Lyran Commonwealth RP Thread

[Daemonknight]

Public RP thread for Lyran Commonwealth

[Hugin]

Unknown Location
Classified System
1st of March 3040

"Ich frage Sie jetzt noch ein letztes Mal. Woher haben Sie diese Information?"
("I'm asking you a last time. Where is this information from?")
the questioned Man was sitting in his underwear, his hands flat on the table and was shaking his head
"As I said. This Information was given to me via unknown courier. I do not know who sent him. I do not know if it is true. I thought, as a loyal Lyran citizen I was obliged to inform the officials"
A hand reached out of the dark, grabbed his head and smashed it against the table in front of him. He was rocking backwards and instantly got hit in the face by a large amount of ice-cold water.
"Paperlapapp! Ich frage Sie jetzt noch ein Mal! WO! KOMMT! DIESE! INFORMATION! HER?"
("Nonsense! I'm asking you again! WHERE IS THIS INFORMATION FROM?")
He was shivering. Between the water, the cold concrete floor and the fact that this interrogation had beein going on for hours, he had not eaten in days and all he had been able to drink had been from the occasional bucket of water in his face...
The next he heard was the THUMP from a needler pistol being fired onto his left foot. The shrapnel pieces tore into his leg, cut away pieces of his skin and bit into his bone narrow. He screamed at the top of his lungs, only to get hit by another bucket of water. The pool of cold water became pink with the blood running from his heavily injured foot
"Sie werden, wenn es so weiter geht die Sonne nie wieder sehen... Genauergesagt werden Sie bis auf die grauen Wände dieses Raumes nie wieder etwas sehen... Verstehen Sie mich? Zum allerletzten Mal: Wie sind Sie an diese Information gekommen? "
("You will, if this continioues this way, never again see the sun... to be more precise: you will besides the grey walls of this room never see anything again. Do you understand? One last time: Where did you get this information from?")
Bursting out in tears he finally lost control over his bladder and between a lot of sobbing, crying, bleeding and peeing he told the story. The story of researching old libraries, his hopefully-to-become Girlfriend who was working for this Capellan-based arechology company, the weekend they spent together in bed and how she told him stories of future findings too great to be possibly true. How he decided to report what he had heard and that he is just a loyal citizen that did not mean any harm..."

"Very well Herr Walenta... You are dismissed... Thanks for your service!"
He sighed in relief, looked up and his eyes widened. He looked into the darkness of a barrel... one that should not stay dark for long.
And so the Sobbing ended...

[Daemonknight]

New Avalon, Federated Suns
Lyran Commonwealth Embassy
March 4th, 3040

Reinhardt relaxed on a chair in his office, sifting through electronic reports on his desk console. There really was nothing for him to do. His posting was one that would only see activation if there was a direct threat to a Lyran dignitary that happened to be visiting Tharkad. And with the Archon-Emeritus in the local hospital(he had three of his men posing as medical assistants on her floor on a revolving basis to cover that possibility), his job was really rather boring. So he set his crypto team to dechipering all the other unrelated intelligence that came through the Embassy. Techniclly not his job, and butting into the jobs of others, Reinhardt was bored, and few things are more dangerous than a bored covert intelligence officer.

He noticed that his hardline phone was blinking, which made him blink.

Really, on New Avalon? Do these Free Skye terrorists know how to read a starmap? he thought to himself quietly as he picked up the device and waited for the encryption to sync with the comm room in the basement of the Embassy. He listened to the other LIC operator give him the verbal report with slightly raised eyebrows. How this was his problem didn't really click, but he supposed since the report originated with his branch, they were keeping it that way. The LIC wasn't any more removed from internal politicking than any other government agency throughout human history. He sighed.

Now, to come up with a good cover reason to see Justin...

[Foxx_Ital]

Marcus,Lyran Commonwealth
Snords Irregulars command post
March 8th,3040


 "Nothing that hasn't been picked clean" Shorty said as he finished surveying the relics of a old Orgus industries site. Once the mighty UrbanMech was built here to defend star league citys,untill the succession wars that followed.
 "Damn this whole postings been a wash,Weird ass animals and a atmosphere that is only kindly called oppressive" replied Daniel from his champion.
 2 months, two whole months they wasted scouring the area hoping to find something of value only to have wasted their time for nothing. Oh well at least there was the money from the museum on clinton that was slowly regaining its former glory.

 The urge to comment on the planet anymore was interupted by a radio call from Rhonda snord her pleasent voice calmly speaking,"All snords return to base, time for a Family meeting."

