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KAPTEYNS FIRST STRIKE

BOOK 1 Plans within plans

THE OTHER OPTION: KAPTEYN’S FIRST STRIKE Book 1: Plans Within Plans

1Writers Note: This is an alternate timeline story set in 3022, which rewrites the lead up too, and outbreak of the 4th Succession War. It is based firstly on the side bar on page 57 of the original House Marik Sourcebook, but quickly diverges into an alternate reaction by ComStar and the Kapteyn powers. The results of the invasions will be gamed out and the story of the alternate war slowly written as I progress the results of the war, using my own highly detailed version of Succession Wars/Inner Sphere in Flames. Don’t think I’m VSD hater or anything like that, I am a staunch Lyran and know they will have eventual mastery over known space. Its just that I wanted to see what would happen if the Kapteyn powers had manned up a little.


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Book 1

Plans Within Plans


3Chapter 1 Elmau, Bavaria, Terra. 15 September, 3022.

The oldest Successor Lord in the Inner Sphere seemed bowed over by the weight of his bitter experience, bowed by Civil War, the betrayal of siblings and the loss of children. Although apparently still strong, his ever growing burdens were readily apparent to the other man in the room, a man whose bolt straight stature and strong physique bespoke of a man in his prime, who believed in not only in his current self, but his personal vision of his own destiny.

Takashi Kurita extended his hand to grasp that of the other, the tired one, and for a moment, two of the most powerful men in existence stood toe to toe, one in the rose pleated, long sleeve jacket, with buff striped white stirrup pants, of a member of the Free Worlds Guards, whilst the stronger of the two wore a garb consisting of a high collared white tunic with orange stripes down its arms and centre, set against red striped black pants and high leather boots.

“Captain‐General Marik, it is a good to meet you at last. We have much of importance to discuss.”

The man in purple, Capitan‐General Janos Marik, thought for a moment before breaking their grip and replying. “Yes Coordinator, we have much to discuss and many problems to resolve, although I am sure our meetings will be productive and beneficial.”

Takashi turned his head, showing the grey that was slowly encroaching upon his jet black temples and looked out across the vista that the spartan and little furnished room provided. “I trust your journey here was as pleasant as the vistas our destination provides.”

“Yes Lord Kurita, a most pleasant journey. It has been many years since I last visited my ancestral homeland. I must thank you for choosing this region for our meeting; I have many pleasant memories of it from my youth. Will you be visiting your own people’s land whilst here?”

Takashi paused before answering. “Should I visit the Land of the Rising Sun, I would be compelled by honour and duty to pay my respects to the Emperor, something that I am sure would become public knowledge in a small amount of time. I do not wish either the Steiners or Davions to learn of our meeting so easily.”

Abruptly, Kurita turned, and, fixing the Marik with an expression that was half wry humour and half sadistic amusement, said, "It is probably time that we welcomed our third partner." Before Janos Marik could reply, the pair of oak doors at the rear of the room swung wide, and Maximilian Liao walked into the room, his perfectly tailored uniform ablaze with military ribbons and decorations, some of them clearly from the long war between the Capellans and the Free Worlds League.

Marik glared at Kurita, then at Liao, then back at Kurita. "What is he doing here?" he finally asked.


4"He is here to negotiate peace, of course," Kurita replied, extending a hand to the

small Capellan. "He is here because he is an enemy of our enemy, Hanse Davion." He dropped Liao's hand and turned to face Marik once more. "He is also a loaded gun, friend Janos. It is better to take such weapons in hand and point them away from ones self, then to leave them for an enemy to pick up. I'm sure you agree." Liao flinched at the metaphor, but smiled, showing a row of perfect teeth.

"You would make this a necessary condition of our own alliance?" Marik asked. "I would." "And if I do not choose to negotiate with such as him?" “Then your realm will bear the brunt of the coming war and there will be little I

can do to save you or your people” said a new voice behind Janos. The Marik spun around to see the red robes of a ComStar Precentor and the

visage he recognised as that of Myndo Waterly, Precentor Dieron, her gold hair framing her face like an iridescent halo, an effect he was sure she had taken much time to create.

“Save my realm? How do you propose to undertake such an action and more importantly still, what makes you think my realm will bear the brunt of any attack Precentor?”

“Should our noble friends here today, negotiate an alliance between each other, our mutual enemy, Hanse Davion will be hemmed in and his courses of action limited. He would then be forced to compel the Lyrans to consummate their new alliance with a strike into, and through, your Terran holdings in an effort to unite the Lyran Commonwealth and Federated Suns. I am also most sure, that given such a tempting situation and with no treaty as a break on his actions, Chancellor Liao would have little compunction in finishing you off.”

The Precentor smiled benignly at the Captain‐General and the predatory smile on the face of Maximillian Liao only emphasised her point. That little Liao bastard would do anything to reclaim what we have taken from his realm over the centuries. Precentor Dieron is correct and damm her for being so. Janos smiled and bowed his head in Myndo’s direction. “As always, ComStar sees to the heart of the matter at hand with clarity that is ever omniscient. Please excuse my rudeness, I did not expect so many to be part of our discussion.” Myndo bowed in return “Please Captain‐General, you have committed no wrong, my vehemence is fuelled only by the great threat that confronts us all. Should Hanse Davion and Katrina Steiner pull their alliance together, we are all in grave danger, hence why the Primus has directed me to see that these negotiations are as fruitful as possible.” The Precentor extended a hand to take in the stuffed couches that surrounded the low table in the room’s centre “Please gentlemen, make yourselves comfortable, we have much to discuss and only so much time to do so.” The four sat themselves at the cardinal points of the table, none wishing to be too close to a neighbour. Marik and Liao sat facing each other, something to be expected given the circumstances. Myndo began speaking once all four were settled, slowly moving her gaze from one Successor Lord to the next. “I wish to take some time to explain the course of action


5which must be followed by all here to ensure our survival in the coming years. Should we falter on this path, our ends at the hands of the nascent Federated Commonwealth will be swift indeed.” Takashi Kurita responded as the other two Lords nodded “Please Precentor, take all the time necessary.” “Thankyou Lord Kurita. As you are all aware Hanse Davion and Katrina Steiner have concluded an alliance between the Federated Suns and the Lyran Commonwealth, which has been dubbed the Federated Commonwealth Alliance. Each of you will already have seen some results of this alliance through the trade and intelligence exchanges which have strengthened both realms?” All three nodded in agreement. “What you may not be aware of are certain secret clauses within the F‐C Alliance document that could spell the end of the balance of power in the Inner Sphere.” The three men, despite themselves, all leaned forward, even the stoic Kurita. “When the Alliance was signed in May, it provided for more than just trade and intelligence. Secret clauses provide for the merger of the two realms into a single super‐state that will be cemented by the marriage of Hanse Davion and Melissa Steiner upon her reaching her eighteenth birthday.” “This would mean disaster!” Exclaimed Liao. “We would be exterminated one by one. Why has ComStar waited this long to tell the other powers of these provisions? Have you taken sides against us?” “ComStar still has not told you of this. I have told you of this, and at great personal risk. The Primus does not believe you yet need to know.” Silence fell across the table. “You mean to tell us that your organisation has allowed the greatest threat to the Inner Sphere’s future to come to fruition and then decided to take no action to counter it?” Kurita asked leaning across the table a skewering Myndo with a look that she was sure presaged the death of any other it could have been directed at. Myndo paused, to steady herself. “Yes and at the same time no.” “I sense there are deep factional politics at work in your organisation, are there not Precentor Dieron?” asked Janos. “Yes Captain‐General, there are. There are many, like myself, who believe Primus Tiepolo has lost site of Blake’s blessed vision and is leading us down a path to disaster. This faction has appointed me to be their head and ensure that your states are informed of events and provided with the means and methods to counter this coming storm.” “That is all well and good Precentor, but how do you propose to live past this meeting? I am sure the Primus will view your actions and those of your allies dimly?” said The Marik. “I will survive because he will not here of it. ROM is loyal to Precentor ROM and Precentor ROM is loyal to me.” “I see you ensured your path was secure before taking it, and if your intelligence apparatus is loyal to you through Precentor ROM, then you can report what you like of our meetings. I feel some confidence in what we plan here now.” Said the Liao.


6 Takashi immediately retorted, “Do not be so quick to gloat Maximillian, short of a coup or the Primus stepping down for some reason, this will come to a head and when that happens, should Precentor Dieron’s faction come out the worse for it, we will be left out in the cold.” “You are correct Lord Kurita, that what you speak of is a possibility. However, measures are being taken and can be enacted that will assure you will receive the full support of our order in your endeavours.” “Very well, I will accept your word for now. However, should at any time I believe you have been compromised, I will ensure that the Combine will take no further part in your efforts. So, what of your plan? What do you propose that will halt this Steiner‐Davion demon?” asked Kurita. Myndo smiled gracefully and looked up “In January of 3025, twenty‐seven months from now, with assistance in the form of transport, intelligence and mercenaries from ComStar, your three realms will launch a coordinated invasion of the Terran regions of the Federated Suns and Lyran Commonwealth, ensuring that they have no chance of ever physically uniting their realms and showing their alliance for the fiction it is.”



Janos Marik stared out over the pristine vista of the Bavarian Alps as he awaited the others to join him for the day’s meetings. He enjoyed the time here by himself, soaking in Terra’s fundamental beauty. There was something about humanities mother world that brought peace to him when he visited. Others had spoken of the same phenomena, with doctors coming to the consensus that despite humans having been settled on other stars for nearly 1 000 years their bodies, controlled by their genetic code and shaped by a billion years of evolution on Terra, knew when they were home. The Peace of Terra was the name for the phenomenon. It was a great irony indeed, that whilst feeling this inner peace Janos and the other Successor Lords present, were planning for war. Precentor Dieron’s announcement the day before had effectively ended the meeting as she requested each of them to think on the proposal of pre‐emptive war. Janos was against it, against it until his own son Thomas, still part of ComStar and his secretly designated heir, visited him and convinced him of the necessity for the war and certain measures that could be taken to ensure the Free Worlds League’s future safety and the Marik families hold upon power in the League. Thomas’s plan was not only bold, but would force the ever bickering League Provinces to fully support the Captain‐General in their own enfeeblement. That still left Liao, that scheming monster who had turned Janos’s own brother Anton against him in 3015, tearing the League apart in yet another Civil War. Unless Precentor Dieron could hobble the little wretch, Janos had resolved that the League would take no part in the war. The oak doors opened behind Janos and he turned to see Maximillian and Takashi enter. Greetings were exchanged, forcibly with Liao, formally with Kurita and all three bowed as Precentor Waterly entered the room. All four sat quickly and the Successor Lords looked to Myndo to start proceedings. “I trust you have all had time to digest what I presented yesterday and again I apologise for startling you with the boldness of my plan, but again I must stress that dangerous times call for dangerous methods.” Marik spoke “I am sure we all agree with you Precentor, but I must make one thing plainly clear. If I am to launch a war of aggression I must ensure certain conditions are met.” Myndo nodded, causing the hood of her robe to fall from her head “Please fell free to air your concerns.” “Thankyou” Janos began “The Free Worlds League is, as you well know, technically ruled by a Parliament composed of Representatives of the multitude of Provinces of the League. I must either neutralise Parliament in some fashion, or gain sufficient additional forces and supplies to make their support irrelevant. My son Thomas has a plan, one I can enact quickly on my return, but I will still require additional sources of supply and quite possibly additional mercenary troops to either support a full scale


8invasion of Steiner space or protect League worlds whose garrisons are at the front. Secondly, due to seven centuries of mutual distrust, I need more than a paper agreement with the Capellan Confederation to protect my back. I do not trust the Chancellor and I am sure the Chancellor does not trust me.” The half smile, half sneer on Maximillian’s face was enough to conform Janos’s theory. “Perhaps you should crush your Parliament and behave like a true Successor Lord?” snapped Liao. “And give you an excuse to take advantage of the chaos that would ensue my Lord? Not likely!” Marik shot back. “Enough bickering” declared Kurita “I am sure the esteemed Precentor Dieron has thought ahead to such matters and can explain her thoughts to us?” “Thankyou Lord Kurita, I can. ComStar will ensure that, should all three realms launch a coordinated strike, supplies be furnished in a timely fashion that will allow for extended combat operations.” Eyebrows around the table were raised at this. “Additionally, ComStar will provide mercenary troops to garrison vacated worlds on the Capellan/League border to maintain the status quo. Any altercation, started by either side on the border, will see both realms suffer the effects of a border long communication interdiction, effectively placing the region in limbo. We will encourage the smaller more belligerent Periphery powers to step up their own raids and assaults and lastly, but most importantly, ComStar will provide the means for all three realms to raise additional line regiments to support any assault.” “What do you mean by ComStar providing forces and supplies? Where will these come from? We all know you have a small military arm, but nothing that can conceivably support what you plan. What dark secrets do you hide here on Terra?” Growled Takashi. Myndo centred herself. Now for the great lie. Although like any lie it is based on a truth. “As you know, when General Kerensky took Terra, many Rim Worlds troops surrendered were they stood. It was never made public exactly how many surrendered or what equipment was taken from them. Kerensky had the Rim Worlds material placed in storage, a storage that was left behind in favour of more modern equipment when he departed on the Exodus. Seventy‐five years ago, this cache of equipment was discovered in Antarctica by ComStar science teams and it formed the basis for equipping our small force of ComGuards. However, the size of the cache was, and is, beyond anything ComStar requires. I propose to use this underutilised resource to equip your armies to a level that will enable you to conduct effective offensive operations. The equipment is roughly analogous to what your troops possess now, Kerensky having stripped any high technology items from the cache, and the limited support facilities here on Terra, such as munitions factories and the like, that survived the Usurper’s war will be used to supply your forces.” “A bold plan Precentor” muttered Liao “and what will your Primus, not to mention the rest of your order say when you drop that bomb shell on them? You expect us to believe that you can arrange for the First Circuit to swallow this nonsense.” “They will because you will enable me to.” Shot Myndo


9 “And how so, little Precentor? By first invading the Terran system perhaps? Or would you like us to assassinate the Primus for you? If you have brought us here to tell us fairy tales I will return to Sian tonight!” Shouted Liao. Myndo’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Do not mock me Chancellor. The Primus and the First Circuit will join us one way or the other, I will see to that. The information I asked you to provide me will ensure my plan for this war will be followed. With Precentor Sian eliminated as a rival it will be easy to discredit Precentors Tharkad and New Avalon. My vision protects ComStar by following the basic tenants of Blake’s blessed vision; this is apparent to any in our order who follow his word. When Precentor Sian falls, the Primus will have no choice but to back me, or he too will fall.” “What is this information of which you speak Precentor?” Asked Janos. “Precentor Sian has been using his access to the HPG network to dabble in insider trading on the Sian stock exchange so that he can enjoy the comforts to which he believes himself entitled. I asked the Chancellor to use his control of the exchange to bring information regarding Precentor Sian’s activities to this meeting in exchange for ComStar’s help. As Precentor Sian was appointed by Primus Tiepolo and has been a staunch backer of him recently, the Primus must distance himself or fall with his man. I will inform the Primus in advance of my intentions and ensure that not only does he allow my nominee the rightful place of Precentor Sian, but that he provides a whole hearted backing of our plan.” “You seem smugly confidant that the Primus will back your play. He can merely wash his hands of Precentor Sian and choose to block your plan should he wish.” “No Lord Kurita, he cannot, for he has been the recipient of several rare and precious gifts from Precentor Sian, all acquired through his elicit dealings. The Primus’s hands are dirty and he will know it. He will have only two options: back me; or go down with Precentor Sian.”


10Chapter 3 Hilton Head Island, North America, Terra. 20 September, 3022.

Primus Julian Tiepolo looked across his desk, his dun coloured robe seeming to merge with the wood. “You have been playing games Myndo, have you not?” Myndo froze. What does he know? How appropriate that you make it appear that you can merge with the very scenery itself.

“I do not play games Primus, my time is far too valuable for that.” “Oh but you do Myndo and you always have. You are a master of the games of

politics and power and it was for that very reason that I took you as my protégée. It seems of late however, that you have begun to play directly against me. I always expected you to get to this point; in fact I would have disposed of you eventually if you had not. I had not expected you to be so bold so quickly, but of course, you have never been one for tolerating that which you disagree with.” The Primus placed his elbows on the desk and interlaced his fingers, resting his chin upon them as he stared over the top of his old fashioned glasses, his bald head shining in the half light of his spacious office.

“If my actions are like games to you Primus then we are in graver danger than I believed!” Myndo snarled. “How many times have I tried to warn you of the danger of the Federated Commonwealth Alliance? You continue to try and justify your actions as a balancing act, but you have overbalanced the scales and they require ComStar’s firm hand to bring them back into order.”

