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Prologue

JumpShip Dire Wolf, Assault Orbit, Engadin VII
Radstadt Province, Free Rasalhague Republic
November 4th​ 3050

Ulric Kerensky, Khan of Clan Wolf, was not pleased with the state of the conflict with the Inner Sphere. He and the other Wardens within the Clans did not believe that this invasion was the correct course of action. However, after losing the Trial of Refusal, he decided that the best course of action was to win the race to Terra.

Unfortunately, an early failure had led him to be overly cautious. Despite that failure not being repeated since, he had slowed his assault to ensure victory. Had he known that one planet had been a fluke, the planet of Rasalhague would have been taken in the third wave instead of the fourth. Now, instead of leading from the front as he had initially hoped, he found himself on an even keel with the other Clans.

All that would change now that the fifth wave was about to commence. With the unique insights of Phelan Kell, he had a clearer understanding of the defenses the Inner Sphere could muster. Radstadt, Kandis, New Oslo, and another fifteen worlds were targeted to fall in a massive push that would put Clan Wolf unquestionably ahead of the other Clans. Eighteen worlds in a single wave was certain to draw the ire of the ilKhan.

Leo Showers will try to slow us, but nothing will stop our march.

Chapter 1

Avalon City, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
February 8th​ 3039

"I don't like it," Hanse Davion remarked to his wife.

Melissa Steiner, his wife and co-ruler of what everyone was now calling the Federated Commonwealth, stroked his cheek. "I'm sure it's just a phase. She's a curious thing."

They were conversing about their six-year-old daughter, who had decided to immerse herself in the culture of the Draconis Combine, their hated enemies. Bilingual in English and German, she was picking up Japanese at an even more absurd rate than she learned everything else. Their little prodigy was a source of pride, but her latest focus of attention bothered Hanse, especially as he was about to go to war with the Draconis Combine.

"We keep our children shielded from the media as best we can, but word always leaks. I'll have half the Draconis March enraged at the thought of Princess Katherine adopting Combine ways."

Melissa shook her head. "Hanse, she's not doing anything. She's learning the language, trying some of their food, and maybe wearing an occasional garment. It's nothing."

"Justin says she's conducting deep searches and asking her MIIO guards to look into an ancient form of picture books called 'manga.' When we were on Tharkad, she even asked the same of an undercover LIC agent, and Allard is still giving his counterpart grief over it."

Melissa laughed. "I'm sure it was a coincidence. What would you have us do? Forbid her from pursuing something she finds fascinating? She hasn't let any of her other studies slip. She's already surpassed Victor in her education."

Hanse sighed. "I would prefer she focus on the customs of our family, not those of our enemies. I don't want to stifle her curiosity about foreign ideas, but I'll insist she limit it to learning, not praxis."

His wife poked him in the chest. "I won't argue, but you'll have to be the one to talk to her."

The ruler of the most powerful nation-state in the galaxy made a face.

"Don't even try it! You're the one who takes issue with it, so you can resolve it."

He made a conscious effort to scrape together personal time for the children, but his days were so filled to the brim that he often felt as if he were speaking to strangers. He knew his wife had a closer relationship, and he could argue that it would come across better from her… but a wise strategist knew when it was best to retreat.

With a groan, he kissed her and headed for Katherine's rooms.

The guards at the door, as well as the ones in the hall, merely nodded as he passed. He had no desire for pomp and formalities in his daily life. He knocked on his daughter's door, and she answered it.

"Come in."

As Hanse entered, she put down her datapad. Her features were a mixture of his and Melissa's. Her golden blond hair framed a face that appeared deceptively adorable, and her blue eyes had already been admired by media outlets. They shimmered with an intellect that was difficult to fathom.

Her precocious nature had not revealed itself at first. Up until she was around three years old, they had been concerned. She would wail and cry seemingly at random times, have spurts of remarkable developmental progress, and then weeks of just staring at nothing. Naturally, they had the best medical doctors, neuroscientists, and child psychologists examine her. The New Avalon Institute of Science had the very best in the medical field, but despite numerous scans, they could not determine the cause of her strangeness.

And then it just stopped. No more crying, ever. Her progress in motor skills and language was no longer sporadic, but a continuous ramping up of her abilities. By four, she was perfectly proficient in English and German, and soon, she was reading at an adult level. It was breathtaking to witness.

It was decided to advance her schooling, but not beyond her brother, who was two years older and quite bright himself. Promisingly, young Victor began to improve his own already stellar academic performance.

"What can I do for you?" Katherine asked.

"I wanted to check in on you and talk about some of your recent interests."

She nodded. "I am doing quite well." She smiled, but it lacked warmth. It was the same type of smile Hanse himself used when speaking to members of the media. "I am also learning fascinating things about the Draconis Combine and its early history."

Hanse frowned. "That is my concern."

"Naturally, as you are quite busy running the Federated Commonwealth, you rarely check in on my interests. When you approached, you seemed on guard, so I put two and two together, and it became clear. I say this to preempt any awkwardness in addressing your concerns."

He sighed. "Katherine, I'm sorry for not having time…"

She held up a dainty hand. "Father, this was not an attempt to use guilt in a bid for your time. I understand the importance of your role."

The real problem Hanse had was that he didn't know how to talk to his own daughter. Victor and Peter were easy to talk to, and of course, Arthur, his fourth child, was too young to talk. She spoke like an overly formal adult at times. It was more than a little strange.

Well, if she wishes for a more formal and adult dialogue, let's try that.

"I'm glad you understand, but even if I cannot change the circumstance, my apology is still sincere. An apology is not always an admission of mistake or a suggestion that a change of course is needed. However, a change of course may be necessary regarding your interests."

She gave him a small smile and a nod. "Apology accepted. What must change?"

"Your interest in the Draconis Combine is unseemly. They are our enemies. They killed your uncle and remain a grave threat to our nation."

She shook her head. "The Draconis Combine is currently our enemy; its people need not be. Nor is their culture hegemonic or exclusive to the Combine. The roots of the Kurita family are based on the Japanese of Terra. Those same cultural touchpoints exist within the Federated Commonwealth," she gestured with her hand. "Exeter VII, for example, has a strong Japanese minority, and one can order typical foods that you would find in the Combine."

Hanse knew that during one of the early invasions of the First Successor War, when Kurita had plunged deep into the Federated Suns, they had left personnel and non-combatants on several worlds. He didn't care about ancestry and disliked blind discrimination based on ethnic heritage, but life was never that simple for a royal family.

"Yes, but you are my daughter, and the idea of you fawning over another culture instead of our own rich history will be used by my political enemies. Read as much as you like, but avoid speaking Japanese in public, and absolutely do not wear a kimono or prattle on about their insane bushido nonsense," Hanse commanded.

Katherine quirked an eyebrow. "Don't worry. If I fail a test, I promise I will not ask to commit seppuku."

Hanse blinked. Had she just made a joke? Katherine? He gave a small chuckle. "At least you understand how morbid and absurd their beliefs are."

She frowned. "Suicide is disgusting, but seeking an external way to cleanse shame from failure is not absurd. Father, I'm not some ninny who believes all cultural norms are equally beneficial, but there is value in it. Nonetheless, I will, of course, obey and avoid outward displays of fascination with the Combine culture."

Hanse smiled and then pulled her into a hug. She reciprocated, but to a lesser degree than most children would.

"Ah, my little genius, I knew you would understand why this is important."

"Of course, but when I do get older, I think we should consider developing further ties with our enemies over time. You and mother began the process of uniting the Lyran Commonwealth and the Federated Suns, and it was only possible because of shared values. By allowing cultural exchange and mutual understanding, you make long-term peace possible. And should we still desire to unite all the Successor States under one banner, good relations will make that more acceptable to the Combine population."

I must remember, she is intelligent and understands facts, but she does not yet have experience in the world. She has never felt the loss of a sibling to the snakes, never had to see a casualty report and recognize names, never witnessed innocent workers run through with a sword like...

He could feel his anger stir and he quashed it.

"When you are older, we can discuss it." Since he was there and had nothing pressing, he didn't leave right away. "What else have you been studying?"

"I am reading about past military campaigns. I especially enjoy ancient historical battles from Terra…"

Hanse, an accomplished warrior and MechWarrior pilot, listened and talked with his daughter for nearly an hour. Military history was an odd hobby for a six-year-old girl, but it made him wonder about her future. Would she follow in her grandmother's footsteps and become a MechWarrior?

She's far too young to start learning, but if I plant the seed now…

Avalon City, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
March 2nd 3039


Agent Patricia Ainsworth looked at her new charge as she ate expensive sushi. Patricia had been transferred due to some reshuffling in personnel to meet the requirements for the continuation of Operation FLUSH. The casualties had been heavy, and Ainsworth had already lost three good friends. Her move to serve as head of the protective detail for Princess Katherine Steiner-Davion felt like a demotion, even though it was a literal promotion. She wanted to be in the fight against ROM, not play babysitter.

Well, that isn't fair. The girl needs protection given her parents, but she hardly needs a babysitter.

Despite her tender age, Katherine was quite the capable child. She was respectful and cooperative, and had never caused a scene. She'd heard horror stories from her peers who had provided protective services for the children of political VIPs. One of the more humorous stories was now forever tainted, as the one who had told it was killed by a sniper's bullet seven months ago.

"Are you sure you don't wish to try any?"

"I'm on duty, Highness. Plus, you should eat up so you can grow big and strong."

Katherine muttered something to herself, and Ainsworth resumed scanning the diner. She had a driver with another agent outside, one guarding the back entrance, while a final agent had overwatch from half a mile away on the 30th floor of a hotel. The odds of ROM targeting the royal children were exceedingly unlikely, but they weren't the only threat.

Maskirovka is less effective than ComStar, but Liao is reckless and cruel enough to want to hurt Prince Hanse Davion by harming his children.

House Liao had been crippled by Hanse Davion, co-ruler of the so-called Federated Commonwealth, a name used by nearly everyone, though still technically unofficial. The two nations, each with hundreds of star systems under control, had come together via marriage. Justin Allard, now the head of MIIO, had been a double agent who had infiltrated Maskirovka and caused chaos for years, meaning Liao was still trying to recover and rebuild their intelligence and espionage organization. Regardless, Ainsworth was determined to provide the highest level of professionalism.

She tensed as someone walked in with their hands in their coat. Her hand was on her laser pistol, but the man was simply withdrawing some D-Bills to pay for his order. Ainsworth looked back at Katherine, who was using her chopsticks quite easily. The knife and fork next to her plate had gone unused for the sushi and the rice.

Few knew that the princess was at this diner. She wore a light disguise, which included a cap with her hair tucked underneath it. Her clothing was drab, and if anything gave away that she was a VIP, it was Ainsworth herself. They were in the heart of Avalon City, so that wasn't all that rare, given how many important nobles and military officers resided there.

A distant boom could be heard, and her communication device clicked on.

"Vehicular bomb triggered within a three-mile radius. Threat Assessment: Low. Your call, Grove."

Ainsworth sprang into action, grabbed Katherine firmly, and made for the back door.

"Arrow Protocol in effect, Overwatch; do you see anything worrisome?"

"No ma'am, all clear."

The car screeched as it braked suddenly, and the automatic door opened. Still holding Katherine in her arms, she dropped her inside and grabbed the door handle to close it. This wasn't the normal vehicle they drove; this one had reinforced ferrosteel, even better than some armored tanks. It could drive over an explosive device, and the occupants would be safe, though due to the potential for quick stops or heavy weapon strikes causing a crash, the seatbelt design was more harness-like.

She moved to secure the princess in her harness, but it was already done. Her sharp eyes noticed the knife next to Katherine. It was the same knife from the diner.

"Ice secure, move."

The car sped off and Ainsworth gestured toward the knife. "Why did you take that?"

A better question is how. I immediately grabbed her; when did she pocket it?

"When my bodyguard gets spooked and makes a run for the exit, it behooves me to arm myself in case of the worst," Katherine replied in the same unbothered tone she had when ordering her food.

"You should be careful; you could have hurt yourself when I picked you up suddenly. Please hand it over."

Katherine picked up the knife and rotated it to hand it over to Agent Ainsworth hilt first.

"As a weapon, it isn't all that useful and could be difficult to even cut with, given how dull it is. The purpose would be to strike into an assailant's eyes."

What is up with this kid?

She shook her head. "I know things like this can be scary, but you don't need to worry. I'll make sure any bad guys can't get you."

The princess let out a small sigh and opened her datapad and began reading.

I ought to distract her a bit so she doesn't dwell on this event.

"What are you reading?"

"I'm reviewing the performance specs of Mendham Electronics' latest targeting computers."

Ainsworth's brow furrowed and then a few things started to click together in her mind.

"We didn't start off on the right foot, did we?"

Katherine looked up. "Do not worry, your performance in your duties is adequate."

"Grove this is Bastion, all clear. No further hostilities, threat assessment reduced to Minimal."

"Confirmed, will be returning all the same."

She looked back at the princess.

"I apologize for interrupting your meal; however, it's better to be safe than sorry."

"Understood, I won't question a specialist. I can always have more delivered, but I do enjoy seeing the economy in action as opposed to just reviewing data."

"Is that part of your schooling?"

"Personal hobby."

"Personal hobby?" Ainsworth said with some dubiousness in her voice. It was one thing to be a genius intellect who could understand concepts that young adults thrice her age would find challenging in university schooling; it was another to enjoy reading up on them.

"Yes, the way markets operate is fascinating. Given the varied levels of curtailment of personal freedoms by the different Successor States, we can see the consequences. However, the core economic theory that was the foundation of economic thought begins to break down at the extremes, given the constraints of space travel. The concepts generally work, but given the inability of technology to challenge the vast asymmetry of information..." the princess trailed off, "regardless, theory is great, but experiencing something provides value that isn't always quantifiable."

Ainsworth understood most of that. She was a graduate of the New Avalon Institute of Science prior to joining the MIIO, or the Ministry of Information, Intelligence, and Operations to use its full name. She wasn't a graduate of the College of Finance, but the core curriculum included references to those subjects.

It wasn't a requirement for the protective detail to get along well with their charges. In fact, some preferred to maintain an arm's length distance, feeling they operated better that way. In other cases, the principal, like Prince Hanse, preferred an arm's length and limited interaction outside of professional duties.

"You were quick and sure with grabbing the knife, I didn't even see it. Have you had formal training?"

There was hesitation in Katherine's body language, and then she replied in a wry tone. "If you're asking if I've been certified for close combat with edged weapons, no.'"

"Well, we'll have to rectify that, and we'll get you certified in small arms as well."

Katherine cocked her head. "At my age?"

"Why not? Normally, this would be an issue, but you're not a normal child."

Katherine was still and silent for a few seconds and then nodded sharply.

"Yes, arrange it for me, please. I believe you already have my schedule."

Ainsworth congratulated herself; already her opinion on her given assignment was changing.

Avalon City, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
April 3rd 3039


Being X had screwed me once again; I just didn't know how yet. This life was simply too good to be true. Sure, I was once again in the body of a girl, but not an orphan this time; in fact, I was royalty! There was no hardship or deprivation. Why was I here? I had been certain some terrible fate or oblivion would be what I had to look forward to upon my death.

Dying had been unpleasant enough, and I had thought it but a prelude to what would occur next. Speaking of my death, it was a rather cruel irony.

I had no reason at all to fight so hard to protect the person I had been ordered to assassinate. The death of General Rudersdorf had been the entire purpose of me being with the convoy. It soured my stomach as I remembered how desperate I had been to make the defense look believable. The company I led had used our protective shells to literally body block the explosive formula and the shots fired at the plane. I had underestimated how many Albion elites had been part of the assault, and the wave of fire had torn apart my defenses. Had I been using my normal stratagems, I would have dodged. I should have dodged. But I didn't; instead, I let fear of my duplicitous mission being found out cause me to take a poor risk.

Occasionally I wonder if my heroics saved the very person I had been sent to kill. There was no way of knowing, as this was clearly a completely different world.

A universe where I was a princess in the lap of luxury. The daughter of Prince Hanse Davion and Archon Melissa Steiner. Only this time it was not an alternate universe where magic existed, but an alternative universe of science fiction, or possibly just my own universe from my first life, just far flung into the future.

My earliest years, I had little memory of; I suspect it was all in jumbles, from cramming two lifetimes of memories into a tiny, undeveloped brain. By three, everything I knew had returned to me, and I wondered greatly why Being X had stuck me here. The universe I lived in had advanced due to Faster-Than-Light technology, or FTL, that made use of jump drives to allow JumpShips to catapult from star system to star system.

The specifics of the technology and the Kearny-Fuchida Drive didn't make it possible to just zip around the Inner Sphere, as the locals called it, but it did make it possible for hundreds of star systems to be controlled by a ruling family. My family.

The history of this universe was fascinating. Nearly all of humanity had eventually gathered around the government known as the Star League, which had ruled for hundreds of years. As far as I could tell, the history of this universe was almost exactly like that of my first life. I was born in 3032, making it over 1,000 years in the future.

The Star League had formed in 2571, but by 2780 it had been broken apart, with various factions fighting to reunite it. Five Great Houses led the charge in what would be called the Succession Wars. Of course, the cultures, languages, and customs from Earth, now known as Terra, continued to exist, though with some significant blending and changes. Still, for a thousand years of history, they were quite recognizable!

The most recognizable one was my own Japanese heritage from my first life. It had found its home in the Draconis Combine, ruled by House Kurita. However, it was not like the modern Japanese culture I had come from; it was more... feudal. The Federated Suns, ruled by House Davion, was similar; instead of democracies, they too had a throwback to a more medieval period. Its culture was a mixture of English, French, and Spanish. The Lyran Commonwealth under House Steiner had a strong Germanic flavor, but like the Draconis Combine, that was due to the rulers at the top. It also had others, like Irish and Scottish cultural groups.

The Free Worlds League was literally a hodgepodge of a dozen different groups led by House Marik. The Capellan Confederation, under House Liao, had retained a Chinese-dominant culture. It really was fascinating; I wondered if the cultures remained as attached to their 20th-century counterparts as they were due to the relative lack of intermingling caused by being literally on separate planets without an easy way to travel. Just because JumpShips existed didn't mean the vast majority of the population ever traveled on one!

Unless you were in the military, were very wealthy, or worked in an industry that involved the transportation of goods off-world, you likely never left your home planet. The facilities to create JumpShips were extraordinarily rare, and there were never as many as nations and companies would prefer to have. That was the true bottleneck for the economies of the Inner Sphere. A JumpShip could traverse 30 light-years in an instant, but afterwards, it would take around seven days to recharge, depending on the type of star it had jumped to. Meanwhile, there were no space elevators; instead, DropShips were required to bring people and goods from the surface to the JumpShip or from the JumpShip to the surface.

The Five Successor States waged bloody warfare, but over time the political map would change. It was mostly due to my father, Hanse Davion, known as "The Fox" by friend and foe alike. As leader of the Federated Suns, he brokered an alliance with my grandmother and arranged a marriage between himself and her daughter, Melissa Steiner, my mother, thereby unifying two of the five Successor States. From then on, it was known as the Federated Commonwealth, even though technically that was not the official name, instead merely the proposed option for when the eventual merger of their realms took place. This would occur when my older brother, Victor, came of age and ruled both halves. Despite it lacking full legal authority, the two realms were already merging, with our own media services and even other nations already using Federated Commonwealth to describe the alliance.

Semantics aside, the Federated Commonwealth became the greatest economic and militarily powerful nation. Not that the union didn't have its detractors within it; many people still clung to the view that they were distinct nations. Especially the Lyrans on the Lyran Commonwealth side, which I think had much to do with the perception that Hanse Davion was at the helm. There was some truth to it, though my mother had put her foot down at times over certain decisions.

At the same time the two halves of the Federated Commonwealth had come together, the rest of the Successor States had become a bit more fractioned. The Draconis Combine had fought the Federated Commonwealth, and in the aftermath, a buffer state between the Lyran half of the Federated Commonwealth and the Draconis Combine was created: the Free Rasalhague Republic. It was a stroke of political genius for House Kurita and had occurred when I was two years old. It allowed them to focus on the Federated Suns portion of their borders.

The Capellan Confederation has lost a tremendous number of worlds, with a full third of them either being conquered by the Federated Commonwealth or having broken away. The St. Ives Compact was formed when Candace Liao left the Capellan Confederation with her lover, who had been working as a deep undercover agent. Justin Allard was now the Intelligence Secretary and ran the spooks of the Federated Commonwealth. The St. Ives Compact was technically an independent nation, but a 17-system nation could not long survive if we didn't back its existence.

Perhaps the strangest thing about this new life was that warfare was conducted with BattleMechs, which were basically bipedal humanoid tanks ranging from 20 to 100 tons. They could only operate due to the fusion reactor within them that produced enormous amounts of electricity. The technology was fascinating, and since the reactor didn't release neutrons, the heart of a BattleMech doesn't become radioactive.

Weapon systems were mounted on these BattleMechs, or 'Mechs for shorthand. Lasers, missile systems, Particle Projector Cannons, and more were used for devastating effect. A battalion of BattleMechs was typically more than enough to crush any average sized Planetary Defense Force. Pound per pound they were better than any armored vehicle, and infantry were basically useless against them. Artillery could sometimes do the trick, but the BattleMechs had absurd levels of mobility for how heavy they were, and all those tons of armor allowed them to shrug off even swarms of missile strikes.

Of course, average does not mean all. Tanks could be massed into regiments themselves and they could pose a threat if you grouped enough of them together. In fact, our own military used combined force tactics rather effectively. While our Regimental Combat Teams, known as RCTs, had the core of their fighting strength in the typical mech regiment of 108 'Mechs, they also had versatile and powerful support units: three armored vehicle regiments, five regiments of infantry, two aerospace fighter wings, and a battalion of artillery.

Personally, if I were running the military, I would put a bigger emphasis on artillery. When properly deployed, they had been the true gods of the battlefield in my era during my second life. Technology had advanced, sometimes in rather odd ways, but given the specs of our Long Tom artillery pieces, I felt that our combat doctrines could use them more effectively. Given my age, I hadn't had an opportunity to affect change. But if I got the chance, I would take it.

My own father seemed to be steering me toward becoming a MechWarrior. I did not want to die fighting on the front lines; however, being a MechWarrior commanded much respect. In many ways, they were analogous to knights, and with the way the Inner Sphere had devolved, to varying degrees, away from free market ideals and democracies back into a form of quasi-feudalism, being a 'knight' had value.

Beyond just the desire to please my parents, as children should do, it was always better to have a skill and not need it, than not have the skill at all. This was doubly true for me personally, because the odds of Being X just allowing me to live my life out in peace were basically zero. Given my unique perspective on warfare, drawn from the rich history of my first life in which I had voraciously read, and my firsthand experience on a variety of fronts in my second life, I did feel qualified to make some adjustments to how we went about things. Sometimes it takes an outsider's perspective to find the optimal solution.

Tharkad City, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
June 11th 3039


Victor Steiner-Davion, heir to the Federated Commonwealth, had been raised almost entirely on Tharkad. It was a cold planet, but he enjoyed playing in the ice and snow under the careful watch of men in suits. His father was often in the Federated Suns half of the Federated Commonwealth, but his mother spent a lot of time on Tharkad, so it wasn't so bad. His father was busy, especially now with having to fight against those snakes!

His mother was sad these days, and Victor was old enough to know why. His Oma, Katrina Steiner, the former Archon of the Lyran Commonwealth, was very sick with cancer. Victor was sad too, but he didn't like being sad, so he kept busy and tried not to think about it.

He liked it a lot when Katherine spent time with him on the planet. She was weird and tried to act like a grown-up, but girls were weird anyway. She was nice though and liked watching the videos of the fights on Solaris with him. Solaris was the Game World where MechWarriors would fight each other for honor, glory, and money. It was the best!

He knew he wouldn't ever get to fight there, but he would be a MechWarrior. His mother had told him he could start simulator training early, but only if he kept up with his academics. Which was easy, though when he learned Katherine was already pulling ahead of him, he demanded that he too do more advanced work. She was his younger sister; if she could do it, so could he.

"Look at that! Those missiles all hit on the right side of his 'Mech! See how he's turning to protect his internal structure? That's so smart, do you see?"

His sister gave him a stare. "I'm watching it with you. My datapad is even on the table over there."

"Yeah, yeah, but don't you think its great?"

"I do. I also like how he uses cover and retreats when his heat levels get too high. His 'Mech, the Orion, only has 10 heat sinks, so prolonged use of all weapon systems is detrimental."

Victor nodded excitingly. "Yeah! The Orion is a good one, but not as good as the Victor."

"You just like it because it matches your name, brother."

"No! Not true, it has the best weapon! And it can jump even though it is an Assault 'Mech!"

Katherine gave him another look. "The autocannon/20 is a fine weapon, but dependent on ammo and is short ranged. Also if it is damaged, it has comparatively very little offensive power in the rest of its kit. The Victor is a fine 'Mech but not the best."

"Name one better!" Victor challenged, defending the Victor.

"That depends on the role you wish for. In a direct one-on-one battle, the venerable Atlas will crush a Victor. However, for the same price as a Victor, you could purchase three Blackjacks and strip away a Victor's armor in minutes before it could close on any one of the Blackjacks. Spread them out in a way that forces the Victor to close on one, and its rear armor will get shredded," his sister replied.

"Yeah, but if any of them get too close, they are done for! With those jump jets the Victor can make himself a hard target for those autocannon/2s. When we're older I'll prove it to you in the simulators."

Victor was confident that his sister was wrong. The Victor was the best 'Mech and that was all there was to it.

Katherine chuckled, another weird thing. She laughed like an adult, instead of really laughing.

"If you say so, brother. I look forward to seeing how good you are after watching all these Solaris battles. No doubt, it will be fun."

Tharkad City, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
October 20th 3039


The war against the Draconis Combine was progressing with far more difficulty than Hanse had anticipated. He admitted to himself that he had underestimated his enemy, but deep down, he sensed there were additional problems at play.

ComStar, they are doing what they did when I fought against Liao. Helping my enemies while they feign neutrality.

The conflict had started well; in little more than a month, he had captured 34 worlds of the Draconis Combine. He had been pleased not just with how his own Armed Forces of the Federated Suns had performed, but the AFFS was only one half of the equation. The military of the Lyran half of the Federated Commonwealth, his wife's realm, had proven effective as well. The Lyran Commonwealth Armed Forces had pushed into the Combine with a fury that matched his own AFFS forces. The LCAF had succeeded in all their initial objectives handily.

Things began to take on a sour note when a Draconis Elite Strike Team (DEST) unit managed to infiltrate and severely wound General Nondi Steiner, killing several of her high-ranking subordinates. The unfortunate security failure threw the Lyran side of the conflict into disarray.

Then came the Kurita counterattack. Justin Allard, his right hand and head of the MIIO, had briefed him that the Coordinator of the Draconis Combine, the traditional and vicious, hidebound Takashi Kurita, was not the driving force behind the counterattack. Instead, it was his son, Theodore Kurita, the Gunji-no-Kanrei, who was responsible for the highly effective defense of the Combine.

The reprisal strikes on Federated Suns worlds have turned the public against the conflict.

He was the First Prince, the undisputed ruler, and in effect, the military dictator of his nation. However, he also knew that going against the will of the people for too long would have disastrous consequences for his reign, and for his children after him. Part of the reason he was on Tharkad was to speak with LCAF high command and to get some advice from his mother-in-law. While he was here, however, he would spend some time with Victor, Katherine, and Peter.

Victor was his normal, excited ball of energy when Hanse was around. Peter fed off of that as well, but at four, it wasn't as if he had much to contribute to any conversation. Katherine was well-mannered but borderline aloof.

"Father, the local news station is saying that Great-Aunt Nondi being so badly hurt is why we are losing. They say that she was the reason the first attacks went so well, that you and the AFFS were just following her lead, and that with her out of commission, we stand at the brink of disaster." Before Hanse could reply she continued. "Yet, at the same time, on New Avalon the media says it is Lyran incompetence that is dragging the war effort. Since I've not been given liberty to review intelligence on the conflict, I can only wonder if the true cause is lack of effective cooperation between the two halves of our realm. What are your thoughts?"

If MechWarrior training doesn't pan out for her, she could always become one of those circling sharks in the media.

"There's a grain of truth, but the situation is more complicated, Katherine," he replied.

His wife added in, "Katherine, your father has done nothing but meet with military leaders and discuss the war effort since he arrived; the last thing we need to do is discuss it now at our family dinner."

"But I want to hear about the battles," Victor pleaded.

"It is quite all right; we can change the subject. I have been meaning to ask both of you about how much autonomy I have with my name and image," Katherine replied.

"What do you mean?" Hanse asked, curious as to what his daughter was getting at.

"I am largely dependent on the largesse you provide. I have all my needs met, of course, but when I wish to spend Kroner or D-Bills on frivolous items, I feel a sort of guilt in doing so, especially during a war footing. However, I believe I can become sponsored by various corporations who could use my likeness for marketing their products in exchange for their products or simply for pay, which I can then use to purchase things."

Melissa frowned at her daughter. "If you would like something, we will just get it for you. The Federated Commonwealth is the wealthiest of nations."

"That may be true, but it would feel better if I was earning the money used to buy things."

Hanse knew deception when he saw it.

"We'll discuss it after dinner."

She nodded, and Victor tried to draw the conversation back toward the war with the Draconis Combine, but Melissa firmly put her foot down. After dinner, he reviewed the latest data that had come in via JumpShip. It matched what had been sent over by ComStar, but he always wished to double-check now. ComStar had a virtual monopoly on communication between the stars thanks to their iron-fisted control of the HPG-Network. He was convinced that their reversals were due to ComStar trickery. The Coordinator's son was forward-thinking and had proven capable, but the Federated Commonwealth had the numbers. They should not be having this much trouble.

The other way of communication was having reports and information come along with JumpShips. A final method was one of the most highly kept secrets in the Inner Sphere: the K-series transmitter, known as the "black box," and occasionally called a "fax machine," after the old tool from ancient Terra. It was nowhere near as instant as the HPG, taking days or weeks to travel the same distance as HPG transmissions. HPG transmissions were instant but could only travel so many light years, which required another HPG station to forward the message, and so on. At each step, ComStar knew exactly what was in those messages. The scientists and the NAIS were working hard to improve the black boxes, but for now, they would still be reliant on ComStar.

My enemy.

Turning away from work, he returned to his wife's side, and they summoned Katherine.

"All right, my little one," Melissa began, "tell me what you had in mind in more detail."

Katherine then explained a variety of ways her image could be marketed: toys for children, beverages, hair products, and clothing lines. She had an entire business plan all lined up, as well as ideas for oversight to ensure her likeness wasn't used in a way that would damage the family's image.

Melissa was nodding along and seemingly was already convinced, but Hanse wanted to push further.

"The truth now, Katherine, why do you want to do this? Why do you wish to obtain wealth independently? And why so many different ventures, what exactly do you wish to purchase?"

Katherine looked from him to her mother and then back to him.

"I dislike being dependent on others; I want to be able to have some control over my life. Being able to control how my likeness is used, with reasonable oversight, gives me a measure of control that I crave. The funds, which I believe will sum up to potentially millions of C-Bills, would be used to invest in well-run companies that will allow me to increase my capital."

"You want money in order to make more money?" Melissa asked.

"Yes. Money represents freedom. Perhaps I wish to donate a sum to a charity that I find valuable; I do not wish to have to beg for the state to provide it. Perhaps if I become a MechWarrior, I would like to purchase an upgraded targeting system for my issued 'Mech."

Hanse felt a smile come to his features.

So my talk did convince her. It is always difficult to read her, but that is good to hear.

"Katherine, we would never give you anything less than the best if you become a MechWarrior."

"Still, my point remains, and so long as suitable controls are in place, I don't understand why you would disallow me."

Hanse looked over to his wife. "Her birthday is coming up."

Melissa nodded. "Yes, it is, I think we can allow it, but I'd like final say on each of the ads and companies she works with."

"Happy early birthday, Katherine. In addition – when you get back to New Avalon, I'll give you a million D-Bills and have a graduate student at the NAIS work on setting up a portfolio for you."

A grin, almost predatory, appeared on her visage.

"Thank you so much! This is the best birthday gift I could have imagined; I love you both."

They hugged their daughter, and the moment of beautiful family tranquility was over. He had a war to salvage; it would likely be months before he would be able to have another family dinner, like the one they had enjoyed today.

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Chapter 2

Tharkad City, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
January 11th 3040


The Federated Commonwealth had suffered a serious setback. We were, in essence, two realms, each purported to be an equal match for the Draconis Combine, yet the conflict had ground to a bloody draw. I was eager to get my hands on the actual combat data, to analyze the mistakes and uncover the truth beneath the headlines. But that was a distant hope. My parents, indulgent as they were, had their limits, and state secrets entrusted to a now seven-year-old were a line even I dared not cross. All these thoughts and more remained on my mind as the family gathered to mourn the death of my mother's mother.

I was extremely giddy with the leeway they had already given me. A million D-Bills? That was absurdly generous. The D-Bill – officially known as the Pound – fluctuated against the universal currency, the C-Bill, typically within 5-10% in either direction. There had been exceptions, of course, such as during the Fourth Succession War, when the D-Bill plummeted in value due to ComStar's Interdiction. Fortunately, the drop had been short-lived, stabilizing quickly once the war ended.

To put it in perspective, this was more money than a skilled middle-class worker would earn in a lifetime. It was just shy of the purchase price of a 'Mech – granted, only a 20-ton model – but still! The economy operated on a scale of trillions of C-Bills, as did the yearly budget, but for me, this was an incredible windfall. And the best part? I could earn even more through my gig work as a child actor.

I planned to kill two birds with one stone in that regard. My strategy was simple: invest in companies I intended to push marketing campaigns on later. The laws on insider trading were laughably lax, and if anything ever came of it, I could always plead childish ignorance. Not that I expected trouble. I had already made arrangements with Agent Ainsworth and Evelyn – a NAIS finance grad student – to create a fictitious identity for my equities trading. MIIO's fictitious identities held up under any scrutiny, and, of course, I had the added layer of being the child of the two rulers of the Federated Commonwealth. Few securities were as ironclad as that.

In a bizarre fashion, the market was illiquid and primitive compared to that of the 20th century. The bid-ask spread to buy shares could be enormous, and financial instruments lacked complexity. This made sense, given the significant lag in transmitting information and the absence of a true Inner Sphere-wide stock market. Most planets operated their own markets, catering exclusively to companies based on their world.

The funeral for my Oma was a somber affair. Victor was the one most impacted, as he spent nearly all his time on Tharkad, while I was shuttled between the two capitals. Typically, I traveled when other important individuals were on a Command Circuit of JumpShips as well, such as my father, mother, prominent Marshals, Generals, or high-ranking Ministers.

Command Circuits were becoming more commonly used, especially now that nearly half of the Inner Sphere was under the same banner. A Command Circuit was a series of JumpShips that were already charged and ready to jump. One JumpShip would enter a system, release its DropShip, and fire its thrust toward the awaiting second JumpShip. That JumpShip would immediately jump to the next system, where another fully charged JumpShip would be waiting. Instead of being stuck in a single system for seven days at a time, you could jump in and out of a system on the same day. The only time consumed was the travel time for the DropShip to move from JumpShip to JumpShip within the system.

JumpShips were the bottleneck for all economic and military movement. Having JumpShips used solely for a Command Circuit was horrifically inefficient and could delay factories from being productive for months if necessary components couldn't be shipped in. They couldn't be used arbitrarily and had to be planned in advance. Using them for military purposes, as my father had tried to do during the recent conflict, also wreaked havoc on the economy, likely contributing to some of the unrest and the push to end the hostilities.

If only more JumpShips could be produced, but alas, the few factories that build them don't fully understand the technology behind their construction. The NAIS has been researching it for decades to no avail.

As I spent more time around my siblings, their personalities and quirks started to become more apparent. Victor was eager to prove himself and fully engaged in everything he attempted. Half-measures were not his thing. Peter was less intense, but that might just be his age. He was likable enough, at least for a small child. Arthur was two, and Yvonne was still a baby, so neither of them had much of a personality yet.

With the signing of the Exeter Accords, I decided to push forward with another of my efforts: peace through rational dialogue. Ideally, even if I became a MechWarrior, there would be peace, prosperity, and no wasteful conflicts. To that end, I wanted to see if it was possible to befriend the future leaders of the Inner Sphere through extended communication.

Going in order from easiest to most difficult, the natural place to begin would be the St. Ives Compact. While unimportant on the larger geopolitical scale, they would also be the easiest due to the nature of their relationship with the Federated Commonwealth. The husband of their ruler is literally the head of MIIO for my father – joined at the hip would be putting it mildly.

Candace Liao had three children around my age. Kai Allard-Liao, heir to the St. Ives Compact, was around Victor's age, making him nine – an excellent age to begin corresponding via letters sent through the gulf of space. I've probably been in the same room with him when I was younger, too.

She also had twin daughters who were my age, Cassandra and Kuan-Yin. At that age, it may be too early, but it couldn't hurt to try. The next easiest realm would be the Free Rasalhague Republic. The young heir was Ragnar Magnusson; unfortunately, he was two years younger than me. Still, it wouldn't hurt to feel out the waters. There was tension between the Lyrans and the FRR, but not significant tension. While it had helped the Draconis Combine to have that buffer state in place, many Lyran worlds were quite happy not being on the Combine's doorstep and instead next to one of the weaker powers of the Inner Sphere.

After that, it got tricky. Marik was technically allied with Liao and the Draconis Combine, but theirs was a weak alliance, created only due to the fear of the union of the Federated Commonwealth. Isis Marik was also five, like Ragnar, so again, not much hope for intelligent correspondence, but the seeds could be sown for future ones now.

It was a toss-up for what was the more difficult challenge: House Liao or House Kurita. We had just fought a war with House Kurita, but it was well known that Romano Liao was a nutcase. She also had an intense hatred for her sister and House Davion. Getting her to agree to correspondence from the Fox's scion with her children was unlikely. Kurita could be even worse, given that we had literally just gone to war with them. And while my father had drummed up a sufficiently believable casus belli to appease the Federated Commonwealth citizenry, it was in fact a war of aggression against the Draconis Combine. They would have no reason to play nice with me.

I'd review my plan with my parents, marshal my arguments, and see if I could help kick off an era of much-needed stability!

Avalon City, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
February 27th 3040

Agent Ainsworth had been impressed by how quickly Katherine had taken to unarmed training. Her reflexes were incredibly sharp, and she was already able to execute quick strikes with power behind them. Well, relatively speaking, of course; no matter how well thrown, a punch from a seven-year-old was never going to be deadly.

She won't always be this young.

She had a bit of a harder time, but only in comparison, with the other sections of training in martial arts. Katherine's instincts were always to attack. Any sort of defense was only temporary for her to land a hit on an opponent's vital areas. The hand-to-hand training she was putting the princess through was a modified version of a MIIO field training, less extreme given her age. Parts of it combined traditional boxing, judo, and evasive techniques. Drills where she only had to put up a defense in the boxing section were clear irritants for her.

"Patricia, I'm never going to have the mass or strength to block shots by putting my arms up. I should focus on ducking or weaving instead."

"Highness, this is part of passing your certification in unarmed combat. If you wish to fail, that's not a problem – you are still young, after all."

The princess gave her a harsh glare. "You aren't slick, Agent Patricia. That was an obvious ploy to get me to shut up and get with the program."

"You dislike failure, and not demonstrating proficiency in the core underlying styles of combat would flunk you out of MIIO unarmed combat training."

Ainsworth was still figuring out what motivated the young princess, but some things did clearly seem to work, even if her ploy was transparent to the disturbingly perceptive royal. After they finished the training, it was time for a brief lunch, during which Katherine spent her time reading on her datapad.

"This is Bastion to Grove, checking in."

"All clear, Ice is heading to range in twenty. Has live weaponry been removed?"

"Nest has confirmed."

Despite the safety precautions at any live-fire training range, Ainsworth thought it best to add extra measures. Upon arrival at the empty range, she handed Katherine a low-powered training laser pistol. This could create enough heat for the computer sensor to pick up where the shots struck the target, but not enough to cause more than mild irritation to the skin.

The pistol's size was standard, though it appeared large in Katherine's hands. Ainsworth explained the safety instructions and demonstrated its functions. There was a safety to prevent accidental discharges, and she showed Katherine how to turn it off and on.

"I've set the target at the 7-meter mark. Go ahead and fire ten shots. You won't see where your hits strike until they appear on the HUD to your right."

Laser pistol in hand, Katherine oddly put her second hand up under her trigger hand.

Is the weapon too heavy for her?

She fired twice, paused, then fired eight more times. Ainsworth looked at the display.

What? Did she snow me over? Has someone else had her trained?

The first two shots were slightly off target, but the last eight were perfectly on the bullseye. Seven meters was a short distance, and any MIIO firearm-certified agent could do the same, but she was only seven!

I need to see for sure.

"Not terrible for your first time. That grip is odd, though – maybe that's why you missed twice. Let's see how you do at fifteen meters."

She saw Katherine tense a bit and felt a bit bad for her deceit.

The targets were pulled back and she told Katherine to begin.

Unbelievable.

Every shot hit dead center. There wasn't even a plausible lie she could say about that performance.

"Better, has someone already taken you to the range?"

