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Lyran Commonwealth IC Roleplaying Thread
« on: March 16, 2010, 03:50:21 PM »
Faction roleplaying thread
And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Apollyon, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.

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« Reply #1 on: May 02, 2010, 05:17:34 PM »
The message from the LIC was laconic in the extreme.

Code: [Select]
The 6th Tamar is dead
Peter bowed his head for a second.

"Strike the 6th from the rolls. They will not be reconstituted until their standard is repatriated."

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« Reply #2 on: May 10, 2010, 09:08:57 PM »
Old Connaught, Arc Royal
Lyran Commonwealth
May 19, 3069



There was something off about this world. Field Marshall Ardan Sortek knew what the problem was: the legal actions against Morgan Kell and the Kell Hounds. It robbed this world of its soul.

The people looked distraught as if there was no longer any point to the universe. It was if God had decided that it was a good time to go on vacation. The English during the Civil War between King Stephen and Empress Matilda called it “The Time When the Saints Slept.” Other more modern people called it malaise. 

But after meeting with Leftenant General Burium Jashir of the only surviving part of the 15th Deneb Light Cavalry, Ardan Sortek knew that it was not only the people of Arc Royal who had problems. The AFFS contigent of the Star League Defense Forces had fought for almost seven years. General May of the 42nd Avalon Hussars was on the verge of insanity after the loss of the RCT’s infantry. The latest psyche report said that he was probably on the verge of suicide or a breakdown.

But it didn’t matter at the moment, he was apparently fighting for his life on Morges. If the Ice Hellions, don’t attack him with orbital bombardment; he may pull off a victory. But Sortek’s eyes strained as he looked over the map and reports. Victor’s defense line was failing apart. And for the moment, Sortek wished that someone would take the reigns of the SLDF. It was all failing apart.

Getting up from his desk, Sortek looked over the city from his window. It felt Lyran. However, the world would probably fall under attack in the next two months. And if he had his way, he would defend it to the last man. “So Hanse, what do you think?” There was no answer as the old man turned to look at a picture of himself years younger with the thirty year old Hanse at a party. There was also a woman in Hanse’s arms. They were all smiling.

“I wonder if you and Dana are back together, or is it you and Melissa still? I’ll probably find out soon,” said the old man. He straightened his jacket, and he picked up his cane. Opening the door, he left his office. Walking down the hall, he quickly walked to the Star League Mech Bays.

There standing was a gift from Yvonne. It was a Templar to replace his aging Victor. It was an omnimech built at Talon. But with the Dark coming in, he wondered if the Templar would be rarer soon.

Shaking his head, he made a pledge just as he had done seven years ago on the Covenant. “With this sword, I shall defend this world for the Lyran Commonwealth. For the Federated Suns and the Star League. “ And then Sortek looked at the mech’s head. “And for you old friend. I do this for you, Hanse. I shall look after Yvonne as long as I have strength in this old body.”

And then Sortek walked away. It was if a book end to that event years earlier, but he would fight to prove these young Clanners that they are not the ultimate warriors. For a warrior without a soul was nothing more than a mechanical drone.  And he would prove that the Saints were still alive.

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« Reply #3 on: May 12, 2010, 10:14:02 PM »
"Excuse me, Archon, but I was not informed of the Invincible's departure."

Peter didn't look up from the report he was reading. "No reason you should have. No orders were cut to them."

"Sir?"

"No explicit orders were given to the Invincible or any of the Tamar Cavaliers. The commanders are acting under their own initiative. I hear we try to promote that around here."

"But they..."

"Took about a thousand newly assembled front line fighters with them? I figured that if one is dead set on running a fool's errand, then one ought to do so under friendly air cover."

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« Reply #4 on: June 05, 2010, 08:28:46 AM »
Lohengrin Clandestine Prison Facility
Location Unknown
7 July 3069


Crack! Crack!

Daphne Rowe listened impassively distant sound of gunshots, not quite muffled by the concrete walls of her isolation cell. The deposed duchess had long since stopped fearing her own death; now, she found herself feeling a sense of relief. If Lohengrin was finally liquidating the Republican prisoners they had been holding here since Peter's purge, at least the seemingly-endless months of total isolation - interrupted only by occasional brutal interrogation sessions - would be over.