The Primus immediately retorted, his own voice growing in volume “Precentor, your tirades on this subject are beginning to grate. Your vision of ComStar is one I am beginning to believe is dangerous and one that goes against the words of the Blessed Blake himself.”

Myndo steadied herself. “I go against Blake’s teachings? How can you even insinuate that? I am not the one who has allowed the two most powerful states in the Inner Sphere to unite. The same two states who view our order with more disdain than any others.”

The Primus stood, fixing Myndo with a harsh stare. “I took the action I deemed necessary as Primus to ensure the continued survival of our order. This alliance would have happened regardless of our actions. I saw it in our interest to have a hand in its formation so that we were fully informed of the Steiners and Davions intentions. What would you have preferred me to do? Would you have preferred that ComStar stood idly by whilst this super‐state came into existence?”

Myndo spoke with a forced and measured calm as she pointed a finger at the Primus. “I would have preferred you to act like the Primus of our Blessed Order, instead of Hanse Davions lap dog!”

The Primus’s face grew red as he answered “I am no man’s lap dog!” He paused. “I grow tired of you accusations. Do you wish face me down in the First Circuit? Is the time


11of our confrontation at hand Myndo? If it has then I think your ambition has finally overreached itself.”

So you force my hand old fool. How narrow your view of my capabilities. Myndo smiled “I think it is time we discuss the games I have been playing.”

“I see no need now Precentor. I know you have informed Marik, Liao and Kurita of the marriage clause. No doubt it galvanised their support for the alliance we wish them to form. Of course, the need to use this information so soon shows me that you are not the negotiator you would have us all believe you are.” The Primus sat, obviously planning to go on. Myndo however spoke before he could continue.

“That was merely one action I took, and the one of least concern to you. The action I took regarding Precentor Sian is of far more importance.”

The Primus’s eyes narrowed. “What of Precentor Sian. I trust Villius to undertake his duties in the correct manner as he always has. I appointed him to his position based on his standing and his support for the true path we must all take.”

Thankyou Primus. You have made my task so much easier. “I have Primus, in my possession, certified records from the Capellan Confederation that prove, beyond a shadow of doubt, that, as you put it, your most trustworthy Man in Sian, has been interfering in the Capellan stock market for his own personal advantage.” The Primus quickly stood again “What it this outrage you have fabricated? You have never liked Precentor Sian for his support of my polices, support that has often hindered your own plans of late.” Myndo took great pleasure in the course the conversation had taken for she knew she held all the cards in this little game “This is no fabrication on my part Primus. These documents come from the Chancellor himself. We are lucky that the Chancellor is more circumscribed than Villius Tejh, as this outrage could stain the credibility of our Blessed Order for years. A Precentor interfering with the working of a sovereign stock exchange. What would the other Great Houses make of this?”

The Primus moved to the ceiling length windows of his office and looked out across the view towards the sunset, contemplating his reply. “It seems, if this information is correct, that we must cut Precentor Sian loose. Quietly of course.” Myndo nodded. How quickly you move to cover yourself Primus “As Primus I will have to find a suitable replacement for him. What does Chancellor Liao want in return?”

Myndo smiled inwardly as she prepared to pull the rug out from under her old mentor “Primus, the Chancellor simply wants that which I want.” The Primus turned to face his Precentor “Chancellor Liao is happy for ComStar to deal with Precentor Sian in any way we wish, as long as you do two things.”

The Primus nodded to Myndo “And pray Precentor Dieron; what might his requests be?”

Myndo crossed her arms into the sleeves of her long robe before answering. “Firstly, the new Precentor Sian will be someone he can trust, someone selected by me” Myndo held up a hand as the Primus prepared to interject “And secondly; ComStar will support Houses Liao, Kurita and Marik in their impending pre‐emptive strike upon the Lyran Commonwealth and Federated Suns in any way we can.”


12The Primus’s eyes widened as he drew a deep breath “Are you mad Precentor?

You think that you can dictate ComStar policy to me? You will face me in the First Circuit tonight and I will see that you are stripped of your rank and excommunicated for encouraging such outrageous demands from House Lords!”

Myndo approached the Primus until she stood within inches of him, lowering her voice to a whisper. “You will do no such thing Primus. Unless of course you wish to fall with Precentor Sian?”

Sweat broke out on the Primus’s forehead before he spoke “What do you insinuate now Precentor?”

Myndo smiled at her superior “I also have information and evidence that clearly points to you being a direct beneficiary of Precentor Sian’s actions. I merely have to mention this in the First Circuit and your reign as Primus will be finished. I will be hailed as a saviour who stood up to ensure our orders purity when our own Primus had sold his soul.”

The Primus lowered his head. “So you wish to be Primus and see the end of me?”

Myndo stood back a step “I wish no such thing old friend.” “Then what is it you want?” “You will back my candidate for the position of Precentor Sian, Alethea Lynch,

and you will present the plan that I and the three House Lords have come up with. You will receive our support and you can declare that this is just another step in your plan to keep the Houses at war and in balance until we are ready to lead mankind back to salvation. There will be opposition, probably from Everson and Vandel, but you will maintain your dignity as Primus as they will believe you ordered this and have the support of my faction. Additionally, you will place me in charge of organising the support for the three Houses and subordinate Precentors Sian and Atreus directly to me in regards to this.”

The Primus moved to his desk “And if I do not agree?” “Your reign as Primus will end tonight.” The Primus sat back, his shoulders sagging slightly as he massaged his left

shoulder with his right hand “Very well Myndo, you will have your way. But remember this: We stand apart now and I will no longer take action to protect you from your peers.”

Myndo sneered “I need no protection. I am protected by the Word of Blake!” With that Myndo turned and left the room striding down the hallway from the

Primus’s office. Don’t worry old fool she thought to herself I still need you for now as my base of power is not sufficient to win the Primacy should you fall. However, whichever way this war turns out it will be the last act of your term to see its conclusion. Any success I will make my own and any failure will be that of your office alone.


13Chapter 4 Hilton Head Island, North America, Terra. 20 September, 3022. Primus Julian Tiepolo looked across the First Circuit chamber where each member of the First Circuit stood behind their crystal podiums, resplendent in their red robes of office. Resplendent, apart from the looks of open shock on most of their faces. The Primus spoke “I ask you again Precentor Sian. Can you deny the charges of corruption I have laid before the First Circuit here today, regarding your illegal interference in the stock exchange of a sovereign power for your own material benefit?” Precentor Sian, Villius Tejh looked stricken. Part of the Primus felt sorry for his old friend. Another part held nothing but contempt. Contempt for his actions, and yet more contempt for being stupid enough to get caught and place the office of Primus in such danger. Old friend, you are finished. Please go with dignity, at least that way we can be lenient. Precentor Tejh looked the Primus in the face and spoke as though from a thousand miles away “No Primus I cannot.” There was not a sound in the chamber as he continued, “I would tender my resignation immediately and throw myself upon the mercy of my peers in judging me.” Before the Primus could reply Precentor Dieron spoke “Excuse me Primus for interrupting, but this news is deeply shocking and goes against all that Blake teaches us. I for one accept Precentor Sian’s resignation, as he has demonstrated that he in no way fit to any longer hold his office. However, Precentor Sian was long a dedicated servant of ComStar before his wayward actions and I believe that that service should be recognised. I would suggest, and of course the First Circuit may not agree with me, that in light of his previous service and background, that Villius be permanently exiled to the Explorer Corps to serve out the remainder of his days in useful service expanding our knowledge of the known universe.” Precentor Sian was not the only one to look at Precentor Dieron in surprise. All knew her dislike of the man but only the Primus knew the true reason for her action. You seek to make yourself appear a moderate here tonight and your actions just now will give you space to manoeuvre in the debate to come over your plans. My plans now. I must find some way, some hole in your plan, through which I can undo you and remove your new power from behind my throne. Precentor Tharkad, Ulthan Everson spoke next “If Precentor Dieron wishes to make her statement a motion I will second it. Villius was long a faithful servant of ComStar and should be given the chance to serve out his days atoning for his misdemeanours.” Myndo spoke up “I do so make it a motion.” “And therefore I do second it.” The Primus looked around the chamber “Are there any dissenting voices?” When no one spoke he continued. “Villius Tejh, for your action in interfering with a sovereign power for your own material ends you are striped of your rank as Precentor and demoted


14to Adept. The usual sentence for such action would normally be death, but due to your previous sterling record of service within our Blessed Order, you are hear by exiled to the Explorer Corps Exploration Arm for active service beginning immediately.” Villius merely nodded his head, his figure drained of all its once powerful presence. “Guards, escort the Adept to his quarters and assist him in preparing for his journey.” Nothing was said as the former Precentor was lead from the room. Each person there realising how close each stood to oblivion should their peers turn on them. Once the doors closed the Primus looked across the room Now for the next farce “I would throw open the room to nominations for Precentor Sian.”

Tiepolo had hardly finished when Myndo spoke up. “I would first like to place into nomination the name of Alethea Lynch, currently my deputy on Dieron. Her record and acumen speak for themselves and I can think of no better candidate for the position.” There was a pause before Precentor New Avalon, Huthrin Vandel spoke up. “I would place the name of Arkady Simonivich, deputy of New Avalon in nomination. He too is of remarkable character and unimpeachable integrity. He would bring honour and dignity to the post of Precentor Sian.” Myndo smiled to herself. Already you seek to cement what you believe as your rightful place as heir apparent to the throne. You always have been a little too enamoured of yourself Huthrin. Your humiliation should be most enjoyable to watch.” After a minute the Primus spoke again. “As there are no more nominations I would place the names of Alethea Lynch and Arkady Simonivich to you all to vote. Those supporting Lynch need raise their right hand, those supporting Simonivich their left.” As the Primus looked at the raised arms of those before him he saw his nightmare scenario come to light. A drawn vote. Huthrin Vandel, an unholy grin spreading across his features looked to the Primus “You have the casting vote Primus. Who do you believe will be the best in this role.” Damm you Waterly! I have eliminated one supporter tonight and now you force me to alienate another. “I believe that, having known both candidates for some time that the one most suited to the position of Precentor Sian is Alethea Lynch.” It was all Myndo could do to not laugh at the look that contorted Vandal’s face. I will remember this night forever, it has been such a pleasure. The Primus stood to his full height. I have had enough of this. “We will adjourn until the morning when Precentor Sian can join us. Matters for discussion then will require the entire First Circuit. The Peace of Blake be with you all.” The Primus hardly heard their return I need to rest, to think. I must gain control of this disaster.


15Chapter 5 Hilton Head Island, North America, Terra. 21 September, 3022.

“You plan to do WHAT!?” shouted Precentor New Avalon. “Primus, have you gone completely mad? You seek to embroil our order directly in the Succession Wars. This goes against everything Blake teaches us.”

Myndo looked across at the red face of Huthrin Vandel “The Primus is the only one here not mad Precentor New Avalon. Think on this: Where have our actions got us in the last 100 years? We are further from our goal now than we were at the end of the Second Succession War. The Primus seeks a way in which to completely hobble the Great Houses and put them in such a position of debt to us and in such a state of disarray that they will need all our help just to survive. Do you not see the brilliance of his plan? The Great Houses will hammer each other into the ground, each alliance too strong to fall but to weak to conquer.”

Vandel answered “I see no such thing.” Others in the room nodded. “You seek to openly support one faction. Our credibility will be gone and we will be open to assault from all sides.”

Myndo spoke with scorn in her voice “You foolish blind old man. If we do not act soon the Steiner‐Davion Alliance will become a direct threat to us. Already they do not trust us despite their use of Terra for their negotiations. Davion’s NAIS is the greatest threat I can imagine and we have allowed to become allied with the mercantile pragmatism of the Lyrans. We must take action or we will fall!” The Primus thought to himself quietly as the debate went back and forth for what seemed like hours This is just going in circles now, time to end this nightmare sequence. As he massaged his now ever sore left arm with his right under his robe he began to speak. “You have all debated this plan long enough and I place it as a motion before the First Circuit. We will vote on it now and accept the verdict.” He began going around the chamber one at a time, asking each Precentor for their vote. Eventually he came around to Precentor Sian with the nays being one vote ahead. Now we see how loyal you are to your sponsor “Precentor Sian, how do you vote?” “I vote for the motion Primus” We are all going to hell because of your mistress girl. I hope you find it warm there. The Primus paused as the last act in his humiliation by his protégé reached fruition. “How do you vote Precentor Dieron?” “I vote for the motion.”



Janos could not help but continue to be amazed and not a little taken aback by the speed at which matters had developed. The more he came to know Precentor Dieron the more he respected her and the less sure he was of ever trusting her. This woman is the most accomplished politician I have ever met. I can’t ever trust her and I must make sure I never cross her. Unless of course I have her alone and I have a loaded gun. A very big loaded gun. He looked across the table at Precentor Waterly and Takashi Kurita who sat opposite Maximillian Liao and the new Precentor Sian, Alethea Lynch. Precentor Sian was the antithesis of Liao. Were Liao was thin and possessed a look of cunning and guile, Lynch was, to put it politely, portly and somewhat dull looking. She had however, proved herself to be anything but dull in the ongoing conversations regarding the coming war and its organisation. Her true test would no doubt be that of keeping Maximillian Liao on a leash and it was for this reason that Janos has sought to cultivate her acquaintance and friendship as much as was possible, much as Max was trying with Precentor Atreus, who sat at Janos’s right. Precentor Atreus, Bernard Woolley, was a plain looking man with a pleasant face that bespoke of a friendly attitude which was topped by short dark hair. His apparent good natured and somewhat bumbling manner hid a razor sharp intellect and instinct for intrigue that had done great service for ComStar during his time dealing with Free World’s politics on Atreus. Precentor Dieron began to summarise their basic plan so far before the meeting broke up. “So we are agreed then? The DCMS will launch an initial assault against both the Galtor and Moresby Thumbs to draw F‐C forces away from the Terran region. Following this, FWLM and CCAF forces will launch feints against the outer half of the Lyran Commonwealth and Federated Suns respectively to draw off further forces. Once the allied forces have reacted to these attacks, a strike en masse against the Terran regions of both realms will be undertaken utilising the remaining forces of the DCMS, supported by ComStar hired mercenaries and newly raised troops and by the FWLM and CCAF using forces stripped from their mutual border.” Takashi nodded “That is the basic plan yes, but it remains to be seen what our high commands will make of it and how readily implementable the plan will be.” Maximillian continued “Of course the plan can only be successful if ComStar provides the promised supplies, Mechs and transport assets as well as additional intelligence on our targets. And what of the Periphery realms? You have spoken of involving them before Precentor, but you have added little to that over the last week.” Myndo nodded her head at both men “I do not think it prudent to encourage the Periphery realms until we are ready to move. Their intelligence networks are not as secure


17as ours and a pre‐emptive strike by the F‐C Alliance is the last thing we would wish for as your troops are in transit.” Janos looked at Precentor Dieron “I agree with your assessment of the Periphery. However, I still do not believe we will gain complete surprise. The LIC, DMI and MIIO will determine something is amiss and both realms will reinforce to some degree. Although my esteemed colleagues believe that we can take most of the Federation of Skye and drive the Federated Suns back to Marlette, I still think we are being overly ambitious. We should set ourselves more limited goals that can be exploited later if we are successful, instead of overreaching and opening ourselves to a dangerous counter‐attack.” Maximillian Liao looked over at Janos and muttered “If you had behaved more boldly before 3015, perhaps your brother might still have remained loyal.” Janos shot to his feet “You wretched cur! How dare you call my reason into disrepute with your poisoned barbs. One day you will receive the reckoning that you deserve for the damage you have done to my realm!” Precentor Woolley stood as well “Please Captain‐General, you must remain calm. He seeks to anger you. Do not stoop to his level.” Liao looked at Woolley “Never forget your place Precentor. I am the Celestial Paragon of the Capellan Empire. No one can lower themselves to my level as none are above me!” Myndo stood and raised her voice above the din “ENOUGH! This bickering serves but one purpose – That of the Steiner‐Davion alliance. Unless you can see reason and decency in your conversations and in our planning, there is little hope for the future of any of your realms.” Takashi, impassive throughout the exchange, spoke up “Perhaps, Precentor Dieron, it is time we recessed for the day?” “Perhaps you are right Coordinator.” Myndo looked to the others who nodded their assent. “Until tomorrow then gentlemen.” Pleasantries were exchanged as the Successor Lords and Precentor Atreus departed. Myndo looked at Precentor Lynch “Alethea, would you please send in Colonel Hamilton when you leave?” Precentor Sian bowed as she answered “Yes Precentor.” She paused “Do you really believe these bickering children will cooperate long enough to make this plan succeed?” “The plan has only to partially succeed Alethea. The fighting will bog down and all five realms will exhaust each other. Liao will eventually turn on Marik and in the end we will be that much closer to our eventual goal of uniting mankind under our banner.” “As you say Myndo. I will send in Colonel Hamilton. May the Peace of Blake be with you.” “And with you Precentor Sian.” Myndo mulled over the myriad outcomes the coming war would produce and most placed ComStar in an unassailable position of strength. And now to ensure we can back up that strength with force.