"No one has," Katherine replied solemnly.

"All right, this range extends to 25 meters, so we'll see how you do at that distance. To make it more interesting, the target will move. You have twenty seconds to fire your ten shots."

"Understood."

Ainsworth struggled to keep her jaw from dropping. Nine out of ten perfect shots, with one narrowly missing the bullseye and hitting the inner ring. That was as score even field agents would be proud of at that range and with a moving target?

"Hmm, I expected at least some recoil, but there is absolutely none. Is this because it's a training pistol?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, no, it's a laser-based weapon. Lasers don't use propellant," Ainsworth answered, still trying to wrap her head around what she was seeing.

"Ah, that makes sense. I really should have realized that. That was foolish of me. I know how lasers work," Katherine said, clearly irritated with herself.

"Katherine, that shooting was nearly flawless. I'm impressed. You might even want to consider competitive shooting tournaments when you're older, if sporting events interest you."

"Hmm, no need for flattery. You're already my favorite by a large margin. I've also shared my positive thoughts on your professionalism and interpersonal skills with both Justin Allard and my parents."

Feeling both satisfied and disturbed, Ainsworth realized that even if no actual threat ever made an attempt on Katherine's life, this would still be the most interesting role she had ever played in the MIIO.

Tharkad City, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
June 2nd 3040


Victor didn't often get the chance to play with other children – mostly just the offspring of various Dukes and other important figures. He found those kids annoying for the most part, always formal and nervous. So when the Kells came to visit Tharkad, he was genuinely excited; he knew a Kell wouldn't be boring.

The Kell Hounds were a mercenary unit and one of Victor's favorites. They weren't as large as Wolf's Dragoons, but they were far more loyal. The Kell Hounds didn't work for just anyone; they always fought on the side of the good guys. They had always worked nearly exclusively for House Steiner, and more recently also House Davion.

Morgan Kell was incredibly famous. His Archer 'Mech had battled the snakes and even pursued some of their greatest warriors deep into the Draconis Combine. He was also related somehow to Victor's family. Morgan's son was about Victor's age, and this was their first real chance to play together. With Katherine and Peter also staying on Tharkad for the next month, life was looking pretty great for Victor.

The first chance they got, Victor eagerly suggested a snowball fight. Katherine declined but promised to watch – though Victor noticed her datapad was already out. His weird sister carried that thing everywhere, always engrossed in whatever she was reading or doing. She sometimes even had it out while she was walking!

Phelan was game, and soon he and Victor were hurling chunks of snow and ice at each other with wild enthusiasm. Peter joined in as well, though his throws barely went a few feet. Still, he seemed to be having fun running around, getting pelted, and then flopping over into the snow. With the many layers of clothing he was bundled in, Peter's tumbles couldn't have hurt, even when he landed somewhere other than the snow.

Victor got hit with one in the face and then threw a snowball of his own back at Phelan. Mother said Phelan was younger, but he was already taller than Victor. The snowball didn't quite reach him as Victor had misjudged the distance. Phelan laughed. "A little short there, Victor."

Victor felt something switch inside of him.

"What are you trying to say?"

"I knew it! You're mad you haven't grown. The 'little prince' is such a proper name for you."

Victor had almost never been insulted like that before – maybe even never. The one other kid his age who was actually fun to play with was mocking him. The sting of it made his anger flare, and without thinking, he rushed at Phelan.

"You take it back, now!" Victor demanded.

"Or what?" Phelan smirked at him.

Victor threw a punch at Phelan, but the taller boy easily dodged it and shoved him into the snow. Victor came up sputtering, the cold biting at his face, and swung again. Phelan laughed, clearly enjoying himself, and moved to shove Victor once more. This time, however, Victor was ready. He grabbed Phelan's arm, intending to hurl him to the ground. But before he could, Phelan twisted his hands in some practiced motion, and suddenly it was Victor's arm that was seized. He hit the snow again, frustration and embarrassment mounting.

"You done, little prince?"

Victor fumbled through the snow, his fingers brushing against a small rock, which he swiftly threw at Phelan. The younger boy blocked the impact with his arm but cried out, surprised by the unexpected hardness of the snow. Victor closed the distance, tackling Phelan to the ground. He landed one solid punch before the larger boy managed to shift their positions, landing a couple of blows in return.

Victor heard someone shout, and before he could fully react, Phelan was off him. Through his watery eyes, he saw the boy attacking his sister! Struggling to rise, he noticed that the men and women in suits had swiftly stepped in – one helping him to his feet while others pulled them apart.

"You arschloch! Try to touch my sister again and I'll knock your head off!"

Phelan just laughed. "You just lost against me, save your words."

Victor felt awful, it was true, he had been losing badly to a younger kid. He wasn't going to lie. Further conversation was cut off as the LIC agents bustled him away.

"My apologies for not intervening earlier, Highness, we thought you two were just roughhousing."

"Its fine," Victor muttered, "not your fault."

"You don't look hurt badly, but you might get a blackeye."

"I said it's fine. Is my sister okay?"

"Yes, she's fine."

Good. His screwup hadn't caused anyone harm. He'd gladly accept that silver lining to his humiliation over the alternative any day.

Tharkad City, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
June 2nd 3040

It was truly amusing how colloquial sayings from my first life were still around a thousand years later. The phrase 'boys will be boys' was something I heard the LIC agent say to another as they listened to Phelan insult Victor. I watched as the fight broke out, noticing little Peter standing nearby.

I sighed, thinking I'd better make sure he didn't get too close as it looked to get physical. I put my datapad down and moved forward and beckoned Peter to come over, but he just ran in the other direction.

Children.

I chased after and saw Phelan flip Victor over and land a well-struck punch. Always conscious of the dangers of things like childhood concussions, I moved in, grabbed Phelan's jacket, and pulled. He immediately spun, sending a backfist toward my head. I ducked and whirled around, putting my arms up, just like Agent Ainsworth had trained me to do.

Muscle memory kicked in, and I guess Kell thought it was a challenge as he sent another punch flying toward my face. I dipped under the blow and slipped to the side. Phelan matched my moves and snapped a front kick at my body. I blocked it, the impact dulled by the fact that a kid, no matter how skilled, was only nine, and I was wearing a thick jacket. Before it could go any further, Ainsworth and her LIC counterparts got between us.

Victor and Phelan continued gabbing at each other and I went back to my datapad.

"I thought you were going to get Peter?" Ainsworth asked, a strange mixed tenor to her typical voice.

"I was, but I saw the hit to Victor's face. Phelan knows how to throw a punch, and an early childhood concussion can lead to lifelong impacts."

Ainsworth looked a bit puzzled, "You think a punch could impact his mind?"

"Yes, of course. While the odds of a childhood brawl leading to any lasting damage are quite unlikely, my brother stands to inherit rulership over hundreds of billions of people. There's no sense in letting even a remote chance that a too-strong punch from someone with training could diminish his capacity in any way."

My bodyguard didn't look quite convinced but then said, "Well, you handled yourself well. I'm glad to see your training is paying off."

We went back inside and I was later brought to my mother and saw Morgan Kell and Phelan Kell waiting there. Morgan was in his 50s and wore the red and black uniform of the Kell Hounds. He carried an aura of strength that reminded me a bit of General Rudersdorf.

"Are you all right, Katherine?" Mother asked, though I'm sure she already received the report that I was completely fine.

"Yes, mother."

The elder Kell cleared his throat. "I'd like to apologize on behalf of my son, before he apologizes as well. Phelan ought to know better than trying to hit a girl, especially one younger than him. Not as an excuse, mind you, but as an explanation, I wanted to let you know that he spent many years growing up on Outreach."

My mother frowned. "How does that explain why your son thought he could try to give my seven-year-old daughter a beating?

"On Outreach, they let children tussle and fight with each other, and they don't segregate those fights by gender. Phelan was just raised differently, and when he saw her put up a guard, he didn't think there was anything wrong with a spar. He now knows better."

"I accept your apology, Colonel Kell. You and my grandfather were cousins, so we are kin. I could point to several times in your history where you and your Kell Hounds were responsible for me even being born." I told him.

Which was quite true, the Kell family had saved my grandfather, my grandmother, and my mother at various times from different threats.

Morgan bowed. "You know your family history. Thank you for your graciousness." He straightened and put his hand on Phelan's shoulder.

"I apologize, Princess Katherine. I realize it was inappropriate to attack you in that manner, and it will not happen again," he said solemnly. "Although…" Phelan's visage took on a mischievous glint. "If you did want to spar, I would be honored to face you in the circle."

"Morgan!" Melissa addressed Phelan's father.

Morgan chuckled. "No, we won't be having any sparring. Thank you for your time, Archon. We'll be heading out of system soon enough."

Melissa gave the older man a hug. "Be well, Morgan."

Avalon City, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
March 24th​ 3041


I liked my parents; they had learned well from the War of 3039. They realized that having two separate militaries was not ideal. To that end, they had created a High Command consisting of the top brass from both the AFFS and the LCAF, with an eye toward uniting both militaries. The new combined military would be called the Armed Forces of the Federated Commonwealth, or simply the AFFC.

This had not gone over well on the Lyran side. In particular, the Duke of Porrima, one Ryan Steiner, had loudly denounced the move that would degrade the militaries of both nations. One memorable line that resonated with me was, "How can there be an Armed Forces of the Federated Commonwealth when a Federated Commonwealth does not yet exist?" The dragging of feet in forming the new nation was strange to me.

My parents believed that my brother Victor, with his claim to both the Steiner name and the Davion name, would be the best solution to quell the nationalists who did not want the realms merged. He would be the first-ever Archon-Prince. It was a decent enough plan, but with these things, I felt it was better just to pull the Band-Aid off. People would get over it already; almost everyone was already calling it the Federated Commonwealth, or FedCom, these days anyway.

One interesting trend I noticed was that my investments among companies always experienced much higher bumps for equity value in Lyran space than elsewhere, specifically any time I joined a marketing campaign with my likeness or with an ad that could be played via holovid. They seemed to love seeing my likeness in ads and responded with a significant increase in product purchases. This was an oddity – was it because I was female? The last two Archons had been women: my mother and grandmother. Did they associate me with the Archonship because I was a girl?

Either way, it told me where I needed to concentrate my marketing efforts. I'd already tripled my original investment just from company value appreciation and from salary for the commercials. I resolved that with the next big company I worked with, instead of a flat fee, I'd be looking at a tiny sliver of royalty for every future product sold. In the short term, it would bring in less revenue, but since I was only eight, in the long run, it would easily be more advantageous.

They weren't just combining the military, but also the intelligence and spy agencies – MIIO and LIC – into the Federated Commonwealth Intelligence Secretariat, or simply FCIS. Justin Allard would be heading up the new organization, another pain point for the Lyran nationalists. From their perspective, everything was being run by the Davion side of the partnership.

I would have liked to preempt problems that could lead to an ugly civil war, but my options were really limited. As it was, I felt stymied by the fact that my letter-writing attempts were rather lackluster. I wasn't even allowed to try with Liao or Kurita. I was ignored by Marik. I did see some success with the Allard-Liaos, but their father was regularly in the company of my father, so it didn't change anything at all. Still, I did correspond – just because we were already political allies didn't mean that tie couldn't be strengthened and become personal allies in the future. Ragnar of the Free Rasalhague Republic sent a reply, but it was bland and clearly written by a diplomat.

I had tried a few times to see if any form of magic or sign that my magical circuit still existed in this body could be found, but sadly, there wasn't even a hint of it being there. The only residual benefit of having been an Imperial Mage in terms of this body was that my mind was far quicker than in my first life. My soul and my biological mind interfaced together, and my instinctive reaction times, from being used to calculating and fighting in a fast-paced combat environment, had carried over. I wasn't superhuman or anything, but my reflexes and speed of thought were certainly in the 1% of the 1% of humanity.

While my parents were keeping me only two years ahead of the typical childhood education curriculum, I was already learning far more in topics that would not be addressed by said curriculum. Military history was a passion of mine, but I was also branching out into learning the ins and outs of the technology of this time. I had begun accessing academic papers from the College of Engineering and College of Chemistry at NAIS. Evelyn Durand had graduated and taken on an adjunct professorship, so gaining backdoor access was easy.

Not that I probably couldn't have just asked my MIIO minders, or even simply my father, but I liked to do things on my own. To that end, I'd also started sending a small amount of money to other accounts in false names that I had created. The Lyran Commonwealth had some planets that didn't report census data to Tharkad, meaning false identity paperwork with an origin from those planets had no cross-reference risk.

Things were progressing nicely on multiple fronts, which always made me nervous. I knew Being X had some sinister agenda. There was no way he had me reincarnated into a life as wonderful and interesting as this, without any strings attached. So I would wait, be watchful, and prepare.

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Chapter 3

Avalon City, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
April 2nd​ 3041


"They want the Com Guards on every Lyran world now, not just the Federated Suns? Why?" Hanse demanded.

Justin Allard pulled up the display and showed the news reports from the planet Ko.

"Terrorists – a separatist faction of the Free Skye movement – attacked an HPG facility. That's the excuse they're using," Justin answered the First Prince.

"Is there proof it was Skye Separatists? Why would they target a ComStar facility?"

"It likely wasn't actual Skye Separatists, but the evidence they gathered is enough to hold up in the court of public opinion. Ryan Steiner demanding that the Skye region 'cease senseless violence' and 'not lash out blindly' when frustrated has sealed people's perceptions that it was the separatists." Justin paused, then added, "ROM covered its tracks well on this one."

The Skye Independence movement had been a thorn in the Lyran Commonwealth's side for a long time. However, with the creation of the Free Rasalhague Republic, it had renewed calls for action. Events had taken an ugly turn, and it was Ryan Steiner, of all people, who had settled things, which made Hanse highly suspect of the whole affair. He didn't think Ryan would dare attack a ComStar facility, but the weasel would certainly play along with whatever games those bastards wanted to play.

He could refuse ComStar, but that would lead to another Interdiction. The NAIS had said that a new generation of Black Boxes, the K-2 Series, could be out as soon as next year. It would boost travel speed significantly but would still be woefully behind the speed and vast network of the HPG network ComStar controlled.

Hanse gave a frustrated sigh. "Begin negotiations with ComStar. Try to push for non-BattleMech units. Give ground as needed, but like on the Federated Suns worlds, anything larger than a company of 'Mechs is our line in the sand. Those damn parasites milk the entire Inner Sphere of its wealth; they likely have thousands of 'Mechs available to them for their Com Guards."

"Maybe," Justin hedged, "but I doubt they have the officer corps or training to use them effectively."

Hanse wasn't so sure; they probably had the best simulators in all the Inner Sphere, given their technological edge. He needed to strike back, make ComStar hurt. They continued to grow more and more powerful, and he feared that their famed neutrality would go completely mask-off during the next conflict.

"Expand Operation FLUSH to beyond the Federated Commonwealth. I want suspected ROM agents in the other Successor States eliminated."

Justin grew still. "My Prince… if we do this, we risk having those agents discovered. Some have been successfully slipped into places of importance. We'll need them if conflict arises again, and it will take years to replace them."

"We need to bleed and distract ComStar. As for our most important and highly sensitive agents, they won't need to assist. But mind you, I want results."

Justin made a note and nodded. "I will begin operations. Marik worlds are a target-rich environment; we'll start there."

Hanse stood up. "On to happier stressors. What mischief has Katherine gotten into now?"

Justin let out a small chuckle. "Let's see… she's become proficient in handguns, rifles, knife combat, hand-to-hand combat, and has started explosive ordnance disposal training. She's more than tripled your initial grant of funds, in part by practicing privileged market manipulation. Ah, what else… She's also accessed classified data from NAIS and forged several false identities, two of which have created a dummy corporation. In her spare time, she's attempting to connect with future nation leaders from around the Inner Sphere, and oh, she's started writing a treatise on changing our Regimental Combat Team makeup, suggesting a greater emphasis on artillery units."

Hanse smiled broadly. "Oh, is that all?"

"I know you are proud of her, and for justifiable reasons, but I have some concerns. She's recently adjusted the balance of companies she does marketing ads for, with a focus on the Lyran Commonwealth side. With her talents, intellect, and fair features, it would be easy for her to try to push to become Archon over her brother."

He shook his head firmly. "No, Justin, I don't think she would do that. They get along quite well; you read the report on what happened in Tharkad when the Kells visited. She moved to help her brother. No, I believe she'll be his strong right hand."

"They are still young; I just foresee difficulties if he ever chooses a course that's cross-purpose to her ideas. She's already showing some worrying psychological signs in a few key areas."

"She was raised with a 24/7 protective detail. Of course, she has some mild paranoia. I may not know everything that makes my daughter tick, but she is loyal. I know you're just doing your job, but trust me on this."

Justin said nothing further on it and instead replied, "I'll go begin the work on expanding Operation FLUSH."

Hanse waved his friend away and sat back in his chair. He was very proud of his daughter. The only thing missing was MechWarrior training, and she was still too young for that.

And she's already indicated interest. No, there's nothing I would possibly want to change about my daughter.

ComStar First Circuit Compound, Hilton Head
Island North America, Terra
August 13th​ 3041


Primus Myndo Waterly seethed at the latest reported losses of ROM agents. Three more deaths in Marik held worlds, and now word that on An Ting from the Draconis Combine every single ROM agent was killed.

"This is "The Fox's" doing." Waterly announced in a clipped tone at the meeting with the Precentor's of the First Circuit. She wished it wasn't' necessary to even consult the First Circuit, but ComStar was not yet ready to act with just one voice. She knew she had to content herself with being the Primus, but it galled her that her progress was slowed because a majority of the First Circuit could overrule her.

"How surprising," Precentor of Tharkad drawled, "that there would be objections to foreign BattleMechs on more FedCom worlds."

"You know our plans require a buildup of troops on these worlds. We can never realize the blessed work of Jerome Blake without these steps." Myndo countered.

She recalled the contentious time during the 4th​ Succussion War. The fools couldn't see the danger of Hanse Davion. If that man went unchecked, he would unite the entire Inner Sphere under his rule. If that happened the Word of Blake would never spread through the entire Inner Shere. He was quite literally an existential threat to the very purpose of ComStar.

Precentor New Avalon scowled. "This bloody conflict is wasteful. ROM has suffered, and with distrust of ComStar reaching new heights, important missives that aren't urgently time sensitive are being sent more frequently by JumpShip. Our cipher breakers are also struggling to keep up with each of the Successor States creating new codes for messages sent via HPG network."

"Then let us cripple MIIO and all the agents we even suspect of taking part in their 'Operation FLUSH' in the last several years. We have more than enough C-Bills to fund thousands of the criminal element. ROM can strike where they are most concentrated, in Avalon City. They can use lowlife thugs to conduct a string of robberies, acts of terrorism, and the like at the same time we target Davion agents."

Precentor Rasalhague looked concerned. "This represents a significant escalation. Are you sure this isn't part of your vendetta against Davion? A chance to see some of the work at the NAIS damaged and delayed?"

Hanse Davion was a threat for more than one reason. The NAIS and the push to advance the technological state of the Inner Sphere was a second prong of attack against ComStar. They could not allow that hotbed of discovery to continue to function, she had lost that vote however after the disastrous first attempt.

"No, this has everything to do with a warmonger who thinks he can murder our people on his whim, I ask for the consent of the First Circuit to enact this operation."

The vote was close, but it had succeeded. The groundwork would take time to prepare, but soon Davion would learn that his precious Avalon City was not nearly as secure as he thought it was.

Tharkad City, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
January 6th 3042

Victor had just finished his first run in a 'Mech simulator, and it had been everything he had dreamed of. His mother's smile had seemed sad, but he didn't know why. Maybe it was because he was growing up? He understood that the concept of seeing a child grow from boy to adolescent could be hard on a parent.

Yes, that must be it.

His instructors had said he had done a really good job and that he interfaced well with the system. When he piloted a real 'Mech, with a real Neurohelmet, it should be just as easy. He had read up on how Neurohelmets were the only real way to make use of the 'Mech's gyroscope and myomers. The better the connection, the smoother the movement of a 'Mech. A simulator used similar technology, but since it wasn't hooked up to a real gyroscope, it wasn't always a perfect 1:1 ratio of what it would be like piloting a 'Mech.

He was looking forward to showing off his 'Mech piloting skills to Katherine next month. Last time they spoke, she had mentioned she would see if they could grant her permission to try out the simulator, even at her age. Victor hoped his parents agreed; he wanted to show her how great the Victor really was.

It made him laugh how insistent he had been about how great that 'Mech was. He admitted to himself, yes, he was very biased. It was his namesake, so why shouldn't he be biased? The 'Mech had a grand history and fulfilled a couple of different key combat roles. When he attended and then graduated from Nagelring, he would ask his parents to let him pilot a Victor.

He glanced at the time and realized he needed to get changed. There was another formal dinner to attend. Being the designated heir and destined to be the Archon was sometimes a real drag. People always wanted things from him. They showered him with baseless flattery and promises of friendship. Always with the lightly delivered ask of, "and if you could put in a good word about me to your mother…" or sometimes it was for his father. He was quickly growing sick of it.

Fortunately, his mother would be here for this event. When both his mother and father were away on New Avalon, it was always worse. The buzzing nobles were like vultures at those events. He supposed he was antsier than normal because, if the event ended soon enough, he could get in another round on the simulator before it was time to sleep!

Avalon City, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
August 18th 3042


Ainsworth stayed close to Katherine as she walked through the open-air market in the suburbs of Avalon City. They were well away from the city center, where such a place would simply have no room to spring up.

Not to mention the nobility and well-to-dos would thumb their nose at something like this.

Katherine was different; she enjoyed seeing the 'price discovery at the most micro level' with her own eyes. Ainsworth knew that in other cities, the destitute and poor would congregate toward the urban center, where they could access services and plead hardship with people who had the means to spare a pittance. Not so in Avalon City. Resources for those lacking shelter or food were made available, but only well away from the city center.

Out of sight, out of mind.

The market they were in was by no means a poor one; she would not allow Katherine to go to any rough areas. In reality, these areas had once been their own towns and villages but had now become simply known as Outer Avalon, as Avalon City continued to grow, and grow, and grow. This was where the middle class of Avalon City lived, though many worked within Avalon City proper. Over time, they had been priced out of the city center. It was one of the reasons why Prince Hanse had instituted housing within the NAIS that was free for those who passed the rigorous entrance exams; otherwise, even the average family couldn't afford to send a bright would-be student without forcing them to commute for hours.

"Grove, this is Bastion. HQ has picked up a sharp uptick in criminal activity in Avalon City. It looks to be cover for hostile action. Threat Assessment: High within the inner city. Safer in your area. Repeat, do not return until Threat Assessment is lowered."

"Acknowledged." Ainsworth switched frequencies, "Overwatch, keep an eye out, we'll kill some time by grabbing food at a local restaurant."

"Kat," the nickname Ainsworth used for Katherine when she was partially incognito, "something has come up, and we'll want to eat something here. What sounds good?"

Princess Katherine had her hair hidden by a headscarf and wore a denim jacket two sizes too large. They varied her disguise when traversing public areas. The primary reason was for her safety, but a secondary concern was that, now that she was in the media more often, she could quickly be mobbed by people wanting to get a picture with her or talk to her.

"Let me see," she pulled out her datapad, "judging by the health inspection reviews, there should be a good spot just up the way. They make a fantastic bouillabaisse, according to the reviews."

Putting the location in, they soon arrived and sat down to order. The restaurant had a mix of clientele—pricier than a regular diner but not fancy enough to warrant high prices. It was a true mix of the regular people of Avalon City.

"Grove, this is Bastion. Multiple attacks are happening. NAIS was hit, as was St. Joseph's, and three attempts on the palace were stopped. The First Davion Guards RCT has been mobilized. You'll have a lance of VTOLs headed to your area in 10, and a platoon of soldiers inbound as well. Fox wants Ice escorted back. The path will be clear on return."

"Understood."

"Change of plans, Katherine, we can get it to-go."

She simply nodded, as utterly unworried as she ever was.

The communicator clicked on again, and Overwatch was on the line. "Grove, we just had 5 hovercars pull up front, multiple inbound on the rear as well. Engaging."

Ainsworth had already identified where to go in the event of an attack; she did so in every building she went into with her charge. She drew her laser pistol and stood up to take Katherine to the kitchen area, where there would be only a narrow pass to get through, as opposed to the openness of the seating area. However, as she prepared to move, men charged into the restaurant, and several threw grenades into the seating area.

She flipped the table, then clutched Katherine tightly and curled into a ball. The grenades went off; fortunately, they were not high-quality military-grade. Unfortunately, they were still grenades, and the wooden table only partially stopped the shrapnel. She felt pieces strike into her back and leg, but none got through to Katherine.

"Over here, she was at that table."

How? Only seven people knew where we were going to be, and every one beyond reproach.

Wounded, but not fatally, she rolled out from the partially shredded table and fired two accurate shots, her laser pistol taking two of the armed men in the chest. In the blink of an eye, she noticed that only a few had laser pistols, one had a needler gun, and the others had what looked like old guns with solid slugs.

Tactically, she couldn't use the table as cover with Katherine behind it. She moved, not letting herself be a stationary target. The archaic guns were loud, and fortunately, they all shot at her, not at Katherine, who was still behind the table. The smoke, the sudden death of two of their comrades, and her movement made most shots miss. Most.

A cloud of needles from the needler had mostly missed, but two hit her in the arm. She spun around and hit the ground and crawled behind the bar counter. She heard the crack of a sniper rifle and the roar of the armored car outside of the eatery.

She glanced back to the table and her heart stopped when she didn't see Katherine. Had she run? She wouldn't know that the back entrance had more hostiles! Ainsworth grit her teeth as the volume of fire pinning her down kept coming.

"Grenade!" shouted one of the men and Ainsworth knew she had to move. She hurled herself back over the counter and took a slug to her chest for her troubles. She did have a small-arms rated vest underneath her suit, but it still knocked her back. Her quick shot was thrown off by that and then she saw Katherine.

Using the sound-cover of the grenade she had moved from her hiding spot and launched herself at one of the assailants back. Her blade tore through his jugular, and her little hand clamped down on the laser pistol as it was dropped. One noticed the movement and turned, but Katherine brought the laser pistol up and drilled him between the eyes before he could finish bringing his own weapon to bear.

Ainsworth shouted and charged straight for the men, hoping to keep their attention on her and not the princess. The laser pistol struck her thigh, and she stumbled, which probably saved her life as three other people with slug throwers spat death but shot too high due to her fall.

She tried to rise, but her leg had been drilled to the bone. The wound was cauterized by the laser, but the leg was useless. Bodies dropped to the floor, and Ainsworth looked up to see that the remaining attackers were now all smoking corpses.

"There's more coming from the rear," she gasped out.

Katherine nodded and took cover.

"No, hide, what are you doing?" Ainsworth bit out.

The assailants from the rear arrived through the seating area, and Ainsworth rolled onto her back, bringing her laser pistol to bear. Before she could even fire from her poor position on the floor, the first two who rounded into the area were dropped with pinpoint-accurate shots. Then the next one. After that, she heard men arguing and yelling, but no one else came through.

"Grove, come in, Grove, Grove!" Ainsworth realized her focus had narrowed during the firefight and she had tuned out her communicator.

"I'm hit, less than combat capable, Ice is unhurt. Status?"

"Several from the rear have left, but three are still inside. Along with 11 from the front. Hold out for another minute, help is on the way."

"The three from the back are dead, the shootings stopped, can't tell how many we got, but I think they are all dead." Her voice was less strong and her vision was growing a bit blurry.

"Grove, repeat, are you saying all hostiles are dead?"

"Yes… think… so."

"Grove, our agents are on the way in now."

"Katherine," she shouted with the last of her energy, "friendlies, inbound."

And with that, she felt consciousness slip from her grasp.

Avalon City, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
August 18th 3042

"Is she safe?" Hanse paced nervously. If his daughter was hurt, he swore he would take his 'Mech and march it straight to the ComStar facility and raze it.

"MIIO confirms, Ice, err, your daughter is safe. No wounds. Her protective detail has two severely wounded being taken to the NAIS for emergency surgery," Justin replied crisply.

"Thank God. How the hell did they know where my daughter was? Do we have a mole? A traitor? Were our communications hacked? How did this happen?"

Justin looked pained. "This is still preliminary, but we don't think she was the target."

Hanse stopped pacing and stared at Justin.

"The pattern of attacks – some look to be clear distractions – but they targeted agents who had worked as part of our field teams for Operation FLUSH. Agent Patricia Ainsworth's prior assignment was field duty for that operation. Katherine wasn't the target; Patricia was. They probably didn't even know your daughter was in the building."

Guilt came crashing down over him. He sat down and leaned his face into his hand.

"Perhaps it is time to pull back from our shadow war with ROM. Since we began Operation FLUSH, we've lost key agents, and prior to '34, ROM rarely went hot. They passively surveilled. If we back off, they probably will as well."

"And let them get away with nearly killing my daughter?" Hanse felt rage course through him. He felt a blaze in his heart, like a burning torch.

"Yes. At this point, they've probably used up several assets anyway, so it would be slim pickings. Let's pull back from this and let NAIS continue their research. Until we have far more advanced black boxes, we cannot deal with ComStar."

I almost lost my daughter!

He took a deep breath, and realized Justin was right.

"Fine. Do it. End Operation FLUSH. Remove any MIIO agents that were part of that operation from protective detail assignments."

Hanse glanced at Justin's expression.

"I'm sorry, Highness, but given what your daughter just went through, it may be better to keep Ainsworth as the head of her detail. She's been hurt badly, but the initial prognosis is that she will survive. Patricia is one of the very few people Katherine has a true rapport with. You, the Archon, and her brother are the only people she regularly speaks to outside of Patricia."

"You don't think ROM will try again?"

The man shook his head. "Attack us again? Possibly. Attack her again? It seems unlikely. I believe they weren't aware Katherine was with her. There are… backchannel communications we can use to indicate just what a bad idea it would be to try this again."

The First Prince frowned. "I'll consider it, she'll be off duty until she heals anyway. How do we play the media angle?"

"Specifically for your daughter, I would suggest no one knows. We would look weak if it was revealed a royal nearly died. Furthermore, her personality profile suggests Katherine would not want that sort of attention either. A sympathetic response from everyone she meets would cause her immense irritation."

I could see that. When my brother Ian died, I hated dealing with all the condolences.

"For the broader attack, we should highlight the successful defense. For the lives lost, we can offer scholarships to their families. We should project strength, fully condemn the attacks, and hint that it may have been ordered by House Liao."

"Liao? Why?"

"Blaming ComStar could lead to another Interdiction or signal that we aren't done with Operation FLUSH. Blaming the Draconis Combine will create fear that this was a prelude to an attack. However, by blaming it on the Capellan Confederation, the people will not fear invasion and… it creates a useful reason to attack them in the future if we can get our black boxes near parity with the HPG facilities."

If we ever can.

They both knew that House Liao could not stand up to the Regimental Combat Teams and advanced technology coming out of the NAIS. It would get dicey if the Free Worlds League or the Draconis Combine chose to invade while they dealt with House Liao, but the conquest and annihilation of the Capellan Confederation could occur far quicker than their enemies realized.

Avalon City, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
August 25th 3042

It had been a week since the assassination attempt. Ainsworth was receiving the best care in the Inner Sphere at NAIS. She had yet to be fully debriefed, but the attack itself was now classified at top-secret clearance level.

She would be out of commission for a while, and she worried about Katherine. Fortunately, the princess seemed to be holding up quite well and had already visited her twice. Two of her colleagues had also visited and wished her well, but both they and she were too professional to talk about what had occurred. That might happen later, but not until she was debriefed and the final security clearance level was granted to know details about the attack.

Interesting, I've watched the local holovid news stories, and there's no mention of Katherine. That means they are keeping it secret that she was the target of the assassination.

She had many and varied wounds. Nineteen pieces of shrapnel, some from the grenade and some from splinters of the table, had been removed. Three of her ribs were cracked, her entire frontside bruised, and part of her femur, along with all the skin, tissue, and muscle in front of it, had been melted. They would be grafting myomer onto the bone itself. Her arm would have some scars from the needler, but nothing that would diminish her capacity. Given the number of times she had been hit, she was extremely lucky.

A team came in and swept for any listening devices, and then the head of the MIIO and the newly created FCIS entered. Ainsworth knew that the FCIS was the umbrella organization, but due to the need-to-know nature of their operations, the combination of LIC and MIIO existed more on paper than in practice. Intelligence from both governments now flowed to the FCIS and Justin Allard, but the role on the ground level remained the same.

"Sir, I'm ready to provide my report."

The fact that someone this high-ranked was debriefing her meant that the whole situation would be need-to-know only. It was also a privilege to speak with him, not just due to his position as the head of the agency. Justin Allard was a legend in the intelligence community. He became the Champion of Solaris as part of an undercover operation and almost single-handedly won the Fourth Succession War with his actions against House Liao. Then he married the head of House Liao's daughter, and she defected, taking 17-star systems from the Capellan Confederation!

"Excellent. Just so you know, the First Prince is incredibly grateful for your performance. You'll be receiving the Diamond Sunburst, though it won't be announced to the public."

"I… I'm not sure I deserve it, but I'm greatly honored." The Sunburst award was given to both civilians and military personnel for actions of great significance to the Federated Suns. It came in four varieties, with the Diamond Sunburst being the rarest and most prestigious of them all.

Justin gave her a smile. "Agent Ainsworth, you took down 15 enemy combatants and saved the daughter of two heads of state. I think you've more than earned it."

That little terror never told them??

"I'm afraid that's a bit of an exaggeration, sir. I believe you'll understand once I've finished providing my account."

Her report was thorough. It provided background information, why they were there, what security protocols were being followed, and even details like where Overwatch had re-positioned himself prior to them stepping in. Then she began telling him about the fight. When she got to the part with Katherine, the normally unflappable Justin Allard looked shocked.

"Wait, wait. You're telling me that Katherine, at age 9, killed most of the attackers? Ainsworth… perhaps we should wait to finish this later. It doesn't appear you suffered any head wounds, so they didn't perform a CT or MRI, but we can do that now. I'll also have the neuro and behavioral team from the College of Medicine speak with you. Just to..."

"Sir, I didn't hallucinate it." Her voice lowered a fraction. "I'm sure you've seen my file, I've done combat ops before, and I'm telling you the truth. Have you asked her?"

Justin narrowed his eyes. "All she's said is that you saved her life and that she hopes you recover swiftly. The Prince didn't want her to relive the trauma. We've scheduled interviews for the other survivors… but civilian eyewitness accounts of events like these are often terribly inaccurate."

"Let me finish my report, sir, and then check with her. Katherine... well, if there was ever a person built for the kind of fieldwork MIIO does, it would be her. I know that's not an option for her future because of who she is, but check her accuracy numbers at the range. Even with moving targets, it's basically flawless."

Justin thought it over and then nodded. "A sensible plan. Go on."

Ainsworth finished sharing all the details of that fateful day. Afterward, a visibly disturbed Justin Allard thanked her and left her alone in the room.

Chapter Text

Thank you to skychan for lore assistance!

Also the Date/Location can help orient where/when something is taking place. Normally I kind of force it in the first paragraph or two of a POV chapter, but with the BT norm of using Date/Location that means I don't have to worry about doing it deliberately.

Chapter 4

New Avalon Institute of Science, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
February 25th 3046



I wished it were under better circumstances that I got to spend a prolonged amount of time with one of my few correspondence partners. Kai Allard-Liao was a youth of fifteen years, and his mother was fighting breast cancer. The NAIS housed the most advanced medical facilities in the Inner Sphere, so it only made sense that such an important figure as the Prime Minister of the St. Ives Compact would seek treatment there.

The NAIS was likely even more secure than the heart of Avalon City and its palace. Two battalions provided constant watch over the critical facility, which was built in and around the New Avalon Military Academy. Only one road led to it, reserved strictly for military traffic and supplies. For individuals, arrival was possible only by flying on a VTOL or aircraft and landing at the university's spaceport. Alternatively, one could use the heavily guarded underground subway running beneath the heart of Avalon City.

I typically took the subway with Agent Ainsworth. This was one of the few places where I didn't need to wear a disguise, as biometric scans were required both to board and upon arrival. Given the number of highly classified projects and technological advancements NAIS was responsible for, such measures made perfect sense.

Given Kai's regular and faithful correspondence, I felt a social obligation to be there with him as he fretted over his mother.

"Ah, Princess Katherine, you didn't have to come," he said, glancing down.

"I chose to come because we share a bond. I always look forward to your letters," I said to him.

"You do?" He looked nervous and shy, why?

"Of course. Do you know how often I send a letter and don't get a response for months, forcing me to send a second one? It's sent through ComStar, so I know they received it. It's just rude. But you aren't like that," I explained succinctly.

Amusingly enough, we were often in the same city, though we had only crossed paths at formal functions where others were speaking. Like me shuttling between Tharkad and New Avalon, Kai divided his time between New Avalon and St. Ives – though I supposed he would now be spending more time on New Avalon.

"Oh, right. My parents taught me to be polite. Ignoring your letters would have been rude." He suddenly flushed. "But that's not the only reason I responded – I also enjoyed receiving them."

"Of course, how is your mother doing?"

His lip trembled, and for one horrified moment, I thought he might cry. Fortunately for both of us, he composed himself and replied without any emotional outburst.

"The doctors said it's a highly aggressive form of cancer, but they think she has a shot. They're going to do surgery and replace some of the tissue and muscle with an artificial substance so the cancer can't return. She'll have to undergo additional treatment, which will make her very sick."

A thousand years later, and cancer was still taking its toll. It wasn't an interesting subject to me, but I had read up on the treatments, and they weren't all that different from those I'd heard about in my first life. They seemed better at surgeries and rehabilitation, but still relied on the vitality-draining and immune-compromising chemotherapies of Earth – or Terra, as they called it now.

The NAIS survival rate was significantly higher than that of other medical institutions, and by all accounts, Candace Liao had strength and good physical health before this diagnosis.

"She is in the best hands possible, Kai. Can I do anything for you?"

Kai looked at me, and his slightly gold-tinged skin reddened again. "I… no, well, I just think now isn't a good time."

That worked for me. I don't like being around overly emotional people, my mother – who kept them in check – being the lone exception. Kai's letters had always sounded very rational, so I attributed his current emotional state solely to his mother's perilous condition.

I looked him in the eye and patted his arm, thankful that I was his height, despite the two-year difference in our ages. For once, I wasn't short! I was quite tall for my age, so I matched Kai and had more than a couple of centimeters over my poor older brother, who had been afflicted with a diminutive stature.

"If you change your mind, let me know, Kai. Best wishes again for your mother's swift recovery."

While I was at the NAIS, I figured I'd make time to visit someone. Evelyn Durand had been a wonderful help and was now a full-fledged instructor in the College of Finance. We had kept in touch, and she had introduced me to Professor Marcus Groves. Though in his 60s, the Engineering School professor was still solidly built. I sent a message via datapad and met him in his office.

"Princess Katherine, an honor to see you again, my dear. I've heard of your interest in attending NAMA, but have you considered joining the College of Engineering instead? With a mind like yours, you'd be wasted on a battlefield."

I gave him a smile. "I've never been one to settle, Doctor Groves. Why not both?"

He looked taken aback. "The course load would be impossible, I'm afraid. They run their recruits ragged, especially in the first year, where they try to weed out those who aren't cut out for it. I dare say, we can be just as challenging, but no 3:00 AM surprise wake-up calls to do PT in the rain on our side!"

I shrugged. "They do push their cadets hard, but I believe I'm up for the challenge. I also see no reason to limit myself, especially since I've already completed the core curriculum and passed my Certified Precision Systems Designer test."

The good professor gave me a side-eye. "I'm not as adept at navigating youthful humor, but you can't even take the test until you have an Engineering degree."

"True, but transcripts are easily forged, and I'm tall for my age."

"FCIS agents turned into it a training exercise," Agent Ainsworth helpfully added.

The poor man looked flabbergasted. "But why do you even need to attend this institution, then?"

"For one," I held up a finger, "I want official credentials. For two," I raised my second finger, "I want to work with you and others on the research aspect of your work." I held his gaze for a moment. "The BattleMech is the pinnacle of modern warfare. But how many ace MechWarriors have ever helped design a 'Mech? How many engineering specialists have ever utilized the very work they've directed their minds and wills toward?"

He looked taken aback for a moment, and then his thoughts appeared to race.

"I must say, the idea has a certain appeal. And of course, as a loyal and patriotic citizen, if the First Prince has no objections to placing such a workload on you, who am I to gainsay him? I will see you in three years or so."

My smile broadened a bit. "Three years? Oh no, it will be sooner than that. I'll be here for classes in six months. My parents have me on the same educational track as my brother. But in the meantime, I'd like some feedback on a little design I've been brainstorming…"

Tharkad City, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
May 6th 3046


Victor grinned as he maneuvered his Victor through the abandoned 'Mech factory. He was in a 'Mech simulator, going up against his sister once again. They'd been at it for two years now, and despite his early lead in training, it was all he could do to maintain a positive win/loss ratio against her.

She's good, but in a Victor-on-Victor battle, I'm certain I'll be the victor.