She heard heavy footsteps on the far side of the cell door, and mentally steeled herself for the end. Will they do it right here, she morbidly wondered, or will they go through the motions of marching outside and putting me in front of a wall?

The door opened with a whine of creaking metal.

Daphne Rowe examined her executioner cooly. The man was wearing Lyran military fatigues without any insignia or sign of rank, his face obscured by a black wool balaclava. She was not surprised to see the submachinegun in his hands, but the words he spoke into his radio headset confused her somewhat.

"Delta one, this is delta six-two. HELEN is secure, repeat HELEN is alive and secure."

The next thing he said put things into context... but did not lessen her surprise.

"Madame president, we're here to rescue you. Come with me please."
And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Apollyon, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.

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Re: Lyran Commonwealth IC Roleplaying Thread
« Reply #5 on: June 06, 2010, 07:36:12 PM »
Boojum orbit, Kowloon system, third orbital plane, Coast Guard training flight 2...

Lt JG Giao Pham floated between the ships, and relaxed.  Most of the damage from her "Therapy" was never going to go away-but out here, it didn't matter.

"Oversight crew is in place, let's get this over with." she announced.

The airlock on Three opened, and three trainees were shoved out, setting the clock in motion.  Coast guard training included a short period of vacuum exposure-not long enough to do permanent damage, but long enough to build confidence in survival skills.

Five bodies tumbled in the vanishing cloud of airlock release, and stabilized, kicking off toward Four's hull.

"Six..." she muttered, watching the range-safeties readying "Beachballs" in case someone didn't make it within the seven second timeframe.

"Standby medics." she ordered.  One of the students was having a hard time finding the control panel, "Safety Two, move into position on the Charlie airlock of vessel four, I think Greer's having problems."


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« Reply #6 on: June 08, 2010, 10:54:27 PM »
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Planet Arc-Royal
Lyran Commonwealth
5 July 3069


The Ritter Sir Paul Morgan massaged the sides of his stein. The fidgeting was a habit he had picked up after his rather dramatic fall from grace within the diplomatic corp, a subtle reminder of how he had come a hair's breadth from a nervous breakdown after the Kerensky Province project fell apart.

Sitting across from him was an older man dressed in fashionable but not excessively flashy business attire. Gunther Dächer had, not that long ago, been an important retainer for Grand Duke Morgan Kell, and much like his drinking companion recent changes in government had seen him plummet from his prior station.

"Herr Morgan, how are you enjoying your visit to Arc-Royal?" asked the older man somewhat cautiously.

"It is... certainly not how I remember it. I can't put my finger on it, but its like... the soul of this world has been taken out."

"Aye," acknowledged Dächer, "That's about the right of it. Ever since the Hounds left, things just haven't been the same. Not just the merc trade either - sure, that's more or less dried up, but the Großherzog... the poor man is broken, and not just financially."

"But surely," protested Morgan, "here on Arc-Royal, the seat of his duchy..."

Dächer shook his head, "No, the spirit's left the old man. Even if he wasn't bankrupt, even if Landgräfin Mulcahy wasn't running the Cordon in all but name, he's got nothing left... I don't think he has much time left either."

Morgan raised an eyebrow, "So where do I factor into this?"

"Herr Morgan," Dächer had shaken off his melancholy voice and was speaking directly now, "Mulcahy may be a fine banker, but she can't administer a duchy out of a wet paper bag. This whole region is three steps from fracturing. If the SLDF were to pull out, I can't see Mulcahy holding it together and I know the Old Man doesn't have it in him to do the job."

"And the rumors are that the SLDF is talking about pulling out..." said Morgan absent-mindedly.

"Exactly. If the Cordon falls into civil disorder, we'll have a new flag by Christmas - and it'll be far too green for my taste."

Morgan scowled at the thought but drove on, "I still don't understand what you need me for."

"Herr Morgan, you have contacts with the Exiles,"

"Now wait, no no, I do not have any contacts with the Exiles, not any more. Not since Daphne Vickers tore up the treaty. Not since that crazy bitch ruined my career."

"Don't lie to yourself, Morgan, you're probably one of only a dozen Lyrans who can talk to the Exiles - really talk to them. And we need a keystone to hold together this area."

"You want the Exiles to take over the Cordon? Do you understand how crazy that sounds? Do you remember how bad things got when they left last time?"