Colonel Hamilton, the technical commander of the ComGuards and Terran Defence Force, was an impressive looking man of 55, whose twenty years of service in various mercenary commands had given him a weathered look that suited his role as a commander admirably. He was tall, well over six feet in height and built strong, like someone who worked himself hard on a daily basis. His bearing was reserved and composed, but there seemed to be a slight hint of mischief in his eyes, something that caught Precentor Waterly by surprise.

“Good evening Colonel.” Began Myndo “I am glad you could make the journey over from Sandhurst to meet with me.”

“It is a pleasure Precentor. The current class of cadets graduated yesterday and they are still celebrating. Much as I would like to join them I must admit to not being able to enjoy myself in their manner the way I once could.”

Precentor Dieron smiled in return “I understand entirely Colonel. I myself am taken with more leisurely pursuits as I accumulate years.” Myndo stood before continuing and crossed to the Colonel, taking his hand. “I must confess to one piece of information that intrigues me about you, Colonel Hamilton. Why do you call yourself Colonel and not Precentor?”

Colonel Hamilton laughed, a rather loud but altogether unforced sound “That was not entirely of my doing. For many years my Executive Officer Pat Millray and I joked about becoming Colonels of our own mercenary regiments. After we signed on with ComStar and were eventually accepted into the ComGuards, it seemed that dream would never happen. When I was promoted to Precentor last year, Pat gave a speech at the ceremony a said that since Precentor was about as good as a Colonel and that I had reached that rank first, he would just have to call me Colonel to fulfil our dream. He kept calling me that and the troops seem to have caught on. Before I knew it everyone, even the Primus, was addressing me as Colonel and no matter what I said, it stuck.”

Myndo smiled warmly in return and retook her seat, indicating for the Colonel to do the same. “It must be quite a mark of respect for your men to embrace your informal title in such a way.” She suddenly turned serious “Do you believe you are deserving of such respect?”

The Colonel though for a moment “As I have not been tested in my new command as yet I cannot answer that question. However, I would like to think the experience I have gained over the years will stand me in good stead when the time to be tested comes.”

Myndo looked the Colonel directly in the eyes “Well then General Hamilton, lets see how you face that test now shall we?”

Colonel Hamilton looked at Myndo quizzically “Test? What test do you speak of? And also Precentor, my rank is Colonel, General is dream beyond my scope.”


19 “The test I speak is the formation of a new ComGuards Army, one that

can effectively protect Terra and strike out pre‐emptively in force should the need ever arise. I have been appointed by the Primus to coordinate this rebirth of the ComGuards and you will assist me directly in implementing it. I also assure you General Hamilton that I will have no mere Colonel in command of such an organisation. I had selected the title of Precentor Martial for you, and of course this will be your official title, but I have little doubt after hearing your story that the ComGuards will start referring to you as General when word of your promotion gets out.”


20Chapter 8 Atreus City, Atreus, Marik Commonwealth, Free Worlds League 28 October, 3022. Captain‐General Janos Marik walked quickly down the long corridors of the Free Worlds League Militaries’ main administration building. He would have to move fast, as Thomas was introducing the new Acts in a little over two hours. Walking ahead, Janos’s aide opened a door labelled Corps and Regimental Administration – Colonel James Hudson. Janos entered the room where a Colonel and three sergeants stood at attention, saluting. The grey haired man, who was obviously Colonel Hudson spoke first “Captain‐General, it is an honour to meet you sir.” Janos saluted and took the Colonel’s hand “Thankyou Colonel, do you have the paperwork I requested ready?” Yes sir, all that remains is for signature in several places for each document and the regimental groups become active.” “Thankyou Colonel, you have done the League a great service today. Where are the documents?” In here, in my office sir. They are arranged in order and ready for you. Please take as long as you need, you will not be disturbed.” The Colonel pointed the way into a small office that had obviously seen a very recent and very thorough clean. “Thankyou Colonel, I won’t be long.” Marik entered the office, closed the door and sat at the small utilitarian, pressboard desk. Staring up from a pile was the first folder with its title emblazoned above the Marik Eagle: Commissioning/Recommissioning Instructions for the 4th Free Worlds Guards. Marik smiled to himself. The first step in humbling Parliament and ensuring the survival of the League and my family. Thankyou for thinking of this Thomas, you have reaffirmed why I chose you as my successor. Janos opened the document at the first tag and signed his name and title to the document. He did so at seven other places. Continuing on to the next folder labelled: Commissioning/Recommissioning Instructions for the 5th Free Worlds Guards he smiled again.

He continued on through the twelve folders: 6th Guards, 3rd, 7th, 11th, 12th, 14th, and 16th Marik Militias, 2nd, 3rd and 4th Atrean Dragoons and the 2nd Atrean Hussars.

As he signed the final place for the activation of the 2nd Hussars he laughed and stood, drawing an envelope from his breast pocket. He walked to the door and opened it. “Colonel, please have one of your men have these filed and inputted into the LCCC system immediately.”

“Yes Captain‐General. Sergeant Cho, see to it straight away.” One of the sergeants saluted and quickly moved past Janos to collect the folders before hurrying out of the office and off down the corridor. “They should be in the system within thirty minutes sir.” Said Hudson.


21Janos looked at the clock. With an hour to spare. Now it is up to you Thomas.

“Colonel Hudson, you were once a line officer before being shunted into your current position. I believe you told a superior officer what you though of his plan at a General Staff meeting and effectively ended your active command career?”

The Colonel looked somewhat glum as he replied. “Yes sir, I was a little too opinionated and cost myself the chance to effectively lead a regiment of the League.”

Janos smiled and handed the envelope he was holding to the Colonel. “I think you have served a sufficient penance in this office and your record prior to that event was exemplary.” The Colonel took the envelope. “Contained in that set of orders is your transfer to an active command. Additional orders will arrive tomorrow and then we shall see just how good you really are?”

The Colonel looked stunned “Reactivation Sir? To what unit? The current promotions cycle is only halfway complete?”

Janos stared at the Colonel hard “For your services in strengthening the League, Colonel Hudson, you are to be the first commander of the newly commissioned 2nd Atrean Hussars. Currently they have a strength of one man ‐ You. That will change quickly and will be the first challenge of your new command.”

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**** **** An hour later Thomas stood before the fully assembled Parliament of the Free Worlds League to speak on behalf of his father. The myriad costumes of the various Provinces were like a wild rainbow gone mad. He would soon bring order to this chaos and have them all dancing to his tune. He looked across at the Duke of Oriente, the only other man who knew his plan and nodded once. Here we go Thomas began “Esteemed Members of Parliament, I have been asked by my Father, Janos Marik, Captain‐General of the Free Worlds League, as his acting deputy in this matter, to bring before Parliament two pieces of legislation that, it is hoped, will assist in further healing the rifts that have existed between the office of Captain‐General and the Parliament in the past. Speaker, if I may present the first bill to the house?” The Speaker of Parliament, Hector Stewart, his long hair swaying as he spoke, looked quizzically at Thomas. “This is highly irregular Thomas.” Thomas looked to the speaker “But not unprecedented Speaker and I am sure the House will welcome the Bill.” Weaver’s small eyes narrowed as he thought “Very well Thomas, but tread cautiously.” Thomas bowed his head slightly “Thankyou Speaker. Esteemed members of the House, you will find in the documents being handed to you at the moment a document entitled Affirmation of the Home Defence Act. This document seeks to end the strife that has existed between Parliament and the Captain‐General over the use of Provincial forces. Basically it states that all Provincial forces, barring the Fusiliers of Oriente,” he nodded again to Duke Halas “will be allowed to return home over the coming twenty four month


22period and to be replaced on the borders with Federal troops. Any Province that cannot meet its defence needs will be provided with Federal troops to assist in the defence of the border.” Thomas’s announcement was greeted by silence and then a moment later by uproar, mainly from the Marik benches as they began to shout that the Marik’s had sold out their office. As the speaker shouted for silence Thomas continued “Please allow me to finish and ally your fears.” He said as he faced his supporters benches “We do not seek to sell out the League. The second bill before you is entitled the Temporary Diversion of War Materials Bill. This Bill states that over the coming twenty four months, as the provisions of the Affirmation of the Home Defence Act come into effect, war materials will be diverted to bring existing Federal forces up to full strength as they will be required to shoulder a greater burden of the defence of the League. This bill only has a life of twenty four months and its provisions will end then, restoring the standard LCCC resupply methods.” Dame Catherine Humphries of Andurien stood and was recognised by the speaker. The old dame skewered Thomas with her piercing gaze “So boy – What stops you and your father from raising additional regiments and creating an army to dominate the Provinces?” “The Act Duchess, specifically forbids the raising of new regiments by the Federal Government during that period, unless the unit was destroyed or disbanded during that time. The only actions the LCCC can take are those to bring existing Federal units up to strength.” Catherine continued “So you want to give the Provinces their armies back and take on the burden of defence through the Federal forces? Why?” “Because that was the intention of the original FWLM, something we have all forgotten over the years. My father and I see the coming alliance of the Federated Suns and Lyran Commonwealth as a grave threat. We wish to ensure that when the alliance moves, it is against a united and peaceful League that is prepared to meet the threat on both a Provincial and Federal level.” Catherine nodded and sat. Thomas sat as well and Parliament began debating the pro’s and Con’s of the bills. It became readily apparent that self interest would win the day, as the Provinces believed they would gain more autonomy. With Thomas and Christopher Halas backing the bill and Regulus eager to have greater control over it troops, the bills were sure to pass. Three hours later both bills did pass with an overwhelming majority, in time for the Members of Parliament to see the evening news briefs that announced the restoration or formation of twelve Federal BattleMech regiments that very morning.


23Chapter 9 Imperial City, Luthien, Pesht Military District, Draconis Combine 1 November, 3022. Coordinator Theodore Kurita stared at the doors at the end of the throne room, waiting for them to open and admit his guests, all the while mulling over the mad series of events that had brought him to this exulted position. His father was dead, dead as a result of the catastrophic impact a speeding chunk of space rock had caused when it struck his Dropship with incredible force. The powerful impact was strong enough to set of a chain of sympathetic detonations that tore the Coordinator’s Dropship apart shortly after its arrival in the Luthien system. There was nothing that anyone could do but stand helplessly by as the ship blew itself to pieces and ended the reign of Takashi Kurita. Well father, we never have to clash again. I instead, will have to clash with your legacy as I seek to establish my own. Upon hearing of his fathers death, and in an effort to stymie any efforts his treacherous relative Mies Kurita might make in a push for the throne, Theodore used his Yakuza contacts within the Legions of Vega to ensure that a command circuit of merchant DropShips was in place within days of his father’s death to speed his journey to Luthien and to arrive before anyone could have realistically expected him. Two days later, a little over three weeks ago, he had been confirmed as Coordinator of the Draconis Combine. That was when the surprises had really begun. The visit from Myndo Waterly, ComStar’s Precentor Dieron, was confronting to say the least. His father’s actions had committed the Combine to a bold move, one he agreed was necessary. His father’s initial planning was, however, far too conservative, stuck in outmoded methods, incorrect assumptions and outdated planning techniques. Changes will need to be made and they start here today. The Warlords of the Dragon had arrived on Luthien quickly after he summoned them, as had his other guests, and all were now about to begin to appreciate his vision for the Dragon. The large doors at the end of the room swung open, pushed aside by two members of the Otomo, the household guards. Leading the procession into the room were the five Warlords of the Draconis Combine. Fat, abrasive and arrogant as ever, Vasily Cherenkoff, Warlord of Dieron, led the procession, followed closely by Ivan Sorenson, the balding Warlord of Rasalhague. Behind these two was Grieg Samsonov, Warlord of Galedon, his ever present sneer readily apparent as he glared at Cherenkoff’s back. Entering together were the Warlords of Benjamin and Pesht; Hirushi Shotogama and Kester Hsiun Chi, both men carrying themselves with far greater reserve than the three Warlords in front of them. Behind the Warlords came four others, the first two entering with a presence that was awe inspiring. Yorinaga Kurita, Theodore’s second cousin, grave of visage as always and dressed in a simple black kimono entered at the side of a black man Theodore recognised as Minobu Tetsuhara, the highly successful liaison officer assigned to Wolf’s Dragoons who had begun the process of creating the Ryuken, the DCMS’s clone of the


24Dragoons. With these two men were Generals Fydor Markt and Sotei Ganacheho, both appearing out of place in such a gathering. All nine men bowed to Theodore and he returned the gesture. Once all had arranged themselves before the Dragon Throne he began speaking. “As you all now aware, my father has committed the Combine to a war against the F‐C Alliance. The planning so far conducted has been of little value and is mired in the misconceptions of old theories of war. I require this plan to be changed so that The Dragon can unleash the full potential of its power.” Warlord Cherenkoff sneered before speaking “What do you know of strategy Theodore. You think that by removing your boyish locks and moustache and sitting on that throne you have the right to disparage the plan your father and his best Warlord’s created?” Ah Vasily, your arrogance will be your undoing. You always underestimated me as you thought I was just a Princely fop, but you forget your history. Oda Nobunaga was seen as a fool as well, yet when he emerged from his disguise he became the founder of a new and powerful order, much as I intend. Theodore sat back into the throne and spoke quietly “I can question whatever I wish, for I am The Dragon and my word is law. I exist to protect the Combine from threats both within and without. This plan, this mockery of proper military science is a threat to the future security of the Dragon. You seek to divert the Federated Suns and Lyran Commonwealth with direct assaults against the thumbs. Any planner with sense would see that attacking in a manner which seeks the cut these salients off would elicit a far greater response from our enemies.” Grieg Samsonov answered “You wish us to slink around behind the enemy like cowards. True Samurai face their enemy front on, with honour; they do not hide behind shadow strategies. This plan was your father’s plan, created with the advice of myself and Warlord Cherenkoff in the true tradition of The Dragon. We served his vision then and we serve him now. We will not let some puffed up young whelp tell us how to command the armies of the Dragon!” “You serve my father still?” Theodore looked at Cherenkoff and Samsonov. Both stood forward “We do.” Theodore smiled “Then it is best you move onward so you can serve him all the more closely.” Cherenkoff faltered “M…move on?” Theodore voice dropped low and menacing “Yes you coward, move onwards. Remove yourself and Warlord Samsonov and show your true loyalty to my father, anything less and you would not be true Samurai.” Both Warlords stood stunned as Theodore looked up and called to the Otomo at the ends of the room. “Otomo, escort the Warlords of Dieron and Benjamin to the Inner Garden and provide them with all the necessary assistance to commit seppuku. They intend to show the armies of The Dragon what true loyalty is.” As the Otomo moved down the hall and emerged from behind the throne, both officers began protesting but were cut off by Theodore. “Comport yourself as warriors or I will have executed as traitors and your heads displayed before the Imperial Palace!”


25 The guards quickly moved the two stunned men from the room as another man moved from behind a small alcove behind the throne. Subhash Indrahar, known as the smiling one, the head of the Internal Security Force, was dressed in a simple red and gold Kimono that hid his physique and made him look somewhat monkish. “A creative option my Lord. You surprised me. I had believed it would take more than that to lead those two to the end you required. If they were that simple to manipulate it is of great benefit to The Dragon that they are gone.” Theodore nodded, “Yes Director, now we can deal with more serious matters. Warlord Sorenson.” Theodore looked at the now nervous Warlord of Rasalhague “You had a part in this plan. Do you wish to support it or are you willing to revise your input to ensure its success?” Sorenson bowed deeply to Theodore “I live to serve The Dragon’s will Coordinator.” Theodore smiled at Sorenson “Your dedication is a fine example to all Samurai Ivan.” “Thankyou Coordinator, I will do what I can to assist with the new plan.” Theodore then looked across at his cousin who bowed as Theodore spoke “It has been a long time since you have walked upon the soil of the Black Pearl cousin. I apologise for disturbing you in your retreat on Echo and for being forced to deny your request to take your life, but The Dragon is in need of one such as yourself.” Yorinaga straitened and answered “The Dragons will is my own Coordinator, but you place too much faith in the abilities of a simple hermit.” “Too little faith has been placed in you by others, to the great detriment of the Combine. Your action on Mallory’s World should have been used as an example to all in the Combine that personal honor can be sacrificed for the greater good of The Dragon. What was forgotten is that the Dragon must return that honour to the warrior for his actions and not cast him aside.” Yorinaga bowed again “You pay me too much respect Coordinator. My honor was lost when Kell defeated me; there is no path back from that disgrace.” Theodore stood and descended the steps before the Dragon Throne “The Dragon owes you a debt of honor Yorinaga‐san that cannot be repaid in simple ways. I will refuse any request for you to commit seppuku as I believe you have nothing to atone for. Will you accept my decision as to your fate and to the duties I wish for you to undertake?” Yorinaga bowed low again “I will do as The Dragon directs.” “Very well then. There is a title, a position, which goes back to the very earliest days of our nation. This position was held by only one other and is one of great honor and prestige. Its holder has the power to shape the Armies of The Dragon as he and the Coordinator see fit. I wish for you, Kurita Yorinaga, to accept the position as my deputy, as Gunji‐no‐Kanrei. You will help me reshape the DCMS into the weapon it needs to be to assure the safety of our people. In doing so, you will also form a new unit, drawn from the best of the DCMS to be the symbol for all in our armies to aspire to. Each warrior is to be moulded in your image and trained to be like you yourself in battle. Do you accept this small attempt at honouring the Dragon’s debt to you?”