One area where Katherine excelled over him was in 'Mech variety. Victor had mastered, more or less, a 'Mech from each weight class. He used a Javelin for light 'Mechs, a Centurion for medium, a Warhammer for heavy, and, of course, his favorite, the Victor, in the assault class.

Katherine had her favorites too, but she could effectively use over a dozen 'Mechs.

She has a style she prefers, nearly all of the 'Mechs she learns are equipped with jump jets.

Victor was the better shot, his accuracy impeccable. He credited Katherine for part of his skill, as she was the clear winner when it came to maneuvering a 'Mech. Her use of jump jets to evade missiles was uncanny. When dodging wasn't an option, she often used an arm without critical weapon systems to shield her 'Mech's core, redirecting damage to less vital parts.

Warning claxons blared as Katherine's Victor rose up behind him. Victor activated his own jump jets just as the autocannon/20 began shredding the armor on his back. His computer display highlighted the damage as shards of armor tore away from his right torso and right leg. He managed to leap behind a wall of half-formed 'Mechs. Pushing forward on the controls, he rounded the corner, and the two exchanged fire.

Despite being in a simulator and knowing all of this was computer-generated, a surge of adrenaline coursed through him all the same.

His medium lasers ripped into her left torso, while his autocannon/20 slammed into her center torso. The computer simulated the roaring thunder and the jarring shake of the depleted uranium slugs firing. Four Short-Range Missiles launched from his SRM-4, peppering her left leg and arm. At the same time, she fired back with her own lasers. The heat of her beams bored into his simulated armor, while two of her missiles found their mark – striking his cockpit. Her autocannon boomed, stitching damage across his right torso.

The simulator's shake from the strike to his cockpit disoriented him for a moment – but only a moment. He ignited his jump jets a second time and launched himself backward, quickly lining up his autocannon again. Conscious of the heat buildup, he held back on his lasers and let loose with his autocannon and missiles. Katherine slightly turned her 'Mech, twisting its torso so only the left side was exposed. The autocannon ripped nearly all the armor from her left arm, while the missiles tore into her leg armor, stripping more away.

Her torso whipped back to center, and her autocannon unleashed a spray of death. However, the sudden turn had caused half of the ballistic rounds to miss.

You'll have to do better than that!

She was still coming on, so he lashed out with a full alpha strike, unleashing all his weapons. The lasers melted more of her armor over the chest, while the autocannon tore off her left arm entirely. At the last moment, missiles locked on and shredded more of her torso. As she picked up speed, Victor braced for a charging attack, but instead, she took to the air once more, raining down destruction with her missiles and autocannon.

Shit!

Victor lifted his 'Mech's arms above his head, protecting the already paper-thin cockpit armor from the autocannon's strafing. Katherine's missiles tore through more armor. Had her lasers not been disabled with her 'Mech's severed arm, she might have inflicted critical damage to one of his weapon systems.

Her Victor landed right behind him, and he turned to face her. He fired his full complement of weapons, feeling the flash of heat as the 'Mech simulator simulated the intense roasting heat of an overheating cockpit, cranking the temperature to unbearable levels. Warnings of potential internal system damage blared, but he dismissed them, his eyes fixed on the damage he'd inflicted.

His autocannon struck center-mass, breaching the internals of her 'Mech. His lasers melted away half a ton of armor from her right torso, while Victor's missiles struck true, damaging her gyroscope. Her Victor began to keel over, but she fired her jump jets and launched herself diagonally into the air, even as her 'Mech teetered on the brink of collapse.

You've got to be kidding me.

She must have somehow compensated for the damaged gyroscope, because she managed to land and unleash her autocannon with a roar, a move Victor hadn't thought possible. He felt more armor strip off his legs, but this duel was his. He let loose one final barrage, and with that, he cored her 'Mech.

Pleased with his victory, he stepped out of the simulator.

"I told you, you're not going to win a mirror match against my Victor!"

Unlike him, drenched in sweat, she still seemed perfectly composed.

"How the hell does she keep her hair looking perfect, even while connected to the simulator's neurohelmet?"

"Congratulations, brother. I almost had you. Had you not shielded your head, I would have taken the match." Katherine wore a satisfied smile, one Victor couldn't quite understand—she had lost.

"Yup, I have to pull out all the stops against you. I really can't believe we aren't going to the same academy. I get why, but it's annoying," he groused. He didn't think Nagelring would present much of a challenge, not after regular duels against his father, Justin – Champion of Solaris – Allard, and Katherine.

"Thank you. During the battle, what do you think I should have done differently?"

"Hmm," he paused, giving himself time to think. Looking at it from the other side of the battlefield required him to examine his own potential weaknesses.

She sometimes did that, looking for pointers on what to do next time. Being the wise older brother he was, he always had something to offer, even if it meant she would be an even tougher challenge the next time. The nice thing about Katherine was that, even if she disagreed with his analysis, she never got mad or frustrated. Other MechWarriors tended to be vain about their skills, but she was always eager to learn.

We may be going to different academies, but that just means we both get to take the number one spot.

Avalon City, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
July 2nd 3046


I managed to arrange a meeting with Morgan Hasek-Davion, the likely successor to Ran Felsner as Marshal of the Armies and head of the Armed Forces of the Federated Commonwealth. Morgan, a war hero and my first cousin once removed, could provide valuable insights into the current prevailing views on the use of artillery.

"Katherine, your father mentioned that you had some questions for me about military theory before you enter NAMA."

The New Avalon Military Academy would be where I was attending, and it, along with the NAIS, was joined at the hip. Some attending NAMA even referred to it as the NAIS when speaking with others. Technically, that wasn't true for anyone but me, as I was dual enrolled. Victor had been upset, but my parents were keen on us attending different academies for political reasons. There was already talk of an exchange program for the second year, which might complicate matters for me, given what I planned to do within the College of Engineering.

"I do, and thank you for seeing me, Morgan." I had debated internally whether to use his military rank, but since I wasn't a member of the AFFS and there was a familial connection, I opted for a more personal address. I could have also used his noble title as Duke of New Syrtis, but again, I chose a less formal tone for the conversation.

He smiled and gestured for me to continue.

"Our current Regimental Combat Teams consist of one regiment of BattleMechs, three regiments of armored units and support vehicles, five regiments of infantry, a battalion of engineers, and two aerospace fighter wings. Yet, we have only a battalion of artillery. My question is, why so little artillery compared to over 100 'Mechs, 300-plus tanks and VTOLs, around 40 aerospace fighters, and roughly 5,000 infantry soldiers? The artillery battalion typically only has 20 to 36 artillery pieces, and while some of the armored regiments and motorized and mechanized infantry have additional artillery support, it represents only a fraction of the firepower that a RCT uses.

Morgan leaned back in his chair. "That's a good question. However, I want to make it clear that many RCTs deviate from the templated standard. For instance, some lack the aerospace fighters we'd ideally like to see. Others may have fewer infantry, but those they do have are more elite and better equipped. RCTs are often assembled piecemeal, pulling in multiple elements as they become available. So, don't think of these formations as static or unchanging."

I nodded, already familiar with most of that. Aerospace fighters were expensive and designed for zero-gravity environments. While they could operate in atmospheres to support ground operations, doing so added risks. Their vulnerability to anti-air ground fire could lead to catastrophic losses, particularly in terms of C-Bill value.

"Artillery is useful on the battlefield, but it is vulnerable," Morgan said, gesturing with his hand. "That means your artillery needs to be defended, which ties up other units that could be focused on fighting. It also matters who we're fighting and how we're using the RCT. Artillery is most effective against infantry and vehicles, units that are either slow or limited as to what terrain they can traverse through. While our enemies are still primarily using 'Mechs to assault worlds, and planetary defense forces and militias are used to hold them. What does that tell you?"

This was basic to me, but Morgan had no way of knowing that, so I appreciated the semi-Socratic method of our conversation.

"Artillery likely works best in a defensive situation. Artillery officers are accustomed to firing solutions based on standard atmospheric conditions and the planet's gravity. When assaulting another world, however, they would be unfamiliar with those new conditions and would need to find suitable ground to fire from. This makes artillery more suited for defense, but in such situations, they would likely be facing 'Mechs. While artillery can be effective against them, they would be far more effective against vehicles and infantry regiments, which they would prefer to decimate."

Morgan nodded enthusiastically. "A fantastic answer, Katherine. You'll do well at NAMA. Artillery is indeed an important part of our RCTs, but the current numbers align well with our needs."

"The doctrine for assaulting and defending worlds differs, but if we knew a particular world's forces wouldn't be used offensively, wouldn't it make sense to fortify defensively?" I ask, continuing before he can answer. "Artillery excels against non-'Mech units, but even against 'Mechs, it can still wreak havoc. A salvo of Long Toms, Thumpers, and other pieces at the regimental level could tear apart any light 'Mechs caught in it, while shredding the armor of others and weakening them for the ensuing battle."

"I don't disagree, but it isn't always that simple. 'Mechs possess unique maneuverability, capable of crossing rivers, forests, mountains, and more. While large formations often group by lance and company, they maintain enough distance to avoid multiple 'Mechs being hit by the blast radius of a single artillery piece. Once rounds start falling, they'll usually alter their course. And since artillery must be pre-set on coordinates before firing, it's unlikely you'll hit the same unit with more than two or three rounds," Morgan explained, his tone free of irritation or condescension despite the challenge.

"That's true, but I wonder if certain predictions could be factored in. The defender controls the ground and can make an educated guess as to where the enemy will scatter... Hmm, speaking of which, you mentioned needing units to guard the artillery – why not capitalize on that concern by mining the most logical approach to the artillery positions?"

Morgan grinned. "I like the way you think, Katherine. Mines are used, but there are caveats. For one, if they aren't strictly necessary, it's preferable not to use them. Post-battle, they're hazardous to clear, and every few years, some tragic story surfaces about one detonating decades after the battle. Secondly, laying mines effectively takes time. Most conflicts aren't full-on planetary conquests. Raids are more common, and 'Mechs can be redeployed quickly, while mines and artillery remain stuck in place once they're set."

What he was saying was correct, but I did challenge him on his riposté.

"RCT worlds regularly face Periphery bandits and mercenary raids?" I asked wryly.

"No," he said, his eyes twinkling in amusement, "but it isn't unheard of. Often, RCTs are deployed to important worlds with critical industries. That deters a lot of raiders, but even our most vital worlds can still be subject to raids."

"Like Kathil in '39," I commented.

Kathil was home to one of the few facilities that could produce JumpShips and DropShips. It also had growing mech and vehicle production centers.

"Excellent example. Despite a heavy defense presence, Liao managed to make off with quite a bit of material. To be frank, I don't believe you'll have any difficulty at NAMA, despite your youth. From this brief conversation, it's clear you already have a solid grasp of history and tactics."

Ah, I see, he thinks I'm nervous about attending. Hmm, to reinforce that or clarify?

"You praise me too highly; I know I have my work cut out for me," I said, pressing on. "What if artillery could be made more useful by reducing the costs of its construction?"

Morgan rubbed his chin. "It would make it more feasible to include a second battalion, but the strategic challenges would remain the same. A more likely scenario, if we could reduce artillery production costs, would be to funnel those savings into strengthening the March Militias to transform them into true RCTs."

We spoke for a while longer, and I pointed to various historical 'Mech battles where artillery had played a crucial role in turning the tide. I didn't convince him, but I planted a seed. My push for artillery stemmed from two significant reasons. First, Being X was still going to fuck with me at some point. A fifth Succession War? ComStar shedding its faux neutrality and openly allying with Marik, Kurita, and Liao to bring down the Federated Commonwealth? That was the most likely threat, though not the only one. Lyran nationalists still opposed the idea of the Federated Commonwealth, and while the Federated Suns portion was quite pleased with it, there were still rumblings in the Draconis March that the Lyran half had ultimately cost them the war of 3039 and that they would become a drag on their military power.

Being prepared for these sorts of potential conflicts would be critical.

Secondly, my father still sought to unite the Inner Sphere under his rule. He knew he wasn't in a position to do so now—not with ComStar poised to strike us with an Interdiction should we initiate another full-scale war. But if the K-series continued to improve and eventually replaced the HPG network as the primary means of quick communication, he would almost certainly spark a conflict. Hanse Davion had learned from the lessons of 3039, and the greater technological and industrial base of the Federated Commonwealth would only serve to widen the gap between our nations as time went on.

However, if our RCTs began investing more heavily in artillery, we would become better at holding worlds than taking them. As the premier military force in the galaxy, other nations looked to us as a model when seeking to improve their own military strength. If they, too, invested more in artillery… well, that would skew the cost-benefit analysis of going to war. Peace through superior defensive firepower was the game I aimed to play.

All in all, this had been a worthwhile use of my time. I planned to have the same conversation with my great-aunt, Field Marshal Nondi Steiner, and possibly a few others – relatives in one way or another – who held high positions within the AFFC.

Avalon City, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
August 10th 3046


Hanse held his wife's hand, a gesture both steadying and intimate. He had pursued their union with the ambition of uniting the Inner Sphere, never imagining that a profound and enduring love would take root. Yet it had, and he now counted himself fortunate—blessed beyond measure. His wife, still radiant after all these years, wore a worried expression that stirred his heart with equal parts concern and affection.

"Hanse, are you certain this is the right course?" Melissa asked, her voice tinged with unease. "She's so young, and I'm still not convinced she's fully recovered after the incident."

The Incident, that is what they had called the event from four years ago. At just nine years old, Katherine had fought for her life, killing a dozen hardened criminals in the process. Fortunately, ROM had relied primarily on local criminal muscle for their brazen attack on Agent Ainsworth and dozens of other MIIO assets across New Avalon.

Counseling had already been arranged for her after witnessing an assassination attempt with so many fatalities. However, when it was discovered that she had participated herself, an entire team of cognitive specialists was assigned to help her cope with the horrors of that day.

Only, by all accounts, there were no behavioral changes from pre- to post-combat. Aside from her concern for Ainsworth and some pointed questions directed at Justin Allard for failing to uncover the attack, nothing changed. That had greatly alarmed his wife.

"My love, she is a warrior, like your grandmother and me. Like so many of our ancestors before us. It is in her blood." Hanse exhaled slowly before continuing, "Combat often changes people, but not always. Some grow hardened by it; some grow brittle. Some completely fall apart, some lust for it, and others are unaffected. The human mind has an infinite number of configurations and variations. Our neuro team says her reactions fall far outside statistical norms, but that has been true for her entire life. Is it so unlikely that our statistical outlier of a daughter would remain an outlier in all that she does?"

Melissa shot him a warning look. "Please do not ever refer to any of our children as a 'statistical outlier' again."

Hanse easily agreed to that.

"Besides, you know how much mischief she gets into when left to her own devices. Her desire for dual enrollment will keep her from pursuing her more… potentially embarrassing endeavors."

"It's fraud, Hanse. You Davions focus on war and the mechanics of industry, but Lyrans understand trade. Her manipulations mostly have legal cover, but it's shaky. The sharks in the media industry would eat her alive if they uncovered the pattern of her trades—especially after what she did with Alarion Beauty-Corp."

Hanse chuckled. He had greatly enjoyed reading Justin's report on that affair. An executive had pushed the media campaign into other off-world markets, which was a technical violation of the contract – an issue because his daughter had contracts with a variety of companies on multiple worlds. By encroaching on a competitor's space, which was also working with Katherine, they hurt profits for the other company. Damages would be limited by the terms of the contract, so they made a tactical decision to blatantly violate it. Their market position rose, and Katherine's initial investment also increased in value.

However, the principle had been violated, and it could impact her future business dealings, so she struck. She taped an interview with a media outlet on Tharkad, stating that she would no longer be working with the company due to an unfortunate skin issue from using the products she had helped launch. Immediately before that, she sold her shares. The rapid drop in the stock price and the negative news decimated sales and eviscerated the value of equities in the company.

Naturally, the company was incensed, but what were they going to do? Attempt to appeal to the courts against the daughter of the Archon? Trapped between a rock and a hard place, they reached out to Katherine to try to fix the issue. Katherine met with their CEO and demanded the firing of those responsible for pushing the marketing campaign off-world. In return, she would tape a second interview stating that it turned out her doctor's initial diagnosis was incorrect. With no choice, they capitulated.

Using her forged identity, she purchased a significant percentage of the available shares on the open market just before the second interview hit Alarion. From a financial perspective, she made a substantial amount of money, while many other shareholders suffered.

Hanse had been quick to point out that Lyran law included caveats for scenarios where someone wished to withdraw from an investment due to 'ethical' concerns. If her false identities ever came to light, Katherine could always claim she was duty-bound to withdraw from supporting a company whose product could cause medical conditions.

Ironically, her furtive trading was a better-kept secret than most military ones in the Federated Commonwealth. Quite literally, fewer than a dozen individuals knew of it. The K-series black boxes were of far more importance, and literally thousands of people – between the researchers at the NAIS and RCT commanders – knew of them. The potential for Katherine to be identified was vanishingly rare, and the little devil could always fall back on, 'I'm just a child; I was ignorant of the law.' Not that she would ever be prosecuted, even if everything came to light – rank hath its privileges, after all. It still wouldn't be good for her reputation, which was currently nearing his wife's popularity.

"Hanse! Stop smiling, and stop being proud of her for engaging in that sort of activity. She doesn't even need wealth; she has everything she could ever need as our daughter."

Melissa had initially wanted her disciplined and for it to be explained that what she did was wrong. However, Justin had helped convince her that it was best to give Katherine a long leash. Justin, concerned about the future, wanted to see what the dangerously intelligent Katherine would do. He harbored doubts that Katherine and her odd ways might not end up being loyal to Victor. Hanse thought it paranoid, but his spymaster ought to be paranoid, so he didn't mind. Not that Justin used that argument when convincing Melissa. For his part, Hanse wanted to see just how much she could achieve with a relatively small, at least on the scale of nations, starting capital.

He shrugged. "I can't help it. In one fell swoop, she made it clear to her industry partners that trying to take advantage of her would be met with a brutal response, all the while increasing her capital. After we pass the reins to Victor as the first-ever Archon-Prince, he will need others to act in his stead on New Avalon and Tharkad when he's operating out of the other capital. When that time comes, Katherine will be more than ready and capable to play that role on Tharkad."

Melissa indicated her agreement with a quick nod of her head. "I agree, and I suppose you're right. Keeping her busy with a double helping of schooling will slow down her modern-day market piracy. I just worry that she truly isn't all right, and that the scars of that day are deep-seated wounds, hidden from our sight, they will one day erupt."

"She's strong, you'll see. Everything will be fine, Melissa."

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Chapter 5

New Avalon Institute of Science, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
August 26th 3046



At 18, Wendy Sylvester was older than most of the cadets who had started at 16. She had delayed entry because she wanted to ensure she could perform at her utmost potential. Wendy came from a long line of Sylvesters who had served in the elite unit, the Davion Heavy Guards. Originally, they were the bodyguard unit of the First Prince of the Federated Suns; however, over the centuries, their role had shifted. They were now the premier Regimental Combat Team on the Davion side of the Federated Commonwealth, and in Wendy's eyes, they were easily better than anyone on the Lyran side of the new super-state.

The NAMA program would last for three years, and those who managed to pass and master everything would be slotted into the AFFC where they were needed. However, and this was the reason she had studied and practiced for two years before joining, they were given the option to choose what unit they joined, subject to availability. Given that the Davion Heavy Guards had over 100 'Mech pilots, there were almost always at least a couple of slots open every year. All Wendy needed to do was reach high enough in the class rankings, and she could continue her family tradition. It was this motivation that drove her to excel.

Just take it a day at a time, then a week at a time, and then a year at a time. I'm going to be learning not just more about 'Mech piloting, but also officer training, political expectations for officers of the AFFC, advanced mathematics, counterintelligence awareness training, physical training, combined arms theory, and more.

After going through an extensive security screening, she was finally ready to get to her dorm. NAMA, like many centers of higher learning, had continued traditions from ancient Terra. And that included having a roommate. Wendy thought she was fairly easy-going as a person, so long as her roommate wasn't utterly obnoxious; she was confident they would get along.

As she arrived at her room, she saw a woman in a dark suit that screamed 'MIIO' to everyone who had ever spent anytime within Avalon City.

"Cadet Sylvester, I am Agent Patricia Ainsworth of the Federated Commonwealth Intelligence Secretariat, how do you do?"

"I… uh, I'm fine. Excited to begin my course work."

"That's a good attitude to have, Cadet Sylvester. I am here to inform you that your roommate is Princess Katherine Steiner-Davion. I am her personal protection and will be stationed at the guard post along with the rest of the security staff in NAMA and NAIS." Wendy was handed a small device with a single button. "Not that we believe it will be necessary, but if any sort of danger threatens the princess, press that button, and it will alert me directly."

Huh?

"Wait, I'm confused. Princess Katherine is too young for the Academy."

"Normally, yes. But she passed the entrance exams, and her father granted her an exception," Ainsworth raised an eyebrow. "Would you like to take it up with the First Prince?"

Wendy's cheeks went red. "God no! Sorry, I'm just caught off guard, I wasn't expecting this."

"That is understood. Outside of what I have just shared with you, I would recommend you treat Katherine as you would any other fellow cadet. Do be mindful, should she take a call with members of her family, that information may be of a classified nature. When in doubt, zip it, but you can also request to speak with me if you have any concerns. Do you have any questions now?"

"No, no ma'am."

"Good, best of luck Cadet Sylvester."

Wendy composed herself and then knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The voice that had answered was clear and confident. Wendy opened the door and came face-to-face with a smiling woman around her height.

She's tall! And, wow, she looks like a fashion model. Piercing blue eyes, a flawless face, and full blonde hair would make her the envy of every female cadet at the academy. Is she really only 13?

Realizing she was gawking; she shut the door and lowered her head. "Highness, it is an honor to meet you. I am Wendy Sylvester."

"I am pleased to meet you as well; however, please do not refer to me that way. Just call me Katherine. We are going to be roommates and likely confidants, and excessive formality will hinder our relationship."

"Ah, yes, I understand… Katherine."

"Wonderful, so tell me what has you joining NAMA?"

Wendy found herself telling Katherine about her motivation to join the unit her family had served in for generations.

"A laudable goal. You'll need to work hard, given the prestige of the Davion Heavy Guards. They, the 4th Davion Guards, and the Kathil Uhlans will be the top picks for most of our class."

Wendy nodded; she already knew that.

"What about you?"

Stupid, she's three failed heartbeats away from being the Archon-Prince!

It would take something utterly catastrophic for Hanse Davion, Melissa Steiner, and Victor Steiner-Davion to all die, but if it were to happen, she was looking at her nation's ruler. And a potential ruler would want to be in the best academy the Inner Sphere had to offer!

"I'm here to complete my education, and then afterwards, be given a command to prove I can handle leadership responsibilities. I'm keen on learning more about combined-arms tactics."

"Well, uh, if you need any help, let me know. It's kind of amazing that you passed the entrance exams at your age."

Katherine shrugged. "I've a knack for learning things. I will reciprocate, to a reasonable extent, if you need assistance."

Wendy looked around the room and saw Katherine had claimed a desk space and already had a monitor in place and her noteputer docked. The other side of the room was Wendy's and it looked as if Katherine had been scrupulous in ensuring all of her belongings had not crossed over to her roommate's side.

Did she do that, or did someone else do it for her? Either way, it's good, and she seems polite enough. I don't think my parents will believe me when I tell them I'm rooming with Princess Katherine!

The Nagelring, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
September 30th 3046


Victor kept an affixed faux smile on his face as his fellow student droned on about what an honor it was to team up with him. Ciro was like many others, eager to form bonds and climb the social ladder by befriending the future Archon-Prince. He hated it because he knew they only acted that way due to his status as heir. Victor wanted to earn his success like everyone else; he didn't want something handed to him just because of his name.

As of yet, he had not met anyone he could be sure was a genuine person. He was self-aware enough to know he might be reading more into people's intentions than what was truly there, but when it came to Ciro, he was sure.

"We are going through a simple exercise, Ciro, this is not worth making a big deal over."

"Every journey begins with one step, Highness, and our bond can begin being forged now," Ciro replied.

Victor was tempted to punch him, just to see if he'd be thanked for the punch. It was so palpably obvious what his classmate was doing, it twisted his stomach.

"I told you, please don't call me that. Here, I'm just like everyone else."

He was sure he would have to remind him again, but he ignored it for now and headed to the simulators. Their task was to simply move from checkpoint to checkpoint and then communicate back to base anything remarkable that they found. The entire exercise was simulated, of course, but it was good training for potential real combat scenarios. They were piloting Locust 'Mechs, one of the lightest and most widely used recon 'Mechs along with the Wasp and Stinger. These 'Mechs were often referred to as 'bug 'Mechs' because they were easily crushed by larger 'Mechs. Victor had to applaud the courage of recon lances who piloted such machines in combat situations.

Victor smoothly took the 'Mech up to top speed, while Ciro struggled for a moment before shifting so he was following behind and to the right. The exercise itself was simple enough: a radar blip was reported, and then they continued to the next checkpoint. At the third one, Ciro pointed out another anomaly and reported it.

"Wait, according to the guide, that should just be background radiation from an old 1st Succession War battlefield where nuclear weapons were used. We didn't need to report that."

Part of the exercise was to use what was known about the world they were simulating. Nuclear weapons were banned from use, with an understanding that if they were used, the other Successor States would seek to end the state that used them. Even to this day, their horrific legacy remained on various planets throughout the Inner Sphere from the initial Successor Wars. By signaling an area of concern that was not an area of concern, it cost them points.

"Damn, sorry Victor," Ciro said contritely.

"It is fine, let's just keep going."

They received a passing grade, but not as high as he would have liked. Victor pushed himself to excel because he was going to be the future ruler of the Federated Commonwealth. How could he give anything less than his very best?

Life at Nagelring, or The Nagelring as his instructors insisted it be called, was intense, but rewarding. His mind was being stretched further than he anticipated, but he was still earning top marks. Where he truly shined was in the simulator aspect. In direct combat simulator fights, he was undefeated over his classmates.

I had the best instructors and quality foes. They are easy to defeat, but it is no slight against them that someone with specialized training and far more experience would be better.

After training, he saw a communication from Katherine via ComStar. Her letters were always something he looked forward to. He was accustomed to being away from her for half a year, but that half a year was not all in one stretch.

If she were here, I would have some good competition! That reminds me I need to reply to her letter.

Finishing his response, Victor looked it over and then sent it. It wasn't scheduled at the highest priority, but it was a high priority, and he knew that wasn't an inconsequential amount of C-Bills. But it was one of the few indulgences he took, and his parents had never given him any grief over the costs.

Victor had been invited to a get-together with some of the 2nd and 3rd years, but he chose instead to study. His scores in advanced mathematics were still high, but he was starting to struggle a bit with some of the theory. He was very much a 'use it if it works' type, as opposed to a 'let's understand why it works' type, so the concepts that built the foundation of the equations they used made his head spin a bit. It would be a challenge to keep his number one spot in the class roster, given how 'Mech simulator scores were only part of the equation, but he was determined to do so.

New Avalon Institute of Science, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
September 30th 3046



I was quite pleased with my experience so far with both the NAMA and the NAIS. My fellow cadets were hardworking and bright, and they would have fit right in with the Imperial War College. The coursework for the NAMA portion was simple enough, given my earlier studies, and it did not take up much time. The College of Engineering made me focus as I delved into newer concepts and pushed my design for a new artillery system further. It was coming together, but I needed to make sure I wasn't missing anything.

A double workload was not truly sustainable, especially with juggling my holovid recordings, investment management, letter writing, and additional research projects. I consulted with the brass at the NAMA and requested to test out of portions of the study that were, frankly, unimportant to me.

Had I been anyone else, I would probably have been ignored, but I was Katherine Steiner-Davion, and my name carried weight, so I used it. They wouldn't compromise on ensuring I was fully trained, but I managed to gain credit by examination instead of enduring training I didn't need. On the shooting range, I demonstrated that I was a crack shot and easily passed my certification (again) with the Laser Pistol, Needler Pistol, and Federated Long Rifle. I also aced several of the mathematics exams, the second language requirement, and the Military Law exam. Additionally, I tested out of the elective courses on Explosive Munitions Disarmament and Jump Point Cartography. While I could have done the same for Military History, the subject was always fascinating, and I was curious about the other cadets' thoughts on various events.

When it came to simulator training, I messed up badly on my first run. My target class rank was to be in the top 10% but below the top 5%. I wanted to excel in strategy, academics, and physical fitness but not stand out too much in 'Mech combat. My goal was to be considered a very good 'Mech pilot, but not among the rarified elite. I had learned the painful lesson in my second life that proving yourself to be a combat ace of aces only ensured you were always thrown into the meat grinder.

No, my goal here was to demonstrate that I was a strategically minded genius who was also a solid and effective MechWarrior. After graduating from the NAMA, I intended to serve in the AFFC as a research officer. Unlike Dr. Schugel, I had no intention of becoming a mad scientist. Instead, I would focus on testing my own designs and improving the overall effectiveness of the military as a whole, far from the frontlines.

Unfortunately, I missed the mark on what "good" meant and ended up thoroughly impressing the instructors. I had assumed I was facing the computer in the simulator on some kind of baby mode, where the goal was simply to rack up a good score – not my fellow cadets.

When the first week of rankings came out, I was not just within the top 10% but the literal number one 'Mech pilot. I couldn't simply sandbag completely – that would look odd – so I had to gradually dial back my effectiveness, which was taking its sweet time. Fortunately, Kai was attending as well and had taken the number one spot in 'Mech simulator scores from me. I had no desire to build a reputation as a combat specialist, so I was grateful to him for taking the spotlight. I had even offered to treat him to a quick lunch to celebrate his success, but he had awkwardly mumbled something that could only be a decline.

My roommate had proven to be a mature and well-rounded individual. She was solidly above average and worked hard to improve even further. I respected that, and we managed to have a few conversations that, I believe, strengthened our interpersonal relationship. However, she also seemed distant and always on the verge of bringing something up to me. Yet, when I asked her point-blank what it was, she demurred.

I would soon need a leave pass to attend an important meeting on Tharkad. My design was nearly complete, and I now needed a defense contractor to accept it. I had arranged a meeting with the CEO of TharHes Industries, and an in-person discussion suited my needs far better than relying on ComStar messages and holovid recordings.

With my absence, I could also use that as an excuse for a drop in the quality of my performance. And more importantly, I would begin making concrete steps to improving the AFFC.

New Avalon Institute of Science, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
October 2nd 3046





Cadet Wendy Sylvester knew her roommate was brilliant, and she had seen her spend hours working on one elective or another in their room. The problem was, most of the other cadets thought she was lazy and unmotivated, only attending the classes she excelled in. The fact that she demolished them in their first combat training exercise only rubbed salt into the wound when they saw her skipping courses that most would-be 'Mech jockeys found tedious.

"Wendy, is she going to miss every session of range time? I know she probably doesn't give a shit, but she could at least show up once to see what she's got."

The comment came from Donald Poole, one of the better shots with the Federated Long Rifle. He wasn't great at 'Mech combat, and it seemed to Wendy that he wanted to avenge the brutal, one-sided defeat he had suffered on their first day of combat simulation.

Wendy shrugged. "How am I supposed to know? Roommate selection isn't up to us."

"Yeah, but I bet you enjoy the five-star meals you get delivered," another person joked.

"We don't get catering," Wendy retorted, growing more annoyed.

"Sure you don't," Donald laughed. "Look, just talk to her and tell her to show up – just once."

"I bet the sound of gunfire bothers her," one of the other cadets said. "She's not even 14 yet."

"That's a reason why she shouldn't have joined until she was 16! Having bluebloods attend NAMA is better than just giving them rank and a command, but only if they have to do the same shit we do. Whatever assignment she gets, her unit is going to be screwed," Donald argued.

Amy laughed. "Why are you even worried about that, Poole? You think the First Prince is going to risk her pretty face on the front line somewhere? She'll probably get stationed on Tharkad, and her XO will run whatever role she gets for her. She'll smile for cameras and drive recruitment numbers up. Worry about yourself and not what your betters do."

Wendy frowned. "That's not fair. She's attended Lance Command training, and you know she knows her shit when it comes to Military History. I'd be happy to have her as my CO. She's smart and..."

"Oh, give it a rest. No one is recording you here," Donald interrupted. "Save the brown-nosing for when the princess is actually here. And since it's a gun range, she won't be anywhere nearby," he replied, finishing the turn-in of the day's equipment.

Wendy saw the next group file in, and with them was Kai, who had overheard some of what had just been said.

"Cadet Poole, I won't say anything to her or anyone else, but I want to assure you that you are completely incorrect about Princess Katherine," Kai said firmly.

Donald's face twisted into concern when he heard Kai start speaking but relaxed when Kai assured him he would not snake on him.

"What part? She's obviously getting favored treatment. Being firearm certified, no matter how absurd in the age of 'Mechs, is a requirement to graduate. She's not been here even once."

Kai looked at him and then shook his head. "It doesn't matter and isn't worth it. If you take issue with it, please talk to the Kommandant instead of speaking ill of your fellow cadet."

"You know," Donald drawled a bit, "I do respect you more than her, at least you walk the walk, but don't mess it up by siding with her just because she's the princess."

"I have said what I have said, and I would like to focus on the task at hand. Goodbye, Cadet Poole."

Wendy hung back while the others left and the rest of the new class filed in. She approached Kai. "Hi, we have Mil Law together, and we sparred once in 'Mech simulator combat. I'm Wendy Sylvester. I wanted to let you know I appreciate the backup. I don't really know how to talk to her about ditching so many classes, or why they are so blatantly allowing it. Do you think you could?"

Kai looked uncomfortable at the request. "I... it... well, I really don't know how to say this without revealing details that shouldn't be revealed, on either front! I'm sorry, I've already made a mess of things, and I really can't be trusted to have that sort of conversation with Katherine. Please, allow me to focus... wait, I'm not upset with your request; the blame is on me for things I can't divulge."

Wendy was bewildered, utterly unsure of what Kai was trying to communicate. She patted his arm. "Kai, I'm not going to ask you to reveal anything you shouldn't. I know who your father is. It was just a suggestion, but hey, good luck tomorrow in the 'Mech contest. I think you'll win again, and I love seeing those other guys humbled."

She left him there, and went back to her dorm.

I just need to focus on myself. I don't think Katherine would get offended if I say something, but this isn't my business.

And yet… Wendy couldn't help but think Katherine was completely unaware of how her actions were making others perceive her. Didn't she owe it to her polite, but distant, roommate? She chewed on her lip, troubled by what she should do.

Tharkad City, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
November 20th 3046


Hitching a ride on a Command Circuit was the only reason my little excursion was possible without taking a truly ridiculous amount of time away from my schooling. I, of course, still continued my studies while shuttling between JumpShips and kept refining my presentation, which I would present to Erik Kappel and a few of his executives.

With me was the ever-reliable head of my protective detail, Agent Ainsworth. With her were four fellow team members who had been reactivated for my little trip. I was traveling to Tharkad, but despite the level of security in the capital of the Lyran Commonwealth, it wasn't nearly as strict as the closed-shop of the NAIS, which is why a full security team was with us.

Additionally, I had brought along a delightfully effective NAIS applied sciences researcher who provided not only institutional heft to my presentation but also served as the lead designer for my new artillery system. Nick Westfield was an unassuming, short man whose reddish beard and hair were closely shaven. The modularity of the platform had been solved by his idea, and I was happy to have him on the team.

Ainsworth and the team had transportation ready, and we arrived at the TharHes business office in the heart of Tharkad. Their actual 'Mech production facilities were on the outskirts of Weibetal. You couldn't put giant 'Mech and vehicle factories in the heart of a city of twenty million like Tharkad, but since all the movers and shakers were in the capital, that was where the executive team spent most of their days.

"Ah, Princess Katherine, it is an honor to meet you," Erik Kappel, CEO and Chairman of the Board of TharHes Industries, greeted me. Additional introductions were made, and I got down to business.

"You are the first, and preferably the only, 'Mech manufacturing company I'm sharing this with. I present to you a brand-new artillery weapon system of my own design: the Spitfire Cannon. This weapon system is similar to the Thumper Artillery Piece, but it has a lower effective range of only 9 kilometers, and within its standard firing range, it only does about 80% of the damage of the Thumper."

Erik smiled indulgently. "Ah, Princess Katherine, please forgive my question so early in your presentation, but why would we want to make an artillery system that is less effective?"

I smile, showing my teeth. "I'm glad you asked, Mr. Kappel. I have worked with the NAIS School of Engineering to make this weapon system attractive in two primary ways. The first is cost. By designing not only the weapon's specifications but also the way your factories would be set up, we have minimized costs. Additionally, by requiring only component parts already constructed on Tharkad, which can be purchased at in-system rates, we have cut the cost down to half that of the Thumper."

One of the executives was furiously pulling up information on his datapad. He looked up. "I don't think that is possible."

"Ah, but it is."

For several minutes, I delved into the weeds of the technical schematics and handed them to Westfield for more precise details to give to their machinists. I then tackled one of the major cost-saving components. "The way Inner Sphere combat doctrine uses artillery is in batteries, ranging in size from four to twelve, representing a company-level formation. Each artillery system has its own targeting computer. This is extremely wasteful when only one artillery piece needs it, since we can slave the others to the primary system. While this runs the risk of making the other pieces dead weight if the primary is taken out, our artillery batteries are so close together that the risk is minimal. When a unit is overrun, it's all or nothing."

Erik was nodding along and whispered something to his aide. I continued with the second winning piece of the puzzle. "The NAIS is home to the best weapons researchers and engineers in the Inner Sphere. I have worked with Mr. Westfield to create a fully modular and compartmentalized system that can be split into twenty component parts and travel separately. VTOLs could move this. Civilian trucks could move this. Infantry can move this, especially motorized infantry. The barrel length and weight are reasonable enough that moving the artillery batteries is far, far easier than with our current weapon systems."

I saw interest in his eyes. "We'll need to review this with our experts, but you've certainly intrigued me with the benefits here."

"I want to do more than that. I want you to understand the possibilities here. Our Regimental Combat Teams use a single battalion of artillery and typically five regiments of infantry. Some infantry regiments, particularly motorized ones, will have a detachment of artillery as support. Now, imagine if each infantry regiment had a company of artillery available to them through the Spitfire Cannon. Infantry serve a variety of purposes on the battlefield. They secure locations, help establish fortifications, provide security for MechWarriors and high-level personnel. They can sweep for mines, provide spotters for artillery, and special forces infantry can conduct high-level infiltration and sabotage missions, etcetera, etcetera."

I leaned forward.

"But they can't truly fight 'Mechs. Oh, we can give them Inferno SRM systems, but the casualty rates are sky-high, and only the best of the best can be counted on to take on infantry vs. 'Mech confrontations. At most, they can augment other 'Mechs or serve as a distraction. Armed with the Spitfire Cannons… now, suddenly, you add nearly two battalions of artillery into the mix, and your RCTs outperform RCTs that don't have this weapon system. All at a reasonable price." I appealed here to the potential size of the market. "Your potential customer base is so much larger, and planetary militias will also be interested. Not to mention the killing you'll make supplying the munitions designed specifically for the Spitfire Cannon every time they are used in battle."

I had him sold.

"Assuming all this checks out, I believe we can make a deal. How are you looking to structure such an agreement?" Eric asked.

"For the price of the system design, continued assistance by NAIS experts, and a truly silo-breaking start-to-finish combination of our talents – scientists who created the weapon, working with engineers who put the production mechanics in place, workers within the factory, and the end-users of the technology working in concert to continuously improve it – we would be looking for a board seat and a 5% stake in your company. While this may seem like a lot, I've analyzed your sales numbers, and if successful, this would increase your profits by 25%."

Erik was very taken aback. "I don't think that will be doable, perhaps for a .5% stake and an advisory position…"

"1% for what was described above, with stretch targets that, should they be met, will have a laddered structure based on total sales, up to a total of no greater than 5%," I countered.

The CEO conferred briefly with his staff.

"We can put something together, but they will be very difficult stretch goals over the next 10 years. It will have to begin with a 0.5% equity stake in the company. The proposal you've outlined shows a rather limited margin compared to existing artillery platforms. If I may be so bold as to say, without your personal connections with the decision makers in the AFFC, these targets cannot be hit."

I wanted TharHes Industries because they were good at what they do and had recently expanded their facilities, meaning production could begin sooner rather than later. Even if I convinced Defiance Industries or Corean Enterprises to buy the design, it would be years before they could bring their factories online, as they already had existing contracts for that manufacturing space. With TharHes, however, the first Spitfire Cannons would be rolling off the assembly line by the time I graduated. Erik likely assumed I had an 'in' with AFFC high command based on my parents ruling the Federated Commonwealth.

"So long as those targets are based on orders and not production, I believe we have an accommodation. Have your experts review it. We'll have contracts ready for signature whenever you are ready. Mr. Westfield will remain on Tharkad and begin working with your machinists to design the optimal configuration of the equipment."

I stood and shook hands with the man. We were in business.

Avalon City, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
March 1st 3047


"With regards to new projects, the industrial factories on Loxley are up and running. Norse-Storm BattleMechs is now operational. Their new design, the 100-ton Devastator Assault BattleMech, is their flagship 'Mech," Justin Allard read off.

"Finally, remind me of its specs," Hanse asked.