"No, no herr Morgan I don't want the Exiles to take over the Cordon, though that might well be inevitable. I want the one thing that can hold this region together if the Old Man passes on - an orderly succession within the Kell house. I need you to get Alaric Kerensky-Kell back here. I suppose you could say, I need you to create the Kerensky Province, right here in the Cordon."

Paul Morgan felt faint.
And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Apollyon, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.

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« Reply #7 on: June 11, 2010, 02:22:19 AM »
KCGS Magritte Ngo (Tramp Class), entering Arluna space...

Debbie watched out the forward ports like a kid, straining to see her homeworld.  She'd been away from home for just slightly less than a year.

It was a relief to finally be 'shut' of the Archon's business-'specially th' business with Kell...  she thought bitterly about the hours spent-wasted, really, dealing with His Grace Morgan Kell in the aftermath of the Kell Hounds' brief rebellion.

It's never easy, seeing a hero fall, and Kell had fallen from a height few could aspire to.

It was also a relief, being shut of that mess, being able to come home...

home.

"Milady, the Council's sent ahead some documents for you to review." Kapitan Bianh Dao intruded into Deb's thoughts, passing her the read-outs.

"Ah thank'ee." Bianh said, "Y'all didn' have t'drahve th' Bus, Represnt'tive." she added.

Dao, Kowloon's recently former 'elected representative' to the Estates General, shrugged, "After the last censure?" she said, "I'm glad they found a replacement, honestly, those painted peacocks on Tharkad get on my nerves almost as much as yours.  Sandra can handle the job better, and by now, my resignation should be sitting on Chuck Vanh's desk."  the old spacer sighed, "I really thought I could make a difference there, but..."

Debbie nodded.  "Ah know.  Much as Miz Doons tried t'help me aout, Ah'm glad t'be goin' home where Ah don' have t' put up wi' heels oah those silly hair-styles..."

"You did some work for the Archon." Bianh pointed out, "Even picked up some status..."

"Fo' shit status, Cap'n." Debbie said, "Ah'm not deaf, Ah know what th' othah Nobles were sayin' behin' my back..." her voice shifted to a fairly passable Tharkad accent, tinged with 'Gossipy bitch' tones, "Oh, Poor Dear, she's only a NOBLE because there was NOBODY LEFT, Gold-digging Periphery Tart, Archon's Whore..."  and stopped with a look of disgust.  "Ah'd soon's let a pack of dogs nibble me in an empty street, than go back to dealin' wi' those..."  words failed her.




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« Reply #8 on: June 12, 2010, 02:22:32 AM »
Arluna...

Debbie MacAulliffe found herself in an office-her office, with a row of terminal displays, a polished Kaumberg Bluewood desk, and a by-god staff.

A staff that included, among others, an old friend.

"...Captain, good for YOU!"  Deb complimented her old friend, the former 'Military governor' Dao Thanh.

"Yeah, I was home long enough to get pinned, then the Assembly sent me back to serve as the Naval Attache." Dao said, "From there, it was a matter of the Assembly making an agreement with your Council, now I'm running an office that coordinates Militia activities from Jerangle to Jessenice, down to Inarcs and all points in-between for the LCAF."

"That's a big job, I'm surprised they stuck you with it-usually those billets go to officers in the Regulars." Deb commented.

"Yeah...well, it would seem that with Coast Guard personnel spread all over the old Plague zone, someone on Tharkad thought it might be a good idea to move the job down a rung on the ladder and they didn't want it too closely observed by the Kowloon Assembly." Dao told her, "So the Liason office is Here, separated from our training facilities-I guess I was lucky and they didn't move me to Inarcs with the rest of the Theater command structure."

"Would you like some tea?" Deb asked.

"Business, Your Grace." Dao told her, "I've got reports of a massive bandit force hitting Jessenice, we've lost contact with the Relief group there, and the HPG isn't answering."

"Clans maybe?" Deb asked.

"Well, the Adder Consulate's been pretty quiet lately, but if it was them we'd have a count of casualties and they'd at least tell us what happened." Dao told her, "So, we don't think it's the Adders.  Might be another Clan, but the Adders don't seem real keen to let anyone play in their patch out here, not since the deal with the Scorpions, and they haven't made any real serious noises about breaking the tacit post-plague peace out here."