26 “Any honor the Dragon bestows upon me is more than I deserve Coordinator, but I will accept. I have however, but one question. What of Kell?” Theodore thought for a moment “Once your duties are complete and our armies reforged, should you still wish it, I will release you to face your past.” “Thankyou Coordinator.” Said Yorinaga as he bowed again and Theodore returned the gesture. Theodore turned slightly to his right and looked at Minobu Tetsuhara “Your actions regarding Wolf’s Dragoons and your previous service have made you stand out amongst your peers. However, they seem not to have recognised your abilities.” Minobu bowed low “My abilities are of little worth my lord, I have only ever sought to serve The Dragon in what simple ways I could.” Theodore moved to the front of Minobu. “Your attributes and abilities are greater than you realise. You too understand the need for greater thought in our military processes and the need to consider plans that others may think do not garner sufficient honor in the traditional way. You understand the need to respect all those who serve The Dragon. My people, and those of Director Indrahar, have watched you for some time and greatly respect your abilities.” Minobu, still looking down straightened “You honor me Coordinator.” “I have a duty for you as well Minobu. You will replace Samsonov as Warlord of Galedon.” Theodore waved away the protest that was forming “And you will continue your work with Wolf’s Dragoons. You will work with Kanrei Kurita to modify our plans and ensure that your Ryuken regiments are ready and able to take part in the coming war. You must also ensure that Wolf’s Dragoons remain happy in the service of the Combine as we will need their expertise when the time comes.” Minoru was hard pressed to conceal his shock “You ask too much Coordinator. Promoting a mere Chu‐sa to this rank is unheard of. What of the Generals, what will they say?” Theodore looked Minobu straight in the face “They will do as I, and you, order them. I am The Dragon and my word is law.” Minobu bowed deeply again “You honour me more than you know Coordinator, I will not fail you.” Theodore then looked at the two other Warlords “Warlord Shotogama, your service in Benjamin has been a mark of honour to you. I require you to remain in your post and prepare your district in accordance with our plans.” Shotogama bowed deeply as Theodore continued “Warlord Hsiun Chi, you will move to Dieron to take up command there. I trust this will be a challenge finally worthy of your abilities?” The old man bowed to Theodore “You honor an old man’s fading abilities my lord, I will serve you as best my limited skills allow.” Theodore then faced the other two men “General Markt, you will take command of the district of Pesht as Warlord, your service to date merits this. General Ganacheho, you will be personal aide to the Kanrei. You have displayed a penchant for unconventional thinking that will be of benefit to our planning.”

Both men bowed low and answered together “The Dragon’s will is my own.”


27Theodore then cast his eyes across the entire group “Let us eat together now

before we begin forming our plans. Plans to give our beloved Combine the new strength that is worthy of its great name.”


28Chapter 10 Forbidden City, Sian, Sian Commonality, Capellan Confederation 2 November, 3022. “Yes father, I would be honoured to provide Senior Colonel Ridzik with the operational room he requires to launch the strike against the Terran regions.” Said Candace Liao as she stood beside her father looking out across the Palaces vast gardens “I am not sure what my sister will say to this. She will believe she is deserving of the right to command such forces.” Maximillian Liao looked at his eldest daughter, turning from the view the balcony provided of the gardens surrounding the palace. “Your sister will serve under the Senior Colonel, both need to be watched and they can watch each other. I see no reason for her to complain of your independent command. You will lead a diversionary strike, intended to win what you can for St. Ives and Sian. Meanwhile, she will be part of our main effort to crush Davion’s forces.” Candace shrugged, in a lop‐sided way due to her damaged and scarred right shoulder. “She will not see it so. She sees slights where there are none and will oppose anything she feels makes her subordinate to me.” Maximillian, his patience thin at the best of times regarding his daughters bickering snapped back “She will do as she is ordered or she will take no part in this plan.” “Very Well father.” Candace knew she had pushed far enough. “What of Tormana, will he have any part to play?” Candace knew she was pushing another button but wished to know her father’s plans for her brother. “He can do as he wishes, I no longer care.” Maximillian turned back to the view of the gardens. Candace pushed again, as the breeze blew up blowing her dark hair about in a haphazard way “May he serve on my staff?” “If you think you can find a use for the disappointment, you can do as you like.” “Thankyou father.” It was high time to change subjects. She chose one she knew would humour her father “What of McCarron’s strike against the Federated Suns? How does he progress?” Maximillian’s face changed remarkably as it lit up with a huge grin “So far McCarron has struck successfully at Muskegon, Marlette, Kathil, Farwell and Tawas. His last message has him heading back on his trail for Goshen and Beten Kaitos. If only my line forces would display such daring and commitment as these mercenaries.” “Of course, the new regiments we raise with ComStar’s aid may be what you seek?” Maximillian continued to smile “Yes, perhaps you are right. We need fearless soldiers who hold daring in their heart. McCarron will not be back in time to undertake their training though.”


29 Candace leaped on the opportunity “Perhaps I might be of assistance father. I have studied McCarron’s methods in detail and believe I can not only instil them in our new forces but also improve upon them. I would create a force loyal and dedicated to your vision, loyal to you father and the avatars of your will on the battlefield.” Maximillian turned with a look of predatory glee on his face that unnerved Candace. Taking her hand he said. “Yes beloved daughter, that would be a wonderful gift indeed. You will have these troops ready for my needs when the time comes. They shall be the Chancellors Own Grenadiers, made in my honor and in McCarron’s image.” Candace watched as her father turned and left the balcony. Yes father, I will create a counter‐weight against Rizdik’s loyal Tikonov forces and my sisters Thuggee followers. With these new regiments and my own forces in St. Ives so close to Sian, any development in the heart of our realm in the future will be determined by me.


30Chapter 11 Sandhurst Military Academy, England, Terra 5 November, 3022. “Nice birthday joke Colonel…I’m sorry, I meant General Hamilton!” Pat Millray’s bright face lit up like the glossiness of his bald head as he smiled at his old friend. “Where in this little joke does ComStar hide all these fanciful toys you say they have?” General (Precentor Martial) Hamilton kept his face passive, even though he wanted to smile at his old friend, an action that would make Pat think it really was all a joke. “It’s for real Pat. ComStar really does have all this hardware lying about.” Pat stared at the information in his hands, his half open mouth showing the hole where the front tooth he lost fighting on Loric once was. “This is a whole bloody army. Mechs, Fighters, Tanks and enough infantry gear to start a fair sized revolution. Where did all this come from?” The General sat back in his high backed chair and smiled as he remembered how his own reaction was almost identical. “You ever hear the tales of the lost Divisions? Those SLDF units that historians lost track of during the Exodus era?” Pat looked up “Yeah, I think so. Aren’t they the ones that a lot of historians reckon were actually lost taking Terra from the Usurper, but were hushed up to make Kerensky look better?” Yeah, those ones. Well they survived and decided to not follow the General out of known space. They stayed to help protect Terra and over the years were demobilised and their equipment mothballed. The current units we command come from part of that haul, but as you can see they are only a mere fraction.” Pat stood up and walked across to the wall map of Terra and began marking depots with pins. “So why are they telling us this now? They want us to build them an army or some such?” The General smiled again “Pretty much.” Pat stopped putting pins in the map and leant his head against the wall. “Got anything to drink?” “You know where everything is kept.” Pat walked across the small office and rummaged around in the small bar fridge tucked away inside a cabinet and came out with two bottles of Terra’s own Chimay Rouge fine Belgian beer. Pat looked at the bottle, “I always liked your taste in ales. So what are we meant to do?” Angus stood up and took the offered beer from his friend and took a swig of the strong dark beer. God this stuff is good. “Precentor Dieron is to oversee us undertake the supply of Kurita, Marik and Liao forces to the tune of approximately twenty plus BattleMech regiments between them, along with additional supporting assets. We also, at the same time, have to begin a rapid expansion of ComStar’s own military arm.”


31 Pat’s dark face crinkled as he frowned “Expand their military arm? By how much?” “To the equivalent of twenty seven regiments.” “You’re off your head.” “In two years.” “Have you been drinking heavily lately?” “Precentor Dieron wanted forty eight regiments in the same time frame.” “She should be committed.” “I managed to convince her that twenty seven was more realistic.” “Aren’t you a saint?” The General’s smile broadened “C’mon Pat, it’s not impossible. Besides, it’s not my problem; it’s yours.” Pat flopped himself into the chair opposite his old friend. “My problem? What are you talking about?” Pat’s eye took on a shrewd look as he stared hard at the General. General Hamilton stood to his full height at attention. “As of this moment, Demi‐Precentor IV Patrick Nathan Millray, you are promoted to full Precentor as aide‐de‐camp to the Precentor Martial and given command of Sandhurst Royal Military Academy in order to begin the recruitment and training of the new ComGuards. Happy Birthday.” Pat stared long at his friend, his face expressionless. “You complete and utter bastard!” Angus sat, taking great pleasure in his friends shock. “You always wanted command Pat. Now it’s time to see if you can put your money where that enormous mouth of yours is.” Pat took a long swig from his beer before responding. “I’m not going to forgive you for putting me through this and just so we are clear, if you try and interfere in my training scheme I’ll tell your wife about that time we were on Sirius.” Angus sat back and nodded, “Alright you have a deal. But I’ll need you have something ready to present to myself and Precentor Dieron in three weeks when she visits Sandhurst.” Pat looked at his friend with something akin to venomous malice. “It just doesn’t stop with you does it? Maybe I’ll just tell your missus about Sirius anyway.” The General put his long legs up, resting his dark boots on the desktop. “Play nice Pat.” “Why? Your not.” He suddenly turned serious. “Why us? There have to be other, more indoctrinated, soldiers about to give this to.” Angus put his beer down. “I asked Precentor Waterly the same thing. She said because we were the best ComStar has. She said she was comfortable with us because we were born on Terra and both returned home. ComStar knows of our open distaste for the Successor States from our time as mercenaries and there is no one else with the experience the two of us have. She did say she would prefer us to have a little more obvious faith in ComStar’s vision, but understands that thirty years as soldiers has probably caused us to become somewhat cynical.”


32 Pat snorted “Cynical is just the half of it. You and I best make sure that these techno‐priests don’t get too uppity when we start whipping this army into shape. They pay well, I’m back home and I like the work, but I have never really felt comfortable around the higher ups.” The General picked up his beer again. “Oh come on Pat, you’ve never been happy around the higher ups of any stripe.” Pat looked thoughtful for a second. “Probably explains why I never could stand you.” Both men laughed.


33Chapter 12 Triad, Tharkad, District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth 12 November, 3022. Simon Johnson looked across the desk at Archon Katrina Steiner as he repeated himself “Yes Archon, it would appear that the Free Worlds League is in somewhat of an uproar. Janos Marik and his son Thomas have pulled off something of a coup. A coup incidentally, that could threaten us directly once the effects of their actions begin to be felt. Additionally, Theodore has rearranged the power structure of the Combine in a way that is most alarming to out Generals” Katrina, radiant as always and dressed in her uniform as a General of the LCAF, flicked through the intelligence documents before her. “Janos is going to have something akin to a Civil War on his hands again if he is not careful.” Simon Johnson frowned “We can only hope, but I think that is wishful thinking on our part.” “Explain.” “My experts on the League, and the intelligence we are getting from there, indicate that there is nothing Parliament can realistically do. The General population have responded well, too both their own units coming home and an overall strengthening of the Federal forces for duty against the League’s foes. Janos and Thomas were also very clever with how they played this one. They followed procedure properly, albeit in a truncated form, but that is not unprecedented. Parliament voted unanimously to support their efforts and cannot try and overturn the ruling, as they have long cried out for the Captain‐Generals to be more dedicated to following the dictates of Parliament. Even if Janos’s opposition did try and strike down the bill with new legislation, he has enough support from Marik, Oriente and many of the smaller Provinces to ensure it does not happen. Andurien and Regulus can scream all they like, but he has given them what they wanted and they are just going to have to swallow it. It’s quite masterful.” Katrina tossed the folder down on her desk. “I’m glad you approve. How long until the new regiments are all on line?” Johnson thought for a moment as his amazing mind sifted through the myriad of memorised reports that were held in there. His ability to commit material to memory and recall it at will is frightening. Thought Katrina. “I would guess, with the League’s current production levels, and if their losses remain constant, that it would take at least six years for these regiments to come on line. That is of course a variable number depending on circumstance. It does present us with an opportunity. The Provincial forces will be within their home territories in two years, giving us a valuable two year window to exploit before all the new regiments are active.” Katrina folded her hands in her lap. “True. But why would Janos expose himself like that? He must know we will take advantage of this?”


34 “Perhaps he feels the freedom he gains from Parliament is worth the loss of a few worlds. Or worse, he has new production facilities or storehouses we are not aware of.” Katrina made a decision. “Find out Simon. Either way we need to ensure we can keep the League in check. The Combine is still the greater threat, especially now with their new command arrangements.” Simon looked grave as he answered. “It is more serious than that Archon.” “It must be to give you pause.” Johnson put another folder on the table. “The rearrangement of the High Command of the DCMS is serious enough. The men now in charge are all noted for their ability to think outside the Samurai box. All, apart from perhaps Ivan Sorensen, have an aptitude for detailed and innovative planning and are now in positions that will allow that skill to permeate the DCMS. But that is not all. The Coordinator has authorised the formation of eight new regiments. One in honour of his father and based on his father’s old guard. They are to be known as the Dragons’ Claws. Another, perhaps the most dangerous, is being formed by Kanrei Yorinaga personally and is to be called the Genyosha, the Black Ocean. The other group will be more of an issue for Hanse Davion in the short term but may prove a threat to us as well. The new Warlord of Galedon, Minobu Tetsuhara, is overseeing the formation of a six regiment group called the Ryuken, the Dragon’s Sword, based on, and trained by, Wolf’s Dragoons.” Katrina felt a hollow open up on her insides. “We could be facing up to ten new regiments on our borders in the next five years, perhaps more, all led by newly invigorated commands in both realms.” “Yes.” Katrina thought out loud “We still outstrip our foes in sheer production of Mechs, but our plans for expanding aerospace and armour production to begin the formation of AFFS style RCT’s is still in its infancy. The Lyran Guards are only just beginning to expand and it will be three years at least before the Royal, Arcturan and Donegal Guards begin to build up. I need to speak with Davion, face to face. See that is arranged as soon as possible.” Simon Johnson stood and bowed to his Archon “I will see to it immediately. There is one other thing you should know of as well Archon.” “What else Simon?” She had had enough bad news from the head of the Lyran Intelligence Corps for one day. “Morgan Kell has returned to the Kell Hounds. It appears the news of Yorinaga’s appointment as Gunji‐no‐Kanrei has brought Kell out of the monastery on Zaniah.” “Morgan has returned?” Katrina’s heart skittered as she thought of her old friend back from his self imposed and strange exile. Don’t you do anything rash Morgan. “He appears to be reforming the Kell Hounds into their former regimental size. I have it on good authority that he plans a reckoning with Yorinaga.” Katrina stood “I will compose a message to Morgan straight away. I need him here so I can explain the situation to him and reign him in if necessary. I cannot have one of my mercenaries starting a blood feud with the commander of the DCMS.”


35 Johnson, his face still the impassive mask it always was, collected up the folders. “If you compose it now, I will see it goes out with my message to Quintus Allard within the hour.”