"Using much of the technology from both the Helm Memory Core and the reverse engineering of Old Star League designs found on Hoff, it is truly a frightening 'Mech. It boasts an XL Engine and Double Heat Sinks. It is armed with two Gauss Rifles, two PPCs, and four medium lasers. Its power at range is unmatched in direct-fire scenarios, and it is protected by eighteen and a half tons of Durallex Heavy Armor."

Hanse shook his head in wonder. "Do you think Victor will want one for his graduation?"

Justin grinned. "No, your son has logged more hours on the Victor than all other 'Mechs combined. I think his heart is set on it."

"How is Victor doing at the Nagelring?" he asked.

"Smashing records. He's had some difficulty fitting in with the others. Your son's first instinct is to think that anyone attempting to befriend him is a sycophant or social climber. Just because he is correct most of the time doesn't mean it's healthy." Justin paused. "He's polite enough about it, but I would say he's made no close bonds with anyone."

Hanse nodded. His son was nearing adulthood; he would have to figure out on his own how to strike the right balance. He was proud of him and his accomplishments, particularly how effective Victor was in piloting a 'Mech.

"Katherine, on the other hand… she's doing well, but her attempt at excelling in two programs has seemingly stretched her to her limit. Her 'Mech skills have deteriorated, and she's missed quite a bit of class time. I've looked into it, and she managed to test her way out of several mandatory programs, but it's impacted her ability to connect with her peers, some of whom believe she is getting favorable treatment."

Hanse parsed Justin's words and honed in on what mattered to him. "You say her 'Mech skills have deteriorated? That doesn't make sense. She was piloting a 'Mech better than some of our elite units. Her gunnery skills weren't quite so spectacular, but still at skilled veteran status. Something is off."

"Lack of sleep? Pressure? Lack of practice?" Justin offered as possible explanations.

"I know she took a break for a month to visit that industry executive to pitch her design. I understand they've brokered a deal?" Hanse waved his hand. "Wait, before getting into that, make a note. I want a detailed deep dive done on her 'Mech simulator runs. Make a copy of all her Combat Logs and Tactical Recordings; I'll want to see what's going on myself."

"Understood, and as to the second matter, I was going to get to that. The Spitfire Cannon is a remarkable piece of technology that provides some interesting tactical applications. It isn't cost prohibitive, either. The AFFS has ordered two battalions' worth of them for testing in the field. NAIS has also ordered a battalion of them, likely for training purposes for artillery specialists."

Hanse knew that Justin was making an educated guess. He could, of course, find out for certain why the NAIS wanted them – so long as they remained within the generous budget provided to them, it wasn't an issue.

"Three worlds have ordered company-sized units. In short, for an opening design run, it is doing quite well, but will not break even unless we see favorable results and secure a large order."

Hanse had looked over his daughter's design. It was an interesting application of localized magnetic frequencies that allowed seamless connection between separated parts, enabling the quick take-down and redeployment of the system. He wanted to support his daughter, and he could easily do so, but he wasn't going to compromise the strength of the AFFC.

"We will see how it does in field testing, but no additional orders should be placed at this time. Next, I will speak with Katherine. I'll let her know that her month-long break was an exception and that she should re-focus on her studies. But we will also be planning to run the exchange program and send her to the Nagelring for a year, while we send Victor here to join the NAMA cadre. Then, they will return to their original schools to complete their final year."

Justin frowned, "That may impact her College of Engineering work."

"So it will, but she's quite literally already designed a weapons system. If they play hardball and say she can't complete the program despite that, you can pay the Dean a visit, but I don't think it will come to that."

"Agreed."

They moved on to additional updates.

"Peter has begun 'Mech simulator training, but so far, he is not proving to be as exceptional as your two older children. He is not below average and remains eager to get more simulator time."

A few other updates were provided as well. Candace was in full remission and was working on reforming the St. Ives military. The St. Ives Janissaries would be a brigade-sized unit, or three regiments, but it would integrate at the company level, meaning a lance of BattleMechs could be supported by a lance of support vehicles and platoons of specialized infantry. It was a variation of an RCT, but smaller and nimbler. The AFFC currently had two RCTs stationed and effectively 'on loan' to the St. Ives Compact to deter any predation from the Capellan Confederation while the St. Ives Compact established its own military.

The experimental Hardened Armor was ready for testing as well. Hanse was dubious about it after reading the reports, but the NAIS thought it was worth testing in the field. It provided superior protection but made the 'Mech or vehicle slower and more difficult to pilot. Ran Felsner was excited about it and had already pushed for the next armored regiment to be equipped with the Hardened Armor.

Finally, there was the rare breakthrough outside of the NAIS. Kyoto College, in the Lyran half of the Federated Commonwealth, had developed Myomer Armor, an armor that could be used for infantry. It was hideously expensive to create, so applying it to infantry regiments would be rare. However, Justin said the tactical teams of the FCIS were drooling over its potential use.

GDP numbers were up, technology was advancing, and his children were doing well. Slowly but surely, the Federated Commonwealth was coming together.

A choice is coming soon. Do I give one last push in the next 5 to 10 years to fulfill my lifelong dream of uniting the Inner Sphere under one rule, or do I hand a prosperous, stable, and advancing state to Victor and leave him to face that destined battle?

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Chapter 6

Tharkad City, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
July 29th 3047


Hanse felt at home in the 'Mech simulator, second only to piloting a real 'Mech. His entire direct family was gathered on Tharkad today, marking a rare moment of togetherness. The first year at the military academy for his two eldest had concluded, and he was immensely proud of both. Victor had achieved the top rank in his class at the Nagelring, while Katherine, though starting at just thirteen, was among the top ten percent of her class and had earned high marks at the NAIS College of Engineering. It was an unprecedented achievement, yet her decline in 'Mech combat performance gnawed at him.

His Intelligence Secretary, Justin Allard, had studied the training footage, as had Hanse. Justin concluded that she was sandbagging—deliberately underperforming for some purpose. To a competitive warrior like Hanse, the idea seemed absurd, but he had listened to Justin's reasoning. Justin suggested that perhaps Katherine wanted to ensure Victor retained the spotlight as heir and Archon-Prince designate.

Hanse thought that curious, as Victor typically won more than he lost to Katherine in their duels before attending the two academies. It also represented a reversal of Justin's fears that she might try competing with him for rulership. To which Justin had simply informed him it was his job to share potential risks, not just what was likely. Katherine had the potential to be a threat, and an opaque psych profile, the combination of which had made Justin's suspicious nature grow more concerned.

He still thought Justin was wrong. It was more likely Katherine had grown increasingly obsessed with her engineering courses and the idea of designing future weapons of war. She had successfully created a brand-new weapon, negotiating its development with AFFC Marshals and industry leaders. This heady triumph had shifted her focus away from 'Mech piloting. The stakes in simulator combat were low, offering her little motivation to excel, and she likely saw the challenges posed by her peers as pale in comparison to those offered by her elder, more competent brother. That would explain her strong start, followed by eventual boredom and decline.

His clever friend and advisor had proposed a test to settle the matter – offer Katherine something she desired, but make it contingent on her performing well beyond what she was currently demonstrating at the NAMA.

Hanse had told his son and daughter that not only could they choose the 'Mech they wanted for graduation, but they could also collaborate with the design team to customize it—provided they proved competent enough to win the simulator battle. Allowing them to choose their 'Mech upon graduation was always the plan, but this approach would satisfy Katherine's passion for design while ensuring Victor's 'Mech would be upgraded with the latest innovations from NAIS. With their graduation two years away, there would be plenty of time to implement the necessary modifications.

Deciding to make it both a challenging and more inclusive event, Hanse outlined a scenario in which Victor and Katherine would pilot assault 'Mechs against a lance of medium 'Mechs, all piloted by volunteers from the 1st Royal Guards RCT on Tharkad.

That was a bit of a white lie, as Hanse would be participating in the simulation, alongside Justin Allard, his wife Candace Allard, and their son Kai-Allard Liao. While Kai wasn't at the top of his class due to a lack of demonstrated leadership, he had now risen to the undisputed top of the NAMA rankings in 'Mech combat, ever since Katherine's decline.

He would be piloting a Griffin, the latest remodeled GRF-1DS. Equipped with an LRM-20, Large Pulse Laser, and Double Heat Sinks, he could strip away large chunks of armor from his son's likely choice with superior range of its LRMs. His son would almost certainly be piloting a Victor, which made him dangerous at close range but ineffective at long range.

Justin and Kai would both be piloting Centurions, a brand-new design that existed only as a blueprint for now. It would be interesting to see how it performed today. The most fascinating feature was the advanced technology that allowed for more weight to upgrade the weaponry. An autocannon/20, replacing the autocannon/10, would give both 'Mechs a ridiculous short-range punch.

Candace Liao opted for her familiar Vindicator, though it too was a theoretical model. The lighter engine allowed the medium laser and small laser to be replaced with medium pulse lasers, giving her better punch at range, and some additional armor.

Hanse was excited for the bout, knowing that in either outcome, he would win. Either he would prove his disturbingly accurate advisor wrong, or he would learn that his daughter was truly among the great MechWarriors of her generation!

Tharkad City, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
July 29th 3047


I found myself caught on the horns of a dilemma – give it my all to win the match and secure the absolute best protection I could wish for in a 'Mech, or continue playing the role of a merely good MechWarrior. There were pros and cons to consider, but I felt this was a place where I could safely cut loose.

While the 1st Royal Guards were elite, they would be piloting medium 'Mechs, and the Lyran elite unit was almost exclusively accustomed to heavy and assault 'Mechs. This likely meant they would be out of their element. Added to that was the general rule in BattleMech conflicts: assault 'Mechs concentrated more power and were therefore stronger than an equal amount of tonnage in lighter 'Mechs. The infamous – and frankly nonsensical – claim that a single 100-ton Atlas could defeat a battalion of Stingers illustrated this perception. In reality, a battalion of Stingers, so long as they did not break, would absolutely prevail, albeit with casualties. The point, however, lies in perception: 36 20-ton 'Mechs total 720 tons, but the focus often remains on the sheer power of the larger 'Mech.

I wasn't fully convinced of the merits of assault 'Mechs against a more numerous opposition of lighter foes, but this would be a good test either way. When I was informed I could choose any 'Mech, even those not yet assembled or produced, I couldn't hide my excitement. As I reviewed the latest assault-class designs, I lingered over the modified Atlas but ultimately settled on the Devastator—a 100-ton BattleMech with incredible power at range. My brother stuck with his usual Victor, but with the newly unlocked NAIS technology at our disposal, he made a surprising adjustment.

He dropped one of the medium lasers in favor of an Anti-Missile System with plenty of ammo.

We wished each other luck before loading into the simulation, where we found ourselves in hilly, near-mountainous terrain. The computer system highlighted the boundaries of the combat zone, and we moved in to begin the hunt. Lacking jump jets wasn't ideal for my preferred fighting style, but the massive range advantage of my 'Mech made it a worthwhile compromise. What I needed most was a clear line of fire, so we headed for a hilltop.

Our sensors pinged an enemy 'Mech formation, and I pushed my 'Mech to its maximum speed. As I crested the hill, I caught sight of the enemy: a Griffin, two Centurions, and a Vindicator.

The Centurions used the dips in the hills to keep their 'Mechs partially concealed, but I quickly noticed that their autocannons were the heavier variant.

"Those Centurions are going to pack the same punch with their autocannons as you are, don't let them get behind you," I warned Victor.

"Roger, same goes for you."

I smiled, and as soon as the enemy came into maximum range, I fired. No longer holding back, I unleashed my PPCs and Gauss Rifles with precise intent. Displaying impressive situational awareness, the Centurion surged forward just as I thumbed the fire buttons. The man-made lightning of my Particle Projector Cannons tore through the air, slashing into the left arm and torso of the opposing 'Mech, but the slightly slower Gauss Rifle projectiles narrowly missed their mark.

That pilot is good.

At the same moment, the Griffin unleashed a barrage of 20 LRMs, while the Vindicator added its own LRMs and a PPC shot that lanced toward me. The PPC struck my 'Mech's leg, and the LRMs thundered through the air. In a split-second assessment, I saw most of the missiles were coming in high, so I forced my 'Mech into a crouch, causing several to explode harmlessly behind me. The remaining missiles stripped away chunks of armor from the front of my 'Mech.

Victor used his jump jets to crest the hill, land on the slope, and use the downhill momentum to build speed, expertly keeping his 'Mech from tumbling. As my weapons cycled, I shifted focus from the wily Centurion to the Vindicator, which was far less maneuverable. My weapons fired in unison, and the azure beams of my PPCs smashed into the simulated 'Mech alongside both Gauss Rifle rounds. The lightest medium 'Mech on the field nearly toppled from the impact, but its pilot skillfully recovered despite the carnage. One more strike like that could core the 'Mech or, at the very least, shear off a torso section, drastically reducing its firepower.

Seeing the Griffin still facing me, I began backing down from the crest of the hill, causing several of its missiles to explode harmlessly against the hillside. As dust and debris from the LRM misses filled the air, I shifted my 'Mech onto a perpendicular path around the hill. The enemy 'Mechs' sensors would still pick me up, but the terrain would make it difficult for them to target me accurately.

Victor was closing in on range, with the two Centurions accelerating to the right and left of him. My weapons cycled to ready, and I saw the Griffin pivot to send another salvo of missiles toward my brother's 'Mech. Victor's AMS roared to life, knocking out about half of the missiles, though the rest struck him. Meanwhile, the Vindicator had retreated behind a rock formation, leaving me a moment to consider my next target.

I could target the Griffin, but with Victor's AMS system, it wouldn't be that effective. The Centurions, however, were moving fast and erratically enough to potentially avoid taking damage before getting in range of their big guns.

I made my decision and sent another lethal barrage at the Centurion I had previously scorched. This time, I tagged it cleanly, ripping an arm off and doing serious damage to its torso as the torn arm pulled off sheets of internal Myomer and internal substances from the torso. Unfortunately, the arm I severed wasn't the one with the powerful AC/20. Most pilots would have faltered or hesitated, but this one continued to move with the same fluid grace, even after losing nearly a quarter of its 'Mech.

Who are these guys?

The Centurions struck simultaneously, coming from either side. My brother could only turn to face one at a time. Three autocannon/20s roared to life, unleashing a torrent of damage. Victor missed with his autocannon as he activated his jump jets, lifting into the air and spinning his 'Mech away from the direction he was facing. He hoped to throw off the timing of the Centurion that had a backshot lined up – but in doing so, he also disrupted his own aim.

He was partially successful in shielding his backside, but the lack of damage output was painful to watch. Fortunately, he managed to strike with his SRMs and ER medium laser. The return fire, however, stripped the armor from one leg and took a massive chunk out of his left torso. The Vindicator came around the rock, adding more damage with its weapon systems just as Victor was coming down from the jump. The combination of those attacks in mid-air made his landing nearly impossible.

YES!

Somehow, despite all the damage, my brother managed to land without falling over. He immediately sent his 'Mech into motion as the autocannon began reloading. I advanced, launching another volley of four long-range, deadly accurate shots at the Vindicator. I needed to limit the damage output from the enemy 'Mechs, and with the Vindicator already suffering from my earlier strike, it became the logical target. The computer simulation registered the Vindicator's explosion as the shielding on its XL Engine collapsed.

That was the problem with the new engines. While they were lighter, allowing the 'Mech to run faster or carry additional equipment, they were bulkier and more prone to these types of explosions.

The enemy Griffin sent its pulse laser into the Victor's Victor while the LRMs raced toward me. It took skill to hit two different targets at once, and both attacks landed cleanly. My armor was still holding –thankfully, being in a 100-ton 'Mech paid off – but parts of my torso were taking a beating.

The two Centurions were relentless, hounding Victor with lasers and powerful autocannon fire. A second blow to his leg snapped it, but not before he managed to unleash his own AC/20 into one of the Centurions. Victor must have struggled mightily with the controls to ensure the 'Mech fell on its back rather than its front.

I lined up my aim and fired just as the autocannon roared. With the pilot focused on their target, their ability to evade was limited. One PPC shot went wide, but the other three strikes struck true, pouring damage into the leg, side torso, and center torso, stripping away armor with each hit.

One more volley and that one is done.

The Griffin was circling wide, still launching LRMs at me. If it continued its path, it would position me between it and the deadly Centurions. As Victor tried to rise, the more heavily damaged Centurion swooped in, dropping its autocannon just above the cockpit and blasting it apart. The move gave me enough time to finish that Centurion off, but now Victor was out of the fight.

More LRMs hounded me, jolting my 'Mech, but despite the chaos, my aim remained steady. My PPC and Gauss rounds slammed into the charging Centurion, ripping apart its primary weapon. I breathed a sigh of relief. Even though it was still coming at me, the loss of its arm – without throwing off its balance – somehow, made it far less of a threat. The LRMs continued to slam around me, one finding a critical opening in my left arm and knocking out the Gauss Rifle ammunition feed system housed there. I turned my back to the Centurion as it closed in and fired my three-remaining long-ranged weapons at the Griffin, landing all three shots. Lasers scored my rear center torso, but at 100 tons, even my back had considerable armor.

I turned and rotated my torso in a swift motion, bringing my four medium lasers to bear on the charging Centurion. Two beams sliced through its armor, sending rivulets of metal burning away from the center of the 'Mech. Even as it charged, the pilot made a slight adjustment, narrowly dodging the other two shots with a last-minute change in its rush.

As it neared, I swung my damaged arm at its head, but it ducked, and I missed. Its shoulder slammed into mine with force, and though it hurt the Centurion as much as it did me, the squeal of simulated metal threatened to capsize my 'Mech. Sirens blared loudly in my ears.

The simulator threw me against the restraints of my cockpit, but I kept my 'Mech on its feet, shoving the nearly destroyed Centurion away. Ignoring the rising heat, I triggered everything but my PPCs at point-blank range, coring the Centurion. As I spun quickly, I used my left arm to block the incoming missiles and lasers as best I could, but one of those missiles struck the Gauss Rifle weapon itself, creating an explosion that ripped clean the armor and destroyed the PPC in my left torso. With my left torso dangerously exposed, I fired back with the remaining PPC and Gauss Rifle, targeting what I could.

Despite the rattling cockpit, my aim remained steady. Damage flared on the enemy's arm and center torso. I advanced, decelerating my 'Mech to dodge some of the missiles that kept shredding the last of my armor. With a quick pull of the trigger, the PPC and Gauss Rifle fired again, ripping into its center torso.

Its heat spiked, engine hit!

The Griffin continued to backpedal, fading me while sending more deadly LRMs my way. I had to protect my left side at all costs, so I twisted my torso, exposing my right. Even with my torso twisting some of the LRMs hit the exposed side and took out a Heat Sink and caused a damaging hit to my engine.

Damn it!

I was determined to design my 'Mech, so I focused and fired again. Just then, the enemy pilot ignited their jump jets and reversed course, coming straight for me. Both of my shots landed, but they struck the legs instead of the target I'd aimed for. I'd get another shot as my medium lasers came into range, and I lashed out with ruby beams of destruction. More armor was scoured away from the enemy as it charged forward.

Why is it coming closer? Oh…

As I fired another desperate salvo, I realized what the Griffin was about to do.

Death from Above.

A 'Mech equipped with jump jets can perform a dangerous move, leaping into the air and aiming its legs to land directly on the enemy, usually targeting the cockpit. I saw it coming and grinned as it defied gravity. I made my own 'Mech lose the battle with gravity, toppling it onto its right side. The Griffin came down on my now-prone 'Mech—not on my cockpit or center torso, but on my leg.

Awkwardly lining up my lasers, I chose the rent from an earlier Gauss Rifle hit and they melted through what little protection remained, striking deep into the engine and fully disabling the last enemy 'Mech on the field.

Phew, I severely underestimated how good our elite regiments are!

In a real battle, my brother would be dead, and my 'Mech would be almost completely ruined. Not exactly the kind of victory I'd want to claim, but still, a victory nonetheless!

Tharkad City, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
July 29th 3047


Hanse looked at the grinning Justin Allard.

It is beyond spooky how often he is right.

Justin's son, Kai, came over to Hanse.

"I'm sorry, Highness. I failed you, and I will understand if you wish to revoke my admission to the New Avalon Military Academy next year."

Hanse processed what he was hearing. He understood the words, but the thought behind them was absurd.

"Kai, that was damn fine piloting out there. You and your father were an absolute terror for my poor son to deal with. The way you tore apart that assault 'Mech in less than a minute was impressive." He clapped the young man on the shoulder. "You should be proud of your performance."

Kai shook his head. "Thank you for your kindness. It is more than I deserve, but I thank you all the same."

Hanse saw Justin arrive from his own simulator pod and narrowed his eyes. "Justin, you don't get to brag about being right. Your son is under some delusion that his performance was less than phenomenal, so you talk to him first."

Hanse watched as Justin took Kai back over to Candace and began talking.

Victor and Katherine came around the corner and Katherine froze.

"You were piloting the enemy 'Mech?" Katherine asked, a note of concern sparking in her voice.

Hanse gave her a toothy smile. "I was. Justin and his family were piloting the others."

Victor had a grin that threatened to split his face.

"We beat you!? You! Woohoo! What a day, isn't that amazing Katherine?"

Katherine forced a brittle smile. "Yes, it's wonderful. Thank you for taking the heat while I got to play the role of sniper."

Victor nodded. "I'd say anytime, but I never want to mess with those Centurions again! It felt like I was dropped into a lake full of piranhas the way they ripped through me."

"To the victor go the spoils," Hanse announced. "Both of you are welcome to work with the NAIS design team for custom modifications to your graduation 'Mechs." He smiled. "Oh, and Victor – go cheer up Kai over there. You'll both be at the same academy next semester, and as happy as you are with your victory, he seems a bit down after his loss."

Victor smoothed his features, masking his celebration, and jogged over to the Allard-Liao family.

"Katherine, that was incredible. Far, far better than your record at NAMA suggests. Why?"

"Well, I did have more motivation to–"

Hanse shook his head. "Stop, don't lie to me. I want to know."

He watched her face closely as she considered her answer. "Father, I don't particularly care about breaking a record or having a grand desire to be first in class. Sticking my neck out and crushing the rest of my class would only demotivate them. They don't have access to world-class simulators whenever they want. Wealthy noble scions might have simulators, but even theirs are of lesser quality than what we have in the bowels of Tharkad and New Avalon." She paused, meeting Hanse's gaze. "It isn't fair, and since others care about it and I don't, why should I steal the spotlight from them?"

Logical and well-reasoned, but I can't help but feel I am still missing something.

"And that's all?" Hanse asked watching her body language carefully.

She raised an eyebrow. "As I said earlier, motivation does impact performance. I am eager to get my custom 'Mech when I graduate. I assume that's still on the table?"

"Of course, you won it fair and square," Hanse replied, letting his words linger to see if Katherine would say anything more. He then continued, "I'm not going to tell you how to behave at the Nagelring or when you return to New Avalon, but if you give it your all, the instructors can critique and refine your already phenomenal abilities. These are elite institutions – don't waste that opportunity."

Katherine looked conflicted but finally gave him a shrug. "I'll give your advice due consideration, Father."

Hanse laughed, "What a great non-answer, the press is going to hate dealing with you."

He gave her a side hug and walked her back to the rest of the family. She never mentioned anything about not wanting to outshine Victor, only others. Hanse had always been adept at picking up on deception, and he still felt the real reason was just out of his line of sight. He didn't want to badger her, though, and ruin the day, especially given her accomplishment.

"I'll let the matter go. It's enough to know that she's a born MechWarrior."

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Chapter 7

New Avalon Institute of Science, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
September 5th 3047



As part of the exchange program, which he had a sneaking suspicion had been put in place just for him and Katherine, he was to attend the New Avalon Military Academy. Nestled within the heart of the NAIS, it was even more advanced than the Nagelring. That was saying something, as the Nagelring boasted state-of-the-art technology – the very best on the market. The difference was that the NAIS kept inventing a new best, and students often had the opportunity to test the new toys first.

The faculty and student body made him feel welcome. He was wary of social climbers, but the camaraderie felt genuine. In the second year, they did more advanced scenarios in 'Mech simulator combat, with people taking turns commanding the lance to fulfill objectives.

Victor always scored high, but he saw Kai struggle with indecisiveness when it was his turn to lead.

He's afraid of failing, just like after the simulator battle.

Learning that a fellow student had been piloting one of the Centurions he fought was a bit of a shock. Both Centurions had moved with an eerie, almost unnatural grace. They reminded him of the way his sister moved in the 'Mech simulators. Despite Kai's incredible performance, he had thought he failed, and fear of failure was what was holding him back from succeeding.

Victor would encourage him, but that seemed to put even more stress on him. He finally came up with a stratagem that worked.

"Kai, you are up as commander for this mission. I want you to change your perspective during this run."

"How so?" Kai asked.

"You're worried about making a mistake, and it causes hesitation, but you're forgetting something about this academy. You're supposed to make mistakes. That way, you can learn from them. Instead of dismissing your ideas as ones that will never work, lean in and try them anyway. Figure out from the instructors where you went wrong instead of trying to figure that out on your own."

Kai frowned. "But won't that affect our class ranking? You've worked hard to maintain your number one rank."

Victor waved aside the concern. "And even if we utterly bomb it, I'll still be at the top. You're the only one beating me in outright combat scoring, and that's by a hair. I've maxed my grades and test scores in all the academic portions, and leadership attributes are scored as high as they can be. Don't worry about it."

In the end, Kai did listen to him, and they aced the exercise. Victor was pleased with his friend's performance, and a friend he was. Kai, unlike most everyone else, was someone he could trust. He was a peer, of sorts, in that they both would inherit a realm to rule. Kai was also so self-deprecating that the idea of him trying to climb a social ladder using Victor was unimaginable. Hell, Victor was the one who had to pull him out of his shell altogether.

After a few weeks, Victor was approached by Wendy. She was a hard-working cadet, and through Katherine's letters, he knew she had been his sister's roommate.

"Victor, you study far too much. Why don't you and Kai join Amy and me for dinner? I'd like to make it a double date," she said with a smile.

Victor was on guard. Even though Wendy hadn't been anything like some of the other cadets and didn't seem like a grasping individual, he was the Archon-Prince Designate. He had to be careful, and any sort of romantic entanglement would cause issues.

"I'm flattered," he said with a practiced smile, "but…"

She laughed. "Victor, I don't know any other way to get Kai to relax, and it's him that I'm after, not you."

Victor felt a rare heat rise to his cheeks.

I just arrogantly assumed…

"And Amy knows the drill; her father is a Hauptmann-General, so she knows the political score. So, what do you say?"

Victor's smile changed into a more genuine one. "I'd be delighted to."

Kai took a little bit of badgering, but he came along, and the night was more enjoyable than studying Galois Theory. The place they went to was on the NAIS campus, and it served as an informal hangout where NAMA cadets, NAIS students, and staff occasionally crossed paths.

Victor found Amy enjoyable to be around. She hovered on the edges of rudeness, but it was always in pursuit of a humorous or sarcastic remark. Meanwhile, Wendy was drawing Kai out of his shell, and he seemed to be unwinding a bit.

"Well, if it isn't the future First Prince come to rub elbows with the little folk!"

Donald Poole had a cocky grin on his face as he clapped Victor on the shoulder.

Victor narrowed his eyes. Cadet Poole didn't act like Ciro, but he was also a bit of an abrasive personality. He wasn't much of a 'Mech pilot, but he scored well in other areas. For a would-be MechWarrior, not getting command of a lance after attending NAMA would be viewed as a failure, but he would have a fallback in being given command of infantry if he wanted it. Many, however, would rather join the enlisted ranks and obtain a non-leadership position in a 'Mech than serve as an officer elsewhere.

"It wasn't an insult – I really think it's good of you. We've all been watching you, and the other cadets and I think you are the real deal. The Fox's heir. Someone who gives a shit, unlike other royals. We see it when…"

"What do you mean, other royals?" Victor interrupted, a bit of anger leaking out. "Kai works just as hard as…"

Poole backed up with his hands up. "No, no, not what I meant." He looked at Kai. "He's a hard worker and a badass in the simulators. You're just taking this seriously, and with you showing up and putting in the work, you're head and shoulders above your sister."

Is this idiot really talking about Katherine?

"Is this a joke? You think my sister isn't taking things seriously? She's one of the best in your cadre. Everyone's scores are public." Victor was annoyed but also confused. Was this guy just trying to ingratiate himself with the future head of the realm? Did he think bad-mouthing his sister and trying to make some sort of biased comparison between the two was a way to forge a bond?

Idiot.

Poole rolled his eyes. "The staff give her a pass on everything. Not saying she doesn't have talent –she's got the Fox's genes, same as you – but you work for it. She's lazy and entitled, and getting special treatment."

Victor laughed. "Katherine? Lazy? You clearly don't know her."

Wendy interjected. "Donald, you shouldn't shit-talk someone who isn't here. Katherine does have other responsibilities, you know."

"I don't see Victor cruising back to another planet to shoot holovids for skin products." Turning to Victor, Donald took on a more contrite tone. "Look, I don't want to start any trouble. I understand why you want to defend her; she's your sister, so forget I said anything."

Victor let him go without another word and chuckled when it was just the four of them.

"Can you believe him? Has he even met my sister?"

Amy and Wendy looked uncomfortable.

"What?" Victor asked in confusion.

Amy shrugged. "She does skip a lot of classes. No one else can do that and not suffer consequences. She's literally never done any range time. I know some 'Mech pilots think that part of the curriculum is stupid and unnecessary, but we all show up. In his own dumb way, Donald was probably trying to compliment you."

"That's not the Katherine I know. She's a damned genius and excels at everything. She's my younger sister and was the one who encouraged me to do better in my studies. Kai, set the record straight."

Kai gave an apologetic smile. "I know she does miss class. As for the firearms training… I thought you knew?"

"Know what?" Victor was growing ever more baffled by the minute.

Kai looked at the two girls and then leaned in to whisper to him. "The terrorist attack of '42."

He just looked at Kai still utterly bewildered.

"I don't know what any of you are talking about. If she skipped class, she had a reason, but there's no way she's getting passed along just because of who she is. This is the New Avalon Military Academy; they're not going to cook the lex in her favor."

Wendy changed the subject, but Victor was not the type of person to let things go. The next day, he asked to speak with the Kommandant and get to the bottom of this.

Victor had his meeting bright and early, the following morning.

"Cadet Steiner-Davion, you can't expect me to give you details about another cadet. Her scores are posted like everyone else."

"Yes, sir, I understand that. All I am asking is whether what people are saying about her is true – that she's getting favorable treatment."

The Kommandant, a grizzled veteran, stared at him for several moments and then sighed. "Cadet, are you asking me to give you favorable treatment based on who you are and bend the rules to share information about your sister?"

Victor's jaw dropped, and for the second time in 24 hours he felt a flush come to his cheeks.

"Err, no Kommandant, I apologize."

"Victor, you are on New Avalon. I'm not going to share anything with you, but your father, as the First Prince, has access to everything."

Victor saluted and then left.

Wait, so something is going on, otherwise he wouldn't tell me to talk to my father. Hmm…

Hanse Davion was his father, but also not someone he could simply pick up a communication device and contact. Victor reached out to his FCIS security detail and asked them to arrange a brief five-minute call with his father when possible. Given Victor's own required attendance, and the demands of state, it wasn't all that easy to coordinate a time.

Two days later, he was on a secure line with his father.

"Everything going well?"

"Yes. I… I don't know. It probably isn't my business, but there's been some strange talk about Katherine, and I wanted to get to the bottom of it."

Victor proceeded to share what he had heard and what the NAMA Kommandant had said.

His father laughed. "Special treatment? Yes, I suppose some would call it that. Your sister is not only enrolled in NAMA, but also in the College of Engineering at NAIS. She misses class to attend her other focus of study and has tested out of some of the courses they wouldn't normally allow, but she's proven she knows the material."

Hah! Lazy? Entitled? No, not my sister!

The final thing nagging him was Kai's comment. "Someone else had a theory that she wasn't doing range time because of the terrorist attack in '42. It confused me…"

"Who?" His father's voice had gone from fatherly to that of the First Prince.

Victor swallowed, "Uh, one of the other cadets, but that's not important."

"Victor, this is not a game. ROM hit us hard that year, and everything about those events is at the highest classification. What exactly was said, and by whom?"

Faced with a direct order and his father's serious voice, he confessed it was Kai who whispered to him that perhaps Katherine didn't want to spend time at the firing range due to something that happened then.

The voice on the other end relaxed. "Thank you, that makes me feel better."

"So…" Victor trailed.

"We didn't tell you and your other siblings due to the nature of the issue. I honestly wasn't prepared to talk with you about this right now. Suffice it to say that Kai has the wrong idea, and that Katherine is already highly proficient and has no need for time on the range. I'll discuss this with you more in person, during the holidays."

Victor was now rabidly curious. Still, he was pleased to know that Katherine was not doing something untoward as a princess. He hadn't thought so, but having confirmation of that made his steps lighter as he returned to his dorm.

The Nagelring, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
October 1st 3047


The Nagelring was very different from NAMA. The 'Mech simulators were just as advanced as the ones in NAMA, but everything else was just not quite up to par. Oh, to be sure, it was a premier institution, but it was clearly second best in terms of facilities and technology.

NAIS is the future. More war-tech comes from it than all the other universities in both halves of the Federated Commonwealth!

The second big change was the student body. Just as skilled as their Davion counterparts, the major difference was their attitude towards me—they loved me, something that was both a boon and a curse. The number of requests for pictures and autographs was highly unprofessional, but on the other hand, it meant that the marketing contracts I worked with would be quite profitable. More profitable than my current contract with TharHes Industries, but hopefully, once we had some of my Spitfires in the field, that would change.

On a personal level, it was disconcerting. I didn't want to constantly compare the two institutions, but I felt the NAMA cadets acted better. They saw me as a fellow cadet. Their attitude of polite distance made sense—I was the boss's daughter; they didn't want to make a wrong move. It was just more comfortable on New Avalon.

It wasn't all bad, though. There were a few students who came from New Kyoto, a planet near the border with the Free Worlds League. That planet was a good 150 light-years, or five jumps via JumpShip, from the nearest Draconis Combine world. Without a command circuit, that meant over a month travel time. Despite that, most of the population were of Japanese descent.

Aiko Roth was one such student, a mixture of Japanese and Germanic ethnicity, though it wasn't nearly so simple as one parent being Japanese and the other German. Further up the line, probably as such, but she clearly looked more Japanese than German. Given we were at the Nagelring, she spoke German more fluently.

Her datapad had what looked like an anime-themed wrap around the back of it. I didn't recognize any of the characters, but it intrigued me. During my research into manga, I had of course learned of New Kyoto, but I found nothing for sale related to that – though perhaps not much of it made it off-world. The Lyran Commonwealth side of the Federated Commonwealth tended to be a bit more open-minded about other cultural groups, as long as there was money to be made. It wasn't uncommon, though that was improving, for Federated Suns merchants to refuse to sell to people of Capellan ancestry in the Capellan March worlds. Lyrans never had that problem; if you could pay in C-Bills, Kroner, or Pounds, your money was as good as anyone else's. It was a much more rational position to take.

Even so, a cultural subgroup with a shared ancestry with the Draconis Combine was not always well-received. This meant that if there was a market for old manga and anime, it might not have gotten off-world. Intrigued, I approached her.

"Hello, you're Aiko, right? I couldn't help but admire your wrap on the datapad. Where is it from?"

She gave a slight bow. "Ah, Princess Katherine, thank you for your kind words. It is from a silly holovid from my childhood. It holds special meaning for me, but it likely wouldn't interest you."

I shook my head. "I'm always curious about things I haven't encountered before. I could use someone to revise my notes with if you aren't too busy."

Aiko looked down. "Uhm, hmm, if you would like to, I would be pleased to help."

We set a time together, and then I hurried off to work on some of my long-term assignments due for the College of Engineering back on New Avalon. The staff was working with me, but I needed to write an extensive paper on theoretical applications for the new Myomer Armor in industrial work as opposed to the battlefield. I also had some smaller assignments in urban planning, particularly bridges.

I checked my messages through a ComStar terminal and saw, to my surprise, a new name in the list of contacts. Isis Marik, after all these years, had sent me correspondence. I scanned through the contents: a polite greeting, questions about my interests, nothing untoward, but also quite generic. It seemed as if it was drafted by committee, rather than a genuine personal letter. Nonetheless, I thought it was a good first step. I drafted a response and forwarded it back through ComStar.

Isis was the current heir of the Free Worlds League; however, her father had recently married the Duchess of Oceana. Sophina Desiree could very well bear children for Thomas Marik and, in historical Marik fashion, lead to some nasty conflicts in the future. Either way, being on friendly terms with someone who could become the Captain-General of the Free Worlds League couldn't be bad.

I was kept busy, and despite my father's request to take the training seriously and utilize the Nagelring 'Mech instructors' expertise to improve myself, I didn't see much value. This was quite arrogant of me, but I likened it to a senior Imperial Mage giving me lessons on how to fight over the skies of the Empire. Not necessary, as I was already better.

It also wasn't as if I was embarrassing the family. I continued to use my piloting skills to their fullest, but like with my early duels with Victor, I deliberately missed or aimed for parts that were still armored. Even so, I found myself nearing the top of my cohort again.

Hmm, my time is already pulled in several directions, but perhaps I can get a head start on improving the caliber of the MechWarriors here. I've started to notice some bad habits in my peers. A little tutoring in the finer points of 'Mech combat wouldn't go amiss, and it would help me keep a lookout for able meat shields for my eventual command.

New Avalon Institute of Science, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
October 24th 3047

"No, that can't be true. Katherine?"

Wendy watched as Kai's handsome face heated up.

"I wish it were not so, but it seems she grew out of it. We have written to each other throughout our childhood. It isn't so unbelievable given the close relationship my father has with her father. The mysterious head of the MIIO cuts a dashing figure, and while I can't compare…"

Wendy laughed. "There's no way, Kai. Katherine might as well be made of ice. I refuse to believe she had a crush on you!"

She leaned into him. "Though if it had happened that way, I couldn't blame her. You are quite easy on the eyes."

Wendy enjoyed making her boyfriend squirm under her compliments, but it was true. Kai kept himself in excellent shape, and his mixed heritage had left him with a certain exotic air.

He kissed her, a clever strategy to change the subject, and they held each other for a time, but Wendy wasn't through just yet.

"So… does the Archon-Prince Designate know?"

Kai sat back in alarm. "No, Victor doesn't know, nor should he ever know!"

"Hmm, you don't think he would approve of you breaking his little sister's heart?"

"Wendy!"

She laughed. "I'm kidding. Don't forget, I think you are wrong about her. I just don't see it, but keep your delusions after all."

They relaxed and curled together, just enjoying the shared moment of silent companionship for a time. Wendy eventually broke the silence.

"We are halfway through our schooling. Have you given thought to where you want to try to get a posting?" Wendy asked.

Kai nodded. "If it isn't too forward… I was thinking the Davion Heavy Guards."

His eyes were a mixture of vulnerability and curiosity, and Wendy couldn't help but love him for it.

"Kai, you know the traditions, are you saying…"

He shrugged helplessly, "I don't wish to be forward, and things may certainly change, but I… I don't know Wendy. I feel at peace with you."

"Calling me boring, eh?" Wendy gave him a playful push.

Kai grinned, and then sobered. "Am I being too forward?"

"Not at all!" Wendy said, exuding happiness.

The Davion Heavy Guards had a tradition where husband and wife fought side by side. While it wasn't always practical for that to happen given how the regiment operated, the Heavy Guards were a family. They were also considered one of the very best units in the Federated Commonwealth. Kai agreeing to the posting there meant he saw her as a potential lifelong partner in marriage.

I don't know what sort of pressure shaped you, Kai Allard-Liao, but you desperately need a place where you can be at peace. Despite your incredible skill you are so hard on yourself. I can't imagine what your family life was like. Justin Allard is a patriot, but the man probably has impossible standards for his children.

"In fact," Wendy continued, "I think it solves a lot of problems at once. The Heavy Guards will likely stay stationed on New Avalon for the foreseeable future. You can be close to family, hell you practically grew up in Avalon City. It will be perfect."

Kai's nervous expression morphed into relief, and they embraced again. Wendy loved being so close to him, but a part of her also wondered what the future had in store. Kai's mother ruled the St. Ives Compact and had recently suffered through cancer. NAIS doctors were galaxy-renowned, and she was in remission. But what would happen if she did die in the next decade? Would Kai leave the Heavy Guards and take his place as the head of the St. Ives Compact? Would she go with him?

Kai's parents worked it out. He's still the head of the FCIS even while she rules. They make it work, and so will we!

She was also getting a bit ahead of herself. First, they both had to make the cut and get top billing. Another 18 months of rigorous training were ahead of them. Wendy would do what she had always done, her best.

The Nagelring, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
November 29th 3047


Aiko sadly had little knowledge of 20th-century manga or anime. In fact, the wrap on her datapad seemed to correspond to nothing I was familiar with. She did promise to write back home and see if her friends and acquaintances might be familiar.

It's a bit unseemly, given my cumulative age, but it would be nice to find a touchstone from my first life.

Aiko was a polite and somewhat reserved young woman. She was hard working and when she contributed in class she displayed a strong analytical style. When it came to 'Mech combat, she was a bit behind the curve, but there was some solid natural talent there.

