from St. Ives will not attract Davion’s attention. He needs to think I am coming for New Syrtis, otherwise he will not react and neither assault will be successful.”

“I am a commander of Liao blood!” Screamed Romano,” By birth I am a leader and great commander.  You have no idea of the insights the training of my people provides me. We see all and we see far and I see in your attempts to create a private army a threat that the Confederation cannot bear.  Obviously you do not have the skill to orchestrate the attacks assigned to you.  I suggest father replace you with someone who has the abilities our troops demand of their generals.”

Maximillian, still frail nodded his head, his long moustache wiggling. “Romano speaks many truths Candace and I wish for my new soldiers to be part of the glorious strike into Chesterton.  You will assign four of these regiments to Romano and replace them with mercenary troops.  Our recruiters have been most successful in gaining the services of several unemployed and newly formed commands.”

So that is how it stands is it father, I truly am lost in your eyes?  This is a dark day for the Confederation, one I must bring enlightenment to.

“You would have me replace troops that have trained for their role for over a year with a pack of half trained Mercs.  Davion will see through the ruse and watch the forces mass on Sarna and Tikonov and know where our blow will fall.  You will be lucky to get near Chesterton, or any other world for that matter. You throw away every single advantage we have.”  Candace voice was raised by the time she finished, her frustration finally beginning to show, frustration built up over a year as her plans were usurped and were now threatened with abject failure.

“Daughter” Maximillian said in a flat emotionless voice “Obviously you have lost your faith in your father’s strategic acumen.  This is a great disappointment to me and reinforces my need to rely on your sister for advice and support.  You will return to Hexare and send four regiments to Sarna, hiring what mercenaries you see fit to replace them.  However, Master Yadi will accompany you as an advisor, to ensure the success of your operations.  I will not have you jeopardise our plans or those of Pavel and Romano.”  Both Pavel Ridzik and Romano looked smugly satisfied at this turn of events, knowing full well that Candace’s humbling fed power to their own positions.

Father you now leave me no options.  The Confederation must survive.

Candace stood, her uniform hugging her tightly, and her hair bound up, both to ensure her movements would not be impeded.  “If that is the will of the Chancellor, so be it, I am a loyal servant of the Confederation and will do what I must to serve the greater good of our people.”  Maximillian gave her a small smile, acknowledging her humble acceptance of his orders.  “There is one thing remaining before I leave father, something I mentioned on arriving here this morning, the gift from your new regiments.”

Maximillian’s eyes lit up. “Ah yes, I had nearly forgotten.  Please, what is this gift from my great creation?”

Candace slid her hand down to the latch of the box, flipping it and opening the dark container as she smiled at Romano, enjoying the fact that her sister was angry about their father’s sudden happiness with Candace.  Candace drew from the box the most beautiful firearm she had ever seen, a heavy-set pistol with a highly polished platinum finish, hand made by the finest craftsmen of the Confederation.  The grip of the weapon was of jade, showing the map of the Confederation at its greatest extents, the banner of the Chancellors Grenadiers, with the homeworlds of each regiment and of Sian picked out on both sides of the grip in precious stones.  A golden Liao crest was emblazoned on each side of the barrel, finishing what was a stunning piece of military art.

Candace began walking around the table, cradling the gun in both hands, the grip facing towards her father.  “This was payed for by your Grenadiers father, in honour of their dedication to the Capellan people and their willingness to let no obstacle stand in the way of the people’s safety.”

As Candace passed behind Colonel Ridzik, she quickly shifted the gun into her right hand, stopped moving forward and swung her arm out, bringing the gun in line with the back of Rizdik’s skull.  She pulled the trigger and the gun leapt in her hand, barking out a great roar as it fired.  The Colonels face disappeared is a spray of red mist, as pieces of what had once been the commander of the Capellan forces splattered all over Romano. The bullet, travelling downwards, smashed through the table and into the floor, wrecking the holo projector and shorting it out.

Without any hint of emotion, Candace quickly swung the weapon around to point at her father.  However, on the inside she was twisted. Thoughts of what she was about to do screaming at her to stop, but stopping now was not an option.  Maximillian had pushed back from the table, his hands still resting on its surface as his eyes looked into Candace’s.  “I am sorry father, know always that I love you, I always have and will, but I cannot allow you to destroy our people.”  Maximillian said nothing, obviously still shocked by the sudden death of the Colonel.

Candace lowered the gun to point at her father’s chest, destroying his face, like she did Rizdik’s, was not something she could bring herself to do.  As she began to pull the trigger, she shut her eyes, not wanting to see the effect of her actions on her father’s body. She was also concentrating the on shutting out the screaming in her mind, screaming that was telling her to stop.  She did not stop.  She fired three times in rapid succession.  Her were eyes closed the entire time. And that nearly killed her.