36Chapter 13 Avalon City, New Avalon, Crucis March, Federated Suns 23 November, 3022. Hanse Davion looked worried, due to the fact that his Intelligence Secretary, Quintus Allard, looked worried as well. “You are trying to tell me Quintus, that we have a leak in the MIIO that has led to the virtual elimination of our ability to manipulate the Free Worlds League at the same time as both the League and Combine rearrange their power structure and the Capellans his us with that bastard McCarron?” Quintus Allard, his large frame blocking most of Hanse’s view out of the far window of the hover limousine as he turned his body to face the Prince replied. “Yes my Prince. It would appear the SAFE have pulled of a miracle operation and crippled our network. I believe that their operation was partly responsible for the success of the overall plan Marik had for his new regiments. I have an investigation underway to find the leak but so far nothing has turned up.” Hanse lent back and closed his eyes I did not expect my enemies to act so quickly to my alliance with the Lyrans. I cannot afford a war yet, the Lyrans are too unprepared. “This has Katrina worried no doubt?” “It does, she has requested a face to face meeting.” “Arrange it then. What else.” “McCarron is in line to hit Goshen, Emerson, Smolensk and Beten Kaitos in the next month.” Hanse opened his eyes and smiled. “The Heavy Guards are on Kaitos. That should be a rude surprise for Mr. McCarron.” “I trust it will be. More importantly the Capellans may be trying to form new units as well but the Intelligence is fragmentary and I should know more in a month.” Hanse looked out the window at the traffic speeding the other way “That’s all we need right now to cause problems on the Capellan front, that along with the possible loss of Michael.” Hanse’s treacherous half‐brother, Michael Hasek‐Davion, had fallen ill with an unbefore encountered virus after visiting the world of Sirdar. The loss of Michael would remove Hanse’s biggest internal threat but would also effect operations against the Capellans. Michael had also betrayed the Federated Suns by giving information to the Confederation. To counter this, Hanse had been using Michael as a conduit for false information, information that had cost the Confederation dearly on several occasions. “His condition is still failing; the doctors believe he has a month at most.” Hanse still looking outside asked “What of Morgan? Can we really trust him?” Quintus thought for a few moments before answering. “Yes, I believe we can, and we have little choice but to install him as the leader of the Capellan March.” “True.” Hanse nodded. “Make arrangements for a command circuit to get Morgan to New Syrtis. He has the right to be with his father in his last days. Send Arden along as my personal envoy to keep an eye on things as well.”


37 “I will see to it today. This also means that Justin’s planned operation may be a no go. Without Michael’s continuing false intelligence, the chance for success is limited.” “I agree and I do not wish to loose your son on a fool’s errand. There is another use for Justin.” Quintus looked at Hanse quizzically, caught of guard, something that happened rarely. “What do you have in mind?” “If Michael dies and Morgan becomes head of the Capellan March, he will need an experienced and respected aide who also has access too, and experience evaluating, critical intelligence data. I think Justin would be perfectly suited to such a task.” “He is a little junior in rank for that, don’t you think?” Hanse laughed. “From anyone else Quintus, I would think they were fishing for a promotion for their son. But you are right, we best make him a Colonel, anything less would be improper.”


38Chapter 14 Sandhurst Military Academy, England, Terra, 25 November, 3022. Precentor Martial Hamilton, he would use that rank today, was about to meet a man he was informed was called Precentor Naval Grahame Neville. What the hell is Precentor Naval and why am I only learning of his existence now? Precentor Waterly sat serene and unreadable at the head of the short mahogany conference table. The room was decorated by wooden boards detailing the winners of various prizes at Sandhurst over the years and the glass shelves arranged between them held a myriad of trophies and shields, some dating back over a millennia. Sitting to the Precentors right, with Pat on his left, he watched as the door at the far end of the room opened, admitting a short, stocky looking man, whose full beard hid part of the pallor associated with long periods in space. Both the bearded man, who the Precentor Martial assumed was the Precentor Naval, and his aide, a young well groomed officer who seemed just a little too bright eyed, were dressed in standard ComGuard robes, in contrast to the field fatigues both he and Pat wore. Precentor Dieron stood, as did the two officers with her as she began introductions. “Precentor Martial Angus Hamilton and Precentor Patrick Millray, may I present Precentor Naval Neville Grahame and Precentor Julia Brighton. All four saluted each other and hand shakes were exchanged all round as Myndo continued. “Please, will you all be seated?” The Precentor Martial and his aide took their seats to the right of Myndo with the two naval officers seating themselves to her left, Precentor Naval opposite the Precentor Marital. “I have asked you both here to brief each other and myself, regarding your ongoing operations to meet the requirements we agreed upon for ComStar’s participation in the alliance. You will each find the briefing documents the other provided in the folders before you.” The Precentor Martial looked down at the folder before him emblazoned with the ComStar logo and opened it, much as Precentor Grahame and the two aides were doing. All four officers read, stoped, and looked hard at their opposite number. Precentor Naval spoke first, “Quite a force you are assembling Precentor Hamilton. I had no idea we held this amount of material.” Angus looked across at his colleague “And I had no idea that ComStar maintained a fleet of eighty Warships.” Precentor Grahame answered with a wry smile. “Hardly Precentor. Of that list, only twelve are operational and most of those are just Destroyers and Frigates. The rest are either in mothballs or orbiting various systems, with some little more than floating wrecks. Hell, nearly a dozen of the floaters are simply support ships; no more than jump capable yard ships. What you see there is potential, not actual strength.” Hamilton nodded. “Just like our figures.”


39 Pat spoke up “But our figures can’t melt a planet. I must admit Precentor that your idea that the ships you have in commission are just Destroyer and Frigates, makes me a little nervous.” Precentor Brighton spoke up. “No need to worry Precentor Millray, we do have one Battlecrusier operational.” Pat blanched at that. Myndo spoke up. “Now that we are all acquainted, should we begin our discussions?” Receiving their assent Myndo continued “Precentor Martial, please outline your plans for the support of the three allied states and the progress of the new ComGuards.” The Precentor Martial began “Certainly Precentor. As you are aware, we have begun the opening of the old SLDF store houses and begun the stripping out of advanced technologies from units designated for the House Lords. Currently, we have three teams assigned to assure nothing slips through. The first team strips out the machines and backfits current House technology. The second team goes over the work of the first looking for missed items and the third team does the same for the second’s work. Of the nearly six hundred Mechs so far backfitted, only seven have had high technology items remaining by stage three. The first shipments of materials will begin in January, allowing the allied forces to begin equipping their new units, in addition to stockpiling additional supplies, from their own and our sources. As Precentor Millray is in charge of the reorganisation and training of the new ComGuards, he is best equipped to brief us on that area. Suffice to say, his progress so far has been extraordinary.” Precentor Waterly looked up before Pat could speak. “How sure are you Precentor Martial that no advanced technology is being passed on?” Hamilton decided to play honest. “Sure Precentor Dieron. I am not sure. In fact, small items of advanced technology are probably making it through. Nothing major, but advanced circuit boards, the likes of which the second and third teams pick up and other such items have probably slipped through.” Myndo’s face darkened “You are telling me Precentor Martial that high technology items are being sent to the House Armies.” “Yes. But nothing of real value.” “This is unsatisfactory. I did not appoint you to provide unsatisfactory outcomes.” Hamilton looked Waterly straight in the eye. “I did not accept this position in the belief that I would be expected to perform miracles.” Precentor Waterly’s voice dropped into ice “What miracle? You were directed to ensure that no technology of value would be passed to the House Lords.” The Precentor Martial allowed his voice to rise. “If you wish to ensure that every last little scrap of technology is accounted for you best either countermand your plans to assist the Houses or provide me with ten times the manpower you have so far. My people are working harder than I can ask and leaving less behind than I thought possible. What would you have us do?” Precentor Waterly appeared about to answer back but then stoped. “I am sorry Precentor Martial. My training at times skews my perspectives.”


40 The Precentor Martial knew an olive branch when he saw one. “As has mine Precentor Dieron. There is nothing to apologise for. We all work for the future.” Myndo’s face softened, “How true your words Precentor.” Precentor Waterly seemed to think for a moment and then looked at Pat. “If you would be so kind Precentor to apprise us of your efforts?” Pat bowed his head “Certainly Precentor.” He paused to gather himself. “When we were instructed to take over the enlargement of the ComGuards, we were faced with a dilemma. Many of these formations will end up masquerading as mercenaries, units that invariably use the standard Lance, Company, Battalion and Regiment style of organisation. The ComGuards, as you know, have been experimenting with a formation that relies on multiples of 6. Not the standard four, three, three, three, etcetera. We decided early on, that having our troops trained in the six‐format and then trying to masquerade on the standard format, in addition to using a different ranking system, would not work. For expediency, operational security and the need to maximise our force’s potential, we have dropped the experiment with the six‐format, despite its merits, and gone with standard organisation using integrated Brigade Groups as our main, line formations.” Precentor Naval looked up. “Brigade Groups?” Pat continued. “Yes Precentor, Brigade Groups. Each consists of a BattleMech Regiment and a combined armour/infantry Brigade, all supported by an Aerospace Wing. This allows us to maximise the ComGuards familiarity with combined arms tactics as well as ensure our troops can pass themselves off as standard Merc’s should the need arise.” Myndo spoke again. “Can’t you train them in both?” “If I had six years instead of two, maybe. But considering how fast the new soldiers need to go through our training program to meet targets, there is no way humanly possible to do so. It would just create confusion and derail the entire program.” Myndo looked to Hamilton. “You agree with this assessment Precentor Martial?” Hamilton nodded. “Yes Precentor, wholeheartedly.” Myndo seemed to accept, although there was visible tension in the way she sat. “How are the line forces coming then?” Pat continued. “The eight existing ComStar Divisions have been restructured into five of the new Brigade Groups numbered 1st, 2nd, 4th, 6th, 9th and 11th. This way we maintain the ComGuards unit ordering system. Over the next two years we will have to form another twenty one Brigade Groups to meet the required targets. To do so, we have re‐opened the old SLDF training centres at Fort Lejune, Duntroon, Frunze and the Ecole Militare, in addition to expanding Sandhurst to full operational capability. These facilities will provide us with the space we need for training, as the incentives program you authorised Precentor is working miracles for recruiting. It still remains to be seen what sort of soldiers we can produce. We have the best we could gather from ComStar hired mercenaries and targeted hiring from the Successor States and other places such as Galatea for training staff, but this remains a crash program and there will be shortfalls, no matter what we do, given the limited time available.”


41 Myndo flipped a page in her briefing documents. “This all seems to meet requirements, but what of ComStar teachings? You mention none of the standard instructions acolytes go through?” Pat braced himself for the coming blast. “We are unable to effectively include the standard ComStar indoc…I mean, ComStar required basic awareness training. We simply don’t have the time.” Myndo’s voice took on a dangerous edge. “You will find the time Precentor, it is not an option.” Before Pat could answer the Precentor Martial spoke up, saving his old friend the need to face down the powerful Precentor. “Precentor Waterly, if you wish us to institute the full acolyte training program, we can. You will have to make a decision though. You can either have troops who can quote Blake’s Word and be annihilated in their first engagement or you can have an army that will protect Terra and ensure the success of our allies and can be fully trained following the war.” Myndo looked ready to explode, but Precentor Naval interjected. “Precentor Waterly, I must agree with my colleague. We are experiencing the same issues in our training programs at Annapolis, Kure and Titan. We only have time to do one or the other, not both. You must forgive us; we are military men and look at problems in a practical and mundane way. We have no wish to send our young soldiers and sailors to their deaths, so we have chosen to give them the skills to survive so that they may later have the time to fully appreciate the True Word of Blake.” The Precentor Martial breathed a deep sigh of relief at the Naval man’s ability to speak ComStar to ComStar. I owe you and your silver tongue a debt for pulling us out of that. Precentor Waterly, seeing the military minds at the table in unison, bowed her head. “I accept your advice; I merely wish to ensure our soldiers are prepared spiritually as well as physically. Please draw up plans for their proper training and for its implementation once the troops other duties are complete.” The Precentor Naval smiled. “Certainly Precentor, I am sure our aides can have something drawn up for your perusal next week.” Both Pat and Brighton both seemed to deflate a little at Neville’s comment. Myndo seem placated by the Precentor’s comment and decided to continue. “If you would be so kind as to illuminate us of your own progress, Precentor Naval.” Neville bowed his head slightly. “Yes Precentor. As the briefing documents show, ComStar has maintained a fleet of one Battlecrusier, our flagship, the Invisible Truth, two cruisers, six destroyers and three corvettes. These ships will continue to form the core of our fleet. Currently six are in various positions within the Terran system, organised in two squadrons of three ships, with the other two squadrons at Ross and Lyuten.” Angus looked up from his notes. “Ross and Lyuten?” The Naval officer nodded. “Yes Precentor Martial, Ross and Lyuten. Both are uninhabited star systems within a jump of Terra. Both have active fleet facilities hidden in out of the way places. As you have directed, we are pulling out of mothballs a host of Drop‐ and JumpShips with the assistance of the Belters and their yards. The task of


42bringing thirty transport groups on line will be tough in the time remaining, but we will get very close. What we can’t reactivate we will take from the large ComStar merchant fleet. Precentor Martial, these assets will first assist in the supply of the allied powers and then be available for use with your new formations.” Hamilton felt some relief “Thankyou Precentor Naval, I was wondering where I would find sufficient transport assets.” “You’re welcome Precentor Martial. Our other effort is the reactivation of Warship assets. We can realistically bring online anything up to twenty more warships using the Ross, Lyuten and Titan yards over the two years we have by focusing on those in the best state of repair. This will give us an additional one Battleship, one Battlecrusier, five Cruisers, eight Destroyers and five Corvettes. We can also activate two mobile repair yards as well. Other ships can come online after that, but will not be ready for operational requirements by 3025.” Pat looked shocked. “Sweet Lord! You’re telling me you can have a fleet of over thirty warships in two years and you are giving apologies. Nothing could get near this planet with that armada floating about.” The Precentor Naval nodded. “So the theory goes.” An acolyte entered the room, bowed and whispered into Waterly’s ear. “Very well. I must leave, something has come up that requires my attention. Thankyou all, we will meet again soon.”


43Chapter 15 Kell Hounds Compound, Arc‐Royal, District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth, 17 February, 3023. Morgan Kell summarised what had been decided “As long as you’re happy with this arrangement Patrick?” His brother nodded. “OK then, Pat and I will take combined command as we did before. Pat will be lead at first until I can get back up to speed. Salome has First Battalion, Scott, you and your Bravos become Second Battalion and Third Battalion goes to Dan Allard. I’m still not sure Dan is up to it though. Battalion commands a big jump.” Salome, still looking somewhat fazed by the return of Morgan, as they all were after his self imposed exile that also saw the reduction of the Kell Hounds to one Battalion, answered. “Dan held the Battalion together when you left and we all lost our way. Dan managed that feat straight out of the academy and has had a lot of time to fine tune his skills. If I trust anyone with this it’s Dan.” Salome’s double meaning did not go unnoticed as Morgan replied. “OK, if you guys are happy so am I. We need to get the various groups we have working as a unit. We need to get out in the field for extended training operations so we can all get familiar with each other again. Hopefully I’ll be back from Tharkad in time to take part; I need it as much as any of us. Still, when the Archon calls you have front up.” Cat, quite as ever smiled at Morgan. “Hope you enjoy the slap on the wrist.” “More like the leash she will put on you.” Said Patrick. “There’s not a chance in the world that Katrina is going to let you go crashing off through the universe after Yorinaga Kurita; especially now that he’s the CO of the DCMS.” Morgan leant back in his chair and played with a rouge hair that stuck out of his still somewhat shaggy beard. “You’re probably right Patrick, but the fact remains that Yorinaga and I will be drawn to each other, no matter what anyone else tries to do.” Salome looked at Morgan with a mix of hope and despair in her eyes. “You might have to stay chained to the regiment for awhile then?” Morgan seemed to become distant. “I suppose I will. No doubt this ever extending period of relative quite will just precede a new round of fighting. What is there on the contract front?” “That’s what I think Katrina wants to talk to you about. Rumour mill is that Katrina wants to send us to Hesperus.” Answered Scott Bradley. Cat groaned. “Not that dump. I don’t care what anyone says about the place. It’s too dry to be comfortable and has too few people to be any fun. Add in the fact that every man and his Mech wants a piece of the place and I’m more than happy to stay here and wet nurse cadets.” Everyone had a good laugh until Patrick commented. “Could be what we need to bring the regiment back together. Besides, if we can get on the good side of Defiance, we could get our hands on all sorts of fun toys.”


44 Salome looked across at Patrick from her prone position on the couch under the window. “Just what we need ‐ a regiment full of assault Mechs so we can look like proper Lyrans. Maybe Katrina is planning on making Morgan a Social General?” Cat, with a straight face added, “We will have to clean him up first. They wouldn’t even let him into a Tharkad slum looking like that at the moment.”