"So...what can I do for the Coast Guard, Captain?" Deb asked.

"Well...I'm informing you of that.  there's some concern that there might be a problem with the innoculations sent to Jessenice, and we might be moving refugees into Briarook over the next few months-as soon as an investigative team can be sent out to Jessenice to determine what, if anything, has happened.  In the mean time, you're going to need to call in the Reserves and start drilling for defense operations in case the Bandit story checks out, and they're angling inward-we're keeping this on the down-low in case it's just a fuck-up with the comms, but the KCGS Amber Chuan is three weeks overdue..."

"I'll take that under advisement, I guess it's time to schedule a meeting with the Adder Diplomats and find out what they know." Deb said.

"I'd appreciate that-you've got standing to set up that kind of meeting, I, under the current rules as an activated member of the LCAF, don't." Dao told her.



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« Reply #9 on: June 12, 2010, 10:01:14 AM »
Floor of the Estates-General
Planet Tharkad
Lyran Commonwealth
24 July 3069
10:48 AM local time


Gräfin Cecilia von Carstairs sneered in derision as she listened to the proposal being read on the floor, "Perhaps if you hadn't left them sitting on the front line with a target painted on their chests, Ibrahimović would have shown a little more loyalty. Believe it or not, I hear in some parts of the Sphere there is a crazy concept called earning respect."

The Markgraf of Bolan responded in a tone of disgust, "Cecilia, you are hardly one to talk about earning respect. Eight years, was it? Eight years you were padding your accounts as Consul to Grumium while handing the Rassies trade deals that set back our expansion efforts by a decade; and that's without even getting into the whole Pocket WarShip business. Even Rowe vetoed that deal, and yet as soon as she was gone, it was suddenly back on the table."

"What Bolan means," interjected Freiherr von Greenlaw, "Is that just because you were sleeping with one Ibrahimović doesn't excuse treason on the part of th-"

Unexpectedly, the chamber shuddered - silencing the nobles' recriminations at least momentarily. A guard at the door spoke quietly into his lapel mike and apparently received a response shortly thereafter.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said the Sergeant, "there is nothing to be alarmed of. Seismic sensors have registered a large earthquike, but there are no reports of dama-- excuse me, please stand by."

The sergeant's concerned expression deepend as he listened to his earpiece.

"I apologize, but I have new information. Radiological sensors are now detecting a probable nuclear explosion in the vicinity of Mount Wotan. Please proceed in an orderly way to the shelters in the basement until we can find out mo-"

The building shook again, but this time it did not immediately subside. Gripping an adjacent pillar, the sergeant reached for his lapel mike again but never completed the motion, as the enormous fireball engulfed the center of Lyran government.
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And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Apollyon, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.

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« Reply #10 on: June 13, 2010, 03:48:35 AM »
Kowloon NEF, Departure Point Zenith, Tharkad System...

Kapitan Denh Nguyen sat on the muted bridge of transport 112 and brooded.  The news from the groundside was sporadic, in spite of deploying all the shuttles and men in the NEF's command-there was only one certainty.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have no high command."  The words from Hauptmann-Kapitan Michael Collins of the LCS Kowloon-the senior LCN officer in the system now, still echoed.

"What's the status of relief efforts?" Denh asked, when his Yeoman prodded his elbow.

"Tens of thousands of burn cases, radiation sickness, we've got every SAR qualified pilot out supporting operations, Sir...it's bad." the young man wasn't Kowloonese, or even Arlunan-he was from a place called 'Coheed' on Coventry.

"And the Archon's private residence?" Denh asked.

"Empty, sir. His calender shows he was scheduled to make a personal appearance to the Estates General about thirty minutes before...he was probably in the palace, sir."  the Yeoman told him.

"How are the troops handling it?" Denh asked.

the youngster shrugged, "I know the crew are...are on edge, sir.  I can't speak for the troops deployed ground-side, but it is in these reports..."

"Fine.  go get some rack-time, someone has to sleep."  Denh kept staring out across the AU.  Tens of thousands immediately, but there will be more-maybe millions more, when the fallout starts coming down in the rain...