"Aiko, did you get much practice on New Kyoto?"

She shook her head. "No, not much. I don't come from a MechWarrior family. We were more mercantile minded. But our system is only one jump away from Solaris, and some of the matches caught my interest." Her cheeks reddened slightly. "There was one match in particular in May of 3044 that changed the course of my life. Now I wish to pilot a 'Mech and help bring order to the galaxy for our nation."

I nodded, and began piecing a few things together in my head.

"We can do some additional training in the simulators, if you'd like. You have excellent coordination, and as you gain more proficiency, that will start to show."

Aiko smiled. "If it is not too much trouble… it would be an honor to be tutored by one of the top-ranked 'Mech pilots in our class."

And so I began working with her. There were some small habits that I broke early. Aiko's gunnery abilities were strong, but she often moved as if she were a person, as opposed to piloting a 'Mech. The difference was subtle because the 'Mech, despite the Neurohelmet and Gyroscope, did not create a perfect replica of your mental movements; it couldn't because of physical limitations. This led to mistakes, delays in aiming weaponry, and a tendency not to push your 'Mech to its maximum potential.

After a few months working with me, she had rapidly improved and was squarely in the first quartile. I projected her growth to easily put her in the top decile by the end of her training. I wouldn't be around to see it, since I would be back in NAMA for my final year, but I would keep an eye on her. Since we would be graduating at the same time, it would be fantastic if I could bring her on as one of my lance commanders.

I met with Ainsworth regularly, both because she was a valued co-worker and because she helped provide insight on potential threats. The Nagelring was not quite as secure as NAMA, but it was close. When I had arrived on Tharkad, there was a bit of a personnel switch. The old Overwatch had been reassigned, and the new Overwatch was a lanky man named Gustav.

"And that wraps things up," Ainsworth finished. "Are you still sure you don't want to travel back to New Avalon for the holidays to see your parents and brother?"

I let my body language portray a bit of uncertainty, and then I firmly said, "Yes, there is too good of an opportunity. My Great-Aunt Nondi went through a lot of trouble to include me in the veteran's support ceremony on Donegal, and you know I've always wanted to visit the headquarters of the Commonwealth Free Trade Society. I'll also be doing a holovid campaign with Mauser and Gray Firearms, on planet."

I knew it created complications for my security team, but it was fine. It gave them practice too!

Gustav took a sip of what smelled like black coffee.

"With the number of JumpShips travelling between the systems, you'll be back just in time for courses to resume." Gustav set down his cup. "We've been meaning to ask you about your new friend. Aren't you concerned she might be a Combine sympathizer?"

I looked at Ainsworth. "Please tell me he shoots better than he dissembles."

Ainsworth kept her face smooth, but her eyes glittered with amusement.

"Near perfect shot at anything under 1400 meters, but he's gotten 80ish accuracy at over four kilometers. So, yes. He can shoot."

That is impressive.

"I don't understand." Gustav looked a bit put out.

I gave him a frank look. "All right, for starters, she isn't a Draconis Combine spy, nor is she some type of sympathizer. How do I know this? Because it would make all the sense in the Inner Sphere to investigate the close acquaintances I come across. Two, both you and she have made it rather obvious that she's FCIS."

Gustav's eyes had widened and they darted to Ainsworth.

"Hah, pay up, I told you!" Ainsworth crowed.

He began grumbling. "Ok, ok, but how?"

"Too many clues, you pushed her in front of me with too many indicators. She moves with an easy grace; that doesn't mean much in a vacuum, but unless she had a history of being trained in an advanced martial art, or perhaps a gymnast, it would be odd. When I spoke with her, she never mentioned either of those hobbies, meaning she likely had some formal training."

I held up two fingers. "Two, she had a datapad wrap; and I've only seen that done a few times. Most people don't bother decorating. And never at an elite military academy. A design that was kept within my line of sight to draw my eye and attention."

Gustav rubbed his hand across the side of his face as I continued my explanation.

"Her cover story of watching the Solaris games was good, but it sounded a wee bit too practiced. Including a specific month and year was also not the ideal. Her mannerisms and behavior also seemed to fit a bit too cleanly for what someone who has knowledge of me would assume I liked in others."

In fairness, they got that right on the money. A hard worker who doesn't cause needless friction? One who takes coaching and training well? A dream come true for any leader, military or business.

"She even has a mercantile background? You lot laid it on quite thick with that."

Ainsworth collected the stack of Kroner from Gustav.

"I knew you would figure it out," she said, "but now what? The goal here wasn't to try to spy on you. Our superiors just thought it would be useful to have someone who would regularly be around you with training who could help protect you in environments where we are not there."

I nodded. "Like the classroom setting. Or when we are piloting live 'Mechs, potentially even later on in my military career."

"Exactly," Ainsworth replied with a smile. "I had hoped there would be no hard feelings when you learned, and I knew you would learn of it."

"I'm not upset, as I stated, it was fairly obvious. Aiko was trained to be an agent, I suspect LIC Molehunters originally, yes?" Ainsworth inclined her head affirmatively. "Which explains why her 'Mech piloting capabilities weren't as keen as her peers. The reality is, she is highly competent and will make a great MechWarrior, and I would be happy to have her as part of my command."

"I'm impressed. Princess Katherine, you already had my respect and my diligent service based on your parentage, but now you have it for who you are," Gustav stated with a straightforward tone that had a hint of reverence in it.

I was happy to hear it. One could never have too many good subordinates.

Avalon City, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
December 25th 3047

It was Christmas, and Victor was glad to be around his family again. He wished Katherine was there, but he knew how hard she was pushing her new Spitfire Cannons. It had stunned him to learn that she was already designing weaponry that was going to be part of the AFFC. That was on top of being an ace 'Mech pilot and taking a double course load.

She really is amazing.

His sister was thoughtful too and had arranged for gifts for the family. Victor had received a set of sweets that somehow, she had learned he enjoyed, which were produced on Tharkad. Along with that had come a miniature Victor 'Mech figurine. His father had received a miniature Battlemaster and his mother a miniature Warhammer. Victor knew his mother had piloted only one 'Mech in her life, and it was the Warhammer that had been her mother's. Melissa Steiner had wanted to show her people that as Archon she too was a MechWarrior, and had even taken a semester in the Nagelring to learn how to pilot it, though she would be quick to admit she would never actually use one in combat.

His brother Peter hounded him with questions about the two academies and openly asked his parents (again) to attend early. They (again) told him he needed to be further along with his academics to even consider joining early, like Katherine had. Victor thought it unlikely he would buckle down and actually do so, but he provided an encouraging word to him and some advice with the simulators.

After the close-knit family celebration, they would have an appearance for the public. Security was tight, and Victor's smile felt frozen as various nobility and senior military leaders shook his hand, wishing him a Merry Christmas and, on occasion, a 'Happy Christmas.'

"Merry Christmas, Victor," Marshal Bishop Sortek shook his hand.

Bishop was in his 30s, with close-cropped hair and a firm handshake. As commander of the 1st Davion Guards RCT, he was stationed on New Avalon alongside the Davion Heavy Guards RCT, the New Avalon Crucis March Militia, and Team Banzai. The New Avalon CMM was a full RCT, unlike many other March Militias, while Team Banzai operated at regiment strength. There was an eager rivalry between all four commands, and the yearly simulator duels between their command companies were always a competitive treat.

Bishop had won this year's competition and Victor was glad to be able to congratulate him in person.

"Congratulations, Marshal Sortek. The way you took down Marshal Adelmana's Banshee – what a match! I'm sure your unit is enjoying their bragging rights," Victor said with a smile.

The taller man nodded. "Thank you. I've heard your father plans to station you somewhere on the Lyran side. Shame – you would do well here."

Victor gave a slight shrug. "Honestly, sir, I don't think I would want to be stationed on New Avalon."

The man raised an eyebrow. "Young and eager can be good, but war is a terrible thing. Don't be too eager for a fight that you start looking for one at every opportunity."

Victor swallowed, understanding intellectually that Bishop was right. And yet, he longed to prove himself. His father's shadow was a long one, and he was determined to live up to the expectations placed on the first ever Archon-Prince.

Further conversation didn't take place, as there was essentially a queue to speak with him and his father. It was on to the next important person. And the next. And the next. He would have much rather spoken at length with people like Marshal Sortek than over a hundred people for just a minute or two. When it was finally over, he and his family returned to their quarters, and his parents sat down with him – alone, not with the other children.

"Victor," his father began, "you had some questions regarding the attack in '42. Justin has spoken with his son, and we see where the confusion could have taken place. You've matured quite a bit, so I trust that you will keep this confidential. Your sister has always been extremely advanced for her age, and there is a concern that if the details were released, it could make people view her differently. Not that it would necessarily be a bad thing…"

His mother cleared her throat. "We've talked about this Hanse."

His father nodded. "In 3042, ROM struck out at every field agent they could identity who had participated in an operation to take down identified ROM agents. Due to our previous successes, they had limited resources on New Avalon, but if there's one thing ComStar has, it's money. They ended up hiring hundreds of people involved in criminal gangs and organizations to stage a series of attacks. One of those targets was Agent Patricia Ainsworth."

"Mein Gott, that's Katherine's primary guard, isn't it? She was attacked while Katherine was with her? Why didn't you tell me? She must have been terrified and so alone. I know I was young, but I would have been there for her," Victor said, his voice a mixture of shock and anger.

I never noticed her act any different. Is that why she is so chilly to other people?

"She is. Agent Ainsworth was gravely wounded in the assassination attempt," his father said slowly. "However, that isn't all. During the attack, Katherine took part in killing the hired guns and ended up saving Ainsworth and who knows how many others. I was, of course, proud but also concerned with how it would affect her psychologically."

Victor tried to wrap his mind around the news. His sister, at the age of nine, had killed. It was hard to imagine himself doing something similar at that age. He didn't think he'd even had any arms training that young.

"Is that why she avoids the range? Does it remind her of that day?"

Victor knew that killing was part of being a MechWarrior, but there was a certain level of detachment involved. MechWarriors were adults who could grasp and confront the consequences of blood on their hands.

His father chuckled, which earned another glare from Victor's mother.

"No, not at all. Your sister is a born warrior. No one should feel guilt for killing the scum sent to murder our citizens. In that regard, Katherine is very much like me. Your sister just doesn't have time to participate in something she is already incredibly proficient at. Ainsworth says her marksmanship scores are near Olympic level, and she has proven she won't freeze in a combat situation."

That made sense to Victor and fit the picture he had built up of his little sister.

"Killing shouldn't be that easy," his mother said forcefully. "I had, and still have, concerns over your sister's mental state. The ability to do what she did has been linked to psychopathy and…"

"She isn't," his father replied firmly. "The neuro and behavioral teams agreed that she only expresses some of those traits, but not others. We won't retread the same ground, Melissa, but as I've said before, killing our enemies without hesitation isn't a bad trait." He turned to Victor. "The matter is sensitive. Your mother loves and adores Katherine, yet she struggles with how she views her now. Imagine what strangers, what the general public, would think. An adult MechWarrior killing on the battlefield is very different than a child killing several men in a restaurant. That is why we've kept that day highly classified, and we've also worried about how you and the others would react."

Victor's head was still spinning, but he thought it through. He found that it didn't change his perception of his sister much. Katherine was highly analytical. She clearly loved her family, so he wasn't worried on that front, but her reasoning for doing things was always soundly pragmatic. It wouldn't be pragmatic to feel guilt over defending oneself from assassins, so she simply didn't.

"I understand, and thank you for trusting me with this information. I am still saddened I wasn't there for her, but I am proud of her actions. This won't change my feelings toward her. She's still going to be that sister I mentor in the simulators like always, and will no doubt be my strong right hand when I rule the Federated Commonwealth."

Tharkad City, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
February 4th 3048


Field Marshal Nondi Steiner was not often a happy woman. The Federated Commonwealth was an unholy abomination that sought to subvert hundreds of years of history as the Lyran Commonwealth. She had tried to tell her older sister, Archon Katrina, that it would enslave the Lyran side to the Davion war machine, but Katrina hadn't listened.

As usual.

Nondi's bitterness over her sister's decision to sell Melissa to Hanse Davion had only grown since her death. Melissa had been made the Archon, but she was clearly subservient to the Fox. Just look at how the combination of militaries and intelligence agencies was unfolding! A Federated Suns head now led the newly formed AFFC and the FCIS. If Nondi were less of a dutiful and loyal family member, she might have considered something more drastic. But the very idea of betrayal and treachery sickened her. No, she would do her duty, as much as it galled her.

She had been given Lyran Commonwealth State Command, with access to over 150 'Mech Regiments. It was a tremendous amount of power, and an even greater amount of stress. Often, she wondered if it was time to retire, but without her voice, would any Lyran interests ever again be considered?

And so she soldiered on, hoping that more of Melissa than Hanse would develop in their children. She had held some hope for Victor. He was a polite and earnest youth, but as he grew older, it became clear that he worshipped the ground his father walked on. The future 'Archon-Prince' – a disgusting title – would follow as best he could in his Davion father's footsteps.

He's a gifted 'Mech pilot, but already arrogant, considering himself above others. The reports from his first year in the Nagelring confirm that. He kept every Lyran at arm's distance, but now he takes part in the exchange program and is best friends with the Allard-Liao, the heir to the puppet state of the Suns?

As disappointed as Victor made her, she felt the precise opposite about Melissa's second oldest child. Katherine was born to be an Archon. Her intelligence dwarfed Victor's. She was two years his junior, but would be graduating at the same time as her elder brother. What's more, she took others under her wing at the Nagelring and sought Nondi's advice regarding artillery usage. Her questions and understanding of tactical warfare were impressive. Oh, she had some naïve notions, but she was still a child and could carry on a conversation with a Marshal commanding thousands of 'Mechs!

Not only that, but she understood that life was not just bloody war and conquest. She took time to get to know her people, to engage with them and their interests. Making time to speak with merchant alliances showed how much the Lyran blood flowed true in her.

With Katherine's exceptional progress, she could choose which unit she would be assigned to. Nondi intended to make sure she stayed in the half of the Federated Commonwealth that was her true home. She couldn't make the choice, but she could influence it. After all, had not Katherine come to her for advice on her artillery project? Had Katherine not agreed to attend the events on Donegal?

She'll listen to me, and I'll help with her projects, even if I find them of slightly dubious merit. It isn't as if artillery ever truly changed the course of a battle; why not go with a less expensive option?

Nondi knew Katherine's intention was to increase the number of batteries in RCTs, but the Field Marshal did not see much value in that portion of the proposal. On the other hand, replacing the artillery units that were destroyed or became unserviceable due to wear and tear—on the cheap? That had value. So, she placed an order for a dozen battalions of the Spitfire Cannons. As Long Toms, Thumpers, and Sniper Cannon platforms were replaced, they would be sent the new, less expensive artillery, and the savings could be used to continue upgrading the line 'Mechs with the new tech coming from NAIS.

Katherine would be grateful, and what was more, she would continue to listen to her great-aunt.

She'll do right as a Lyran. She'll be stationed here, and the people's love for her will continue to grow. Regardless of whether the realms stay united or split apart, it should be she who rules the Lyrans. The embodiment of Katrina's 'Mech piloting skills, combined with my good sense and wisdom, will make her unstoppable.

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Chapter 8

The Nagelring, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
August 30th 3048

Victor was back in the Nagelring for his final semester. This time, he was rooming with Renny Sanderlin. Renny was far taller than Victor, though Victor was used to that by now. What Victor liked about Renny was that he was unassuming and never tried to butter him up. Not that he was rude, but his comments when Victor struggled with astronavigation concepts made it clear that he didn't see Victor as his meal ticket.

Renny was also a fantastic MechWarrior. He was one of those who handled a 'Mech better on the training field than in a simulator. Some people were just like that, while Victor, like most others, performed the same in both. The way Renny piloted, though, seemed perfectly melded with his machine.

I could still take him, but it would be tough. He was born to pilot a fast medium, the kind that took advantage of his superior piloting skills.

He missed Kai and Wendy. He had heard of their plans to join the Davion Heavy Guards together, which left him with a pang of sadness. Victor was heading to the Lyran side after graduation, meaning he would be separated by hundreds of light-years from his friends.

The other students at the Nagelring weren't exactly making him feel welcome. They seemed to fall into two camps, and both frustrated him. The first was the sycophants, eager to plant their lips firmly on his ass. Their desperation was so obvious it sickened him. Their flattery, occasionally accurate when Victor did well, soured the personal triumph he'd normally feel after acing a simulator scenario.

The second group was the complete opposite. When assigned to work together in lance simulator missions, they challenged everything he did, which was maddening to deal with. It hadn't been like that in his first year, and if he'd cared more, he might've tried to figure it out. But, in all honesty, he didn't. In less than a year, he'd be a Kommandant, leading a full battalion. The petty dramas of the Nagelring already felt childish to him.

One interesting thing was the back-and-forth correspondence with his sister about the 'Mechs they'd be receiving from their parents after graduation. He, of course, had his heart set on the Victor, but Katherine had swayed him toward upgrading to the largest 'Mech possible. The new Devastator Assault 'Mech was now in production, but given its newness, there was still time to schedule a variant for the next production run.

Katherine had used it to great effect in the fight against their father. But he preferred the Victor's mobility, with his favorite weapon being the AC/20. They had tinkered with the existing Devastator schematics, and though its slower speed of 54 km/h was annoying, they could exchange one of the Gauss Rifles and one of the PPCs for an AC/20, CASE for the ammo, an advanced battle computer, and add jump jets. This deviated from the 'Mech's original design, but it was that or reconfigure the Atlas.

Final decisions needed to be made soon if he wanted his 'Mech ready by June next year. What surprised him was that Katherine wasn't getting an assault 'Mech at all. This flummoxed him since, as a Kommandant, she was entitled to a heavy 'Mech. The only exceptions were regiments like the Davion Light Guards or those raised on poorer worlds.

When he questioned her, she replied that her unit would be ad-hoc and operate differently than most line units. She planned to adopt some of Cassandra Liao's concepts from the St. Ives Janissaries. Instead of commanding a 'Mech regiment, she would combine a mixed force of 'Mechs, artillery, and vehicle support. On paper, it would be a reinforced artillery battalion, consisting of one 'Mech company primarily made up of light 'Mechs, two artillery companies, and one armored company.

The 1st​ NAIS Research Battalion, leave it to Katherine to create a whole new formation.

The plan was to station them on a near-Periphery world and hopefully conduct field testing with her new Spitfire Cannons when pirates or mercenaries tried their luck. In the end, she had chosen her graduation bounty to be a modified Phoenix Hawk-3D model. It made him nervous knowing his sister would be piloting only a 45-ton 'Mech, but with her aptitude in piloting, perhaps superior evasion would serve her better than more armor.

New Avalon Institute of Science, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
October 4th 3048



"Good, your aim is improving, let's run it again," Katherine told Wendy.

Wendy was slick with sweat from the jarring training session. This was one of the 'custom training' exercises that Katherine was putting her through. In this instance, the princess and Wendy's boyfriend, Kai, were in a pair of Blackjacks, alternately firing their AC/2s, causing her simulator cockpit to rock nearly nonstop. Her task was to land her PPC shots despite the continuous rocking of her 'Mech. This was not easy, but she was steadily improving.

The simulation loaded again, and she gritted her teeth and prepared to be knocked about again. Since returning to NAMA, Katherine had started these additional extracurricular training sessions. The reaction among the other cadets was mixed. Some were still resentful of the favorable treatment Katherine was receiving. The final year was the toughest, and being able to skip classes was something many were envious of.

Wendy had learned that Katherine was doing much more than just her NAMA training. She was neck-deep in the College of Engineering, designing things. Part of her wanted to explain to her fellow cadets what Katherine was doing, but she feared it would only make things worse. Custom-fitting their own 'Mech was something only a royal or some other highly placed blueblood could afford.

After another round of being jostled, they all exited the simulator. Katherine gave her a nod.

"You've overcome your weakness with aiming while under fire. Additional training can be helpful, but will have diminishing returns. I know your goal is to pilot a heavy 'Mech or even an assault one, but you're still given a rating in all 'Mech categories and those are applied toward your final class rank. My suggestion would be to run through light 'Mech simulator training with Kai when you have a spare moment," Katherine said.

"Thank you," Wendy replied, and she meant it. Her scores were probably good enough to get her into the Davion Heavy Guards, but her class rank had improved even further. The number of slots available each year was highly dependent on the regiment's attrition. Some highly skilled MechWarriors were rotated out when given a promotion, others retired, and yet others had career-ending accidents or even deaths.

After Katherine departed, Wendy gave Kai a kiss.

"Her and her brother are so different, and yet also utterly alike," she mused.

"How so?" Kai asked her.

"Their differences are obvious, but their drive and focus are eerily similar. Victor was number one here in NAMA in nearly every category. Only your 'Mech combat scores were better than his, but he beat you out in every other section. Both are scarily intelligent, and both have you as their friend. They must see your potential as well," she complimented.

Kai grimaced, "You praise me too much. I've corresponded with Katherine since childhood, and our fathers work closely together."

"Kai, my love, your inability to see how others perceive you is… something. Honestly, Kai, I thought you respected them."

He pulled his head back in surprise. "I do! They are incredible. You should have seen them on Tharkad…"

"Uh huh, then why do you think so little of their judgment?"

"I don't..." he trailed off. "Ah, I see. Because my self-reflection on my worth does not match their stated view of my worth, you believe I think their ability to perceive talent is off-kilter. Only, you don't think that I think that; instead, you are using this as a way for me to be less hard on myself."

"See? I knew you were smart," Wendy grinned and kissed him again.

Kai sighed. "I know I'm better than the average 'Mech pilot. I have to be. It's just I have a lot to live up to, and I don't think I can."

"Oh Kai, better than average? Pfft, that is like me saying Takashi Kurita is slightly uptight. We'll work on it. Now, how about we destress and clean up in the shower?"

She waggled her eyebrows, and saw that Kai was letting himself relax. Her lover rarely let his guard down, but intimate moments with her were a healthy release for him.

And quite an enjoyable time for us both!

Avalon City, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
February 10th​ 3049


"Results from the raid?" Hanse asked.

Justin reviewed the information on his datapad. "The mercenaries gave as good as they got, but the Kurita forces were well prepared. The Draconis Combine is also playing tit-for-tat and has hit two of our own worlds with raids. They were repulsed, but it has the Draconis March in an uproar."

Hanse frowned. This was nothing more than saber rattling and probing of defenses. He knew he wasn't facing the Coordinator of the Combine, Takashi, but his far more dangerous son, Theodore Kurita.

Attempting a victory over the Draconis Combine will be a massive undertaking. The time is not yet ripe. Time is on our side, though. They have nothing like our NAIS, and every year that goes by, we should grow stronger and stronger compared to our counterparts.

"Call off the other planned raids, Justin. I had hoped to find weakness so that we could end the threat of the Draconis Combine for all time. I wanted to gift my realm to my children, with us unquestionably secure. If we move now, even if we win, the cost would be oceans of blood and material."

Justin nodded. "I agree, Highness."

Hanse switched subjects. "Catch me up to speed about how Victor and Katherine are doing."

"Astonishingly well. Victor will earn the top spot at the Nagelring. He was more popular in NAMA, but the instructors are giving nothing but glowing reviews.

Hanse beamed with pride. "As they ought to. I wish he was as popular in the Lyran half. Given that the Suns half was far more pleased with the union of our realms, Melissa and I agreed to have Victor raised solely on Tharkad and attend the Nagelring, and still, his negatives are higher than his positives in the media."

"Ryan Steiner is partially to blame," Justin replied. "There's been no hot spots in the Isle of Skye, but there is long-running tension. The media sees Victor as the embodiment of you, and Katherine as the embodiment of Melissa."

Hanse drummed his fingers on the table. "We'll continue with our plan of having him assigned to a Lyran unit. The more time he has on that side of FedCom, the more the Lyrans will accept him. I'll also see if we can make a big media splash of him graduating top of his class. Melissa will hit the circuit hard as well; her popularity numbers are unmatched by anyone."

"Well, almost everyone," Justin corrected.

Hanse turned to him with a curious look.

"Your daughter's favorables have edged out her mother's. She's the face of several product lines across dozens of worlds. She's eminently photogenic, and from Nondi Steiner on down, Lyran High Command likes her."

"Good, she can be her brother's biggest advocate," Hanse remarked. "How have her simulator results gone?"

"They have improved, but not as much as she is capable of. The instructors have noted she has spent considerable time working on ad-hoc training with other cadets. That includes my son's romantic interest, Wendy Sylvester, and Gregory LeBeau," Justin replied with a note of amusement.

"LeBeau… why does that name sound familiar?"

"He's the son of the CFO of Achernar BattleMechs, Paul LeBeau. You've met him in person," he looked down at his datapad, "twice."

"Are they doing well?" Hanse asked.

"Yes, both were previously good, but now are some of the best. Your daughter has a knack for training. If you hadn't already promised to let her create the 1st​ NAIS Research Battalion, I would have suggested she lead a training battalion."

His daughter's choice was downright… odd. An artillery-focused mixed battalion? She had also requested primarily recently graduated artillery officers, 'Mech pilots, and armored officers. He had declined that, because a unit needed some seasoning. For all her brilliance and skill, she was still very young, and the battlefield was different from a simulator.

"That may be a future assignment for her. She's probably the youngest Kommandant either of our realms has ever had, so we shall see. And your own son, he seems likely to wish to join with Wendy in the Davion Heavy Guards. Are you pleased with that selection?" Hanse asked with curiosity.

"It will be good to have him on the same planet. Wendy has been good for him. As has Victor. I'm not personally a fan of the structure of the Heavy Guards; the idea of family working in the same unit is problematic. But, so long as he is happy, that is all I care about."

Hanse did, of course, care about his children's happiness. But his ambitions for his children were far higher than Justin's. Victor would be the first ever Archon-Prince. Hanse had high hopes that Victor would not only lead the combined realm successfully but also finally bring to heel the rest of the Inner Sphere. Both he and Melissa had talked of handing over the reins of ruling the realm long before they passed. That would ensure a far smoother transition and allow them to play an advisory role during his critical first few years.

I must admit, it will be hard to relinquish being in the ruler's seat. I have never felt more alive than when plotting the future of the Inner Sphere.

"Good. The Heavy Guards will be lucky to have him. Anything else that needs my attention?"

"Some good news from New Syrtis. The new Axman and Caesar 'Mechs are now in full production. The New Syrtis Capellan March Militia is very pleased with the designs and sent glowing reviews. Both 'Mechs take advantage of XL engines and Double Heat Sinks. While highly expensive to manufacture, ton for ton, they will outclass other designs. While heavy 'Mechs, they can go toe to toe with assault 'Mechs that don't have those advantages."

Hanse grinned. When war inevitably broke out again, he was thrilled to know that the Federated Commonwealth would have a sizable technological edge!

The Nagelring, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
May 19th 3049


Victor felt a sense of accomplishment and pride. For once, he didn't mind the ever-present pomp and circumstance. Watching the other members of his graduating class introduce their parents, siblings, and guests to the proud kith and kin of others, he realized how significant that was for many. He had been laser-focused on his goals and future, but so had everyone else. They had all earned the right to celebrate and be proud of their accomplishments.

His blond head lifted, and his smile broadened as his roommate stepped in, nearly filling the doorway. Victor raised his hand in a wave.

"Over here, Renny."

Victor's mammoth roommate, Renard Sanderlin, returned the greeting and turned to lead three more people into the room. When Renny reached him, he took Victor's hand in his massive paw and gave his arm a hearty shake.

"Hey Vic, glad to see you still here. There was a line at the restaurant…"

Victor waved off the concern, and then saw the new unit insignia sewn on the uniform's shoulder.

"You made it into the Uhlans! That's great, Renny. Congratulations!"

Renny flushed and then scratched the back of his neck before introducing his guests.

"Vic, these are my parents, Albert and Nadine Sanderlin."

Greetings were exchanged, and Renny only supplied Victor's first name.

Renny's mother smiled politely. "Victor?" she said hesitantly, waiting for Renny to supply his roommate's family name.

"Mother, this is my roommate, Victor Ian Steiner-Davion."

Victor saw Nadine Sanderlin stiffen, then start to drop into a curtsey. He leaned forward, gently resting a hand on her shoulder. "Please don't," he said smoothly. He pointed toward the gold cord looped around Renny's left shoulder and then to a similar braid around his own. "This reception is for those of us fortunate to rank in the top 5 percent of our class. Here, thank God, I am among equals and wish to be treated no differently than my friends."

Nadine raised an embarrassed hand to her mouth. "Forgive me, Highness. I should have recognized you from the news holovids… It's just that you seem so... I mean, in the holovids, you're…"

Victor laughed easily. "I'm pretty sure the holovids make me look taller, too. I often feel sorry for the camera operators, most of them closer to your son's size. Their directors insist on shooting from impossibly low angles to make me seem taller."

Renny's father explained that Renny had mentioned his roommate was the Victor Steiner-Davion, but they'd been skeptical. Victor understood why, since dozens of other cadets had made similar claims.

They chatted amiably for a while before Renny gave him a nudge with his elbow.

"Spooks, 11 o'clock and closing."

Victor saw agents of MIIO – now FCIS – enter the hall. There were several, which meant his parents would soon be arriving as well.

"It must be the advance team." He glanced at the Sanderlins. "Come, let me introduce you to my parents."

Albert Sanderlin's face lost much of its color. "Highness, we are simple quillar farmers from Rijeka…"

"We're no one special…" Renny's mother said softly.

Victor shook his head emphatically. "You're mistaken in that, Mrs. Sanderlin. You are the parents of someone I am very proud to call a friend, and that makes you special, indeed. But beyond that, you, and trillions like you, make places like the Nagelring possible. You just told me this was a once-in-a-lifetime trip, so let's make sure it's a memorable one."

They agreed, then turned to watch the Archon of the Lyran Commonwealth and the First Prince of the Federated Suns enter. His mother's age only showed in the mature grace of her movements. Her blue gown was cut in a youthful yet stylish fashion. The silken material revealed a hint of flesh, but nothing that would cause a scandal. The diamond and sapphire necklace and drop earrings matched the gown's hue. Her blond hair, swept up, was encircled by a simple platinum coronet.

His father was wearing the navy-blue dress uniform of the Davion Heavy Guards. Hanse Davion stood tall without a hint of a slouch. Age had leeched some of the ruddy color from his hair and had given his face a few seams, but no one would ever mistake it for a sign of weakness. The Prince, his blue eyes bright, exuded a confidence and power that crackled through the crowd like static electricity.

I hope I've made you proud.

Introductions were made, and Nadine looked nearly ready to faint. Her husband, however, was beaming proudly, especially when Hanse Davion thanked his son for helping Victor with some of the more advanced courses, such as astronavigation. After a few moments, three others joined the tight-knit conversation. Victor noticed the FCIS agents keeping others at bay with seasoned, polite firmness.

"Renny, this is your new commanding officer, Marshal of the Armies, Morgan Hasek-Davion, and his wife, Duchess Kym Hasek-Davion."

Renny shook hands and introduced his parents while Victor turned to face the man with his hand extended toward him.

"Congratulations, Highness, on your graduation and your class rank."

Victor shook the hand firmly. "Thank you, Secretary Allard. I know you are never far from my father's side, but with the graduation at NAMA happening concurrently, I would have thought you would be able to attend Kai's ceremony. Rumor has it he's the top rank in his class."

Justin gave a slight shrug. "Duty calls, Kai understands matters of state, as does your sister."

Victor let out a small sigh. "Right. I told my parents to split up so each could attend one ceremony… but I guess they needed their photo-op with the Archon-Prince designate's graduation."

"They did, and you are going to have a full schedule as well before your assignment comes through and you're sent to your first duty station," Allard told him firmly.

"You know I hate those things." At Allard's look, Victor held up both hands in mock surrender, more quickly than he would have to others he expressed his frustration about a subject to. He knew that Secretary Allard was completely loyal to his family, but something always unnerved him about the deadly grace of the past Champion of Solaris. If there was ever danger, Victor knew his father would fearlessly lead and inspire everyone. But it would be Justin Allard who would have already been in motion and probably have already taken out the threat without blinking. He didn't think there was anything in the universe that could shake the man. "I know, I know, they are necessary, it doesn't mean I can't complain about it."

They turned as conversation began to die down when his father raised a glass high.

"I would like to offer a toast to our assembled sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, friends and companions." With pride in his eyes, he glanced at Victor and Renny, then faced the crowd again. "They are the future of the Successor States and we are blessed that so able a group is ready to fulfill such a mighty responsibility."

I am ready, father. Still, I dread the coming of the day I lead this nation, for it will mean countless billions of lives will depend on my judgment – and any mistake made then will be irreversible.

Icar
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
August 10th 3049


I didn't get everything that I wanted, but I had asked for quite a bit. The founding of a new battalion with a never-before-seen configuration was already pushing it. However, I was pleased with what I would be commanding.

The 1st NAIS Research Battalion was, on paper, a mixed artillery battalion with 'Mech and vehicle support. The core function was to test, record, and analyze various methods of using artillery batteries, particularly the new Spitfire Cannons. Given that I had a financial stake in the success of the Spitfire Cannons, it was an absolute display of nepotism to give me this role, but I was going to run with it.

The 1st Artillery Company was made up of sixteen Spitfire Cannons, eight J27 Transports that could carry said artillery pieces, their lighter and easily transported configurations allowing me to manage with only eight transports and spare ammunition. Additionally, the company also had two Ferret Light Scout VTOLs, each weighing about five tons. They were primarily assigned for reconnaissance and target spotting. The Hauptmann in charge was not a NAIS graduate like I had wanted; instead, it was a mid-30s officer from the Capellan March named Jain Halstead. He was of mixed heritage, similar to Justin Allard. His service record was clean, though somewhat uneventful. Apart from defending a world from two raids in the last decade, he had not seen any combat.

The 2nd Artillery Company was made up of eight Thumper Artillery Pieces, eight J27 Transports for transport, and two Ferret Light Scout VTOLs, serving as the control group for our artillery tests. This company was led by another veteran in his 30s, named Sven Fischer. Originally from the 23rd Arcturan Guards Regimental-Combat Team, he had seen extensive fighting during the War of 3039, facing the Draconis Combine. I had already met him, and he was eager to prove that his Thumper battery could surpass the 1st Company.

The armored company was effectively the 3rd Artillery Company, but on paper, it was the 1st Armored Company of the 1st NAIS Research Battalion. The main fighting arm consisted of six Partisan Heavy Tanks, each mounted with four Autocannon/5s. Instead of standard munitions, they used flak rounds, serving as an AA unit. The armored company also included four Scorpion Light Tanks, one APC, and one J27 Ordnance Transport to resupply the autocannons during prolonged engagements. I took the liberty of having standard rounds available alongside flak rounds in case they were needed. The armored company was led by Hauptmann Ariana Wright, the youngest of the three Hauptmanns in the battalion. Having graduated from the War College of Tamar in 3045, she earned a promotion in under four years.

Normally, a Kommandant would typically have a command lance in addition to three support companies, but for my purposes, I ended up taking what would have been a command lance and turning it into a command company. I was going to be unorthodox, so why not continue that trend? The company of 'Mechs I commanded was made up entirely of light 'Mechs, save for my own medium 'Mech.

I took direct command of the lance and the company, while also overseeing the battalion. Some might argue that wasn't particularly efficient, but given how I ran my Kampfgruppe during my second life, it would work. It helped that I trusted the other two lance commanders. Leftenant Aiko Roth was still with the FCIS – as well as officially part of the AFFC – was a very sharp 'Mech pilot. I would rate my brother, Kai, Justin, and my father above her, but few others. The other Leftenant was Gregory LeBeau, technically skilled, but a bit unimaginative. His connections through his father, a key industry leader on New Avalon, were why I had started working with him, but he took to simulator practice like a duck to water.

Along with the 'Mech pilots, vehicle operators, and artillery crews, I had a small army of others assigned to the battalion. There were sixteen maintenance crew and techs dedicated just to the 'Mechs, and another eight in each company for the artillery and vehicles. That brought the total to fifty non-combatants tasked with maintaining and repairing our fighting units. But there was more.

For security, we had a platoon of soldiers under the command of Leftenant Zach Rogers. They served under Agent Ainsworth as part of my protective detail and also provided security for the battalion itself, guarding against any attempts to sabotage our equipment or harm anyone. Ainsworth, Gustav, and two other FCIS agents were assigned due to my position as a spare in case something happened to my elder brother. As the next in line for the Archonship and First Prince titles, I warranted elite protection. I also had half a dozen support crew who took care of the basic needs of the battalion, handling personal logistics like meals, toiletries, and other miscellaneous items.

This was just the ground portion of the battalion. Given my status, it was crucial that I had a reliable means of leaving wherever I was stationed. To that end, an Invader Class and a Merchant Class JumpShip were permanently assigned to the unit, along with five DropShips. Even so, space was tight enough that I had my NAIS research and design team, as well as the TharHes machinist teams, come separately. I had splurged a bit, since 'Mech simulator pods varied greatly in quality. The NAIS and the Nagelring had top-of-the-line simulators, and major worlds typically had good ones, but Icar, my duty station for the next two years, did not.

I dipped into my now rather hefty fund of C-Bills and splurged on a dozen 'Mech simulator bays. This would allow me to conduct exercises with the entire company if I chose to. It would also likely make me incredibly popular with the 12th Star Guards, the mercenary regiment stationed on Icar, since they could use the facilities when my unit wasn't. The quality of a simulator was measured by how closely it replicated real-world 'Mech operations, so anything that brought the user closer to actual piloting was highly sought after.

The 12th Star Guards were on a long-term contract with the Lyran Commonwealth. A solid mercenary unit, they boasted four regiments, though they were no match for the fabled Wolf's Dragoons, Eridani Light Horse, or Kell Hounds. Their regiments served as the primary defense on four worlds within the Wotan Command region of the Tamar March. Wotan Command is an 11-world sub-region that falls under the authority of Marshal Robert Bryant.

Ironically, despite being a mercenary and the planet being a fief of the Lyran Commonwealth with its own Duke, the commander of the planet's military forces was Colonel Hannah Caitlin. She was in charge of the 3rd Regiment of the 12th Star Guards. This was unusual, as there was an AFFC line officer, Leftenant-General Matt Thompson, commanding over 300 armored vehicles, VTOLs, support units, and even some artillery. However, due to the primacy of 'Mechs, it was Colonel Caitlin who called the shots and, for all practical purposes, would be my commanding officer while stationed on Icar.

Colonel Caitlin reported to the commander of the 12th Star Guards as part of the mercenary unit. However, when it came to the defense of the world and the broader Wotan Command, the chain of command ultimately led to Marshal Robert Bryant. He, in turn, reported to Marshal Kevan Darby, who oversaw the 'Blackjack Operations Area.' Marshal Darby reported to Field Marshal Cynthia Franks, who was responsible for the entire Tamar March. Field Marshal Franks reported directly to Field Marshal Nondi Steiner, head of Lyran State Command. With the formation of the AFFC, she also reported to the Marshal of the Armies, Morgan Hasek-Davion – a fact she absolutely detested.

It put me in an enviable position. If any part of my chain of command truly made things irritating, I had some exceptional connections to rely on. Despite those connections, it didn't mean I had a command circuit all the way to Icar. The planet was on the edge of the border to the Periphery, and only one jump away from the Free Rasalhague Republic world of New Caledonia. That world held at least a regiment of 'Mechs, but it wasn't much of a threat to Icar. The FRR was in no position to go to war with anyone, let alone the Federated Commonwealth. That wasn't to say that worlds along the border were never raided, because that did occur, but it wasn't terribly likely. Periphery bandits and mercenary units, now that did occur off and on, and I figured there would probably be at least one incident in my two-year stint on Icar.

Icar itself wasn't a heavily populated planet. It had two major continents and had been rather poorly settled. All its heavy mining, the planet's only real export, occurred on the northernmost continent, but 90% of the population lived on the southern continent. As a result, the distribution of defense forces was skewed toward what was most likely to be raided—the northern continent. I would be stationed in Cuanger, the planet's only spaceport, where I would be joined by two battalions of the 3rd Regiment of the 12th Star Guards, as well as the entirety of the 1st and 3rd Armored Regiments of the Third Icar Armored Brigade.

Fraserburg, located about 30 km to the south, was where all the iridium, platinum, and osmium mining took place. It was guarded by the Second Battalion of the 12th Star Guards and two battalions of the 2nd Armored Regiment. The final battalion of armor was stationed on the other continent in the city of Athena Magna. That made me a bit nervous, as the ComStar HPG terminal was located there. ComStar had a company of 'Mechs, a battalion of armor, and a motorized infantry regiment stationed in the city.

My father is right to worry about ComStar.

ComStar being on another continent didn't prevent messages from being sent or received. They simply relayed them over normal planetary networks. Of course, I had also been entrusted with one of the K-Series black boxes. About the size of a briefcase, it was the Federated Commonwealth's backup plan in case ComStar ever hit us with an Interdiction again.