45Chapter 16 The Cave, Saso, New Syrtis Capellan March, Federated Suns 16 May, 3022. Colonel Justin Xiang Allard, he still could not get used to the new rank his father and Hanse Davion had thrust on him, stared at the holographic representation of the Capellan March and the border areas of the Crucis March and Capellan Confederation spin slowly in the air before him. The Cave, the command centre of the Capellan March, was quite at the moment. The many data terminals and map tables were sparsely populated this early in the morning, with only a few AFFS personnel typing away or examining reports of raids and small strikes. The only table with any life to it was the one at which he and the other officers had gathered. Justin stood there with Morgan Hasek‐Davion, the new Commander of the Capellan March, his face still drawn following the slow and hideous death of his father, Michael. The unknown virus that had taken Michael’s life was one of the nastiest things Justin had ever seen. By the end, the once powerful and forceful man had been reduced to a skeleton like visage of skin and bone. If that wasn’t bad enough, the virus had also attacked his skin, making him look like the victim of a horrendous fire. Justin remembered seeing corpses on the Battlefield, stuck in exploding vehicles, which had been burnt down to something that looked like Michael. How Morgan was able to stay by his fathers bed, day after day was something that Justin was moved and impressed by. The man has steel within him. If my father is right, he will bring the Capellan March back into Hanse’s camp rapidly. But if Hanse Davion’s deepest fears are proved correct, then the Federated Suns and House Davion are in mortal danger. Standing next to Justin was the always recruiting poster proper Ardan Sortek, Hanse Davions oldest and most trusted friend. Sortek, like Justin, was here to assist Morgan in his new position and to try and limit the influence of Michael Hasek‐Davion’s advisors. Those men had been poisoned against Hanse Davion and represented the best chance for Morgan to slide into his father’s way of doing things. Ardan and Justin were there to prevent just that. Funny how things work out. If Michael had not fallen ill we would all be in other places right now. Ardan on New Avalon with Morgan. And I would be planning to end my life as I knew it.

It was the simplest of mistakes that had first led to the MIIO discovering Michael Hasek‐Davion’s treachery, though at the time, no one knew it was Michael at all. Early in 3020, a detailed discussion paper, which was known only to the highest officers in the Capellan March, regarding the reorganization of the March’s defences, fell into Capellan hands. The nature of the haul, that the document was little changed and that it had to have come from one of only two dozen people set alarm bells ringing on New Avalon. The MIIO new of the document thanks to their placement of an operative high in the Maskirovka’s organisation. The operative also reported later that better methods were put place that reworded later dispatches from the spy, making it harder to determine the point


46of origin of documents. Justin’s father, Quintus, had set in motion a detailed plan, where each of the twenty odd suspects were briefed on a secret plan, for their eyes only, requiring each officer to take specific actions in the event of a major invasion of the realm or of the death of Hanse Davion. Each officer briefed was given the name of the plan as a colour. Case Blue, was Michael Hasek‐Davion’s colour. Two months later, although the original document was now much changed after the Maskirovka had instructed Michael to be more careful, Case Blue came across the desk of the MIIO operative on Sian. Two revisions to Case Blue followed over the next five months and Quintus had found the leak. All that set in motion a plan to plant Justin in Chancellor’s eye and exile him from the Federated Suns on a mission of great personal danger. Justin would use the information Michael provided as his way into the Confederation and then work to cover any deficiencies from the data whilst on Sian. The plan was audacious and Justin had accepted, even though he believed it was a pipe dream of sorts. However, with Michel’s death a year before the plan was to begin its initial phase, it had been called off as too dangerous. Now Justin was in a place no less dangerous as his half Capellan background made him a focus of hate for those short sighted officers of the Capellan March who seemed to crawl out from under every rock on New Syrtis. Justin looked up as Morgan brought the path of McCarron’s Armoured Cavalry up onto the projection. Those disreputable mercenary regiments had hit system after system. They had suffered losses, but had done plenty of damage along the way as well. Goshen and Emerson had recently felt their bite and then came the ambush of McCarron on Beten Kaitos by the Davion Heavy Guards. Morgan would have been there if not for his father’s illness and some believed that was why the mercenaries escaped. The new Major of Morgan’s old Battalion had let the mercenaries slip away. All five regiments of the mercenaries were now on their way to Bristol, where there was little to stop them. Morgan spoke up. “There is little we can do at the moment. Our forces are closing the net, but it will be six weeks before we can realistically present McCarron with the options of withdraw or die. I know that gives him time to hit more worlds, but the strategy so far undertaken was too hit and miss. We have tried to take him straight out instead of strangling him. This has allowed him to move his units around and avoid heavy losses.” Marshalls Angerstand and Steadman, commanders of the Alcyone and Kathil PDZ’s bristled at the rebuke, but it was the old Marshal, Tamara Hasek, commander of the 5th Syrtis Fusiliers that spoke up. “Your father looked to end McCarron’s menace once and for all, he behaved like a man. You seem to want to dance our forces around, avoiding a real battle and allowing McCarron to do as he will. The 5th Crucis Lancers are near enough to Bristol to get there before McCarron can and delay him until help arrives.” Morgan shook his head. “The 5th is just an overly large Mechanised Combat Command. Without a Mech Regiment, they have little hope in pinning McCarron down. McCarron could well try and rip them apart if he out manoeuvred them. I do not want my first action to be the loss of an entire RCT. We will wait until the other forces detailed to the encirclement are in place and then strike. There is also the chance McCarron could just run when he sees us coming, which is just as well. We drive him off without further loss.”


47 Tamara Hasek, her faced crinkled by many lines from many worlds and numerous battles, could not keep the contempt from her voice. “You are a coward Morgan. Your time on New Avalon has softened you. You’re strategies are those of Hanse Davion, strategies that allow the Capellan March to be pillaged, whilst you and Hanse watch from afar.” Ardan moved to Morgan’s aid. “Marshall Hasek, you’re new Field Marshall’s plan is sound. Either we overwhelm and destroy McCarron or we drive him off without loss. You’re efforts so far have resulted in numerous losses, little damage to McCarron and several battered AFFS regiments.” Justin added his own weight to the argument. “I agree, the General who wins without fighting is to be respected.” Tamara turned on Justin. “You would be happy to see our March suffer, wouldn’t you half‐breed?” Morgan’s loud voice silenced everyone. “ENOUGH OF THIS! I have made my decision and you will follow your orders as befitting officers of the AFFS. Either that or, if the orders are to bitter for you, you can resign your positions.” Tamara looked at Morgan in defiance for a moment, and then relented. “Very well, I will do as ordered. You will see however, that the people of our March will not be happy with dancing soldiers. They want fighters!” Morgan stared at Tamara for a moment before switching his gaze to Justin. “Justin, can you apprise us of the new plans for the Training Battalions?” Justin was glad for the change of topic. “Yes Sir. Due to apparent build up of forces in Galedon, Dieron and the rumours we are getting from Sian that there are new forces forming in or near St. Ives, the First Prince has decided to expand the existing AFFS Training Battalions, not the NAIS or Albion units however, into full RCT’s that will maintain a secondary training function. Effectively one third of each RCT will be composed of recruits, with those passing through joining the new RCT’s main line units or going to other commands as required. The High Command believes this will give young soldiers a better feel for combined arms operations before going on to their first assignment. Additionally, as the structures to support the training battalions are already in place, they can be expanded upon instead of starting from scratch.” Marshall Steadman snorted. “That’s all we need. More hicks in the line. Those training Battalion have hardly done a thing since they were formed and now the Prince wants to turn them into full blown circuses.” Morgan, his voice becoming stained, answered, “We already know your view on the Training Battalions Marshall. This is a done deal. The orders are from the High Command so we will carry them out. What are the new formations to be called?” Ardan answered before Justin could. “The Federated Suns Light Cavalry. Looks like the Kittery Battalion will form the core of the 1st Cavalry; Bell the 2nd, Brockton the 3rd and Conroe the 4th. Others may form over time.” Morgan nodded. “A decent name. Justin, Ardan. You will see to the requirements of these units that will come from our March.”


48 Justin looked across at Morgan. “Yes sir. There is one other thing that may help in that. There’s a guy I want to bring across from Kittery to help us here. He has been with the Battalion for a time and knows how they work. His insight into how they operate will be very helpful in getting the RCT’s off the ground. The guys got a good head, good insight and I think you know him; Andrew Redburn?” Morgan smiled, the first time Justin had seen him do so since arriving on New Syrtis. “Andrew and I were at the Warrior’s Hall together, he’s a good man. If Andrew knows what will help, get him on board.”


49Chapter 17 Forbidden City, Sian, Sian Commonality, Capellan Confederation 11 April, 3023. Romano Liao howled at her sister in anger. ”How dare you think to get away with such an attempt on the throne sister. I know you seek to place those new units father wants in a position of loyalty to you so you can remove him and turn on ME!” Here we go again. Thought Candace. Her dear sister Romano kept a mental tally in her head of what she believed the score was between them. When she scored points she became insufferable, when Candace scored, she bitched. In this situation, Candace has scored big, very big. “Dearest sister,” Candace began, “Perhaps father simply wished to ensure that the new regiments would be trained in proper tactics and strategy and not turned into a pack of raving religious fanatics.” That should keep her going until father gets here. Romano’s face went through several shades of red before here top completely blew. “YOU INSUFFERABLE WHORE!” Romano screamed “It is MY right that those regiments be moulded in MY image, the image of power and strength that is the hallmark of MY people. You seek to strengthen St. Ives until you have your own little empire but a jump from father’s throat. I know your plan and I will never let you complete it. Stupid Tormana may think you the darling of family, but I have known your ways since I was born.” It was at this point the Maximillian Liao, well groomed and assured as ever, and Pavel Ridzik, his uniform lit up with the many awards he had gained over the years entered, to see Romano in full fury. Candace chose that precise moment to smile at her sister in the most vacant way possible, driving Romano still further into a rage, as she had not heard her father enter behind her. Romano continued, her voice getting louder and louder. “I know you seek to supplant father and remove that idiot Ridzik, may Kali send him to hell. You would enslave our idiot brother and see me off to ensure your own path to the throne. I will not have it. I WILL SEE YOU DEAD!” Romano punctuated her last outburst by hurling one of the small jade carvings that adorned the centre of the large oak meeting table that dominated the room at her sister. The carving tumbled lazily through the air, missing Candace by inches and smashing through a window of one of the rooms many display cases, each of which was filled with priceless Han antiques. “An interesting take on our future little daughter. I wonder what Senior Colonel Ridzik thinks?” Said Maximilian in a voice like a snake. Romano spun quickly, her tightly braided hair wheeling out behind her. “Father? I was merely protecting your future against my sister’s machinations.” She did not even look at Ridzik. “Interesting that her actions were at my order. Do you disagree with what I have done Romano?”


50 Romano saw the danger immediately. “No father, I have always believed in your vision for the Confederation. I merely act to ensure all follow your will as keenly as I.” Deceitful little wretch, you are out for yourself, like me, like Ridzik and like our father. We all stand alone in this place. Thought Candace. “I can return later should you wish Excellency?” Ridzik said, looking as impassive as ever. The man knew when to put his head in the sand, a skill learned over many years in service to the Liao family. Maximillian turned his head slightly. “There will be no need, Pavel, we will discuss what we came her to discuss and my daughters can have their little spat at a time that suits us all better.” He turned to face his daughters. “All of you sit.” Everyone quickly arranged themselves at the table, Max at the head with Ridzik to his right, Romano to his left and Candace at the foot. Romano smiled with her success at beating Candace to her father’s side. Small victory sister. Maximillian wasted little time in starting proceedings. “Candace, what of the Capellan Grenadiers and your plans for the strike from St. Ives.?” “Father,” Candace began, “the first three of the six planned Grenadier regiments and their supporting formations have been forming up and training together on Hexare. To date the 1st, 2nd and 3rd Grenadiers are at 75%, 60% and 50% of their authorised strength respectively, and will be at full strength by years end. The 4th, 5th and 6th will form during 3024. Thus far their drive and dedication has been exemplary and they are coming together as units quickly. As per your orders, I have taken temporary overall command until you decide on a commander for the entire Corps.” Romano sneered as Candace continued. “With these extra regiments, and those of St. Ives, I will the launch strikes as requested from January of 3025 aimed at taking the Kittery Thumb. Initial forces will land on Shoreham, Royalston, Happajarvi, Corella and Hadnall. These forces will be tasked with taking these worlds and digging in. Second wave forces will land on Weekapung, Mentasta and Beid, further isolating the tip of the salient. From there, any reserve forces can act as a ready strike force to assist against any Davion counter‐attack. Over time, the remaining worlds of Kittery, Scituate, Gurnet and Spica will be reduced by Death Commando strike units; Maskirovka led uprisings and whatever forces can be spared from worlds already taken.” Maximilian smiled like and angel as he looked at his daughter, his expression mirrored perfectly in its negative by Romano. “How many BattleMech regiments will you require daughter?” “Twelve, plus three to five regiments in reserve and standard supporting forces. All told approximately forty eight regiments with nine to fifteen in reserve and four to six full aerospace regiments.” “You would strip our heartland bear you fool!” Snarled Romano. “She will do no such thing.” Returned Maximillian. “Senior Colonel, what do you think of this plan?” The as to now quite Colonel thought for a moment, as if weighing the risks. “The plan is acceptable and achievable, but as Romano points out, the realms heartland will be


51left vulnerable, even more so should you wish me to carry out the strike from Tikonov, six new regiments not withstanding.” Max smiled like a cat in the cream. “There will be no threat, as I will move at least a dozen to eighteen regiments from the Marik border to reinforce you Pavel as well as providing Candace with enough force to mount a similar operation against the Ziliang Salient.” There was silence for a moment around the table as Romano and Pavel absorbed what Candace already knew. Of course she did not yet know how her father planned to protect the Free Worlds border. Then Romano exploded. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING FATHER. You will see the end of us all, of the Celestial Throne, of our entire House. How can you leave us to the Eagle’s talons like this? You are MAD!” Maximilian’s face grew stern. “Question me again daughter and you can return to Highspire permanently. Do you think I would be so foolish as to leave us open to the Marik’s? ComStar is providing us with the materials we need and the forces to garrison both sides of the border whilst we fall on Davion and Steiner. Should Marik or, and I warn you most pointedly to the extent that should you disobey me you will die, you yourself take advantage of the situation to strike out at your blood foe, then ComStar will interdict both states. We are safe as long as we focus on Davion. Once we have reclaimed those systems lost since the Star League era, we will turn on Marik and give him his due.” Romano was dumbfounded, something Candace had to admit was as rare as a quintuple star system. Colonel Ridzik spoke up. “Now Celestial Wisdom, I can plan the end of our foes. From Tikonov, Jonothan and Ronel I will strike out in your name and reclaim the Terran systems we once held and restore Chesterton to the Confederation. Perhaps the Lady Romano would do me the honour of leading the Chesterton strike from Jonothan?” You rat bastard, she just said she would see you dead and now you play up to her. So this is where you stand Colonel. I may have to deal with you before I even take the throne. Despite her inner anger, Candace held her tongue. Romano’s eye glowed as she saw herself becoming the one to return the long lost Chesterton Worlds to the Capellan fold. She grabbed her father’s arm and begged. “Oh father, you must allow me to fulfil this destiny, my destiny. A Liao must walk upon Chesterton as a saviour from the Davion yoke.” Max smiled, a wild light coming into his eyes. “Yes Romano, a Liao must. You will do as the Colonel directs, but you will be the first on Chesterton, in my name.” Candace’s insides dropped. Damm you wretch. With Rizdik’s stupid idea you become father’s darling. Even if you take back just one Chesterton World, you will do more in his eyes and the Confederation’s than I can by taking twenty worlds from the Kittery and Ziliang Salients. This must end soon little sister, very soon, or else your cold soul will sit on our ancestral throne and I will end up rotting in a hole on St. Ives.