Denh grew up on the stories of Dinh Diep, he'd actually hiked the site when he was in his teens.  There would be heavy rains, which poisoned the land with microscopic bits of radioactive debris for years after the initial blast, they would also poison part of the oceans, and land hundereds of kilometers away.  Cancer, Leukemia, disease, and famine would travel those trade-winds around the globe.

Eventually, of course, there would be  a recovery-of sorts.  Even the best decontamination gear and methods would only shave off a decade or so from the groaning horror that the people of Tharkad would be under.

The images showed fires still burning in the suburbs,  a city like a donut, wrapped around a blazing radioactive hole.

Of course, closer imagery showed that the buildings in those outskirts were just as unliveable as the ones close to the blast site itself-shock tremors from the treacherous strike at Mt. Wotan/Asgard had prepared the civilian structures like a pre-demolition blast preps a structure for hte final charge.

Sanitation's going to be a serious problem.
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« Reply #11 on: June 13, 2010, 09:49:00 AM »
Presidential Palace
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Somewhere in the Periphery


Kommandant Leonidas put a comforting hand on Daphne Rowe's shoulder as she read the report, "I wish I could soften the punch a little, but its important for you to know what's happened since Somerset."

Rowe shook her head slowly, "We were so close... if it hadn't been for Peter, the Alliance would have been on the path to regaining its old glory. Instead... this. How could we have misstepped so badly?"

"We were naive," Leonidas said softly, "we were in denial about how much hatred there still is for the Rim Worlds... we told ourselves that if we explained we were different from the Amaris Empire that people would accept us. We were wrong."

"Yes, I suppose we were. But what about the rest? The plague? Liz?"

"You can't blame yourself for those things, Daphne. The plague was never supposed to impact Lyran soil, and Elizabeth Ngo died of natural causes. None of that was your fault."

Daphne Rowe looked unconvinced, but she banished the grief from her face before responding, "You're right, after a fashion. There will be time despair over what could have been later. With Tharkad at least partially out of the picture," now the 'old' Daphne Rowe was back in full force, "we need to act quickly - this may be our last chance for real independence, and our last chance for survival."

She paused for a moment, then added, "Thank you, Adam, I'd be lost without you."
And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Apollyon, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.

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« Reply #12 on: June 13, 2010, 12:21:20 PM »
NEF 111-14, Tharkad upper atmosphere...

Bia Lu Smith nosed over and started her pass into the massive cloud, towing a modified 'seeder' set to collect particulates.

Her radar was already fritzing like a holovid player in a lightning storm as she passed through it.

THUMP!thumpthumprattlethumpBANGrattlethumpthumpthump!!!  the stick jerked spasmotically in her hands, and the eight-ball tried to roll crazy.

And then, she was through it.  weird...  the fighter tried to jerk and jink on its own in the clear.  she hit the retractor on the sampling pod, and was rewarded with a 'doors jammed' light.


Half an hour later, she finally found an airfield that wasn't overcrowded.  the landing gear deployed, at least, and she was able to get out and inspect the damage.

There was a lump of slag-mudl embedded in the bay-door mechanism.  Her rad-detectors showed it was 'hot', and the Tharkad Navy Militia team that arrived half an hour after that confirmed that the cloud of fallout included raw heavy metals in quantity-along with repowderized ferrocrete, nearly pure silica, vast amounts of carbon-14, and unburned bits of city that had not yet lost enough velocity to fall back down.

SHE was taken straight to decontamination, the fighter was packaged as radioactive waste and sent to a containment/disposal facility.

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« Reply #13 on: June 22, 2010, 02:54:41 AM »
Assembly Hall, Kowloon...

"Order, god-dammit!"  Speaker of the House Charles Vanh bellowed out across the crowd.  The shouting and arguing died down.  "That's better."

"Admiral, the floor is yours."

Admiral Alicia Li stood up.  "OCB doesn't agree with the LIC's public position that the nuclear attacks on Tharkad were the work of the Clans-analysis branch has three reasons for this, and after discussion with my tactical staff and about a thousand HPG messages back and forth to Relief units on-site and along the border, I'm forced to agree with that assessment."

"Do you have hard proof?"  Dineh Longwalk, the rep from Pastorville on the Ia Drang Plateau, asked.