These devices were fantastic, but they had a number of drawbacks. For one, they were hideously expensive to make – so much so that Icar didn't have one until I arrived. My own brother, the heir, didn't have one either, but the RCT commander he was assigned to did. That was probably the only reason I received one. Secondly, they were slow compared to HPG messages. The signal would go out to all other black boxes, but only one message could be sent at a time. If I tried to send another message, it would disrupt the original connection, which didn't make sense to me based on how the entanglement chain worked. But even for me, that stuff was mind-bogglingly complex.

As a practical matter, I could send a message from Icar to Tharkad, and it would arrive in a little over a week. That same message would take just over a month to reach New Avalon. Another drawback was its extremely limited data capacity – a very short voice recording or a few pages of text. And since it had to be encrypted in case anyone else got their hands on one of these black boxes, using it became a bit of a hassle.

That said, I occasionally received some interesting messages that were probably never intended for me, coming from other users of the black boxes. It was reassuring that my father trusted me with state secrets at this level, especially considering I was still only 16 years old.

My efforts to strengthen bonds between the Great Houses had begun to bear fruit. Ragnar, the Prince of the FRR, seemed to have started writing in earnest himself. Whether he was now more trusted or if whatever passed for FRR Intelligence Services had stopped being so obvious, I couldn't say. Either way, I was fairly certain he was at least reading the letters.

Ragnar seemed naïve but also eager to continue practicing in 'Mech simulators as he prepared for his own enrollment in one of the few academies within the FRR. I offered him a few basic pointers and wished him well. I also asked questions to learn more about what made him tick. The FRR was a weak state with few defense industries. Its only functioning 'Mech factory was on the world of New Oslo. While other planets produced conventional forces like armored vehicles and artillery, with just one 'Mech factory, they depended largely on the generosity of their neighbors.

The Lyran Commonwealth enjoyed a buffer state between itself and the Draconis Combine on a major front. We also liked to consider ourselves high-minded enough to allow the people of the FRR to determine their own fate. On the Combine side, not being as surrounded was a boon, allowing them to concentrate more heavily on the Draconis March, one of the most heavily militarized zones in the Inner Sphere, in their efforts against the Federated Suns.

Isis Marik had stopped fishing for NAIS information and had instead begun treating our letters as more personal. I was sure the communications were still being monitored, but I was learning more about her. She was intelligent, though overly fond of fashion and what I viewed as petty intrigues. It was possible she brought up fashion to bridge our interests, considering I had become something of an icon for many beauty products, but it really didn't hold much interest for me.

Still, I had the foundation of a working relationship with them too. The Allard-Liao family was also diligent in their responses. Communicating with near-peers served as an outlet, and I genuinely enjoyed keeping up with their lives. Kai, of course, was still stationed on New Avalon, and from what I heard, he and Wendy were set to marry soon. Time was marching on, and I would soon be meeting my new CO.

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Chapter 9

Twelfth Star Guards Headquarters, Icar
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
August 13th 3049


Colonel Hannah Caitlin had been in the 12th Star Guards her entire life. She had taken over the 3rd Regiment from her father seven years prior and only now was feeling comfortable with the enormous responsibility. Fortunately, things were relatively quiet on Icar. They faced Periphery bandits, looking to raid for precious minerals and salvage, but the last three attempts in as many years were easily rebuffed. They had even secured an additional two 'Mechs!

As the old saying went, life was cheap, but BattleMechs were expensive. Having two in reserve in case anyone lost their 'Mech and joined the ranks of the dispossessed did a lot for morale. Their pay was decent enough, but it did little more than cover their cost of living, covered resupply and repairs, and allowed them to enjoy life a bit. Certainly not enough to replace 'Mechs wholesale.

As a mercenary, the nice part about this gig was their employer was never short on funds, so their agreed-upon pay was always met, and Hannah had full operational control. Her partner in defending the world from any threats was Leftenant-General Matt Thompson. An older man, a few years past retirement age, he graciously let his younger counterpart oversee their joint defense responsibilities.

I oversee a 'Mech regiment, and him only a brigade of armored vehicles. He knows which is the greater force.

Hannah knew that Thompson knew his stuff. While his men were a bit lax, they were still sharper than most planetary garrisons. The annual surprise drill revealed them to be a bit sluggish to get going, but once out there, their units moved well and their equipment was maintained properly. Hannah had been on other worlds where half the equipment of the local garrison was in disrepair. Most leaders, including herself, didn't think much of the combat capability of vehicles versus 'Mechs, so they were frequently the last to get adequate supplies. For the most part, they stayed out of each other's hair and met weekly at one of the nicer diners.

Sleepy Icar was about to change soon—royalty was coming. It hadn't been announced widely for general operational security concerns, but the Duke and Hannah had been informed. She had told her XO, Lt. Col. Jerad Rell, as well. Hannah didn't know what to think of the news or the unit that was wholly unnecessary to the world's defense, which would be joining them. The 1st NAIS Research Battalion, a reinforced artillery battalion with 'Mech and vehicle support? Hannah could only shake her head, wondering who could have possibly thought that was a good idea.

As for the princess herself, she had seen some of the holovids featuring her. She was a stunning teen beauty, but that didn't mean a damn thing when it came to leading a unit. She was supposed to have graduated from a bigshot academy on New Avalon, but that didn't mean much to her either. Thompson considered it a great honor, but Hannah didn't like complications.

It doesn't matter if she is competent or not anyhow; it isn't like we couldn't handle any banditry out here with what we already have. I just hope she doesn't try to get in the way.

The information coming from Lyran State Command made it clear that Hannah was still in full operational control. The NAIS unit would be under her orders in the event the planet came under attack, but outside of that, she was to let them be since they would be testing some fancy new artillery weapon.

It was nearing time for her first meeting, and Hannah had Jerry and Thompson with her. They had already met some of the FCIS agents who had combed over the area before her highness arrived. The cold-eyed spooks were polite and professional, but they still gave her the willies.

Two military vehicles pulled up as they stood awaiting the arrival of the princess. Out stepped a woman in a suit. Her hair was cropped short, and her eyes scanned the area relentlessly.

Another spook.

A few moments later she said something and then others exited the vehicle. The first was a young oriental woman of average height. Her AFFC uniform was perfectly smooth without any rumples, and Hannah could see the rank insignia indicating that she was a Leftenant. The next person to step out was a tall man with short dark hair wearing the rank of Hauptmann. Finally, Princess Katherine Steiner-Davion appeared, also pristine in her uniform.

The first thing Hannah noticed was her height. Katherine was not the tallest person on Icar, but she was the tallest woman Hannah had encountered on Icar. The holovids made her look thinner, but in person, she appeared more toned. She walked confidently into speaking distance and snapped a crisp salute.

"Col. Caitlin, I am Kommandant Steiner-Davion, reporting for duty."

Hannah returned a rough salute. One of the oddities of being within Lyran State Command and also being a mercenary. She wasn't a member of the AFFC, but in certain respects, she was supposed to ape their conduct.

That's what happens when you are contracted with the same nation for over a decade.

Thompson saluted properly; he was still part of the AFFC after all. They exchanged greetings, and Hannah introduced her XO and the Leftenant General. Katherine, in turn, introduced Hauptmann Sven Fischer, her XO and in command of the 2nd Artillery Company. She also introduced Leftenant Aiko Roth, one of her 'Mech lance commander and Agent Patricia Ainsworth as the head spook of her protective detail.

"We are glad to have you aboard, Kommandant," Hannah began. "The Periphery has been quiet, so you might be a little bored out here. Most of us are stationed at Cuanger, and places have been arranged for your battalion. It has a few restaurants near the spaceport, a cinema, and we have a few spots for drinking, singing, and dancing. Most of the miners are out near Fraserburg, 30 klicks away. If you want to visit the Duke or other high-society types, they're on the other continent. There are some civilian aircraft that can take you if you are interested."

The princess shook her head. "I will be quite busy precluding any such unnecessary side trips. Tell me, Col. Caitlin, how are your 'Mech simulators?"

She winced. "We have a lance of them, but they're ancient."

"I personally requisitioned a dozen of the 3039 NAIS series. I'll set up a schedule for when my company will be utilizing them – your regiment is more than welcome to make use of them when they are not occupied."

Wow, well, that will be a morale booster for sure. Boredom is the biggest problem here. JumpShips arrive from the AFFC to restock supplies for the armored brigade every six months. Civilian JumpShips arrive quarterly to haul off the mined ore as well as bring down consumer medicines and goods. With this rather spartan spaceport and limited entertainment options, discipline can sometimes be an issue. Using some fancy simulators will help ease some of that and make my troops sharper. Must be nice being royalty.

"Thank you, they will appreciate that." Hannah paused for a moment. "No disrespect intended, but do you view yourself first as a Kommandant or as a princess?"

"Princess," came the reply without hesitation. "That shouldn't change, within reason, how you treat me. I intend to work my people hard and stay out of your way. In the event of a bandit raid, I do wish for my battalion to participate. We have a new artillery system and a few new 'Mech designs and combat data would be invaluable. Barring that, I don't intend to interfere with how you run things here on Icar."

Hannah's esteem of Katherine was raised slightly; she was direct and laid her cards on the table. She wasn't going to expect bowing and scraping, and unless something went terribly wrong in the next two years, things were looking up.

Twelfth Donegal Guards Headquarters, Trell I
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
August 19th 3049


Victor was a Kommandant now, one of the more highly ranked officers in the Donegal Guards RCT on Trell. He glanced at the two pictures on his desk. One had the entire family, save for Katherine. Victor, his father, and his hulking brother Peter stood in the back row. Despite being younger, his brother had outstripped him in height. His mother sat in front of his father, with little Yvonne on her right and Arthur on her left. The second picture was of him and Katherine the day they beat his father in the simulator duel.

Do these pictures stir resentment? Renny and the other graduates from Nagelring received Leftenant commands, but because of who I am, I get a Kommandant posting at the age of nineteen. Most officers will never reach battalion-level command, let alone before turning twenty.

He was resentful of being posted in the back-end of nowhere. His father had said Theodore Kurita had stationed his son, Hohiro Kurita, the future Coordinator of the Draconis Combine, far from the border as well. He was on Turtle Bay, and in his father's eyes, this was a signal from the Kanrei that no imminent hostilities would occur between their two nations. Instead, he intended to leave their future conflict to their sons. Hanse Davion, the ruler of the Federated Suns, did not wish for conflict at this time and had reciprocated the gesture, much to Victor's annoyance. His father had explained his reasoning, and Victor had agreed with it. It was still frustrating.

A knock on his door revealed a slender, sandy-haired man who saluted. "Hauptmann Galen Cox reporting, sir."

Victor returned the salute, shook hands with the man, and then gestured toward one of the chairs for him to sit.

"Is there something I can do for you, Hauptmann?"

"I'm reporting for duty, Kommandant. I am your aide."

Victor kept his face smooth. He had already told Leftenant-General Hawksworth that he only needed a clerk, just like the other Kommandants. He didn't want any further special treatment setting him apart. He had even refused Secretary Allard's protective detail, insisting it wasn't necessary given military security. Victor had eventually won that battle, but he suspected FCIS agents were undercover somewhere on base, regardless of his wishes.

Galen Cox was having none of that. He explained politely, but firmly, that the regiment was concerned about such a young officer having that sort of responsibility. While Trell was relatively quiet, being so close to the Periphery and the FRR, action did occur. A baby-faced Leftenant might get jitters during their first taste of combat and screw things up for a lance, but the problem would be even worse at the battalion level of command. They didn't know if Victor would freeze, ignore the objectives, flee, give contradictory orders, or what. And so, Galen had volunteered to essentially nursemaid Victor.

This is insulting, but I can't blame them. I'll just have to prove them all wrong.

"Very well, Galen. Since I'm stuck with you, let's make sure we work together well. I want to ensure this unit is in tip-top shape," Victor promised.

"A fine idea, but my advice is to go easy at first. You don't want to come across as if you have something to prove, as it might breed resentment."

Victor sighed. "I suppose not everyone will be like my sister."

Galen raised a curious eyebrow at the remark.

"My sister, Katherine, is a fantastic 'Mech pilot. When we trained back home, she was always eager to improve. Not only did she tolerate my brotherly advice, but she actively sought it out. To be honest, helping her fix her flaws made me examine my own and made me better. Given that we might all be called to risk our lives, why wouldn't we want to be the absolute best we could be?" Victor grinned. "Those were her words, but they resonated with me. But morale is also key to ensuring our unit fights well, so I won't ignore your advice. We'll ease into it first."

His new aide smiled back at him as he rose from his chair. "I've read your file, Kommandant. No one's ever posted scores like you at the Nagelring. If you fight on the field like you do in the simulator, I doubt any of us will be able to keep up with you."

As the Hauptmann left his office, Victor wondered how Katherine was doing in her command role. Her command was more independent than a battalion within an RCT, but she was two-and-a-half years younger than he was, making her only sixteen. He hoped her unit wouldn't give her too hard of a time or think they could override her orders. Katherine could be insistent, but she also disliked conflict, and he worried they would take advantage of her good nature and desire to please. If they just gave her a chance to truly lead, he knew she would do great.

Next year, I'll get some leave. Trell isn't that far from Icar. I wonder if we could see each other in person? Hmm, I hate using my birth to pull strings, and setting up a short command circuit just to see my sister feels like a ridiculous act of privilege, but the thought is tempting.

Icar
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
August 30th 3049


Corporal Aaron Keegan wanted to die. Icar had a higher gravity than his last duty station and on top of that the Princess from Hell was trying to kill them all with a death march. He operated comms and radar as part of a Partisan Heavy Tank crew! Why was he helping lug a several hundred pound component part for an artillery tube through this mountainous terrain? Over a dozen of the armored company had hands on it, but one slip up and he could break a leg.

Not to mention the exhaustion after carrying it for over five miles with only two short hydration breaks.

"What did we do? Why does she hate us?" moaned another member of the company.

"Shut… up… she's close, she'll hear you."

Aaron almost didn't care anymore. This was torture, and for what? He sat in a vehicle, looked at information, and operated sophisticated equipment. He wasn't the fucking infantry. The last month had been an absurd whirlwind of PT, small arms training, continuing education bullshit, and not a spare moment to do anything. Now he was out in the middle of nowhere, hounded to march faster and warned about dangerous wildlife. Despite being arms certified, they weren't even given real weapons to defend themselves—just a damned trainee laser pistol that wouldn't do shit but cause mild irritation. What the fuck?

He stumbled, and the weight shifted to the others. They nearly toppled over the tube component, which could have caused serious injury. Fortunately, his crewmates managed the heavier load, and he struggled to his feet.

"Taking a break, are we?"

The Kommandant's voice pierced the air like a whipcrack, making the team almost instinctively attempt to salute – only to realize they couldn't with the load on their shoulders.

"No Kommandant!" he shouted quickly.

"I won't have shirkers in my unit, Corporal Keegan. When you decide to take a nap, the rest of your unit has to pick up your slack."

"It was an accident, Kommandant. I will watch my step in the future."

"See that you do. Carry on. You'll need to pick up the pace if you're going to make it to the designated campsite. If you don't arrive within the next two hours, there will be no rations this evening. Now, march!"

Aaron wanted to scream at the blond-haired bitch. This was not what he had signed up for when he joined the 23rd Arcturan Guards. Being sent to the edge of nowhere to suffer was not fair. It just wasn't. Despite his inner monologue, he exhorted his comrades to push harder. He would be damned if he was going to go to bed hungry tonight after all this effort!

Somehow, they pushed through and made it in time. As dusk began to set in, the Kommandant picked up a speaker and amplified her voice across the camp. "In 30 seconds, you will come under attack. If you are struck by a laser, fall to the ground, and remain there until the exercise is over."

Aaron grabbed his trainee laser and sought cover. He saw others milling around and called to them. Aching, weary limbs slowed them down, and then the attackers came – a deadly crossfire of lightly burning shots caught the fatigued soldiers of the 1st Armored Company. Aaron managed to tag two before being brought down, but when the final count was established, the company had only managed to take down five of the attackers.

That led to another speech about what a pathetic excuse for a soldier the company was. Hauptmann Arianna Wright, the leader of the company, stood stone-faced as she listened to the exercise.

One of the other crew members shouted, "This is not what we were trained for! I'd like to see you do better."

"Who said that?" Hauptmann Wright cried out in fury.

The Kommandant grinned. It was a horrifying visage of pure malevolence. "Oh, it doesn't matter who. They're all thinking it. You want to see the brass get their hands dirty, eh? Fine, but there are consequences. We'll do the same exercise, and your crew will be the attackers after we've marched the same equipment, the same distance. We'll camp, and you'll give us the same 30-second warning before you attack. You can choose whenever in the night to act." Her grin turned malevolent, making Aaron physically take a step back. "But if you lose, you'll be doubling your PT and range time, and your R&R will be cancelled for the quarter. What will it be?"

Aaron couldn't help himself. "What do we get if we win?"

"Corporal Keegan," his CO started to growl.

"No, no, that's a great question. Stakes must be fair, after all. If your side wins, you won't have to do any more of these marches with the Spitfire Cannon parts for the next six months. You'll also all get a bonus to your pay." She stepped forward, eyes locked on his. "What will it be?"

Aaron looked around, and almost everyone agreed – they would take that chance.

It will be worth it to see the damn officers try to lug this shit around!

In hindsight, they should have never taken the deal. Not only did the Kommandant, her Hauptmanns, and Lieutenants make it look almost easy to carry the component, but they also trounced them – even when attacking in the wee hours of the morning. It had been a massacre.

The mood was sour, but there was now a level of respect for the Kommandant. She had gotten her hands dirty, carrying the weight along with her subordinates the entire time. Her accuracy with the laser pistol was frightening. This was no pampered princess, but a tough-as-nails bitch who would gut anyone standing in her way.

She may not be liked, but she is respected and feared.

After the hellish ordeal was completed, things got better. They were used to marching and carrying heavy loads. All of them were now certified in small arms and rifles. The top shots of each lance would also receive a bonus each quarter, something that really got the competitive juices flowing. Some luxuries arrived as well – chocolates, premium coffee, and more. The only requirement to partake was to pass the required training times, accuracy levels, and job competency components.

Aaron also received a commendation for speaking up the way he had, which was added to his file. The battalion was very different from what he had thought it would be, but all in all, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

Twelfth Star Guards Headquarters, Icar
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
November 3rd 3049


I was pleased with how the battalion was coming along. They were by no means equivalent to the Imperial 203rd Mage Battalion, but they were improving. Discipline had tightened, competition to improve performance had been achieved, and their core efficiency had improved remarkably. The NAIS and machinists from TharHes had arrived, and the testing of the Spitfire Cannons had turned out well. They already had a list of changes to make at the factory, and the NAIS researchers were excited about applying the quick-assembly technology to larger field pieces.

They were still quartered in the large collection of buildings that made up the 12th Star Guards HQ, but there was plenty of room. Colonel Caitlin had stayed out of my way and was thrilled with the simulator time. She had challenged us to a friendly duel, and I watched with pride as Leftenant Roth and LeBeau obliterated Hannah's command lance. Part of the reason was that Roth and LeBeau piloted prototype WLF-2 Wolfhounds. TharHes held the rights to the 'Mech design but had contracted Eire MechWorks of Arc-Royal for the actual production. The two in her company were the Alpha designs, and some flaws had been discovered.

Thankfully, we had some experienced techs and very intelligent NAIS researchers with us. The faulty Double Heat Sink cooling was fixed, as was the alignment on the ER Large Laser. We passed along the design notes to our friends on Arc-Royal, and they were going to make the necessary adjustments prior to mass production. When those 'Mechs started rolling out in 3052, I was sure almost every light lance would want as many as they could get their grubby hands on.

Meanwhile, the Star Guards had a variety of old 'Mechs, none of which had the recent improvements. Colonel Caitlin piloted an aging Wolverine that was twenty tons heavier than the Wolfhound, but the Wolfhound boasted more firepower. The Star Guards had a few other medium 'Mechs at that weight, but only a handful. The vast majority of their regiment consisted of lighter mediums and light 'Mechs – not a single heavy or assault-class among them.

As for my 'Mech, I may not have asked for an assault-class, but it was still plenty expensive, especially after I had them redesign the weapon loadout and reposition the jump jets. The base model was a PHX-3D, but I replaced the two medium pulse lasers with medium lasers, freeing up some tonnage for additional armor and the improved jump jets.

The PHX-3DK was probably a 'Mech that only I could pilot. Well, others could if they were very skilled, but they would still have to re-learn how to utilize its jump capabilities. Jump jets tend to be rather uniform, designed to allow a 'Mech to jump. They carry enough thrust to lift my nearly fifty-ton 'Mech into the air and then land safely. That sort of power was incredible – and yet no one had thought to use it for horizontal movement!

Now, there were reasons why. The Neurohelmet and Gyroscope worked full-time to keep a 'Mech upright. Running at a 'Mech's top speed had caused more than one novice MechWarrior to fall. Applying horizontal thrust while running? Incredibly difficult! As was designing the switch that allowed them to transition from horizontal to vertical without losing effective power.

The NAIS design team was convinced I was mad, but after many hours of practice and programming a simulator to adequately demonstrate how it would work, I was able to show them I could pilot something like that. This didn't allow me to zip around the battlefield like an Imperial Mage, hah, I wished, but it did make me far more maneuverable than your average medium 'Mech. I could increase my max speed significantly for a short duration or, if I feathered my jump jets, sustain a 10% prolonged increase in distance. The best part was my ability to move my 'Mech in unexpected ways to avoid fire. Aiko was my most frequent training partner, and it took her some time to get the hang of targeting me when I cut in a different direction.

My weapons were all distributed on the left side of my 'Mech. This setup allowed me to use my right arm for physical attacks without risking the integrity of my weapon systems. It also meant I could freely expose my right side, confident that I wouldn't lose any weapon systems if I took critical damage.

Today, I had gathered my officers for a staff meeting.

"Hauptmann Halstead, report your unit readiness status."

"We are at 97% effectiveness. Two of my men have a stomach bug, and one of the Spitfire Cannons has bore damage to the barrel, which is proving tricky for the techs. It will still fire, but its deviating over 80 meters off from the rest. If we can't fix it soon we'll just replace it completely, we have the parts."

"Hauptmann Fischer?"

"All green, Kommandant. We don't have those new contraptions. The ole Thumper is a tried-and-true, battle-tested piece of craftsmanship."

I gave him a brisk nod. He was in love with that old piece of technology, something that would hopefully be replaced by my Spitfire Cannons.

"Hauptmann Wright?"

"Personnel-wise, we are good. One of the treads on a Scorpion Light Tank is fouled and will take a few days to repair. We're good on ammo with the last shipment, and our stockpile is more than we could probably use in a month-long campaign."

I confirmed that my own 'Mech company had no issues before moving on to Leftenant Rogers, who was tasked with protecting our base of operations.

"Kommandant, we got some mild pushback over the ocular scans for entry. Some of the 12th Star Guards find it 'creepy' and didn't want to cooperate. Col. Caitlin cleared that up. We now have access across the entire compound. We've put cameras around here, the spaceport, and redirected one of the media satellites to monitor our location. A seismic sensor array has been added as well, and we've started drilling with Leftenant-General Thompson's MPs."

"Good work," I reply. "I understand you wish to requisition machine gun turrets? I'm not sure they'll provide any real value. If bandits come with 'Mechs, they'll just be glorified pillbox targets to be taken out at range."

I had to be mindful of the budget. Even though it was generous, I couldn't go obscenely overboard and still claim my unit's performance was an honest assessment of how other artillery battalions would function.

Zach replied, "That's a valid point, Kommandant. That said, my platoon is here for physical security against potential threats that aren't 'Mechs. Those turrets could be useful for taking down VTOLs carrying DEST commandos, for instance."

Hauptmann Halstead grimaced. "Why do you have to put that sort of bad juju on us, Leftenant? That's a foul ball, trying to bring up the Kommandant's family being attacked like that in '39."

I appreciated the defense, but it was unnecessary, as were those turrets. Still, leadership was a give and take.

"I'm not convinced, and I've rejected the request for eight. Our budget can afford two, and I'll leave it up to you where they should be placed. When we ship out in '51, we'll have left this installation in a slightly better defensive situation, which will earn us some appreciation and justify the cost."

As unlikely as it was that the good opinion of the 12th Star Guards or the Third Icar Armored Brigade would ever matter, it didn't hurt to cultivate strong professional working relationships. A good reputation for being a team player was never a bad thing.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Ainsworth, any updates?"

"No specific threats to watch for. The media's picked up that you and your unit are on Icar. However, we've planted false sightings of you on nearby worlds and spread rumors that you were visiting your brother on Trell." Ainsworth's eyes sparkled with amusement. "And, not the FCIS's doing, but some media outlets believe you're in the FRR, having a clandestine relationship with Prince Ragnar Magnusson."

Aiko and Gregory began laughing while I felt my eyelid twitch.

"How? Why?" I asked, exasperation clear in my voice.

"We're on the border with the FRR, and he gave a recent interview where he mentioned how nice you were and how you always gave him good advice. The FRR media outlets liked the story and ran with it. Wotan Command knows it's false, of course, and it hasn't really been picked up by the Lyran media, who think Prince Ragnar is a bit of a pauper prince and not really suitable."

"He's also only fourteen – a child!" I said, clearly annoyed.

"You're only sixteen," Aiko oh so helpfully pointed out. Judging by the surprised looks on my other officer's faces, I think they forgot my actual age.

"I turn seventeen this month," I said, giving her a pointed look. "It's irrelevant anyway; I correspond with him regularly, that's all."

Ainsworth had the idea of ensuring foreign powers couldn't pinpoint my location with my deployment. She was being paranoid, but that was her job, so it was fine. A few false sightings and bogus rumors didn't cause any real issues. My chain of command knew I wouldn't go AWOL or pull rank, so as long as that was clear, everything was good.

I turned to Nick Westfield, one of the NAIS scientists who had helped design the Spitfire Cannon.

"Field reports are all solid. We're ready to launch a second version for testing. It will be about a year before we get a new supply. We've proven that the Spitfire Cannon assembly time works in the field. Components can be carried by infantry, motorized infantry, VTOLs, ordinance transport, and we've even tested your 'Mech dragging them in the field. Another avenue is civilian air transport, and I'd like to test how functional parachuting them into already fixed positions could be."

Some interesting ideas. Making use of non-military assets in an emergency is the kind of out-of-the-box thinking I like to hear.

"Excellent. Please continue forwarding the data to me. This deployment has been a success so far; let's make sure it stays that way."

The Spitfire Cannon was doing well, and Lyran State Command had ordered more. Kai had convinced his mother to hear out my proposal, and the St. Ives Compact had ordered two battalions of them as well. Not a large order, but they weren't a large economy. Morgan Kell of the Kell Hounds had ordered a solitary company of Spitfire Cannons, which was nice of him. They were primarily a 'Mech outfit, but perhaps they wanted to beef up their base on Summer.

Either that or he's just being friendly. The Kells are rich enough; regardless, it is good for business.

I had already hit the first stretch target and was hopeful for the rest in time. The big barrier was the lack of data from actual combat. I was one who always valued peace, but I almost wished something would happen out here on Icar just so I could give a battle report with the Spitfire Cannon performance. That was the only reason I would ever want a conflict to happen on a world I was on.

I noticed Hauptmann Sven Fischer hanging back as the rest left.

"Can I help you Hauptmann Fischer?"

"Please don't think I'm just sucking up, Kommandant," he began, "but I just wanted to say I had some initial doubts about you. When you came in and pushed everyone to the limit, I thought we'd be near mutiny, but you clearly knew what you were doing."

I leaned back and steepled my hands. "One can learn much from history." Recalling past lessons, I paraphrased, "It was once said that a wise leader must balance severity and clemency, knowing it is better to start tough and, as people grow accustomed to order, adopt leniency when it is earned. By making it clear that I would accept nothing less than the best, they had a choice – rise to the occasion or end their careers. Once they passed muster, rewards for loyal service followed – bonuses, greater amenities, and future career progression."

Sven thought about that for a second before responding. "I can understand that philosophy, but it does run some risks."

"Agreed, but nothing ventured, nothing gained."

We chatted about a few minor issues before he departed. I was pleased to have won over the people under my command. They were doing good work and swiftly proving themselves as exceptional meat shields.

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Chapter 10



Twelfth Star Guards Headquarters, Icar
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
March 20th 3050


Hannah's life on Icar had improved since the arrival of the princess. However, getting her ass handed to her by two green-as-grass lieutenants in simulator combat was quickly getting old. It wasn't just the fancy new 'Mechs they were piloting – they were both extraordinarily skilled. Her mercenary group was solid and typically disciplined, but this NAIS Research Battalion was something else. Katherine ran a tight ship, and any thought that she would be soft due to her age or royal status had been thoroughly dispelled.

Not all the changes were great. The additional security and scanner checks were a pain, but they were understood – and hardly a high price to pay for some quality simulator time. The fidelity between simulator and 'Mech piloting was something else. Hannah had never dreamed technology could advance that far.

As the months trickled by, there was no activity from the Periphery. She knew the princess was getting annoyed—she wanted to try out her new artillery pieces. Hannah didn't mind, though; conflict was always a risk, and dealing with repair and salvage was a headache.

An incessant alarm brought Hannah fully conscious.

"HQ to Col. Caitlin, we have unidentified JumpShips in-system at Pirate Points. DropShips are coming in on a high-speed burn."

I guess she finally got her wish.

She dressed hastily and headed to Ops Control to see what was incoming, when she arrived there was an air of panic.

"Colonel, I cannot identify or pinpoint where they are going to land, but they will be landing soon. Their burn is over 4G!"

"Send word to Leftenant-General Thompson and Kommandant Steiner-Davion to ready their forces. Pinpoint where they are going to be landing!"

"Ma'am, this is crazy even for pirates. At their speeds I'm not sure they can decelerate fast enough to avoid crashing."

"That just saves us the trouble," Hannah quipped.

"Colonel, it isn't that simple, the damage a Union DropShip could do if it crashed into Fraserburg or Cuanger would be catastrophic."

"Shit… fucking pirates. Do we know where they are going?"

Another coms officer shouted, "I show multiple DropShips, I repeat, multiple DropShips. One's dropping toward Athena Magna, the others are coming down either here or Fraserburg."

Kommandant Steiner-Davion walked in. She didn't wear her dress uniform since she already had her cooling vest on. If her bared flesh discomforted her, it wasn't noticeable. At her side was the head spook herself, Ainsworth.

"DropShip is attempting to link communication with us," one of the nervous comms officers declared.

"Play it."

"Who is this?" Hannah asked when the link was established, and the Ops Control room quieted down.

A strangely accented and formal voice came on the line. "I am Star Colonel Jera Carns of the Fourth Wolf Guards. What forces defend this world?"

"I, Col. Hannah Caitlin, commander of the Third Regiment of the Twelfth Star Guards, command here and stand ready to repulse any invaders. I demand you further identify yourself. I am not familiar with a mercenary unit called the Wolf Guards. Which House do you–"

At the other end of the communication link came an angry voice. "We are not honorless mercenaries, nor are we in the employ of any of your corrupt Houses. Our identity is stated. You will either inform me immediately of the composition of your forces, or I will be forced to attack without the honor of the batchall and with all the forces at my disposal. You have one minute."

Hannah was deeply confused by the response; she was at a loss.

Katherine's voice filled the void. "What is a 'batchall' and why would we give you vital intel? What is your purpose here?"

There was a moment of silence. "Has this world truly descended into utter barbarity? You are worse than the Bandit Caste. We have come for your world, declare your assets or not."

Hannah angrily replied. "You'll find out soon enough!"

The line went dead.

The coms officer advised, "DropShips are slowing, trajectory shows they are going to drop down near or on Fraserburg."

"Numbers?" Hannah demanded.

"Uhh, not sure. These DropShips look modified. And one I've never seen before. But probably not more than a reinforced battalion."

Hannah felt a little better. Her 2nd battalion, along with two armored battalions of the armored brigade, were stationed at Fraserburg. Assuming her people got their shit together and got into their 'Mechs and vehicles, they should be able to hold.

"Orders for my unit, Colonel Caitlin?" Kommandant Steiner-Davion asked.

"Make sure they are up and ready for deployment. We don't know if they will assault Fraserburg directly or not. The words on the comms could have been a bluff. If they are trying to raid some of the outlying mines, we'll need to root them out. We'll know more soon."

The princess saluted and turned to go, "No, you can wait here Kommandant, I'm sure your people are already rearing to go, but you can wait here for confirmation." Hannah ordered.

They didn't have to wait long, for contact from Fraserburg.

"HQ, we have 'Mechs of alien design. My computer first thought it was some modified Catapult, but… HOLY SHIT, how did they hit us from that range?"

Hannah frowned in irritation; she needed information.

"How many?"

"HQ, HQ, HQ! We have armored jump infantry attacking us. No, God no, they are tearing into my 'Mech! Get them off. Get these devils off me!"

"What is happening?" Hannah's voice cracked a bit from stress.

Incoherent screaming and screeching metal could be heard over the comms.

"Get me 2nd battalion 'Mech condition report from their onboard data-relays!"

The Ops Control team went to work and a display showed the 36 'Mechs of the 2nd​ battalion. Five looked as if they hadn't been powered up, and twenty were already destroyed. Though perhaps the five that had never been powered up had instead been destroyed before they could, without the link being established by the 'Mech powering on, there was no way to know.

"Mother of God…" Hannah began, quite shaken by the swift destruction of over half of the battalion. "All right, I give up. Just who the hell are these guys?"

"I suspect some Periphery nation-state or even a large band of pirates have somehow found their way to a hidden Star League Defense Force cache," Kommandant Steiner-Davion replied. "Possibly even decades upon decades ago. The speech was Inner Sphere standard, but accented in a way I can't place. Based on the limited information we received from the battalion and the absurd speed they vanquished them, I would guess they are using technology that rivals that of the height of the Star League. We may outnumber them, but their 'Mechs will be far deadlier."

Hannah thought for a moment, Katherine's clear and steady voice chasing away the edges of panic she had been facing.

"If that's the case, we are going to need to hit them hard and overwhelm them. Suit up, people. I want the regiment ready to move out in five. Keep an open line and let me know their position every minute."

The last of the second battalion 'Mechs winked out as she raced for her Wolverine.

12th​ Star Guards Headquarters, Icar
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
March 20th 3050

My life had been going far too well. I knew it couldn't last. Being X would never let me rest. I mean, seriously, how much more blatant can he make it that his treacherous hand is on the scale? Some lost enclave out in the Periphery finds Star League-era tech, and they choose the world I am on to attack? Out of all the worlds in the Inner Sphere? You'd think he would at least try to be subtle.

Even with Star League-era technology, our numbers and artillery could swing the difference. The enemy was clearly intending conquests rather than a raid because they didn't stick around long in Fraserburg and were instead heading straight for us and the spaceport. I attached my neurohelmet and gave the command code to begin the startup sequence.

"There's no such thing as a free lunch."

The computer dinged in acceptance, and I eased my 'Mech out of the storage bay. Fresh orders came through. The plan was simple enough – stop them at a place called Pofadder's Gully. Runoff from heavy mining had carved out an artificial gully stretching for tens of kilometers, though its sides weren't very steep. Taking a 'Mech uphill under fire was a difficult task. Colonel Caitlin's goal was to get her people in position and hit the enemy as they tried to ascend.

We moved out quickly enough, but we didn't have the two regiments of armored support we should have. Instead, we got about four battalions' worth, while the other two were still getting their act together.

Pathetic. Every single one of my 'Mechs, artillery, and armored vehicles are ready to go.

We would have to move fast to establish our artillery batteries. Based on the incoming trajectory, it would be a turkey shoot. There was literally no variance in the enemy's movement – they were taking the most direct path from Point A to Point B. We had drilled for this, so we would make it.

The majority of the brigade's armor consisted of light tanks and hovercraft, but the 24 LRM carriers in Cuanger would be a huge help, as would Leftenant-General Thompson's heavy command company of Patton tanks, at least the portions that would make it to the battle.

My upgraded battle computer was primarily linked to my own battalion, but I requested a feed to HQ that was back at the space sport. They did so and also beamed me the data for the 12th Star Guards as well. The Icar Armored Brigade didn't have access to that information, but I gathered intel from high-flying VTOLs. The Ferret Light Scout 5-ton VTOL normally carried a machine gun, but I had it removed and replaced with a more powerful lens and computer. Instead of flying within combat range, I kept those VTOLs over two kilometers above, solely relaying data.

I reminded HQ to ensure they relayed any reply from ComStar regarding the high-priority message sent to Tharkad and New Avalon about the invaders. The black box was in my cockpit, but I didn't think I needed to use it just yet. Once I did, I'd be stuck with that message until it arrived.

My artillery units deployed in a staggered formation since they had slightly different ranges. Hauptmann Wright would position her tanks to shield the artillery in case anyone broke through. The Partisan Heavy Tanks carried flak ammo, but the J27 Ordinance Transport had regular AC/5 shells. You could use flak against 'Mechs, but the damage dropped off significantly.

"Kommandant Steiner-Davion, let's not risk your company if we don't have to. Keep about two klicks back and west of our position. You can help chase down stragglers after we've broken these guys, okay?"

"Copy, will hang back. Be advised, they'll be on your position in three minutes. The armored brigade is a bit strung out, so you won't have their full firepower," I replied.

"Damn, it'll have to do. We have a company of LRM carriers. Let's see them eat hundreds of missiles while going uphill."

I settled in to wait and frowned. My VTOL pilots were telling me that only two companies were heading our way. They were also feeding me information showing the estimated weight classes, and they were moving far faster than 'Mechs of that size typically move.

Even without all our armor arriving in time, we still have over a hundred tanks, and Col. Caitlin has over 70 'Mechs. My artillery should hopefully thin them out further, but I'm nervous about the possibility of a third company wandering around using some sort of Star League ECM camouflage.

"Begin firing patterns. Make sure you don't hit our own," I ordered, and the booms of artillery echoed.

"Here they come. You may fire at will when in range," Col. Caitlin announced through our all-in Icar military band.

Explosions could be heard, and someone on the open channel cursed. "They took out four of our tanks even though they are outside of LRM range!"

"Cut the chatter, hold the line. Don't let them up these slopes!" Col. Caitlin ordered.

My artillery units delivered their payload. I was waiting for VTOL confirmation of clean strikes when the live feed flickered on one of my other screens.

Shit they took out half our LRM carriers before they could even fire? Their range is absurd.

Sitting still waiting for high damage, low armor units to get blown to shreds was not something I could let happen.

"Icar Armored Brigade, heavy tanks hold position, but LRM carriers, back up. Wait for them to crest the slope. You're sitting ducks up there!"

"Belay that order, hold fast," Col. Caitlan ordered.

"Colonel, with all due respect, those are our most damaging units, and they're getting chewed up before they can even fire," I sent over a two-way communicant signal between her and me.

"They won't make it up the slope if we hold here, and your artillery is going to force them to try."

I ground my teeth as the live images showed every one of our LRM carriers going up in smoke, with only one managing to fire a set of missiles before being torn apart by lasers, PPC blasts, and Gauss Rifles. On the plus side, my artillery had been dead on target. A zoomed in feed from the scout cameras showed a few broken bodies of armored infantry amidst tons of shattered armor.

They must have been clinging to the 'Mechs.

That's where the good news ended. Instead of a kill zone where the invaders would struggle up the hill, they charged right up it, showing no hesitation in piloting their 'Mechs through both incoming fire and steep terrain. Not a one faltered.

"I need support!" a frantic call came from one of the company commanders in the armored brigade. "They're peeling me open like a tin can, I need…"

Bedlam filled the airwaves, and the poor comms discipline made me twitch. Switching over to my battalion band, I gave instructions.

"We've seen no sign of aerospace assets, Hauptmann Wright. Switch ammunition to normal autocannon rounds and join up when finished. First and Second Company, start calculating new target areas. I'm sending you over likely coordinates. There are only a few ways this fight is going to go, so I'm sending you three firing patterns. I will want inbound hot and fast when I give the order."

At the same time, I ordered my 'Mechs to advance at top speed.

"When we get close, lance commanders call out targets, and focus your fire."

We raced forward as I pinged the Colonel of our intended arrival.

"No, get out of here. We're getting torn up. Their armored infantry is swarming us."

"If we lose the bulk of this force here and now, this planet is done. We're almost there. If we can stabilize, my artillery can thin them out further," I countered.

My emergency comms lit up. "Ainsworth here. We've got infiltrators breaching the spaceport. We picked them up on surveillance – armored infantry of some sort."

Oh fuck me. The dropships.

"Get Leftenant Rogers to secure our rides in case we need them. All my techs have laser pistols, though I don't know how well they'll do against these little monsters ripping apart 'Mechs."

"Overwatch is moving into position. I'll be escorting the DropShip crew to power up. The Unions have some weaponry that can be pointed at a ground attack. We've got a bunch of MPs here as well from the 3rd Armored Brigade. Focus on your battle, just giving you the sitrep."

I flipped the channel and came across our first opponent. A solitary 'Mech was coming in on the flank, laying down a blistering barrage of LRM fire. I opened with my ER large lasers as the enemy came into range. The bulky Catapult-looking 'Mech took a hit in the side torso right as it lashed out with 40 LRMs at a Blackjack. I winced as the 12th Star Guards' 'Mech buckled under those missiles. The MechWarrior didn't have the skill to keep his 'Mech upright, and it toppled onto its side, causing further damage.