52Chapter 18 Lioness Training Range, New Olympia, Marik Commonwealth, Free Worlds League, 27 April, 3023. Colonel Hudson was quietly satisfied by his troop’s performance so far. Not bad for a bunch of…what did Colonel Carver call us…a bunch of green horned hopefuls who could only bring further shame to the name of the Atrean Hussars. Arrogant Prick! Now to tear your regiment in half. Hudson watched the display of the exercise on his Mech’s primary screen. It showed Falcon Battalion, the 2nd of the Regiments three Mech Battalions, beginning to crumble…or so it would seem. The Colonel had learnt to trust that pattern in exercises as Force Commander Carolyn Romalo played her battlefield tune again. Six weeks ago, the Force Commander had asked the Command Company, a unit of twelve heavy and assault Mechs to go up against her Battalions 2nd Company of twelve mediums and heavies, to provide them with experience against the best in the regiment. “Don’t go easy on us, make us work for our money.” She had said. So the Command Company went on the front foot and looked to be giving the new Company hell as their centre collapsed. The command unit exploited this gap and fell right into an envelopment that cost them the battle. Romalo had trained her “Green” troops to act like it, not to actually be like it. She drew in an experienced force that expected such a reaction and hammered them. Suffice to say that the debriefing had led to some bruised egos and a few bets being settled to long odds. Now Romalo was suckering the better part of the 4th Oriente Hussars into a place they should never have been. The 4th Hussars were a light regiment and should have tried to force the still new 2nd Atrean Hussars into an open field engagement where their medium and heavy Mechs would be at a disadvantage. However, despite some nasty losses to the recon element, the 2nd Atrean had drawn the 4th Hussars onto themselves. The 4th, thinking to force the 2nd into a rash action, had immediately attacked the main body of the 2nd, which under Romalo’s command had appeared to crack under the pressure. The light units of the 4th were now pouring into the shallow depression that lay behind the Atrean’s original line. At one end of this depression was Hudson and his Command Company and Falcon Battalion, now just turning to counter‐attack. Hawk and Eagle Battalions were swinging inwards to form a three edged killing zone that the 4th was only now realising they were in. Hudson decided the time was right. “All Blue Eagles, this is Blue Eagle Actual. Commence Fire.” Hudson brought up the arms of his Warhammer that sported 2 PPC’s. Dropping the targeting reticule over a Stinger that was moving quickly from left to right across the battlefield he let fly with two beams of simulated blue lighting. Although only one connected, hits from other Atrean Mechs caused the simulated dismemberment of the small Mech. With no other targets near by, or shielded by his own Mechs, Hudson looked at the display again. The point of the 4th Hussars attack had folded in on itself within


53minutes as the flanks recoiled inwards. Chaos was raging in the Oriente lines, with only their rearguard offering any real opposition as they tried to stabilise the open end of the box so their comrades could extricate themselves. Hudson spoke to his regiment again in clipped commands, deep voiced manner that was the reason for his nickname amongst the regiment as The Voice. “All Blue Eagles, this is Blue Eagle Actual. Commence General Advance.”

Surging down from the hills, the heavy Mechs of the Atrean’s created further chaos as the Oriente Hussars tried desperately to disengage. Mech after Mech was ruled destroyed by the exercises computer system as the 4th fell apart at the seams.

Hudson had been told by the Captain‐General that the newly formed 2nd Atrean Hussars were to turn around the history of their Corps and be an example to the other new units that they could take their place in the line and know success in the name of the League. So nice that it is at the expense of that self righteous prick in the 4th. Thought Hudson, as his troops began a general pursuit of the 4th. It would not last long, as the 2nd could not catch its lighter opponent once they disengaged, but the damage was done. From the rough count he could make, there were over fifty disabled Oriente Mechs in the depression and a little over a dozen Atrean Mechs. Not bad for a first time out on the range. I‘m sure this will make you happy Janos; I sure as hell owe you. Now to see if we can have a crack at a few other units and maybe get ourselves posted somewhere where we can do some real damage. It was Hudson’s fervent hope that he would see service against the Lyrans. He still owed them for Loric and McAffe, and Dixie and a dozen other worlds. I will make the 2nd Atrean Hussars a name the Lyrans will fear.


54Chapter 19 Sandhurst Military Academy, England, Terra 16 May, 3023. This lot better be worth the effort. The first of the ComGuards new Combat Brigades was ready to be activated after flying through training and equipping. Christ, how did Pat manage this? The reorganising of the standing forces, with a liberal poaching of the Terran Security Forces went smoothly, but all and sundry had expected the new units to have all sorts of issues in during their creation. Pat however, had done his level best to channel Satan and become what many were referring to as the Terror of Sandhurst. Soldiers were too scared to fail and several quartermasters had learned the hard way that the word “No” was up there with a full declaration of war as far as Pat was concerned. Pat, at his parade ground best, hollered at the assembled troops. “ComGuards, Thirty First Combat Brigade, Dis‐missed.” As one, the assembled officers and men saluted, faced right and began marching off the parade ground. Once Angus had lowered his own salute he moved forward to stand just behind Pat, so he could speak quietly in his ear. “What’s it worth to you for me not to tell that story about the time I got lost in the brothel on Mentasta right now? You know that one that just about makes you wet your pants when I tell it?” Hamilton asked in a quite voice, his mouth barely moving. He just could not help himself. “Your continued ******* life and good health is what!” Pat growled back in a voice from the crypt. As the last of the new recruits left the field Pat tuned to face his commander. Angus spoke before Pat could say anything. “You’ve changed Precentor. It used to be about the music.” Pat could no longer help himself and started laughing. Once he had finished he answered. “I’ve changed Precentor‐Martial? I still get to stomp on newbie’s and slap around training officers whilst you swan around with the First Circuit. What’s got you in such a good mood?” Hamilton turned and began to walk off the viewing platform once the other officers had departed before answering, the cool late afternoon wind blowing his ComGuard robe about. “You have Pat. You are becoming something of a miracle worker. The new units are forming up on time and with their full compliment and you are scaring the buggers straight. The First Circuit and Precentor Dieron think the sun shines from my ass.” “When all that shinning from it is me.” Added Pat. “Yeah, that’s what I keep telling them.” Pat heard the altered tone in the Precentor Martial’s voice. “I take it Precentor Dieron still disapproves of my methods?”


55 “Pat, you give atheism a bad name. You hardly give the hearts and minds mob a chance in the classroom and your little slip of the tongue at the first briefing has not been forgotten.” Pat stopped and pulled his friend up with a hand on his arm. “They wanted results and damm it and I’m getting them. I don’t give a rat’s arse what the spiritual needs of a toaster are or how praying to it might make my breakfast taste better. I don’t trust Waterly and neither should you. Have you even seen the Primus yet?” Hamilton leant back against a tree before answering. “No. It seems the Primus may be somewhat cloistered from what I can gather. Waterly has something on him and it’s given her carte blanche with the military. I don’t trust her, she is the oiliest, slipperiest politician I have ever met, but I do have to work with her. That means you have to make my life easier. Keep the troops marching out and keep your opinions to yourself. I can’t have her getting rid of you when you are keeping me in a job.” Pat snorted. “Be a real shame for people to see how incompetent you really are without me around. I’ll try and be nice, but I’m not going to start kissing my holovid player goodnight.” Angus laughed and began to walk back to the main building again. “Fine with me.” Both men walked in silence across the lawn and into the main building, returning salutes as required. Eventually they arrived back at Angus’s office and entered the room. Both men stopped in the door as the thin figure at the window turned to face them. The man’s wane face and long nose lent him an almost rodent like air, but anyone who dismissed him as vermin did so at their own peril. “Good afternoon Precentor Martial Hamilton, Precentor Millray. It is nice to finally make your acquaintance.” Said Leyland Belov, Precentor ROM. “May the Peace of Blake be with you both.” Before Angus could even answer, Pat shot off his mouth. “Like hell it is when you let yourself in unannounced.” Angus put his hand on Pat’s arm. “Its fine Pat, let it lie.” The Precentor Martial extended his hand to Precentor ROM. “The Peace of Blake be with you Precentor.” Both men shook hands before Belov extended his hand to Pat. Pat accepted as the Precentor ROM apologised. “You must forgive me Precentor Millray, I was sent directly from Hilton Head. Precentor Dieron said she would inform you of my visit.” Both men shrugged. “Perhaps not. May we talk?” Like you refuse Precentor ROM an afternoon chat, even if you’re the Precentor Martial. Thought Angus. Precentor ROM seated himself in on of the three old battered green leather chairs that sat around the bay window that formed an alcove off the main section of the office and looked across Sandhurst’s extensive grounds. The other two joined him, sitting on either side of the Precentor ROM, who took the central position. The small man, Angus was sure he could throw him a good ten meters on a bad day, began talking in a measured, almost slow tone, with a slight Russian accent as he folded his hands in his lap. “I would be happy to sit here in this warm spot and talk about


56simple pleasures and other places, but I wished to meet you and discuss Precentor Dieron’s latest request.” “What does the honoured Precentor wish of us?” Asked Precentor Hamilton. “Due to the hurried nature of the ComGuards expansion, despite its obvious success,” he bowed his head to Pat, “Precentor Dieron feels that the ComGuards could be served well by the assigning of ROM personnel to the command and intelligence sections of the ComGuards.” Pat smiled a wry smile. “Spies in the High Command, Precentor? Hardly up to her usual subtlety.” Strangely enough, Precentor ROM smiled back. “I said the same thing, though of course she denied it. My long time support of the Precentor sometimes blinds her to the fact that my first concern is the proper functioning of ROM, all other considerations are secondary to that.” Something clicked. Something many years later Angus would still look back on and wonder about. He would often wonder how he came to the decision he did and why. At the time, as Pat would point out later, he was getting in bed with the devil, but this devil held many of the keys to the kingdom and an ally like that could not be passed up. Angus would look back and see this meeting as the real beginning, the genesis of the rest of his life. Without this one meeting, that sudden decision, his life would have been very different. Hs spoke up. “Precentor Belov, I take it Precentor Dieron’s plan does not suit the current requirements of ROM?” “No it does not.” A very level stare was shared. “The primary issue being…?” “Manpower. Recent efforts by the First Circuit, following incidents with a previous Precentor ROM, have seen our manpower and resources drawn back somewhat.” Angus thought for a moment. “The manpower requirement of her plan must be large indeed.” “It is.” “How large?” “The complete acquisition of the ComGuards battlefield and command intelligence arms to be run by ROM staff.” The Precentor Martial smiled at Pat. “And Precentor Millray and the Precentor Naval are doing too good a job at expanding the military. You can’t keep up can you? The manpower requirements would cripple ROM’s other operations. Succeed at one task and you fail at the other and you become easy prey. Which leads me to the question, what did you do to cross her?” Precentor ROM leaned back in his chair. “Firstly, yes you have been too successful in expanding your forces and the growth in numbers will outstrip anything I can do with ROM in the same time period. Secondly, I opposed the expansion of the ComGuards.” Pat leaned forwards. “So first you didn’t even want us and now you want to control us.”


57 “Wrong on both counts Precentor Millray. We need the ComGuards, just not in such numbers so quickly. My opposition was purely based on the diversion of resources and manpower I could have otherwise had access to. I also have no wish to control the ComGuards. Few in ROM have military experience and we have neither the time nor people to acquire it.” The Precentor Martial decided now was the time. “There is a solution. A solution that will satisfy us both, and when presented to Precentor Dieron as a joint effort, one that will have to be accepted.” Precentor ROM cocked his head to one side. “What do you propose?” “We don’t want ROM running battlefield intel, it just won’t work, and you need the bulk of your people elsewhere. Instead, you assign a ROM liaison team, a small group of analysis specialists, who can collate and interpret data quickly to assist the Brigade Commanders. They can work fist in glove with the Staff Intelligence officers who, I must admit, need the help. Many just don’t have the experience we need yet. This way we fulfil the spirit if not the letter of Precentor Dieron’s request. The ComGuard command structure maintains itself and you are not drained of manpower.” Precentor ROM smiled; an altogether frightening visage. “Yes, I see your way of thinking. We need more to convince her however. I will see to it that the liaison teams have priority access to military intelligence generated by ROM from our other sources both on planet and from other systems to assist them and your officers in planning. This way, we appear to be happily cooperating, providing Precentor Dieron with what she wants and both maintaining control of our assets.” The Precentor Martial stood and extended his hand, with Precentor ROM doing the same. “I will have my staff draw up a plan for your people to implement. We will need them to undertake training here at Sandhurst to familiarise themselves with our processes. Will our people need training at your end?” “I can provide ROM officers to come here if you like, to centralise the training?” “Excellent. On one condition.” Precentor ROM looked surprised, but nodded. “Very well, what is it?” “You present this plan to Precentor Waterly.” Precentor ROM laughed, a sound almost a frightening as his smile. “Very well Precentor Martial you have a deal. I must return to Cairo first, before heading back to Hilton Head. It has been a most enlightening conversation Precentor Martial, Precentor Millray.” Both men bowed slightly as Precentor ROM stood and walked from the room. Pat looked at his old friend with a look of pure disbelief. “Well done. Now we have riddled our forces and Sandhurst with informants.” “Yes we have. Informants, who moonlight for us, provide us with strategic intelligence and who we know the faces of. This might just be an alliance of convenience, but it has turned out better than I could have hoped. This was always going to happen and at least the Precentor ROM will be well disposed to my next offer.”


58Chapter 20 Skye Gardens, New Glasgow, Skye, Federation of Skye, Lyran Commonwealth, 17 May, 3023.

Katrina Steiner stood upon the speakers platform that looked out across the enormous botanical gardens of New Glasgow, the ancient plantings from many worlds providing her listeners shade from the hot noon sun as well as giving her security detail fits, as they were forced to watch what they called too many dead spots and potential hides.

Katrina knew it was a calculated risk, yet by the days end she would be hailed as an Archon who backed her word and was a friend of Skye. No one, not the people gathered before her, not the commanders of the Skye Rangers, the nobles of Skye and most satisfactorily, Aldo Lestrade and Frederick Steiner, could oppose her for her actions this day. Lestrade, more than any other opponent in the Commonwealth, even Alessandro Steiner, was the bane of Katrina’s rule. The self appointed leader of the disaffected Skye nobles had manipulated her cousin Frederick and many others into opposition through all kinds of propaganda, but it was all for his own power, not for the people of Skye as he claimed. Should Katrina fall, Frederick and Aldo would try to prevent her daughter Melissa ascending to the throne to ensure Frederick would become Archon. What Frederick failed to realise was that he would become Aldo’s puppet.

The surprise that was coming would be all the sweeter as Aldo, his crippled frame held in a pose of haughty contempt, and Frederick, ever the picture of military bearing, were on the platform with her. Their presence, along with many others of the Skye nobility, lent unknowing support to her plans for the day. Not all those behind her were against her however; General of the Armies, Edward Regis, his drawn face seemly as melancholy as ever; and Duchess of Skye Margret Aten, the dark skinned, forceful and forthright adopted daughter of the last Duke and Duchess, stood in full support of Katrina. Duchess Aten was a particularly valuable ally whose poor origins, radical social reforms and support of the Archon had caused an uproar in the upper classes of Skye.

Katrina breathed in deeply to bring her speech to its conclusion, the small light on the solid wooden podium before her blinking now, warning her that her surprise was only minutes away. “Long have I, and those who held the Archonship before me, been accused of ignoring the people of Skye. As Kurita and Marik march against your borders, as your worlds fall to foreigners, as your industries are broken and thrown down, as your sons and daughters are sent to distant fronts to fight for worlds they have never heard of and as your industrial and output and personal wealth are taken and taxed for the benefit for the rest of the Commonwealth, nothing is done for Skye. I have been accused of all these things, whilst doing nothing for Skye, whilst forgetting you, the people of Skye. This is an untruth of the highest order. Long have I thought of the people of Skye, as people of the Commonwealth, as those who it is my responsibility to protect, something I think on day and night. I know the importance of what you do for the future of all the Lyran peoples.


59Without Skye, we would not be Lyrans, yet without Donegal and Tamar, there would be no Skye.

I have long supported your new Duchess, Margaret Aten, in the program of social improvement for all those living in Skye. This program is one designed to benefit the many, not the few, the few who would seek to maintain their iron grip upon the wealth of Skye and prevent her people from gaining their fair share. It is these few who lead the calls against me, who seek to have the Commonwealth government driven from Skye for their own enrichment. I oppose these few, on your behalf, to help your Duchess make a better Skye for all.” Katrina could fell the platform begin to shake a little as her surprise approached. Now Frederick, Aldo, you will see my actions, actions you must support or ostracise yourself from the people you say you speak for. If only I could see your faces.

“To show the people of Skye that I can and will continue to make concrete actions to strengthen Skye against both internal and external threats, I present to you today the first of these.” Katrina outstretched her arms, forcing the crowed to turn. Arising over a hill at the rear of the gardens, along the wide granite paved road that ran strait to the podium, two BattleMechs, an Atlas and a new model Banshee, strode towards the platform, the area through the centre of the crowed cleared of onlookers preventing any chance of an accident. Both BattleMechs were painted in the colours of the Skye Rangers, red with black arms. For those with an eye for detail and the requisite knowledge, the trim colours of the two Mechs were highly unusual. The Atlas sported an iridescent emerald green trim, whilst the Banshee was trimmed with gleaming silver. Both wore the Steiner fist and the Skye Rangers emblem of the yellow sun breaking through white clouds. The Atlas also bore the personnel emblem of House McQuiston, the planet of Skye on a green shield, surrounded by seven white stars. The Banshee’s unique emblem was one of a BattleMech in the robes of a Templar Knight.

“Before you stand the first of two formations, long lost from the roles of the sworn defenders of the people of Skye; the Skye Rangers. The General of the Armies and I, today, have signed the documents reincorporating the First and Second Skye Rangers.” The roar from the crowd was intense. It was like a wave that hit the podium as the crowed began screaming and cheering. It felt magnificent; it always did when a crowed cheered Katrina. It was addictive and today even more so. Aldo and Frederick would be forced to clap and support and tow the line. Any support they gave strengthened her, any opposition weakened them.