 -------
 5 Hours later

 "That went better than i expected" Rhonda said to her father as he burned his tongue on a cup of earl grey tea.
 "Treat them like kids and they'll act like kids" Cranston snord said with a smirk to his daughter."I will be leaving for Outreach to put everything in order." the smile on his face dying as the gravity of the situation slowly sunk in.
 Eyeing the scalding lava that was his tea Cranston dared another sip before speaking,"The lyrans have agreed to our proposal to help raise another Regiment for the irregulars,It wont be as grand as what we have, but will come in handy."
  Rhonda nodded before taking a sip of her own cocoa,"we can always swap them with more units we have hidden, I'm sure Jamie won't be holding us back anymore"
  Coughing Cranston snord reached out onto a table to grab his pipe,using a match to light the leaf it contained. Exhaling a long plume of smoke he looked his daughter in the eye,"I'll be moving our Dependent's to outreach." He finally said after a long moment. The father and daughter nodded to each other solemnly before whispering to each other,"Seyla."
 

[Daemonknight]

Marcus, Lyran Commonwealth
somewhere near Snord's Irregulars' Command Post
March 8th, 3040

Hauptmann Christofer Bullock was uncomfortable, as befitted the world. He'd been told that the passenger compartment of the Longhaul he was riding in was 'sealed' against the hostile Marcus atmosphere, but he'd been told many things by many people in his life, and found atleast half of them to be half-truths at best. This was definitely not among 'the best'. Despite the oppressive conditions, his companion seem nonplussed, which combined with her icy demeanor made her decidedly uncomfortable to be around, even more so than the conditions. He sighed again, wondering whose daughter he'd slept with to earn this posting.

"Touchdown in 2 minutes," reported the pilot. The plane was carrying a mixed load of ammunition, basic supplies, and a few Irregulars personnel who he assumed were coming back on base from leave. He noticed that his companion was singularly disinterested in the mercenaries, yet seemed to soak up everything else that went on around him. He wasn't quite sure what to make of that, but his musings on the matter were interrupted by the sudden deceleration of the freighter touching down.

**A few minutes later**

Bullock walked to the Irregulars CP, wondering how the mercenaries would react. Based on their reputation, he thought they'd be rather bored with the 'request' he'd been sent to make to them, but then again, he had so few details it was quite possible they knew more than he did about their destination. He presented his credentials to the guard at the CP and clicked his heels together.

"Hauptmann Christofer Bullock, Liasion Officer, here to speak with Colonel Snord."

[Foxx_Ital]

Marcus,Lyran Commonwealth
Snords Irregulars
March 8th,3040

 "These Kuritan kid shows really do suck. They should change their stance on death to mercenarys to Death to super heros who transform into cats who transform into giant atlas's" Cranston said while watching a holovid with his daughter.
 "I still think your sore one of the villains just Happened to look like you" Rhonda snord teased while she balanced her daughter Natasha on her lap.
  "Granpa Cranberry,How come all the villains look like you?" the 8 year old asked innocently.
  Stroaking his beard the old mechwarrior thought about his answer before smirking,"Because like me,They have a sense of style"


"Hauptmann Christofer Bullock, Liasion Officer, here to speak with Colonel Snord."

"Come on in Hauptmann, Your just in time. Samaninja Cat is just about to defeat Lord Apeston and his irregular bandits" Rhonda snords pleasant voice rang from inside the command post, The shows theme song cresendoing while all sorts of ADD visual hell broke loose.
 

[Daemonknight]

The Hauptmann walked into the CP and was momentarily stunned by the audio-visual chaos filling the room. He allowed the show's theme to end before attempting to speak, though he took a moment to reorganize his thoughts after being unable to think for a moment. The Hauptman's companion had not spoken a word, although she had shown her credentials to the guard posted outside as well.

After the theme song died down, Bullock walked over to Rhonda Snord and her father and inclined his head respectfully.

"Greetings Colonel Snord. I have come with a request from Leutnant-General Seryna Lyon. She is in charge of some sort of operation and has reason to believe that you and the Irregulars might be interested in accompanying her on the mission. I don't personally have details of the mission, but my companion here is on General Lyon's staff, and will be taking over as your Liasion officer if you decide to accept the mission." The small woman standing slightly behind Bullock nodded slightly in acknowledgement but otherwase made no movement as he explained the purpose of his visit.

[Foxx_Ital]

"Tasha,While don't you go play with uncle Shorty." Rhonda said as the youngest Snord in the room scampered off for her favorite play time,Play in uncle Shorty's Crocketts cockpit untill he chased her out or it started up...whichever happened first.
  Turning her attention to General Lyons staff officer Rhonda perked her right eyebrow up in a particular fashion,"A request? this must be important if you had to come to this forsaken planet"

 "Perhaps you should tell us what this operation is before we accept it." Cranston Snord said as he lit a match for his pipe.