Both of my Leftenants also fired their ER large lasers at my target. One struck the leg, the other the arm. The rest of our company didn't have weapons with range to join our fire. Three Stingers, three Spiders, and three Commandos couldn't provide much extra firepower – all of theirs was short-ranged. The 'Mech we hit started to turn toward us. In the dawning light of the new day, I could see moderate to heavy damage across much of its chassis.

As the lead 'Mech locked onto me, I zigzagged ahead, feathering my jump jets for extra speed. Two lasers streaked toward me – one struck my 'Mech's leg, peeling off nearly half of its outer armor; the other missed. The computer warned me of a missile lock, and I readied myself.

The LRMs came streaking down at me at hundreds of kilometers per hour. I jabbed my controls hard, jumped sideways, and barely dodged a cluster of them, but the remaining missiles wreathed my 'Mech in explosions. Nothing breached my internals, but my armor suffered severe degradation. I hit the ground with nearly zero control of my 'Mech, and it took every ounce of my 'mage brain'-given reflexes and coordination to keep my 'Mech stumbling and upright. A final laser pulsed out at me but missed.

Our turn.

Once again, our aim remained true, and four more lasers from my company lanced into the enemy 'Mech, sending a ton of armor sloughing off. I targeted the weakened side with my two medium lasers, cutting into it and triggering a hit on the engine. The heat signature spiked in the enemy 'Mech. My company finished closing the range, and we poured more laser and SRM fire into the 'Mech. Remarkably – and terrifyingly – it still didn't go down.

The LRM bays opened, and before they could lock on again, I was charging straight into the enemy 'Mech's face. The enemy pilot fired laser after laser at me. The barrage from my company, combined with my erratic, unexpected movement, meant I emerged nearly unscathed, only losing a little more armor to the staccato of rapid-fire lasers. One more volley from my entire company, and the 'Mech finally went down.

We had struck the flank, and now I quickly caught myself up with the chaos of the battle. The bulk of the enemy 'Mechs were advancing in a line, an inexorable wave of death. This 'Mech had tried to flank but paid the price, picked off by my company. My 'Mechs pushed in and found absolute chaos among our friendly formations. Those armored infantry were tearing through armored vehicles, ripping into 'Mech cockpits, firing lasers, and even missiles. I struck one with a laser, and to my astonishment, the damn thing rose again!

Undeterred, I charged in and kicked the damn thing. Unless physics suddenly stopped working inside that suit, it should be dead. I spotted Col. Caitlin's Wolverine swarmed by four of them. I rushed in to help, yanking one off with my 'Mech's right hand. I squeezed, feeling the carapace crack under my grip as black slime oozed out, and the heavily armored infantryman went still.

My company was missing too many shots at the hard-to-hit targets. Unacceptable.

"Use physicals on them. Pick them up, squeeze, kick, stomp, or even do this!" I shouted, slapping one down hard as it tried to jump at my cockpit.

"These bastards jump like toads," one of the MechWarriors said over the open channel, and soon others were calling them that as well.

My company must have cleared at least two dozen of the Toads out, freeing up my allies to face the enemy 'Mechs. The rest of the battle continued to go poorly. And then salvation appeared, Leftenant-General Thompson had formed up his command company of twelve Patton tanks in a solid knot of armored power.

I sent a message to command: "We need to pin them down and attrite them. I know I'm asking a lot, but I'm calling artillery basically on top of us. If we keep retreating, by the time the shells land, most of us will be out of the blast zone."

"Do what you need to, Highness," Thompson replied, and I relayed the orders. Sadly, those were his last words, as a single enemy 'Mech unleashed four PPCs, ripping straight through the 65-ton armored vehicle.

The general had been well-respected by his men, and instead of breaking, they not only held the line but charged into the enemy advance. My artillery was already firing, and I could only shake my head at their suicidal bravery. Not a single Patton tank survived, but they pinned the enemy in place while dealing with them, meaning the enemy 'Mechs were ground zero for eight Thumpers and sixteen Spitfire Cannons, raining down death. When the smoke cleared, the enemy was falling back, and my artillery reoriented its fire, trying to take them down. But now they were evading properly, no longer advancing in straight lines.

I was waiting for the order to either fall back or pursue when I realized Col. Caitlin hadn't responded to comms in some time.

Fraserburg, Icar
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
March 20th 3050


Star Colonel Jera Carns seethed with frustration. The Inner Sphere surats were even more dishonorable than she had predicted. Violations of Zellbrigen were too numerous to count. They ganged up on single opponents with multiple BattleMechs and even resorted to stravag artillery. They even rained down artillery on their own people just to damage her forces!

Most importantly was her failure to win regardless. She had lost over two Stars of 'Mechs, and almost two full Stars of Elementals. Yes, they have destroyed over a hundred vehicles at dozens of 'Mechs, but losing ten 'Mechs and almost fifty elementals was a heavy blow. The armor on her remaining 'Mechs had been nearly completed stripped, and some of her warriors had lost whole limbs from their BattleMechs.

The three Points of Elementals she had sent to seize the enemy DropShips were slain, and she doubted she could achieve victory with her current bid. She had three options. The first was to call down forces matching Star Colonel Erik Kerensky's bid. That would bring ten fresh BattleMechs—but even that might not be enough.

The second was to seek Erik's permission to revert to her original bid, which included a Star of artillery 'Mechs – five disgusting Nagas – and a Star of aerospace fighters. Ten aerospace fighters could hunt down the freebirth artillery and eliminate it, restoring the battle's honor. But the cost would be steep – her honor tarnished, and Kerensky would claim the spoils: bondsmen, salvage, and perhaps even future favors. And if she refused his demands, he would deny her outright.

The greatest dishonor of all would be retreating off-world entirely. Such a retreat would grant Erik the right to deploy his entire Cluster, as it would be deemed a fresh battle – one she could not even bid against him for. He would likely hold back some forces to preserve his own honor, but after her failure, she doubted he would show much restraint. Khan Ulric would not relegate her to a Solahma unit, but the disgrace of failure – so early in the invasion – would be nearly unbearable.

Gritting her teeth, she chose the second option. Victory would be hers. She keyed her 'Mech's controls to open a channel to the JumpShips where Erik awaited. A slight delay was inevitable over the distance, but the link remained stable.

"Star Colonel Kerensky. It seems I have bid poorly. I request your approval to bring in my initial bid."

"That is surprising to hear Jera. Was not this world merely defended by barbarous lucrewarriors, militia and some abomination of a Science Caste unit?" his voice responded after the several second delay.

"Aff, but I underestimated just how filthy their tactics would be. I will use our own foul artillery 'Mechs and our honorable aerospace fighters to hunt down their artillery and then finish the remaining foes," she replied steadily.

"But only if I agree." He let the silence last for an uncomfortable minute. "I want all bondsmen taken, you may keep the salvage, but I also wish for Star Commander Royal Kerensky and his Star to be transferred to my Cluster. In exchange you will take Star Commander Lurline and her Star."

Damn you, you wish for my Cluster to lose a Bloodnamed warrior and a Ristar at that? But I have no choice if I am to retain my honor.

"Agreed," she said, taking pains to keep the anger from her voice.

He laughed at the other end of the line. "Bargained well and done."

Chapter Text

Chapter 11

12th​ Star Guards Headquarters, Icar
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
March 20th 3050


What a complete and utter shitshow. My own unit had performed well, and there were spots of bravery and skill among the mercenaries and the Icar Armored Brigade, but overall they had been terrible. They had panicked badly, blindly firing at the nearest target or been destroyed before they could even engage. Some tanks had even run into each other. When the Toads started to tear into 'Mechs and armor they had collapsed further.

Had my command company not arrived when it did, it would have been a rout. Perhaps we should have pursued the heavily damaged enemy, but most of the forces on the field were in no condition to do so. We found Col. Caitlin alive but unconscious. Her 'Mech had been destroyed, and she had ejected, but she landed poorly. Lt. Col. Rell, her XO, was dead. His Griffin had gone down under a deluge of laser fire. One of those lasers had fired late, right as he was ejecting, burning him to death as he ascended into the air.

With the enemy heading back to Fraserburg, we had time to bring out the MASH trucks and see if we could save anyone. My artillery barrage onto the battlefield meant that more than a few MechWarriors who had survived to eject, still ended up dying from being within the blast zone, but it had been the right call to make.

We did find a couple of the enemy alive. One was a Toad, built like a brick house. I was tall, thankfully, but even I was dwarfed by his height. His height wasn't the only gargantuan thing about him – he was built like an extreme bodybuilder. I was pleased with the muscle mass I had put on in this higher-gravity world, but it was nothing compared to the locals, and this invader made the inhabitants of Icar look positively scrawny. The man should have been dead, but the armored shell of his suit had somehow kept him alive, coating him in a black resin-like substance.

We had found him alive, but he never regained consciousness, despite our medical personnel's best efforts. The second one was a MechWarrior who had ejected. He looked much like some of the students at the Nagelring, though his cooling vest and neurohelmet looked very different than ours.

He was alive and only mildly battered. I had him packed up in one of the APCs while I took inventory of what could be quickly salvaged from the field. The enemy 'Mechs we destroyed were almost all completely ruined, but there was one major find and a few interesting ones.

The first was a 'Mech showing substantial armor damage but otherwise intact, aside from a melted cockpit. It must have taken some damage earlier, weakening the armor – possibly even from the shelling – before suffering an extremely lucky shot directly to the head. Even with my superior accuracy, taking out a cockpit is virtually impossible unless you're at very close range.

I remember reading some marketing material for the new Poland Main Model A Gauss Rifle that claimed the weapon had a 2.78% chance of taking out a 'Mech cockpit on every successful hit. Thankfully, that's an absurd myth – just marketing hype off by at least one order of magnitude. Still, unlucky events occur, and in this situation, this invader's ill fortune is my gain.

The enemy 'Mech looked like a cross between a Crusader and an Awesome. With the majority of it intact, the NAIS research team and my techs would hopefully be able to learn a lot from it.

Some other good news was finding a couple of weapons systems relatively intact. We had an almost fully intact arm brisling with weapons ready for us to dissect.

I wonder if I could mount one of these on my 'Mech. The range on these weapons is obscene, far greater than even the theoretical improvements still in the design stage at the NAIS.

Using tanks and J27 transports, we began hauling all of it back to Cuanger. Some very good news was that the enemy infiltration team, more Toads, had been successfully taken down. It turns out that Gustav's sniper rifle was ineffective against their armor, but not the narrow visor they saw out of. One of the machine gun turrets saw some action but was destroyed, doing little more than giving them pause.

The bad news was the casualties. Half of Leftenant Rogers' platoon was dead, and he himself was in critical condition. Two of our techs were dead, along with one of the machinists from TharHes, some civilian workers at the spaceport, and dozens of MPs from the Armored Brigade. Getting the DropShip's guns armed had finished off the attackers, and in total, it looked like we managed to kill fifteen of those Toads.

A base with elite FCIS agents, multiple platoons of infantry, and machine gun emplacements was nearly taken out by a half-platoon of armored jump infantry? How disturbing.

There was no one above the rank of Kommandant alive and healthy; however, there were two Kommandants in the Armored Brigade. Sick of the overall incompetence, I quickly took command and announced that, as the last remaining 'Mech commander at the rank of Kommandant, I would be leading our combined force until Col. Caitlin regained consciousness. I wasn't sure if it was due to my status as royalty, or their shock at losing their senior commanders, or just the ingrained 'Mech bias in the AFFC, but no one challenged me.

It was hours later, and there was no liftoff from the invaders' DropShips, which meant they were not done with us. I didn't know how many they had left in Fraserburg to secure it when they sallied out against us, but there would almost certainly be a round two.

I got in touch with ComStar and asked if they had received a response to our Priority Alpha message about the invasion. When they said no, I demanded an explanation for the delay. They said they could confirm that it was sent, but that after it is sent, it is up to the next HPG station to continue forwarding the message. They suggested there may have been a delay along the chain due to not receiving many Priority Alpha messages.

"Then send another and route it through Wotan. I don't care about the cost, but I want a response from Lyran State Command, the First Prince, or Wotan Command within the next three hours, or it will be very clear you are delaying the transmission. And I will make an incredible stink about it with Precentor Tharkad and Precentor New Avalon!"

They had agreed to send the next message, and meanwhile, I had to take time to compose, codify, and send a message through my K-Series Black Box. In it, I briefly explained that invaders from outside of the Inner Sphere had LosTech that made them formidable. I explained how we had repelled one attack, suffered significant casualties, and were awaiting further orders. Mention of ComStar shenanigans was also included in very explicit terms.

There, I know there should be a black box on Wotan and Trell at the very least. Even if ComStar is simply not forwarding our messages, word will get out.

Next, I met with the other officers and determined exactly what we had left.

In terms of 'Mechs, my command company was in good shape. My techs were already grafting on armor to replace what had been knocked out. We had plenty of SRM ammo to give fresh reloads to the three Commando 'Mechs. One of our Spider 'Mechs had lost an arm, but no critical weapon systems. The 'Mech would be harder to pilot, but my company had been endlessly drilled in the simulator, so it wasn't a huge loss. My broader company, save for Leftenant Rogers' platoon, had come out unscathed. We had stockpiles of ammo, and the Spitfire Cannon had performed as well as predicted.

The 12th Star Guards were in very rough shape. They lost their 2nd battalion outright, as they had been stationed at Fraserburg. Only two companies of 'Mechs remained in fighting condition. That was a charitable interpretation, as some of them had whole weapons systems missing. There were another two lances of 'Mechs that were ambulatory but truly not in fighting condition. One, for example, was missing an arm, a leg, and had a damaged engine causing it to bleed heat. The heat wasn't an issue since they only had one medium laser left to fight with.

The Third Icar Armored Brigade was basically reduced to light tanks and support units. We did have 8 LRM Carriers that had never even made it to the fight, so that was something. In addition to that, they had 4 Ferret Light Scouts, 5-ton VTOLs, that, unlike my battalion's versions, kept their machine gun. They also had 10 Savannah Masters, which were 5-ton hovercraft armed with one medium laser. They were also rather pristine, as some hadn't gotten to the fight, and those that did had avoided taking damage, because any damage would have blown them to smithereens like their comrades.

They had a bit more than a battalion of Light Scorpion Tanks. Each was armed with an AC/5 and a machine gun. In terms of support units, they had 8 MASH trucks, which had come in handy, 8 J27 ordinance transports, and 12 APCs backed by some infantry platoons. Finally, they also had a pair of lances of Pegasus Scout Hover Tanks. These packed a lot more punch than their Savannah Master counterparts and had more durability.

The only real bright spot was that they also had two companies of artillery assigned to their armored brigade. They had never even made it off base – 12 Thumpers, just like the ones I had, and 8 Sniper Artillery Pieces. This was quite a bit of potential firepower and gave me some hope for fending off a second attack.

Ops Control let me know they had detected two more DropShips coming down on Fraserburg. They were descending at a more normal rate of speed than the ones that had dropped before. That meant we had most of the day to decide what to do. I didn't have any orders to evacuate, and the planet was still defensible. I couldn't just abandon my post when it was still winnable. If I did that, my reputation would suffer an enormous blow, and while I would likely not be court-martialed due to my family connections, it would be a life-altering disaster.

12th​ Star Guards Headquarters, Icar
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
March 21st 3050


I had half-expected a night assault, but no attack came. Perhaps they were also repairing their 'Mechs. The patchwork armor job done for my company brought them back to near full functionality. The Spider's arm would unfortunately take longer, and I told them to keep it off while we focused on getting the rest of the 12th Star Guards' 'Mechs operational. This was classic triage – quick and easy armor repairs took priority, while harder jobs like missing limbs, damaged heat sinks, and destroyed weapon systems would have to wait.

Agent Ainsworth had taken over for Leftenant Rogers, who would recover. Some of the Toads had SRMs, and he had been too close to an explosion to escape unscathed. He was banged up badly, but he fared better than some of his platoon, who had been killed outright. Ainsworth assisted in fortifying the spaceport and its attached compounds. Civilians were being ferried away from the base as best we could, but there were only so many flights to the other continent.

Meanwhile, Ainsworth and the FCIS crew set to work rigging various areas to blow with explosives. We didn't have mines, but by using some of the Armored Brigade's reserve ammo combined with traditional explosives as triggers, the result would be effective. We would stay well clear of those spots but had some ideas on how to lure the enemy there if they breached our outer defenses.

Artillery was split even further than usual, with smaller half-batteries positioned in various locations. I had no desire to put all my eggs in one basket, especially if more of those Toads hit us. The buildings were designed for 'Mechs to easily disembark from DropShips, creating long firing zones that worked against us given the enemy's superior range. To mitigate that, we used some of our 'Mechs to pile up whatever debris we could to blockade some of those open pathways. That wouldn't stop a 'Mech from walking through, but it provided some cover, and several piles completely blocked direct lines of sight.

Note to self, a 'Mech shovel to be used by 'Mechs with hands would be useful. They could be kept on base for just this sort of occurrence and brought out when needed.

When I had a moment of peace, I checked in to ensure the officers under my command were holding up. Hauptmann Wright was handling things well, but one of her Leftenants was visibly shaken. The heavy tanks assigned to anti-air duty would also serve as our main frontline force. They carried standard AC/5 rounds, but against the firepower they were up against, it wouldn't be enough. With few viable positions for our artillery to set up within the cover of the spaceport's buildings, targeting parameters would be tight, and friendly fire was almost inevitable.

Can't be helped.

The artillery officers were nervous but maintained their professionalism. I didn't have to worry about Aiko, though I still checked on Gregory.

"Leftenant LeBeau, you've tasted your first battle. How are you holding up?"

"Well enough, ma'am. I always knew I'd be putting my life on the line, just thought it would be against bandits or mercs, not… this."

"Understandable. I won't sugarcoat it—the next battle will be even tougher for the battalion. We got lucky taking out an isolated 'Mech and eliminating the Toads, but the enemy's main force never truly brought their firepower to bear on us."

He grunted. "Yup, that's true. But we'll take them – one 'Mech at a time."

I saluted and then got on the line to call out the lying shits at ComStar who claimed there had still been no response to my message. Ops Control pinged me to report movement – three groups of 'Mechs were heading our way. I sent my VTOL scouts up again for more detailed data and then headed for my Phoenix-Hawk.

After powering up my 'Mech and pulling up the details on my specialized battle computer, I could easily determine what 'Mechs we still had standing as long as the communication line remained uninterrupted. Jamming was possible, but not typically effective at these close ranges. The VTOL feeds started coming in, and I switched them on to see what I was dealing with.

They move fast for heavy 'Mechs, wow several seemed to be assault 'Mechs and were still moving at pace with the rest!

Their numbers were limited; we still outnumbered them in 'Mechs alone. One group was slightly more than a company, another slightly less, and a final group of five 'Mechs with unique designs I didn't recall seeing the previous night.

"See if you can get a closer…" the VTOL from 1st​ Company went offline.

I checked the other feeds; a calm voice came from one of the other pilots. "HQ, we have Aerospace contact. They are heading this direction." The voice changed to something far more somber. "It has been an honor, Highness."

The VTOLs winked out one by one, the eyes of my 1st and 2nd Company were forever shut.

Shit! I didn't expect them to have Aerospace assets. Why the hell wouldn't they have used them earlier? If I had known that I wouldn't have sent all four out in the same sector.

I internally raged at the waste of precious human resources and the critical stream of tactical data. I didn't have time to dwell on it and called out orders instead. "Hauptmann Wright, get flak rounds loaded in your Partisan Heavy Tanks ASAP! We've got multiple Aerospace assets, and they just took out our eyes. Our artillery tubes are going to be juicy targets."

"Yes, Kommandant," came her professional response.

We didn't have full satellite cover like New Avalon or Tharkad. We had some and it had detection capabilities, often pointed at space for incoming JumpShips and DropShip descents, but not actual good coverage of the surface. Without good spotters, our artillery fire would not be that accurate. Sending out a scout lance or two too far from the spaceport was just asking for them to get shredded by an unknown number of Aerospace fighters.

Without our own Aerospace fighters, our DropShips were also vulnerable. They did have a lot of armor and a decent number of weapons, but in the initial takeoff stage they would be extremely vulnerable. This was a recipe for disaster and we needed to make bringing down their airpower a priority.

"Overwatch, get some height, we only have visual distance of less than 5 kilometers with the horizon. You can see much further; I'm linking your personal comms to our artillery channel."

"Confirmed, Ice, a bit new for me but I'll do what I can."

The call sign they'd given me was probably due to my blue eyes, which someone once described as glacial, I thought as I waited for more info to come in. Some of the batteries – deliberately not all –had begun firing. I listened in on the comms chatter between them and Overwatch. The first ranging shots missed.

"Looks like some of them have Toads attached, but only a few. You are roughly 450 meters off the mark. Based on their current speed…" Gustav advised my artillery officers.

Spitfire Cannons began to fire as well, but not to any great effect. Then the Aerospace fighters showed up on the sensors from Ops Control.

"I count ten bogies incoming hot; they'll be here in two minutes or so," comms chirped and I relayed the info where it needed to go.

My Armored Company had their flak rounds ready to go. I was pleased that our training and endless drilling had paid off. Hopefully we could get some good shots in when they attacked. Within the atmosphere Aerospace fighters were uniquely vulnerable to flak rounds, which had the potential to knock their craft into a deadly arc toward the ground if struck. My artillery units continued firing, but at this point it was educated guesses as to where the enemy 'Mechs would be as they kept altering their route towards us.

I took my 'Mech into a run and had my two lance commanders form up on me.

"Based on their direction and which of our artillery has fired, I'm guessing they'll target the one on the east side first. If they swoop low enough, our ER large lasers can hit them," I advised and then also let the Armored Brigade prepare to send LRMs up into the sky if they could get a lock.

They streaked down on the base and opened fire with Gauss Rifle slugs and PPCs, with far greater range than our own weapons. They ripped into the Sniper Artillery Pieces. If they had been smart, they would have stayed at range and pulled away, but instead, they dove in close and unloaded even more weaponry on my already mostly destroyed half-battery of artillery. That gave us the chance to strike back!

24 AC/5s with flak rounds poured into them. I engaged my jump jets to gain height and stabbed at them with my two ER large lasers. Despite their diving speeds, my lasers were on point and melted armor away from these heavy fighters. One of the fighters let loose a burst of AC/20 rounds into one of the LRM carriers and destroyed it in one fell swoop.

Who mounts an AC/20 on an Aerospace unit? Is that a DropShip hunter?

Our return fire was satisfying to witness. We filled the sky with flak, extended lasers, and a wave of LRMs, and even our Scorpion Light Tanks joined in, sending regular AC/5 rounds into the air. While many of my people's rounds missed, the sheer volume of concentrated firepower and area dispersal took down three of their fighters and damaged several others. None of my forces, except for the artillery, which couldn't hit the fighters anyway, had anything else to shoot at since the enemy 'Mechs had not arrived. That meant even their clearly superior speed and armor wasn't enough to protect them.

Ops Intel informed me they were flying past and appeared to be circling around the long way. More batteries continued to fire, and I heard Gustav report at least a few rounds had connected and done some damage.

"Ice, this is Overwatch, be advised the third group of 'Mechs, those five, have stopped advancing. They are spreading horizontally, and when I zoom in, they do not appear to be LRMs. I think it is some type of artillery 'Mech!"

Alarmed I looked at the electronic map. The three groups of 'Mechs were converging on the spaceport, but there was a fair amount of distance between each grouping.

"Leftenant LeBeau, take your lance and a company of the Scorpion Light Tanks and head to these coordinates. If the larger group of 'Mechs moves to support, retreat eastbound and swing around the base. If nothing else, it will slow their advance. If they don't move to support, take out those five 'Mechs. Overwatch thinks they're artillery, so they shouldn't be able to direct fire on you, but who knows what these things are capable of," I commanded.

"Orders received; I'll keep you posted."

The Aerospace units were coming around for another pass, almost certainly to strafe at their superior range to avoid taking more hits. I watched in absolute shock as they didn't. They came diving in straight at us again, focusing their fire not on the artillery, but on the LRM Carriers.

Aiko fired her ER large laser and missed, but both of mine found their mark on an already damaged foe. The air was filled with a deluge of firepower from both sides, and when the smoke finally cleared, most of the LRM Carriers were down, along with all but two of the Aerospace fighters.

Does the enemy commander hate their Aerospace fighter pilots? Not having the punch of those LRMs is going to hurt, but if they had swooped in while we were engaged with the enemy 'Mechs, we wouldn't have had nearly as much firepower to direct at them.

The final two pilots flew off, both likely heavily damaged, so hopefully, we had seen the last of them. I was getting paranoid that the enemy might have more waiting in reserve somewhere, so I opted to keep the flak rounds loaded in my heavy tanks just in case. If push came to shove, those flak rounds could still do some damage to enemy 'Mechs.

Sniper Artillery Pieces, Thumpers, and Spitfire Cannons fired off, desperately trying to predict the 'Mechs' movements and saturate those locations with shells. To my horror, Overwatch had been right—those five isolated 'Mechs were indeed artillery, but with devastating firepower. Missiles rained down on our artillery batteries. I winced as multiple pieces and their entire crews were obliterated, their ammunition setting off secondary explosions.

"LeBeau, those 'Mechs need to be taken down as quick as possible."

"Roger, coming up on them now."

Outside of Cuanger, Icar
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
March 21st 3050


Gregory LeBeau had always been raised with certain expectations. His father was almost certainly poised to become the next CEO of Achernar BattleMechs, and though it was unclear whether Gregory would be groomed to follow in his footsteps, the idea of joining the AFFC and earning field credentials could only help that cause. Gregory enjoyed being a MechWarrior and the prestige that came with it.

Gregory wasn't a coward, but he wasn't eager to be thrown to the frontlines of war, not like in 3039. The opportunity to work with Princess Katherine was a tremendous deal. She would be stationed in a safe location to conduct research—work that not only supported his future business career with his father's company, but also helped him develop valuable connections. And beyond that, Katherine was absurdly talented and freakishly intelligent. Few at NAMA knew just how extraordinary her abilities were.

He hadn't enjoyed everything, as she was a harsh taskmaster, but his unit was in tip-top shape and were also highly skilled. Commendations were a certainty and depending on how this Research Battalion panned out he had a real chance to fast track to Hauptmann and then Kommandant. Then these invaders had shown up and he was in the fight for his life!

He was pleased with how his lance had performed during their first battle. They had swarmed over that big, heavy 'Mech with its absurd number of weapons. It had been fortunate that they had targeted Katherine, for anyone else would not have been able to move that way and would have surely lost their 'Mech – and possibly their lives.

The disbursement of the Toads was touch and go, and Gregory was thankful that Katherine had trained him and Aiko in effectively using physical attacks. It took skill to grab a jumping Toad or land a well-timed kick or stomp. Several members of his lance had failed to hit initially, but he, Aiko, and, of course, Katherine made several kills in quick order.

As his lance of four 'Mechs and twelve light tanks came into range, he swallowed thickly. His on-board computer couldn't identify the 'Mech, but the size indicated they were assault 'Mechs. Hopefully, nearly all their armament was long-range artillery…

"Focus on one at a time," he said to his command group. "To avoid friendly fire, my lance is going in close, and we are focusing our fire on target Alpha. Hauptmann, focus your tanks on target Bravo. We have a lot of ammunition back at base; let's not let these guys blow it all up!"

A chorus of confirmations was heard as he placed the crosshairs on his target and pressed his thumb down on the firing button. His ER large laser melted armor off the chest of his target. Autocannons filled the air on the tank company's target, and, much to his annoyance, they didn't all hit.

They are barely moving and are a huge target, who taught you to shoot!?

He raced his 'Mech forward and saw the whoosh of more missiles raining down on their base a few klicks away. His medium lasers came online, and he added more ruby-red beams of light to an already damaged opponent. His lance also added lasers and SRMs.

The enemy 'Mechs began advancing forward, still not bothering to aim at them. He wasn't sure if those big missile launchers were configured for close-range scenarios, but he was going to circle around the back anyway and hit their weaker armor. As they passed each other, two of the 'Mechs fired off small laser blasts. One struck his 'Mech's leg and the other his torso, with a third missing. Another 'Mech fired on his lance's Spider, and all three lasers melted armor across the torsos.

Another whoosh of missiles was fired as they circled around back and sent damage deep into the back armor of the advancing 'Mechs. He saw the autocannons continue to chip away at target Bravo, while the Scorpion tanks 'faded' backward, trying to keep their distance from the up-close and personal lasers.

This is a turkey shoot; they aren't even turning to fight us.

The back armor was thin, but any assault 'Mech still had significant internal support and bracing structure. Hopefully, they'd be able to strip away important components before chewing through the entirety of it. Just as he thought this, one of his medium lasers triggered an explosion in the enemy 'Mech's side torso. The resulting blast tore the 'Mech apart, killing the MechWarrior instantaneously.

No ejection? Malfunction?

The remaining four fired another salvo of missiles at the spaceport, and Gregory began to grow desperate. The damned company of armor hadn't even taken down their first target yet. The enemy 'Mechs were firing as soon as their weapons came back online after each shot.

If I time this right…

He triggered his lasers, searing off armor from the back of the 'Mech. Gregory raced forward, and just before the enemy 'Mech would fire, he shoulder-checked it with his Wolfhound. The impact caused damage to his own 'Mech, but the move seemed to completely shock the enemy. Despite its far superior size, the artillery 'Mech toppled over, even as missiles whooshed out of its weapon system. The downed 'Mech struggled to stand as Gregory's lance continued firing at it.

The other 'Mechs had reached range with the Scorpion Light Tanks and had started cooking them with lasers.

Wait, are those medium or small lasers?

Gregory's confusion about the type of laser was replaced by a moment of thankfulness when combined fire into target Bravo's torso toppled it over.

Finally.

The last two 'Mechs standing continued to advance, firing more of their potent payload into Cuanger. In the end, they managed to take down all five at the cost of only two tanks and some minor armor damage. The enemy 'Mechs' relentless focus on shooting into the base was a major reason for their success. Gregory was also mystified as to why none of them had been able to eject.

"HQ, this is LeBeau. Enemy artillery destroyed."

Cuanger, Icar
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
March 21st 3050


Star Colonel Jera Carns neared the enemy spaceport. The enemy had put up a tougher defense than she had expected, but her artillery 'Mechs and Aerospace Star had silenced many of the enemy guns. Explosions had rocked the spaceport as ammunition and enemy artillery had been destroyed. Secondary and tertiary explosions also went off, and Jera could only assume several depots of ammunition had been neutralized. The enemy would have more of their pitiful armored vehicles and subpar 'Mechs than she had, but her warriors were far better.

The damage her 'Mechs had sustained from enemy artillery was a concern, but their evasive maneuvers, superior speed, and armor had prevented anything catastrophic. As she and her 'Mechs moved past blasted-apart buildings, battle ensued.

Four light tanks with autocannons emerged from behind a ruined building, attempting to fire before maneuvering around another. Against the warriors of the 4th Wolf Guard Cluster, such tactics would not suffice. Jera sent two ER PPC blasts of white-hot plasma into the lead tank, destroying it instantly. Three of the remaining tanks swiveled their autocannons, some rounds stitching across her 'Mech's leg before her Command Star obliterated them. Three 80-ton Gargoyle and two 75-ton Timber Wolves gave her Star a formidable punch.

They pushed further in as artillery shells whistled overhead.

Stravag, they still have those? But they must be nearby, we just have to push in faster.

She sent her 'Mech through one of the blasted ruins and found herself face-to-face with a swarm of angry foes. She immediately fired her ER PPCs, spinning a Hunchback around and sending it crashing to the ground. It was not out of the fight, so she added her medium lasers to finish the job. The 'Mech pilot ejected, but with his 'Mech downed, instead of propelling him safely into the air, the ejection sent him rocketing into the leg of a nearby friendly 'Mech, killing him on impact.

The enemy was not idle as autocannon fire filled the air. Each individual barrage barely stripped armor, but the sheer volume posed a real threat. Her other Stars arrived, and enemy tanks and 'Mechs began to fall. A PPC blast from an enemy 'Mech scorched across her Gargoyle's arm, and she marked it as her next target. Her computer, loaded with data on Inner Sphere 'Mechs, identified it as a Vindicator.

How few weapons these Spheroids have on their 'Mechs.

Mindful of her heat, she avoided firing the ER PPCs and instead relied on her large pulse lasers and medium lasers. The combined damage nearly sent the 'Mech toppling, but despite tearing massive holes in its armor and exposing critical components, it remained standing. The enemy 'Mech fired and missed, and the next volley brought it down. In a proper fight, no one would have been shooting at her during this exchange, but instead, she had taken more autocannon fire and been struck by SRMs from a light 'Mech.

Some of the small tanks were scurrying away, but more 'Mechs were now leaping from behind the debris where they had been hiding. One in particular moved with an odd grace, and its twin large lasers, combined with fire from other 'Mechs, took down the leg of one of Jera's Timber Wolves. As Jera finished off the light 'Mech that had fired SRMs at her, she cursed – one of her MechWarriors had already begun exchanging fire with it. Niffur's
Gargoyle, outfitted for heavy missile bombardment, unleashed a dozen SRMs at the nimble Phoenix Hawk.

Much to Jera's surprise, the enemy pilot's jump jets flared horizontally, causing most of the missiles and the LBX Autocannon rounds to miss due to the sudden maneuver.

That pilot is skilled but does not fight properly. Their comrades are sending wave after wave of attacks, focusing on Niffur.

Jera had her own problems to deal with as four heavy tanks joined the fray, emerging from around another building. Seeing more worthy prey than the light tanks in front of her, she fired her ER PPCs at longer range.

Stravag! Only one hit.

The return fire from those tanks was rather inconsequential, but as she took stock of the sensor data on her BattleMech's HUD, she saw worrying numbers of casualties among her surviving Stars. Niffur's internals had been exposed, and he was struggling to turn and face the disturbingly agile 'Mech with his weaponry. Niffur was a skilled pilot, but the enemy 'Mech was staying within extremely short range, literally running in a tight circle around him with preternatural elegance.

More 'Mechs swarmed toward Jera, and she had to move to reorient on her designated target. This time, both of her ER PPCs landed, and the armor was clearly thinning out, but it could still fight. The cowardly crew, however, sped off back behind the ruins it had crawled from, its comrades still firing flak rounds into her and her Star-mates.

In frustration, Jera unleashed a barrage into a computer-identified Jenner, blowing apart its center torso. Another two points of 'Mechs winked out from her reinforcement Binary. A chill ran down her spine – was she going to lose? Niffur's 'Mech finally fell under the combined firepower of no less than seven enemy 'Mechs, and Jera moved her 'Mech again so she could target the Phoenix Hawk. At the same time, she opened a direct channel and spoke.

"You are talented, I would know your name, Warrior."

"Surrender and you can have it," the female voice came from the other 'Mech, accompanied by four lasers spearing into her already heavily damaged arm, fouling one of her ER PPCs. Jera replied with the other ER PPC and her lasers.

The ER PPC missed by the slimmest margins while the pulse lasers scoured the enemy 'Mech. Despite over a ton of armor being melted away, the enemy did not so much as wobble. The swarming light 'Mechs sent SRMs, and medium lasers at her, exposing parts of her internals. Trying to aim while being battered by so many opponents was a challenge, but she was up to it. Or would be if the enemy 'Mech had not hid behind one of her comrades from Bravo Assault Star.

"Move!"

As her subordinate attempted to comply, the enemy lanced lasers into Jera despite the awkward aiming profile with a 'Mech between them. In frustration, Jera attempted to carefully fire her lasers but still managed to scorch the friendly Gargoyle and only hit her opponent's arm with one staccato blast of pulsing laser fire.

Warning claxons sounded as her rear armor was compromised. The ground rumbled from an explosion as two more Points disappeared from her command display, and more tanks fired autocannons at her. Her massive 'Mech was being killed by a thousand paper cuts while she wasted time with this bedeviling surat!

An enemy Wolfhound finished her 'Mech off and destroyed her engine. Her ejection seat fired into the air, an air filled with flak autocannon rounds, and she felt her body get pierced a dozen ways before oblivion took her away from her shame.

12th​ Star Guards Headquarters, Icar
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
March 22nd 3050


The casualties from our successful defense had been atrocious. The LRM carriers were destroyed, as were half of the Scorpion Light Tanks. We even lost some of our Ordnance Transports in the artillery shelling. I lost one MechWarrior and two 'Mechs from my command company, as well as two of my Scorpions and two of my Partisan Heavy Tanks from the armored company. The biggest loss, however, was the artillery. Nearly all the Icar Armored Brigade's artillery was wiped out. Half of my Thumpers and half of my Spitfire Cannons were gone. Half of my men were wounded or killed. As far as my first command went, this was an unmitigated disaster.

The media is going to have a field day. The best I can hope for is that they blame it on my youth and flood the airwaves with how irresponsible it was to let me attend NAMA so early. No one will want to be associated with the stench of failure, my marketing work will dry up, and it wouldn't surprise me if TharHes looks to back out of our contract somehow. I even got one of their machinists killed.

I took a steadying breath. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. My parents ruled their nations; they could probably suppress just how bad the casualties were, right? And maybe with the highly advanced salvage I could ship to NAIS, that will become the story of the day. The Arrow IV system that the artillery 'Mechs were using seemed to have a longer effective range, while being lighter and less bulky. If we could figure out how it worked, that would be big. In fact, many of the weapons from the 'Mechs we destroyed were advanced beyond even Star League weaponry. This could leapfrog our current weapons development.

I could also pin the blame on others. I only assumed temporary command after Col. Caitlin managed to get herself severely injured, and the other senior Kommandants in the Armored Brigade didn't step up! Yes… that could work.

I didn't like throwing anyone under the bus who didn't deserve it, but if those amateurs had their act together, I wouldn't have needed to assume control! The 12th Star Guards were in bad shape. To their credit, they had been extremely brave, and none of them had broken despite the number of casualties. What was once a proud regiment had been reduced to little more than a single company, and a heavily battle-damaged one at that.

In terms of salvage, most of the enemy 'Mechs were unusable. There was no windfall of a 'Mech almost fully intact like the battle at Pofadder's Gully. We did find the 'Mech I was dubbing the 'Super Catapult,' which might be fixable. It had lost some heatsinks, along with both legs, and had a damaged gyro. However, it still had a working engine. The techs thought it would be possible to rebuild the gyroscope, so that would be useful if they could graft another 'Mechs legs to it.

We would need to check on Fraserburg to see what else the enemy had remaining. At a minimum, two heavily damaged Aerospace fighters and several DropShips. ComStar was still playing hardball, but my message wouldn't take much longer before it reached Wotan. I knew they had a black box, so a few more days after that, and I'd get orders from the chain of command.

Before that happened, more DropShips began descending toward Icar, and the enemy was attempting to open a communication line.

You've got to be kidding me.

The line clicked on. "I am Star Colonel Erik Kerensky of the 352nd Assault Cluster. What forces defend this world?"

"Star Colonel Kerensky, I am Kommandant Steiner-Davion, temporarily in command. My commanding officer has been wounded. I can relay a message to her, but to make sure this is efficient, perhaps you can answer some of my questions."

"Neg, Steiner-Davion. Though I must ask, you are the… child of the ruler of the Lyran Commonwealth?"

"Yes, but I only hold the rank of Kommandant and have been serving for less than a year. Simply because my parents rule does not mean I do," I replied, carefully weighing everything this person said.

"If you are temporarily in command, I can speak with you. What forces defend this world?"

This sounded highly ritualized. The previous leader, Star Colonel Jerah Carns, had used the exact same line.

"You are asking me for military information. I do not understand why you would expect me to give it to you. However, I do wish to negotiate. We have the bodies of your comrades, and we have two of your men as prisoners of war. If you would provide me information…"

"Neg, for the last time. What forces defend this world against the Silver Wolves?"

I thought quickly.

"Why don't you tell me what forces you have attacking this world, and I'll consider it."

"Were you wounded?" The voice sounded slightly bemused, which I supposed was better than terse and angry. "What I attack with depends on what you are defending with."

What sort of rank madness is this? Well, I need to keep him talking and presumably he would have knowledge of what the other Star Colonel encountered.

"I am defending this with the remaining units of the Third Armored Brigade, the 12th Star Guards, and the 1st NAIS Research Battalion."

"You say remaining units; you mean those that survived the battle, quiaff?"

"Yes, we suffered losses when your comrade attacked us."

"What do you have remaining in terms of equipment?" Erik asked me. Judging by his voice, he fully anticipated I would tell him. This was growing stranger and stranger.

"We are still assessing; we could have a full and complete report available in a few days…"

He laughed. "Neg, I intend to be on your planet and have defeated you within the next 18 hours."

"Why do you want Icar?" I tried to probe.

"Do not ask meaningless questions during a batchall. I will give you ten minutes to gather your information or put your ranking officer on this channel. Refuse, and I will attack with all the forces at my disposal."

I told him I would take the ten minutes. We had been mauled, and there was no way we could fight another attacker. I communicated through the base, "This is Kommandant Katherine Steiner-Davion. We are evacuating all AFFC units from this world. Priority salvage must also be carried off. We will be lifting off in six hours."