As her eyes opened she heard Romano shriek, catching, in her peripheral vision, a fast-moving shape, causing her to duck instinctively.  The jade carving clipped her across the top of her head, had it struck true, she could have been knocked unconscious.  Pain exploded in her skull as she cursed herself and refocused, the pain giving her something to block out the thought of what she had just done.  This one is for pleasure little sister.

Romano, having tumbled away from the table as she was hit by the remains of Ridzik, had moved to her feet as Candace shot their father, grabbing at the carvings on the table top and hurling the first of the two she had grabbed just as Candace opened her eyes.   The second was cocked and ready and she let fly with it.  Candace was ready this time and easily dodged it, razing the gun to cover her sister as she did so.

“GUARDS!” shouted Romano, knowing the peril she was in.

“They will not come little sister.  My own 1st Grenadiers now guard that door.  They will not enter until I call or walk out.  There is no escape for you.  Your madness will end here.”

The full enormity of the situation crashed down on Romano as she realised that all her power plays had come to nothing, that all her ambitions would end here and now.  “My people will rise up and see you thrown down, the Thuggee will avenge me and bring agonizing death on you and every traitor in the Confederation.”

Threats at a time like this, how typical of you Romano. “Dearest sibling, the 2nd Grenadiers will make planet fall in two weeks, with every intention of wiping out your little cult before word of your death ever arrives.  I needed every spare ship in St. Ives to manage that feat of logistics, but I think you would be surprised at my abilities to organise long range strikes should you have survived this day.”

Romano simply screamed in return. “I will have your soul fed to me in the…” The gun roared again.  Silence followed.

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Romano and Pavel troubled her conscience not a bit.  Her father did.  So did the similarities to the death of Richard Cameron, executed with the gift of a firearm by one trusted and dear.  I am no Amaris.  He acted out of greed, I act for my people.  I must act for my people, or I will become Amaris. Now I launch a war, as did the Usurper.  I AM NOT AMARIS!  Father, I will dedicate the rest of my time to your memory, I will build you a state of which you could be proud so that when I am judged, I will not be seen as a usurper. I will be a builder and protector, a daughter you could respect. Despite these thoughts, Candace knew she would be haunted by her action for the rest of her life, but that was good, she could still feel, she would need to feel so that she did not become disconnected from her people as she took up their leadership.  I must never forget why I have done this deed today.  Now for the last step.  Please see reason.

Candace had moved to her father’s office and seated herself there, in its stately opulence, something she knew would have to change. I will need to be seen as the Chancellor of the people, gaudy trappings and glitter will not do.  She had sent for her brother, Tormana, who had quietly accompanied her to Sian, without her father’s knowledge.  All the eggs in one basket. The door opened and Tormana entered.

Not missing a beat, the young man waded straight in. “Enjoying father’s seat Candace.  I am sure he will be thrilled at your presumptiveness?”

“My seat now Tormana.”

Tormana stopped dead in his tracks, shock on his face.  Quickly recovering he asked the obvious question.

“Your Seat? What of Father and Romano?”

“Romano finally flipped, killed father and Senior Colonel Ridzik and was in turn killed by loyal soldiers of the 1st Grenadiers before she could kill me.”

“I meant the official story.”

“That is the official story.  The public one will mention revolutionaries or some such.  Do you have a problem with either?” Don’t force my hand little brother, there has been enough bloodshed today.

Tormano understood the implicit threat in Candace’s question and became very still.  “It seems the official story is an accurate representation of the events that transpired at the palace today.”

Good boy. “I expect that I will have your full support as Chancellor of the Capellan people? Also, as a gift to you and a mark of the high honour you have been denied, I would have that your family join me here in the Palace, as befits the Royal family.”

Tormana smiled, still sensing the danger. “Oh very clever Candace, hostages and a family renewal, that will play nicely in the media.  I have little choice in the matter, all things considered.”

“All things best be well considered Tormana, I have plans for our people that I will broke not interference in.  It is time for the Capellan people to be given the chance to be what they truly can be, not a downtrodden mass of defeatists.”

“So I am to remain here as the court jester, smiling for the functionaries and generally rotting away?”

“Hardly.  Your talents were always wasted.  No more will that be the case.  You will leave Sian, once your family arrives, and take direct command of Operations WUHAN and CANTON.  I will command SUN TZU.  Together we will reforge the Confederation’s glory.”

Tormana made a grand bow to his sister. “The Celestial Wisdom’s will be done.”

“Don’t ever forget that Tormana.”