“The reformation of these two ancient regiments by the LCAF, at my express order, are meant to firstly assure the people of Skye that Tharkad has not and never will forget you; and to ensure that those who seek to injure Skye will have to do so against the best we, as Lyrans standing together, can offer.”

The crowed continued to cheer and holler as Katrina held her hands above her head for quite. Although the crowed continued to murmur, the sound diminished to a level that she could be heard over. “This is not all, however, as the Commonwealth is more than just Skye. Next year, again at my order, the LCAF will reform the Tamar Tigers and the 2nd Brigade of Winfield’s Brigade, to show the same commitment and support to Tamar, that today I have shown for Skye.”


60Katrina stood back from the podium as the crowed again cheered and yelled,

turning to smile at the others on the platform and finally see the fixed, and no doubt agonised, smiles that Aldo and Frederick wore. Katrina bowed to the assembled nobles, who returned the gesture, some more deeply than others. Katrina then turned and descended from the steps, followed by General Regis and Duchess Aten and a swarm of LIC security agents. Katrina proceeded to walk along the barriers, greeting members of the crowed before getting into her hover limousine where Simon Johnson, head of the LIC, awaited her and her two companions.

Once all four were settled and the car, Johnson spoke. “An impressive performance Archon and one I am sure Dukes Lestrade and Steiner did not enjoy.”

“Thankyou Simon. I must admit, it was the highlight of this tour to do so. I am sure there will be some opposition, but we can only gain from this.” She finished talking as she waved at the crowds as the limo moved past the massed onlookers.

“We also gain four combat commands in frontline regions over the next two years that will go some way to countermanding the expansion of the FWLM and DCMS.” Said the General in his low voice. “A way that will have general support from the people.”

Katrina nodded. “There is not much I can do beyond these two gestures, what with the expansion of the aerospace and conventional arms to meet the requirements of the new RCT program. We are going to be a little stretched for the next two years if we see major action. Which reminds me Simon, have you determined what is going on in the DCMS and FWLM?”

Johnson shook his head. “Not in the DCMS. However, the my operatives in the FWLM have determined that despite the formation of three regiments early this year and three more scheduled for July, the FWLM depots are still full. This concerns us as either someone is supplying the League, they have managed to stockpile far more efficiently than anyone thought possible, or they have a new and unknown production capacity.”

Katarina looked grim. “Any of which is off extreme concern to the Lyran state. Spare no effort or resource. This now becomes a priority. We must know what our enemies are doing, or we will be caught flat footed when the time comes. We cannot match, even with our industrial output, the formation of six BattleMech regiments a year by the FWLM, let alone what the DCMS is producing.”

“It will be as you command Archon. I will see what I can work in with MIO and DMI as well, we need all the information we can get.”

Duchess Aten lent forward, a frown on her face. “I apologise for changing the topic Archon, but the two new regiments will soon be overrun by Sanglamore Academy graduates from here on Skye, many of whom will listen to Lestrade before you.”

Katrina smiled at her ally and placed her hand upon the other woman’s. “Thankyou for your justifiable concern. I agree that these two regiments cannot become weapons for Lestrade. As part of their formation, and that of the Tigers and 2nd Winfield, each regiment will have a third of its people drawn from Donegal, Tamar and Skye, with the officers being handpicked by General Regis and Simon here. There will be little chance of using these units against us. I also intend to assign the 1st Rangers as your personal


61regiment, so you will have a hand in selecting its people. I want these regiments loyal to the Commonwealth and its people, not the nobles of Lestrade’s disaffected following.”


62Chapter 21 System CDSISS 00827, Deep Periphery 15 July, 3023.

The Captain of the ship looked out across the vista of stars before him before lowering his eyes to the planet that spun past well away below his JumpShip, looking like a small grey coin. The planet, designated CDSISS 00827d, was largely inhospitable, unless one had the resources and bloody mindedness to really want a colony to suffer. Like many of the planets in many of the systems that his ship and others like it, from both their own fleet and that of their allies, had surveyed, it was worthless. The only real value to having surveyed the system would be if it was ever required as a supply base.

Seven months the Captain and his ship had been out here. Seven long lonely months, with just the crew as company. Four more months until he was home. Well, not so much home has as in surveyed space. Home was another six weeks from there. Despite all that, he was happy for the solitude. He never really fitted in back at home, never had, never would. All parties were happy to see him out here, himself included. Here with his ship and his books, he could while away the hours as the scientists on board took their measurements and did their tests.

He has seen some beautiful sites and seen some terrible accidents in his years in space. Gleaming nebulae, the results of ancient Super Novas, triple star systems, their planets and stars weaving intricate dances, ships shattered by the effects of space travel and the human losses of those tragedies.

Whether it was all worth it was beyond him, he did not think in those terms. He was just happy to explore, happy to look about and see what was out there. Sometimes they met new people, many who had forgotten their origins, some who did not. The worlds where people were encountered were important. Many were more than moderately habitable and some were abundant in natural and easily accessible resources. These were what he was really after, those and the traces.

There were two sets of traces he looked for, for those who passed through and for those who were, like him, looking. Those who passed through were a curiosity, an important curiosity nevertheless, but still a curiosity. Those who explored, who looked, were the problem. His people did not like competition, they dealt with it forcefully. They also treasured their privacy and their isolation. That one day would be lost, unless they travelled further afar, but for now, it was his job to make sure the other explorers were not heard from again.


63Chapter 22 ComStar Fleet Base, Ross 248 Near Terra, 1 September, 3023 NOTE TO THE READER: I like WarShips, being a student of naval history for most of my life. The return of the beasts in BattleTech was a great addition and their shattering losses in the Jihad are, in my mind, a loss to the game universe. This chapter is in a way a justification for their continued use in my alternate universe in a way that I think is believable and allows them to remain the heart of any great fleet. They will not be practice targets for any nuke armed fighter jock with a cranky on. They will reassume the place of pride at the centre of any fleet, just as they once held during the Star League era.

Precentor Martial Hamilton was as giddy as a school child. He stood on the observers area within the bridge of the ComStar Battlecrusier CSS Invisible Truth. He had never, in all his long years, ever thought he would see, let alone be on, a Warship. The Truth was enormous. He had no real appreciation of the ship’s size until his DropShip had begun its close approach. It was at that point that the massive size and bulk of the huge ship became apparent. Never before in his career had he been so terrified of the power he commanded, especially now since Precentor Naval had been made subordinate to him by Precentor Dieron. He had protested, not seeing the need for having command over the fleet and not wishing to jeopardise the relationship he had with Precentor Neville. That’s why he was here, to assure the naval man that his province would remain his own. Hamilton was wise enough to know he knew precious little of naval warfare and was best to leave it to the experts. That said, he would learn all he could whilst he was here.

The Naval Precentor turned to Angus. “Would you like to give the order to fire Sir?”

Angus looked down across the ship’s bridge, feeling surprisingly nervous. “Are you sure?”

“Certainly Precentor Martial. Please, if would join me.” The Precentor Naval gestured to where he was standing and Angus descended to the Precentor Naval’s position. This was the last of the gunnery practice firing for the day. This one against a real target drone instead of floating space rock.

When he arrived next to Precentor Neville he asked quietly, “The Fire Control Officers name?”

“Adept Nonu.” The Precentor Martial turned to the young officer. “Mr Nonu, engage target

drone, fire at will. The young man responded quickly and set about his task. “Engage my target and

fire at will, Aye Sir.” He then turned to the technicians in his section, each of which was seated at a terminal that controlled part of the ships weapons. “Mr Aloysius, lock starboard main batteries on target and fire.”


64“Aye Sir, engage target with starboard main batteries.” One of the techs

answered as he punched first one button that caused the icon representing the target on the various screens around the bridge to flash red. A second button unleashed the full fury of the Cameron class Battlecruiser’s centre‐starboard firepower. Four massive naval auto‐cannon and three enormous naval lasers disgorged a torrent of fire that the Precentor Martial was in awe of, even more so since this was but a fraction of the ships total arsenal. The target, an old and decrepit Overlord class DropShip, was ravaged by the fire. Great scars were seared through the side armour of the vessel by the lasers before the arrival of the stream of heavy shells from the auto‐cannon. The lasers would have crippled the Overlord in normal circumstances, but the following arrival of the massive auto‐cannon shells ripped the heart out of the old ship before smashing out the other side. The old vessel seemed to collapse in on its self as the impact from the hits spun it off into space trailing an ever growing cloud of debris.

Mr Nonu looked to the two officers as the icon representing the DropShip faded to grey. “Target engaged and destroyed sir.”

**** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** Precentor Martial Hamilton continued to play the destruction of the old DropShip

over in his head as the Invisible Truth made a one‐G burn for four hours to rendezvous with several other ships for the upcoming fleet exercise. The flagship, a Cameron class Battlecrusier, would be joined by the three ships of the Ross squadron; the Aegis class Cruiser Avenging Sword, Lola III class Destroyer Blake's Vision and Essex class Destroyer Brandenburg Crusader, the Dante class Frigate Bordeaux from the Lyuten base and the Essex class Defender of Versailles and the Vincent class Corvette Alacrity from Terra. These seven ships were to practice what Precentor Naval Neville had called anti‐ship missile defence.

As the exercise approached, the Precentor Martial returned to the bridge and approached the naval man. “Precentor, what exactly are you planning for the days exercise.”

The Precentor Naval turned and gestured towards his little fleet as it was displayed on the screen. “Precentor Martial, the possibility exists, albeit remotely, that the fleet may have to engage in the defence of Terra at some stage or another. In such a circumstance we would be assaulted, more than likely, by swarms of aerospace fighters and assault DropShips. As you are aware, we do not have enough fighter carrying DropShips to match the massed fighter wings of a Successor State and their attendant DropShips, so we have refitted and are refitting all our vessels with a standard anti‐fighter defence system. It’ not the best we could do, but it makes attacking the fleet that much harder.”

“What is the fit out?” Asked the Precentor Martial. “Each ship, dependant on class will have from eight to forty PPC’s and a similar

number of LRM and Medium Laser batteries. This gives us a layered defence against fighters and also for close approaching DropShips that the capital weapons could not


65engage. The fit out has been costly, time consuming and there are glitches and problems in several ships, but all in all it’s been worth the effort. Most ships have dropped cargo tonnage, but some have been forced to loose a capital weapon or two. Considering the opposition we will face, it is considered a fair compromise. With our own fighters and those of the escort wings, we can now have reasonable confidence in the security of the fleet.”

Angus became a little confused. “So then why is this anti‐missile drill?” “Because we have become too tough a nut to crack. One of our young hot shots

down in tactics, when looking over the defences, made the wise remark: “You know the House Lords will just use nukes get rid of us.” A stupid as it sounds, he was right. We have run multiple simulations and a few liberally applied nukes would make this fleet a radioactive cloud in no time.”

Hamilton shuddered. It would be bad enough to be caught on the ground in a nuclear exchange, but stuck in space, with nowhere to go on a massive floating target, would be something to definitely miss. “What was your solution?”

“Extend the refit. It’s all we could really do. We have decided to install a twin layer missile defence system on each of the ships. The point defence system consists of anti‐missile systems on all arcs to engage missiles that get past the outer defence. The outer defence is something new, or old, depending on your point of view. There was an old SLDF program that never got the funding it needed as the SLDF aerospace arm saw it as a threat to their duty of fleet defence. The system was first tested during the Reunification War but never put into service. It was dusted of during the Periphery uprising at the end of the Star League era and was installed on eleven ships towards the end of the conflict, but again, other programs and fleet construction and maintenance got priority. The Fleet Missile Interceptor Defence System, F‐MIDS, was shown to be useful, but never really got a chance to prove itself. Luckily, one of the mothballed ships we have access to, the Aegis class Cruiser SLS Olympic, was fitted out with F‐MIDS.”

Hamilton had listened quietly, absorbing as much detail as possible and impressed with the naval man’s own, and his troop’s ability to foresee potential threats and act decisively to incorporate counter‐measures into an already intense Warship reactivation program. “What is F‐MIDS?”

The Precentor Naval pressed a button on the console before him, bringing up a picture of the ship showing sixteen points on the hull that flashed. “F‐MIDS is an interlinked series of class two auto‐cannon that are slaved into a dedicated targeting system that is tasked solely with the interception of anti‐ship missiles. The system is autonomous and is smart enough to ignore aerospace fighters, although it can target them as required in an anti‐air mode. The system’s failing is its radar and weapon combination. It can’t lock onto large targets as the radar can’t determine the range to a large target as it becomes over whelmed by the targets size and just keep recycling as it tries to determine range. Also, due to the AC‐2, it can’t engage targets that get in too close. Hence the need for the CWIS mounts. However, with both of these missile defence systems, the new anti‐fighter defences, our decent fighter cover and the ability of the ships capital weapons to


66keeps DropShips at bay, we have a layered defence that should be capable of ensuring the safety of the fleet.”

The Precentor Martial nodded, seeing the integrated defence for what it was; a simple yet effective blend of the strengths of various weapons systems to create a network that used each system’s strength to cover the weaknesses of others. “I take it we are testing the F‐MIDS today?” Hamilton asked with a wry smile.

“Yes. The seven ships here and our on board complements of seventy fighters are going to engage five of our Terran defence wings and their assault DropShips; about 200 plus fighters and over a dozen assault ships. The attackers will seek to score hits on our warships with dummy nukes, each of which would be equivalent to a 50 kiloton hit. Even the Truth can’t survive many hits like that and the smaller ships will be out of the fight after one such hit. The aero squadrons will be testing various methods through the day to see how they can break through.”

This should be an interesting day at the office. Having a bunch of hotwired fighter jocks lob nukes at us for shits and giggles. “I look forward to the demonstration. I’ll let you get on with organising it.”

**** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** Precentor Martial Hamilton watched as the Invisible Truth’s fighter wing and

those of the other warships moved to break up the oncoming attack. He had never seen so many fighters in the air at once. Nearly three hundred of the buggers. Here’s hoping they don’t start smacking into each other. The oncoming fighters had several formations, each having at its core a squadron of six fighters that moved together in a tight group, apparently escorted by the others.

The fighter battle began as the attacker’s fighter sweep engaged the outlying Combat Air Patrol of the fleet. The small CAP could do little against the massed sweep, but did force a slight change in the attacker’s formation. Three minutes later the full force of the remaining sixty plus fighters from the fleet arrived, half tasked with interception of the bombers, the other half in covering the interceptors. Outnumbered almost three to one by the attacking escorts, the fleet’s fighters nevertheless scored hits on and disabled several of the incoming nuclear strike aircraft. The cost, if the battle had been for real, would have been terrible, as losses mounted past twenty fighters within five minutes. Soon enough the Truth’s and the other fleet ship’s capital weapons began firing at enemy DropShips that got too close; two being disabled before they pulled back. Then the strike aircraft began launching. Thirty five missiles were launched and almost at once the F‐MIDS system came to life and began tracking targets. To create havoc for the system, enemy fighters began to interpose themselves in front of the missiles. The pilots ran straight at the warships, trying to take hits for the missiles, but the ship’s own anti‐fighter defences and the flak pouring from the seventy fleet F‐MIDS system autocannon shattered the fighter screen. The F‐MIDS rapidly acquired targets and began to eliminate the fast moving missiles. The number dropped from thirty six, rapidly past thirty, then twenty and down to ten. As the missiles entered the inner defence envelope, where the F‐MIDS was ineffective, the CWIS


67anti‐missile systems opened up. Two missiles had gotten through the Truth’s F‐MIDS and both were engaged by several CWIS that shattered them before impact. Likewise, across the fleet, the CWIS were effective in crushing the attack in all cases except that of the Dante class Frigate Bordeaux. The missile that got through her defences hit the Frigate broadside on the port and the simulated explosion was horrendous. The ship began to roll and twist as the simulated damage gutted the centre of the ship. The engines shut down and the information being received showed that simulated fires were ranging in some compartments as other vented into space.

Two hours later the drill was over and the costs tallied. The attackers had lost two DropShips and seventy fighters for the destruction of a Frigate and thirty six defending fighters. Precentor Naval summed up the feeling in the fleet as he and the Precentor Martial discussed the day’s events long into the night. “We did well in engaging their fighters, but letting just one missile through was too costly. The shield their missile escort fighters provided was a daring and unexpected ploy and was enough to let ten missiles get too close. In future, we will have to have a number of fighters tasked for close escort and missile escort intercept.”

“As you think best Grahame.” Answered the Precentor Martial, still overwhelmed somewhat by the day’s events. He was bewildered at first by the firepower the fleet commanded and then at the ease at which a massive ship, like the Bordeaux, could be broken.

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