[Daemonknight]

The staff officer watch the little girl scamper off out of the room. She cast a momentary sidelong glance at Bullock, who after seeing the look in her eye, glared before walked out of the CP with little more than a respectful nod towards the Snords. When he had left, she turned her attention to Rhonda.

"The mission is a sensitive one. The good Hauptmann doesn't know of course, but this mission is not under LCAF jurisdiction. LIC has uncovered some information about a Star League era facility. Apparently one that may have been used just before the Exodus took place. The Archon is aware of the information and is personally requesting Snord's Irregulars to accompany a Lyran recon-in-force to the estimated location. Our information is spotty, but with your penchant for...discovering seemingly lost artifacts, the Archon thought you would be a perfect replacement for a more traditional survey team."

[Foxx_Ital]

 The two snords shared a look as they digested the information. It was a few moments before Rhonda finally spoke up,"Besides us who will be going? We would prefer it if only Snords irregulars went. If no lyran forces are among us it will give us much more of an air of deniability for our area of operations."

[Daemonknight]

The woman smirked.

"The Hauptman's false information aside, I will be accompanying you atleast as far as the Jump Point. A small team of observers and technical specialists would be nice to have along, but the Archon made clear that if you are on board, you are to be given all reasonable lattitude in the mission's undertaking. With the single caveat at at the very least, I be allowed along as an observer, at least to the jump point. I'm not a mechwarrior, and have no intention of setting foot on a potential battlefield just to be in the way."

[Foxx_Ital]

 The timing couldn't be more perfect Cranston thought to himself before getting a good eye full of the small women. Oh to be young again. About to open his mouth just to insert a foot in it he was saved by Rhonda.
 "Excellent, don't worry girl, anyone gives us trouble we'll squash their balls into toothpaste. I'll start assembling the snords and prepare to move out." She said smoothly, in truth the unit was all ready packing up.

 Standing up she stretched her arms before nodding at the young woman,"Well miss,mystery. I have some kids i need to round up before they decide to invade someone. Anything you need that you didn't have time to bring just ask the quartermaster." Rhonda said before nodding politely and leaving the CP.

[Daemonknight]

The woman nodded at Rhonda as she strode past. She had caught Cranston's leer before his daughter spoke, and after the younger Snord had left, she blew the retired merc a kiss and pivoted on her heel and sauntered out the CP aswell, heading back to the Longhaul that had brougt her. She had a duffel and a secure footlocker that contained everything she would need for the trip ahead.

[Daemonknight]

January 3rd, 3040
Bolan, Lyran Commonwealth
LCAF Regional HQ Building

Kommandant-General Thanorn Teudesco was sitting in his office in the LCAF building on Bolan going over status reports for the various units under his command. He was the officer in charge of the military affairs of the non-militia LCAF units in the Bolan Theater, and also nominal commander of the 3rd Donegal Guards stationed on Bolan itself. He was sipping his coffee reading over a readiness report of the Hisen Hotheads, a mercenary command on the periphery border, when a courier came dashing into the room.

"Catch your breath son, it can wai-"

"Circinus Federation forces are invading Shahr Kord General! The militia on planet won't stand a chance. There are early reports of a fight on Son Hoa as well." Teudesco looked down at the paper in his hands and realized that was the planet the Hotheads were stationed on. It was a seasoned unit, and he trusted them to keep their charge safe. Kord, on the other hand, would surely fall. A periphery border world's militia wasn't strong enough to do more than dissuade the average pirate band. If the reports of Federation attacks were true...

"Emergency staff meeting in the CP in 15 minutes son. And get me the detailed unit break downs of every unit in the Theater." The courier dashed off as the Kommandant-General rose from his desk, clenching and unclenching his hands. If this was a real invasion of Commonwealth soil, he wasn't about to let it go unpunished.

[Foxx_Ital]

January 5th,3040
Harlech,Outreach

Three days, three days on a small craft. Cranston snord had been cooped up with his grand daughter as she bounced around asking questions and attempting to gain control of the craft. The first 'wave' of civilians wasn't due for another few months,which meant he had to get busy.

 "Place always changes every time i come here" he said out loud to himself.
 "I want ice cream before simulator practice" the young hellion at his side said matter of factly.
 "Yes yes, ice cream and play time after grandpa has had his meeting" the older snord said as he looked around for the air cab,"Straveg,always late." he mumbled under his breath.

 The extra five minute wait seemed to take forever as Natasha decided to learn a local birds language to pass the time, her grandfather only too glad to practically throw her into the cab when it finally arrived.

 Well Jamie, i'm here. Lets see how much of the future we can protect.