"Well, isotope analysis indicates the main columnular generated at Tharkad didn't contain the right isotopes-lots of carbon 14 and other alpha emitters, very little in the way of beta or Gamma-that's not normal for the type of warheads used by military forces."  Li said, "It is normal for a massive fission-pile detonation like Dinh Diep-Clan warheads are expected to be related to Neutron or laser-triggered fusion devices-these don't leave long-term fallout, they burn too efficiently, and don't have the kind of incomplete fissionable combustion the NEF found using atmospheric sampling-lots of U-238 and PLU-240, more of a fission detonation than a fusion one-it's rather unlikely the Clans would deploy dirty-bombs, since they're bulky and easy to detect.  Contacts in Free Skye indicate that they also don't build dirty-bombs, they're too damned expensive and better warhead configurations are easier to get parts for."

"So...who does that leave?" Gwen Giap of the 11th District New Saigon (Social Democrat) asked.

"Well..."  Li looked uncomfortable, "we built a few prototypes back in the late fifties on the logic that the Falcons would come knocking after Serpent left-but those are accounted for in LCAF storage at Coventry, and the yeilds we tested in '58 would have been too high, and the fallout too low.  The ground sample at the subsurface detonation of Mount Wotan,however, gives a different story from the open-air detonation in the Triad..."

"What kind of story?" Giap pressed.

"Fast-burning laser trigger, Americium wrapped in Tritium wrapped in Deuterium." Li recited, "Yeild was in the mid 500 kiloton range, probably the warhead from a Peacekeeper.  Rad counts and isotope levels in the ground at the site match up text-book, as does the EMP damage and range generated, temperature range and cooling...that was an SLDF bomb, but since the outside of the mountain is mostly intact, it would have had to have gone off inside the base."

looks were exchanged.

"I contacted the Coventry, Alarion, Skye, Bolan, and Arc Royal arsenals-the Alarion and Bolan arsenals are missing warheads."  she said quietly, "They didn't say as much, but they were evasive in their answers to queries, and my contact inside Lohengrin tells me that Alarion, at least, is missing one SW-91 five hundered KT warhead from storage-and may be missing more, since the records appear to have been altered."

"WHO does OCB think is most likely, then, if neither Free Skye, nor the Clans?" Giap asked.

"OCB believes the most likely culprit is the Rim Worlds Republic-they have means, motive, and have had inside-access all along." Li said, "Given the current strategic situation, they're the only group that could or would benefit strongly from decapitating the Lyran Commonwealth."



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« Reply #14 on: June 25, 2010, 02:41:07 AM »
LCS Kowloon, 1500 Hours, Tharkad system, Nadir point...

"Two weeks ago, the problem was no government at all, now we've got messages from a half dozen claimants to legitimacy..."  Captain Michael Collins was born on skye, and had spent his time in prison for Free Skye activities in the forties and fifties.  His placement back in the Fleet, as a warship commander, had been a surprise to him-but not much of one.  "Now, your world's declared article nine."  He said, "Not just them, though-half a dozen worlds in that end.  I've got orders from Donegal and Coventry to move to crush it, and orders from Alarion and Bolan to hold position-they're all about as legitimate, coming from senior Admirals, Generals, Margraves, and little pocket-sized Estates Generals with their own claimants to the Archonship."

"What about Skye?" Eileen Cu'ong, the ship's XO, asked.

"Robert's put his hat in, but he's told me to follow my conscience on this." Collins said, "He's Free Skye to the bone, like me, an' frankly, I'm impressed-MacAulliffe walked out of the Archon's direct service and all the access it granted after getting a good strong taste of power, and word has it she's reluctant about accepting the leadership out there...besides, WE were an independence movement, and to be honest, Eileen, I can't command a ship with half a crew having to be watched or replaced."

Some nods were exchanged around the wardroom-the possibility of mutinies had reached critical point in the aftermath of the bombings and the rise of opportunistic claimants with just-strong-enough claims to the archonship.

"We're going to rotate people into homogenous units based on ethnic origin." he said, "That leaves enough 'loyalist' fleet units that we can still conduct operations, and it gets rid of the separatists without destroying valuable public property-a fleet that's fighting itself, isn't going to be able to fight external foes."

"You're going to just let them go home?" Adler Galland (LCS Solaris) asked, disbelieving.

"It's that, or sleep one-eye-open." Michael told him, "Losing a few ships now, without wrecking others in the process, is better than losing the whole fleet to internal squabbling."