It was time to bug out. Icar couldn't be held. I didn't even bother reestablishing the communication link with the descending DropShips. The 12th Star Guardians and my battalion had rides, but the Third Icar Armored Brigade did not… however, there was extra space due to the casualties we had suffered. We almost didn't have room for the state-of-the-art 'Mech simulators after packing up all the priceless salvage and the remnants of the Icar Armored Brigade.

That was almost very costly!

I worked with the NAIS researchers to grab the most promising pieces: the Super Catapult, the burned-out cockpit 'Mech, the higher-tech Arrow IV system, some of the more intact battle armor suits, and the less-damaged weapon systems. Overwatch had done a damn fine job taking out three Toads with precise shots through the visor. Most of the internals were still intact. I may have had half my command shot up, but the NAIS was going to love me.

Anything that couldn't be loaded up was going to be destroyed as best we could. I wasn't a gracious loser, and I wasn't about to leave anything usable for these catspaws of Being X. The entire installation was in motion as we began loading up the DropShips. Messages were relayed to our JumpShips so we could coordinate the pickup. We would be executing a military burn to shorten travel time. The higher G-forces weren't ideal for our wounded, but getting them proper medical care, instead of just triage, was more important. If they had more Aerospace fighters, things could get very dangerous, but with multiple Union DropShips and even a Fortress DropShip thanks to the 12th Star Guards, we had a lot of concentrated firepower on our side.

While I was worried, we managed to lift off the planet and join our JumpShips without issue. We would jump to the Winfield system and then recharge our K-F Drive, which would take about seven days. I had been tempted to jump to Chateau, but the existing protocol in the event we were forced off-world was for the 12th Star Guards to rally to Wotan Command. Until I received contradictory orders, I would continue acting as Col. Caitlin's stand-in for whatever she would have been doing. They were keeping her under for now, though her prognosis was good. Head wounds were always tricky. She and the other wounded would be traveling down to Winfield for proper hospital care, which was the purpose of using the riskier pirate point.

After Winfield, we could jump to Derf, repeat the process, and then jump to Wotan. Wotan Command would likely assemble a task force to remove this 'Star Colonel' from Icar. Barring any contradictory orders, we would use the extensive 'Mech repair facilities on Wotan. Honestly, I hoped fresh orders would come in soon regarding the black box I had, because I would much rather head back to New Avalon and start salvaging my reputation.

Why do I have the feeling that won't be an option? If anything, I'll probably be stuck joining the task force because I have 'experience' fighting them! Argh! Curse you, Being X!

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Chapter 12


Winfield System
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
March 29th 3050


I finally received a response from Leftenant General Ansel Cabrillo of the Wotan Tamar March Militia. That must mean Marshal Bryant was off-world and it was Cabrillo who had the black box. While it was referred to as 'Wotan Command' it didn't necessarily mean the top brass had to be on Wotan. Hell, they might even be on Tharkad attending various strategy sessions or social functions.

As commander of a March Militia unit, Leftenant General Cabrillo had an immense organization under his command. The March Militias were a close cousin to the Regimental Combat Teams. They typically had a regiment less of armor and weren't quite as quick to get upgraded technology as our RCTs. They also had less Aerospace support than official RCTs. They were normally fixed in place on the world they supported, as opposed to an RCT, which could be called on to invade or secure a planet outside of their typical base of operations.

Still, a full BattleMech regiment, two armored regiments, five infantry regiments, a dedicated artillery unit, and at least some Aerospace assets made for a potent force. The orders that came through the black box were to evacuate from Icar. That had already happened, so I was mollified by my choice to cut and run instead of trying to face another attack. He had even instructed me to make my way to Wotan, so two-for-two in terms of predicting orders. That had to count for something, right?

Communication with Winfield confirmed ComStar was playing games. The ComStar Demi-Precentor on planet promised a detailed investigation and assured me that a Priority Alpha message could be sent free of charge. What wonderful customer service – sending our messages only when it wasn't critical.

I wrote a detailed report about the enemy and included only vague loss numbers for now. Since I was sending it via ComStar and didn't know how badly they might try to screw us, I avoided fully revealing my unit's operational status. I paid special attention to some of the anomalies – the ritualized beginning of combat, the way they didn't deploy their entire force at once, how the Toads fought, and their strange lack of coordination in focusing their attacks.

Within four hours, I received a response from my father. He was pleased I had made it off-world and appreciated the additional information about the attackers. Since I already had a NAIS team with me, they would use the facilities on Wotan to begin analyzing the technology immediately rather than undertaking the long journey to New Avalon. Devoting a command circuit wouldn't be ideal, as they might need it for other purposes. He was cheeky enough to comment on ComStar failing on multiple worlds recently, hoping they would resolve their 'technical issues' soon.

Shit, is he saying Icar might not have been the only world attacked? Well, if other worlds have fallen to these strange invaders, maybe my reputation won't be eviscerated after all.

It was time for me to interrogate our prisoner. He had been battered by his ejection, but any lingering concussion would have cleared up; otherwise, he was healthy. He had been briefly brought out of sedation to confirm he could regain consciousness before being placed back under. He was the only injured prisoner who hadn't been sent down to Winfield. Leftenant Rogers also refused to be separated, and since his injuries were no longer life threatening, I didn't force him to go down with the rest of the injured.

Agent Ainsworth advised she could do a field interrogation, but information obtained through brute force methods wasn't always reliable. The preferred method for the FCIS was narco-interrogation, and unless someone was specifically trained to resist their effects, they typically revealed a lot. With proper medical equipment, interrogators could detect most falsehoods and misdirection attempts. However, my defenders as a protective detail didn't have access to those highly specialized substances.

"Before we go straight to torture or drugging him, let's try just speaking with him."

Ainsworth and Gustav were with me when they brought him around. As a precaution, one wrist was cuffed to his bed, but I wasn't particularly worried. FCIS were highly trained individuals, and with my superb reflexes, I was confident I could avoid getting hit by an attack in time for help to arrive.

The man looked around confused and gave a slight grunt. He pulled on the cuff lightly, but oddly enough his eyes lingered on the medical bracelet on his wrist.

"What is your name?" I asked, putting on a friendly smile.

"Oston. MechWarrior of Clan Wolf. Alpha Galaxy. 4th​ Wolfs Guard Cluster. Alpha Super Nova. I was defeated in battle, quiaff?"

I nodded. "You were, and we have some questions. I've observed one of your people speak and later had a brief conversation with her during the battle. Then I spoke with a second one of your people; in each instance, I noticed you expected me to understand your ways and traditions. But that is not the case, and I am not native to Icar. So, if you explain something, please be detailed."

"I will not betray any Clan Wolf secrets. I will not commit bondsref. I will serve."

I felt my eye twitch. "I am young and don't understand all this terminology. What is bondsref?"

He winced as I spoke but then nodded very slowly. "Hmm, this is unexpected, I thought… to answer your question, it is for those who refuse to serve as bondsmen when captured in battle. May I ask if you were the one who captured me?"

Another term!

"I couldn't tell you who specifically found you, but it would likely be one of the personnel in the MASH units. I currently hold command, as the leader of the Third Icar Armored Brigade was killed in the fighting, and the leader of the 12th Star Guards, 3rd Regiment, is wounded and has been sent to the surface for medical attention."

"And your name?"

"Katherine, Kommandant Katherine Steiner-Davion. Now, why did you attack Icar?"

Oston considered the question for a few moments. "To take the world for Clan Wolf."

"Is Clan Wolf targeting more planets?"

"I will not betray my Clan and share its secrets. It is not required of a bondsman."

"What is Clan Wolf?"

Again, the pause for consideration. "We are the descendants of those who left the Inner Sphere with the Great Father, Aleksandr Kerensky."

I knew well the story of the Kerensky departure from the Inner Sphere. The tales of General Kerensky one day returning to save the Inner Sphere had fallen out of fashion after the Succession Wars and centuries of time, but it remained a well-known tale.

"Why didn't your commander attack with all her forces?"

Another wince. "That was her bid to take the world."

"Bid?"

Another expression of confusion. "I am sorry, you told me earlier to expect you not to understand basic things, but I can explain. The 4th Guards Cluster was bidding against another for the right to take the world. Both commanders bid aggressively, for we did not expect much of a challenge."

"You had intelligence about the world? From where?" I asked.

"I will not betray the secrets of my Clan."

Gustav shifted his weight, but Oston paid him no notice.

"Your commander, this Star Colonel Jera Carns, she brought in reinforcements. Were they part of the bid and used just as a reserve?"

Oston shook his head. "No. She attacked with her final bid. She would lose only some honor if she reinforced her attack with her opponent's last bid. Better than defeat."

This was fascinating. Incredibly stupid, but fascinating.

"Those reinforcements helped her, but we still won. Not a day later, we received another communication, this time from Star Colonel Erik Kerensky."

Oston frowned. "It is… improper. The invasion must succeed so a second trial would have been deemed acceptable."

"Trial?"

This went on for some time; he would explain something, but use a word of significance I would have to go back and get Oston to define. A clearer picture was starting to form as I learned much.

I learned how warfare with the Clans was accomplished. A series of trials designed to prove warrior skill and find victory by the narrowest of degrees. It was quite insane to me. If you could use two Stars to crush an opposition, or just one Star and barely win, using only one Star was the honorable choice. Even though it made your victory less likely and would damage your resources more, rather than simply overwhelming the opponent with superior numbers.

I learned about Zellbrigen and how Clan warriors were expected to fight one-on-one, according to their code. Oston explained that, since we had abandoned Zellbrigen by ganging up on a single target, they would have been well within their rights to do the same. However, it would be of greater honor to stick with the restrictions of Zellbrigen, even when your opponent does not, and win. And since they looked on us with contempt, they never truly considered the possibility of losing.

What purpose is there in tactics if everything just resolves to a series of one-on-one duels? Such a system might well benefit me personally, but I could never see this flying in the Inner Sphere.

It was a shock to learn that they viewed mercenaries as not true warriors and considered vehicle users second-string or worse. My own unit was considered particularly loathsome because they believed it was a "Scientist Caste" unit. Apparently, Clan society was divided into a caste system, with the Warrior Caste at the top and lesser castes like the Scientist, Merchant, and Laborer forbidden from taking up arms.

Oston thought about it for a while, but eventually told me there were seventeen Clans, though he wouldn't provide more details. My plan was to turn him over to FCIS after extracting all the information I could. Wotan, being a command world, likely had the facilities for a proper narco-interrogation. The information we were getting was valuable. I tend to be an excellent judge of character and rarely misread people's intentions, so I was confident he was being truthful about his people.

He also refused to share details about technology, only expressing surprise at how weak our 'Mechs were. He wouldn't reveal the locations of their Clan worlds. He also refused to disclose future targets for Clan Wolf, along with many other details.

He did explain about the bondsmen, and again expressed confusion on why I would need an explanation when a bond cord had been placed on him.

How fortuitous, he thought his medical bracelet was us making him a bondsman!

When he explained the concept of a bondsman to me, it seemed akin to indentured servitude. However, if he served well, there was a chance he could rejoin the Warrior Caste.

"Wait, you would fight for us if we made you a Warrior again?" I asked incredulously.

"Aff, that is the way of it, though such a thing has never happened before. But if you adhere to the Clan way of taking bondsman then in my view it means you may be worthy of fighting for. After all, you had the strength to defeat me in the first place."

"So if another Clan, say this Clan Ghost Bear attacked you in a Trial of Grievance, and defeated you, you could be made a bondsman and then later made into a Clan Ghost Bear warrior, and would you then be expected to be loyal to the Ghost Bear? Even to the point of fighting his one-time comrades in Clan Wolf?"

"Aff."

These people are nuts. Though I did notice the qualifier he provided. All the same, this has been incredibly useful.

Winfield System
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
March 31st 3050


I had passed down word to Leftenant General Winfield about the attack by Clan Wolf as well as the details provided to me by my captive. That was wise, for on the last day of March, another attack came. I was first alerted by the JumpShip captain that unknown JumpShips had arrived at a Transient Pirate point near the planet. I marveled at how daring their JumpShip navigators were, as it was when we jumped to a Non-Standard Proximity Point, I had been nervous.

Perhaps their better technology allows them to reduce the risk of misjumps.

I immediately sent a communication to Winfield, but given our distance in system, instant contact was, of course, impossible. After some time, I got a clear picture of what was happening.

A Star Colonel Diane Anu of the Fifth Battle Cluster had issued a batchall. General Winfield was unwilling to provide detailed information about his defending force, and the communication ceased.

Is that the right call or the wrong one to make? Through the batchall process, it could lead to us being able to fight them piecemeal due to the way they bid, but we also eliminate the element of surprise and keep them tactically in the dark. I suspect that if this invasion grows larger, it will be highly dependent on the circumstances of each world.

Even if the battered forces we had could make a difference, since we were at the Nadir point, it would take us days to reach the surface. Given the brutal efficiency and much closer Pirate point the enemy had jumped into, the battle would likely be resolved before we could help. Nonetheless, I requested ComStar send another Priority Alpha message to clarify my orders. As time ticked by and no response came, I realized once more that ComStar was hampering us.

Are the Clans leaving ComStar alone? Had they cut a deal? If the Clans were taking over the HPG networks and ComStar facilities, then they would be doing all they could to help us, not hinder us. Well… they could still be spiteful, but I give it low odds they would be that idiotic. I can only assume, then, that ComStar is actively helping the Clans or, at the very least, has cut some sort of Non-Aggression pact.

With that information in mind, I immediately used my black box again to explain why I thought ComStar was working with our enemy. This would interrupt my initial message from being received by any black boxes that hadn't already received it, but by now the message should have gotten to Tharkad, and I knew for sure Wotan had received it since I had received a response from them.

Over the coming days, while our JumpShips recharged so we could jump again, we would receive reports on the battle below. With the knowledge of the superior range of their weaponry, Leftenant General Winfield deployed rapidly and rushed in as the Falcons had landed. It was touch and go, and they managed to destroy many of the enemy 'Mechs, but the elementals were Winfield's Regiment's bane. MechWarriors knew how to do physical attacks with their 'Mechs, but it wasn't something practiced often. Ultimately, they were forced to withdraw, but in good order and had delivered a good mauling to the Falcons. The regiment would retreat off-world but not before helping prepare the Winfield Militia Brigade for guerrilla action.

We jumped out to Derf when our K-F drives were recharged. Winfield's Regiment was still on planet preparing to evacuate, but they had their own JumpShips. No ComStar communication had come during those entire five days. I had questioned Oston again, but he refused to speak of the issue, claiming again he wouldn't betray his Clan by divulging anything specific. It seemed he would only prove to be a source of information about general Clan society, not about anything useful on a military level.

Trell
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
April 13th 3050


Kommandant Victor Steiner-Davion had been shocked to learn his sister had fought her first combat engagement, not against pirate or mercenary raiders, but against an invading force with advanced technology that outstripped even the best NAIS could produce. The scale of the invasion was unknown, but it was clear multiple planets had been hit, and the commanding officer of the Twelfth Donal Guard, Leftenant General Jeremy Hawksworth, had cancelled the planned training exercise with the Red Brigade to prepare for a potential attack.

It wasn't enough.

The mines placed along likely approaches had slowed the advancing foes down, but only temporarily. Units were on hight alert, aware of the technological superiority and even aware of the 'Toads' and how they operated in packs. They had time to prepare. Had defensive plans in place. Ensured they had sufficient supplies and ammunition.

It wasn't enough.

They came on in an unstoppable tide, and Victor was forced to face an enemy he was utterly unused to. Fortunately, he had a 100-ton behemoth and was able to fight back. Doubly fortunate it could jump allowing him to remain mobile enough not to be left behind or out maneuvered.

His aide, Galen Cox, proved himself a proficient 'Mech pilot, and his Crusader regularly supported Victor during the battles that took place. He had a creative way of identifying enemy 'Mechs, too. So far, he had already dubbed one a 'Thor' and another a 'Loki.'

The Thor was a 'Mech that acted similarly to a Grasshopper. It was heavy and had jump jets, but it was also faster than the Grasshopper and featured long-range weaponry that could strip a 'Mech of its armor with disturbing quickness. Galen had called the other enemy 'Mech variant, the Loki, because of its 'mad design' that somehow managed to pack both ultra-long-range and ultra-short-range weaponry in one chassis. Long-range PPCs, backed by lasers and an SRM system, and short-range machine guns! It even had an anti-missile system installed. Despite all that, it still had more armor than a Rifleman 'Mech.

The battle they were now in was taking place in the rocky pass leading to HQ. Fortunately, the rougher terrain and mountainous heights stymied some of the enemy's range advantage. The enemy's accuracy was frightening and on par with Victor's own, which meant their accuracy was far greater on average than that of his battalion.

"One is coming up over those rocks, move Victor!" Galen ordered.

Victor didn't back up. Instead, he launched his 100-ton 'Mech forward and keyed his jump jets. He fired his Gauss rifle, aiming to strike one of the Thor's arms and off-balance the 'Mech in mid-air. His aim wasn't perfect, and instead of tearing through nearly a ton of armor, it only clipped the edge of the Thor's arm, doing far less damage. In the blink of an eye, he switched tactics and, still in mid-air, thumbed the trigger to unleash a vicious barrage of autocannon fire from his AC/20. At the same time, his medium lasers lashed out, and all four weapons hit, dealing serious damage to the Thor's main body.

The Thor responded with a vengeance. Despite being under the typical minimum range for LRMs, they still burst across Victor's 'Mech with savage, armor shattering force. These were followed by heavy autocannon fire and the PPC. All of them hit, despite being fired in mid-air and after the Thor had already been rocked by Victor's attack.

His left leg, right arm, center torso, and right torso had all been hit, and combined with the earlier damage, there was almost nothing left to protect his internal systems. Victor's 'Mech teetered in the air as he desperately tried to land, but a 100-ton 'Mech wasn't like the 80-ton 'Mech he had spent years piloting in the simulators. Off-balance, he hit the rocky ground unevenly and crashed forward, slamming his 'Mech into the rocky wall. The impact caved in part of the wall and dealt even more damage to his custom Devastator. As he struggled to extricate himself from the rocks, he heard more missiles launching.

Galen is using his Crusader's SRMs against the Thor.

He righted his dangerously leaning 'Mech just in time to face another wave of attacks. This time, the LRMs mostly missed due to their already short extreme range, but the PPC and autocannon landed solidly.

Wait? What the hell? The autocannon is now firing cluster rounds?

Warning claxons sounded as his internal armor was breached. He gritted his teeth as the ammo mechanism for his Gauss rifle was destroyed, though fortunately, the weapon itself hadn't exploded. He responded with his AC/20, letting it roar and scoring a direct hit to his opponent's center mass. The enemy 'Mech moved sideways, attempting to avoid the barrage, but Victor was having none of that and kept his aim steady. His medium lasers added to the carnage, and he saw Galen's Crusader close in, unleashing point-blank SRMs into the enemy 'Mech's side, followed up by the chattering sounds of machine gun fire. Not done with that, Galen's Crusader punched the Thor in the arm.

Metal screeched as an incredible amount of damage was dealt in such a short time. The enemy 'Mech was badly wounded but stayed upright despite the damage and the physical attack that jarred it. Laser-focused on Victor, the Thor pounded him with another combination of PPC and autocannon fire, this time again with cluster munitions.

Heat spiked in Victor's 'Mech as his XL engine was hit.

Damn it, this 'Mech needs to go down now!

Despite the lowered heat capacity and the difficulty of aiming a PPC at such close range, Victor unleashed every weapon he had left. The sauna inside his 'Mech, only partially counteracted by his cooling vest, turned into a near inferno as the heat built up, starting to cook some of the internals.

And yet, it was worth it. The PPC, AC/20, and medium lasers nearly finished the 'Mech, leaving Galen's SRMs and medium lasers to deliver the final blow.

"God damn it, Victor, we need to move. 2nd Company was wiped out, and the last report said they only took down one enemy 'Mech. There are nine more of these headed through the pass at any moment. Get moving!"

Victor's 'Mech was sluggish as the sweltering heat slowly dissipated. He knew he had to retreat, but it galled him. This was the third 'Mech he and Galen had helped take down, but there had to be more he could do. The RCT comms channel was quite disciplined, but it was clear they were getting destroyed out there. The Red Brigade, with the help of some friendly artillery, had managed to isolate and wipe out fifteen enemy 'Mechs in an effective ambush. When the rest of the defenders had tried to replicate it, they instead found themselves in a grinding battle that had led to far more casualties for the 12th Donegal Guards than for the enemy.

"All right, all right, I'm coming."

Galen's Crusader was pockmarked and damaged, but unlike Victor's Devastator, none of its weapon systems had been taken down. As they retreated, Victor frowned upon seeing a company of 'Mechs from another battalion in the regiment move into the area they had just vacated.

"What are they doing, they can't hold."

"They are buying you time to get out."

Victor felt sick to his stomach. "No, we can reinforce and take bring what's left of the Charlie lance to help. We'll have numbers on them…"

"That company is made up of mediums. If the heavy company that just engaged and got wiped couldn't stop them, there's no way a company of mediums and us are going to cut it. And we know more 'Mechs are coming. We have our orders from Den Mother," Galen argued.

Damn it all, he's right.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at HQ, where Leftenant General Jeremy Hawksworth ordered him and Galen off the planet. Victor countered, suggesting they retreat into the Black Mountain foothills and wage a guerrilla effort through it and Thunder Rift. They knew the local terrain and could repeat the success of the Red Brigade over and over again.

"That might work, Kommandant, but you have your orders. You are the heir to the Federated Commonwealth; we are not going to risk you on such an operation."

Victor saw red. "Don't do this to me! Outside of the Red Brigade's ambush, my unit has had the most confirmed kills out there! We can do this; this world doesn't have to fall."

"It's falling, and our doctrine says that when we know a world is going to fall, we evacuate our most valuable assets first. Get on the DropShip, Victor. That's a direct order," Hawksworth said.

Victor ground his teeth. Military discipline dictated that he obey instantly, but he was also the Archon-Prince Designate. He could probably force his will upon the rest of the RCT, regardless of what Hawksworth said.

"No, I will not give up on this world. Get me comms now."

"Hauptmann, get him out of here."

Victor, who had not taken his loss to Phelan Kell all those years ago, had trained in fisticuffs extensively afterward. He ducked the sucker punch his aide had tried to land on him. A quick shove to the unbalanced Galen sent him to the ground. Hawksworth called for the MPs and they hesitated, but then quickly swarmed over Victor. Unlike in the holovids, multiple people could easily overcome someone, even if their target was well trained. It probably didn't help they each were taller and outweighed him considerably, nor that they seemed far more graceful than most men their size. Cursing at them all, Victor was physically forced into the Leopard DropShip and taken off-planet.

ComStar First Circuit Compound, Hilton Head Island
Island North America, Terra
April 15th​ 3050

Primus Myndo Waterly directed the attention of the Precentors to the center of the chamber.

"This transmission has recently arrived from the Precentor Martial. I will play it for you, and then we will discuss the next steps to take."

The image of Anastasius Focht, the military leader of the ComGuards, appeared in a three-dimensional holographic display.

"The Peace of Blake be with you, Primus. I bring greetings from Ulric, the Khan of the Wolf Clan. They have been gracious hosts and have agreed to the terms previously outlined. I have yet to discern their purpose for the invasion, and have been met with polite evasiveness when I attempt to press. Mindful of my unique role, I have not pushed forward aggressively."

The man adjusted his eye-patch, cleared his throat, and continued.

"Of note, there is some rivalry within these separate Clan groups. The ilKhan, or Khan of Khans, is Leo Showers and he is from the Smoke Jaguar Clan. There is palpable tension between him and Ulric. Showers is in daily communication with his Smoke Jaguar commanders who carry out his orders from significant distance."

Myndo felt the tension uptick in the room as every Precentor knew that meant the Clans had access to HyperPulse Generators, something that, until now, had been ComStar's exclusive domain.

"The Wolf Clan fields a superior military force and has, in most cases, handedly triumphed in their invasions. It should be noted that the normally unreadable Wolf Khan did exhibit distress when learning one of his Star Colonels was slain on the world of Icar. He and the commander were apparently close, but I was unable to divine the nature of their relationship."

Interesting, Icar is where own of our own problems first occurred.

"They have been merciful in their conquest, with the exception of the capture of a limited number of slaves that they call 'bondsmen.' I suspect they may be being used as hostages for the good behavior of the taken worlds. They accept surrenders and do not divorce any non-military assets from the hands of the citizens of these worlds."

The message was nearing its end, heading toward the most critical portion.

"I will be able to send another transmission when their flagship jumps to the next location. As agreed, the Clans will continue to allow us to administer the HPG network on captured worlds and act as an intermediary with their populations. In exchange, we will not allow any military communications to be sent into or out of worlds they have taken, and we will continue to provide them with intelligence on their next wave of targeted worlds."

The image winked out, and several Precentors began speaking at once.

"They have our technology!"

"We are providing them intelligence?"

"Why was this not brought to the 1st​ Circuit first?"

Myndo called the session to order.

"When I sent our Precentor Martial to the Clans, time was short. I will address all concerns in today's session; however, we must first bring everyone up to speed on the progress of the invasion. Precentor Tharkad."

The sleeves of Precentor Tharkad's robe slipped down past his wrists as he gestured animatedly.

"The Jade Falcon Clan has already taken ten Steiner worlds, including the deep strike at Trell. The Wolves have taken two worlds, Icar and Chateau. This is more of an emergency than any this Order has faced."

"Be more detailed, Precentor Tharkad," Myndo commanded.

There was an irritated glare before he spoke, "In a crescent from Barcelona up and around the rim of the Lyran Commonwealth, the Jade Falcons have taken Barcelona, Bone-Norman, Anywhere, Here, Bensinger, and Toland. More recently, they have taken Steelton, Persistence, Winfield, and Trell, though there is heavy guerilla activity on several planets in particularly Winfield. Furthermore, not all the 12th Donegal Guards have been defeated, and with their advanced warning, they were well prepared to go to ground and prove a thorn in the invader's side."

"And the Fox's heir?"

"Escaped off world," came Precentor Tharkad's response.

Myndo nodded and gestured toward Gardner Riis, the lanky Precentor of Rasalhague.

"Between attacks by the Ghost Bears and the Wolves, the Rasalhague Republic has lost twelve planets. The Wolves have taken Skallevoll, Outpost, Svelvik, Alleghe, The Edge, New Caledonia, Balsta, and St. John. The Ghost Bears have taken Thule, Damian, Holmsbu, and Pinnacle. Like the Wolves, the Ghost Bears have not tormented the captive populace, save for the mercenaries, whom they view with disgust for selling their services."

Myndo accepted that answer and moved on to Precentor Dieron.

"The Draconis Combine has lost seven worlds to the Smoke Jaguar Clan. Richmond, Idle Wind, Tarnby, Bjarred, and Schwartz all fell easily. Rockland put up more of a fight, but only on Turtle Bay was any real damage inflicted on the invaders. The Fourteenth Legion of Vega got ripped up, but destroyed several opposing 'Mechs. The yakuza on the world are causing trouble, and there have been supplies destroyed and even some Jaguar warriors murdered in a bombing."

Ignoring the trivialities, Myndo asked if Hohiro Kurita, who had been stationed there, had been found.

"My people have not located him or his body. It is possible he went underground, or that he was captured by the Smoke Jaguars."

"After all the information had been shared with the group, an angry Precentor Tharkad spoke."

"This intelligence sharing with the invaders must not continue. Have we abandoned our mission of leading humanity back into the light? How does aiding a formidable invader in his conquests help us achieve our purpose? Our message of spiritual prosperity and the words of our blessed founder will mean nothing to these invaders."

Myndo gave him a patronizing smile. "This course of action is the most logical under the circumstances and does advance our cause. First, in exchange for military intelligence, the invaders will allow us to remain on their conquered worlds and act as an interface between the populace and the invaders. We will position ourselves as the benevolent class of administrators, restructuring not only the governments but, more importantly, the educational systems, to indoctrinate the people with our message. To wit, ComStar is the savior of all mankind, and only through us can humanity rise again."

She ticked off another point on one finger.

"Second, we can direct the invaders toward targets we wish to destroy for our own purposes. We can incite the Smoke Jaguars to shatter Luthien and decapitate the Draconis Combine. We can turn them toward cold Tharkad to eliminate that half of the Steiner-Davion axis. With Thomas Marik sympathetic to our cause, we can keep the invaders away from his holdings until they have spread themselves thin enough to be defeated."

Her tone shifted into a more conspiratorial one.

"Third, and ultimately, giving the Clans military intelligence will make them dependent on us. We will become their eyes and ears, so that when the time comes for us to cut them off, they will be blind and deaf. By then, the Precentor Martial will have gathered enough knowledge to defeat these hordes. And so, all of mankind will rejoice as ComStar rises to destroy the alien invader."

Precentor Tharkad still looked angry, but several others were nodding along.

I have them.

"In short, ladies and gentlemen, the Clans and their invasion are a means to an end. I will use them and then discard them. In this way, and in our own time, the dream of the Blessed Blake will be realized."

Precentor Tharkad shook his head. "And what do we tell the Great Houses? Melissa Steiner and Hanse Davion know, thanks to their daughter, that we failed to deliver or delayed abnormally long in sending the Priory Alpha transmissions. They know, and they're demanding an explanation. I spoke with Field Marshal Forney. He's angry, as are most of Lyran State Command. He specifically says he fears the Fox may go completely rabid if we continue to stonewall. Our ComGuards are good, but with only a company of 'Mechs and a couple of battalions of conventional forces, they could attack hundreds of HPG stations on their worlds."

Precentor Sian scoffed. "Not even Hanse Davion would be so bold."

"His two eldest are his pride and joy, his crown jewels, and he blames us for their near capture or deaths! With our Precentor Martial on a diplomatic mission to the Clans, this would be the worst time for open conflict with the Federated Commonwealth," Precentor Tharkad stubbornly replied.

Myndo frowned. She had hoped to conclude this session with that triumphant call to arms, but as much as it galled her to admit, he was right. It would also interfere with any future indoctrination efforts in conquered Lyran space. They needed to provide a response.

"Since you are so worried," Myndo said reassuringly, "we will provide an answer – a partial truth. That ComStar cares most about the people of the Inner Sphere. In exchange for assurances from the invaders not to cause undue harm to the civilian population, ComStar will be allowed to continue operating the HPG network. However, as a stipulation, they required ComStar not to transmit any military information, including troop movements, once the Clans have entered a system."

Precentor Dieron was quick to nod. "That would work. The Fox may still do something rash, but I believe Melissa Steiner can temper his bloodlust, especially given the reality that they will need their full military power to confront the enemy."

"See?" Myndo nodded in thanks to her protégé. "Precentor Dieron is correct, but as a precaution, we will put our ComGuards on high alert, and I will address the issue of our preparedness with our Precentor Martial when the time is right. While our ComGuards may be scattered across the nations, they still total over fifty 'Mech regiments, along with far more Aerospace, armor, and infantry divisions." She proudly looked each of them in the eye. "Remember, we are no longer a toothless tiger, dependent only on our HPG services to avoid destruction."

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Chapter 13



WarShip Dire Wolf, Assault Orbit, New Caledonia
Rasalhague District, Free Rasalhague Republic
April 21st 3050


"That was all the information Star Colonel Kerensky provided?" Ulric asked his saKhan.

His second in command, Garth Radick, was on the shorter side, but built stoutly. His face was always a bland mask of pleasantness that prevented any observer from knowing his true thoughts.

"Aff, my Khan. Before she was slain, Jera Carns reported that the Spheroid barbarians used quite despicable tactics. They would call down artillery on their own 'Mech and armor units, ruthlessly focus on individual targets with whole Binaries at a time, and made extensive use of artillery. The final battle Jera fought did not have any survivors that we know of, and when the Spheroids left Icar, they took everything they could and destroyed the rest. No copies of their battle recordings survived."

Ulric felt a momentary pang for the loss of his lover. Within the Clans, lovers came and went, but she had been Ulric's favorite. Beyond that, she was a trusted member of Alpha Galaxy and a talented subordinate. Her codex had been filled with success after success until Icar.

"Do you think the intelligence reports from ComStar were accurate?"

"Aff. The fault lies with us for underestimating the depths they would sink to and for not properly identifying that the Spheroids would have some sort of bodyguard unit for an important figure in their barbarous ruling system," Radick replied in an even tone.

"Katherine Steiner-Davion, head of the Science Caste unit? You suspect that perhaps some of their more elite warriors were independently assigned to protect her specifically. Perhaps even unbeknownst to our new allies, quiaff?"

"Aff. You have asked us to study these people. I have watched broadcasts of their 'media,' and this person is an important part of their society. Their Merchant and Labor Caste turn to her for advice on the personal products used to enhance their looks or for the beverages they consume."

I will speak to Phelan about this. Radick's explanation is logical, but is missing something. They treat the children of their leaders like we would treat Bloodnamed warriors. The actions of one Bloodnamed warrior echo and reflect on all those who hold that Bloodname.

"We will need to prevent a second occurrence. The 4th Wolf Guards are under half-strength now, and we must be on guard for future trouble. I am pulling Verthandi, or Norn on some star charts, from Wave 2 and moving it to Wave 3," Ulric stated.

"Surely you are not worried about failure, quineg?" he asked the question without a change in his expression.

"Neg, but losses could mount, and the intelligence from ComStar indicates two elite units are on that planet. The Kell Hounds, lucrewarriors though they may be, are impressive in comparison to other Spheroid units. We will move more ponderously for now, and will ensure no other failures occur before beginning the true hunt," Ulric concluded.

"I will see to it that orders are adjusted, my Khan."

Ulric had Phelan brought to him.

"Phelan, I would like your help in understanding the importance of royalty in the Inner Sphere. Would it be expected for the sons and daughters of your Successor States to have dedicated bodyguard units?"

Phelan was caught off guard by the question, but then answered. "Sure, why wouldn't they?"

"Careful with your language, bondsman."

"Sorry," Phelan said though he didn't sound contrite. "Yes, they would, though it depends on how far down the line they are and if they have a combat role."

"Would one of your Science Caste have a dedicated unit?"

Phelan shook his head. "No, but we do not have a caste system. An important research installation might be well defended, but no single scientist who would warrant 'Mech protection. I also can't... ah, cannot think of a royal who would be considered a scientist."

"The person in question is Kommandant Katherine Steiner-Davion. She was in command of a 'Research Battalion' and is also seen on Inner Sphere broadcasts advising your people of personal products to purchase."

Phelan grinned. "I have seen those ads too; despite her age, she's already a looker. I've had to knock someone's teeth out for saying something inappropriate once. I did not... did not realize she would be assigned to such a unit. I had heard she was doing well and was talented, especially for her age. She only got a battalion command due to her status as royal though."

"You believe she is unworthy?"

Phelan shrugged. "You must be good to make it through NAMA. I fought with her for a few seconds when we were younger, she has warrior instincts. We normally do not assign battalion commands to people fresh out of the academy. As for it being a Research Battalion, it might be structured like Team Banzai on New Avalon, and they are elite as they come. Hell, if she does have protection, it might have come from Team Banzai." Phelan paused, swallowed, and then asked, "Why? Is she on one of the worlds you are targeting?"

"No, Phelan, but she was." Seeing his worried face, Ulric added, "She survived the battle of Icar and fled off-world. However, she was part of the defense that successfully held Icar against the initial assault." He waved his hand dismissively. "For the future, who can say, but we are not targeting any Lyran Commonwealth worlds in the next wave."

Phelan's smile returned. "I told you; she is a natural warrior. A lot better than her brother, that's for sure!"

"You have fought this Victor Steiner-Davion?"

"Yes, kicked his ass too. That was a while ago, I hear he is a hot-shot 'Mech pilot, at least in the simulators. But I would put my C-Bills on Katherine any day of the week."

"Thank you, Phelan. This is good information, but not something I need to share with the Jade Falcons. If they encounter her, they can learn for themselves what sort of warrior she is."

Avalon City, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
April 28th 3050


Prince Hanse Davion sat with his wife, Melissa Steiner, as they stared at the holographic map of the Lyran Commonwealth. Worlds that had been taken were marked in dark red, those where they still had active guerrilla operations of effective size were in red, and those currently believed to be under assault were in orange. He squeezed his wife's hand as Justin Allard went over specific details.

"Most of our intelligence is coming from Princess Katherine. She managed to take a captive and has provided us with valuable information. She's also given us exceptional hard numbers on weapon capabilities. At any range, they outclass even our most advanced 'Mechs, but at long range, we are particularly disadvantaged."

Hanse nodded. "She's been cagey about her unit and the 12th Star Guards' 3rd Regiment that was evacuated. Any idea how shot up they are?"

"Yes, she was sneaky and embedded a message to one of the covert agents Ainsworth is familiar with through a Charlie-Level Priority message to Butler. Her battalion suffered significant casualties but remains above half-strength. As for the 3rd Regiment… almost a total loss. Less than one battalion made it off-world, along with only about a battalion from the 3rd Icar Armored Brigade. The only reason they managed to escape was that there was extra space due to the high number of casualties."

Melissa shook her head forlornly. "So much death… what do these invaders want?"

"Unclear, but Ostin, the captured member of Clan Wolf, has been turned over to a Loki cell on Wotan. Through a combination of drugs, physiological monitoring, and enhanced interrogation techniques, we'll soon learn more military details about our attackers. If I had to guess, they have returned to the Inner Sphere to conquer it all."

Hanse grunted. "Good. In the meantime, are our neighbors also experiencing attacks?"

Justin nodded and gestured toward Alex Mallory, his deputy.

Mallory cleared his throat. "I've analyzed ComStar data trends. A regular amount of traffic flows from worlds all over the Inner Sphere—commodity prices, personal correspondences, diplomatic messages, and more. If that suddenly stopped or changed when the Clans hit a world, it would be obvious. ComStar is dummying data, but they got sloppy. They didn't vary their algorithm enough, making it clear which worlds were hit. The Draconis Combine hasn't been struck as hard, but one of the worlds targeted was Turtle Bay. Rasalhague, however, has been hammered."

Melissa, the Archon of the Lyran Commonwealth, arched a brow. "They struck Icar, Trell, and Turtle Bay. Does anyone else find it odd that the worlds hit were all ones where the potential heirs to the heads of state were present?"

Hanse blinked, then cursed. "ComStar. They must be feeding them information." He turned to Justin. "We need to respond to this invasion, but we'll also need to set aside a number of units to assault ComStar facilities when the time is right. NAIS believes they can operate the HPGs if we gain full access. The biggest risk is ComStar destroying them as we break in, so it will have to be done quickly and simultaneously across all targeted planets."

Justin looked uneasy. "That will be difficult, and we'll need time to coordinate. If even one slip-up occurs and someone leaks it to ComStar, we lose the element of surprise. JumpShip word of mouth and in-person only. We'll need at least a year to set up that kind of operation with any chance of success, and some worlds will go dark, as we can't guarantee success everywhere."

Alex drew their attention again. "We have confirmation that Theodore Kurita is exercising his authority as Gunji no Kanrei and is shifting troops away from the Dieron Military District. We estimate upwards of twenty crack regiments are being rotated to the front to fight these invaders."

He pressed a key on the noteputer, and lines and icons of units began to shift, slowed by the necessity of using JumpShips, which had to recharge for around seven days after every jump.

"How did we get this information?" Hanse asked.

Justin leaned forward. "Half of it came through agents we have in various bases within the Combine, including agents we believe are compromised."

Hanse slowly nodded. "Then you think Theodore may have leaked this information about his own weakness to us?"

"Yes, Highness, I do." Justin pointed to the icons. "He is letting us know that he believes the invaders are a greater threat to the Draconis Combine than we are."

Hanse drummed his fingers on the table, and turned to his wife. "What do you think?"

"It strikes me, beloved, that Theodore must be concerned about his son's fate, as we are for our children. If we were to strike, the Combine could not handle a war on two fronts, but for now, the Combine serves as a buffer between the Federated Suns and the Clans. If we could move some of the troops we have assigned to the Combine border rimward, they could be used to hold back the invaders."

Hanse gave her a smile. "I agree." He looked to Justin. "Do you concur? Do we move our troops from the Isle of Skye to face the invaders?"

The head of the FCIS nodded. "Our JumpShip assets are in position to move quickly. We can move troops to the rim faster than the Combine can. Orders have already gone out to mercenaries with their own JumpShips to start heading that way. Hopefully, we can form a firebreak and slow the invaders."

They talked for a time about various mercenary units. Of most interest and importance were the Eridani Light Horse, Kell Hounds, Wolf's Dragoons, and Northwind Highlanders. They were still awaiting a response from the Light Horse, but the Kell Hounds were already on the way. They blamed the invaders for Phelan Kell's death out in the Periphery. He had been the son of the unit's commander and staunch Steiner loyalist, Morgan Kell. No word had returned from the Wolf's Dragoons, but they had recalled two of their regiments serving House Marik on garrison duty and were in transit to the Wolf's Dragoons' permanent base of operations on Outreach. The Northwind Highlanders had demurred and wished to remain defending their own home world and the surrounding potentially volatile region.

"Wolf's calling his people home. Let them know we are ready to pay double their price if they are willing to fight these Clans. They are the best mercenary regiment in the Inner Sphere, and five elite regiments, especially ones with their own JumpShips, would be a mighty boon." Hanse took a deep breath. "Issue orders for the first Kathil Uhlans and all the Deneb, Arcturan Guard, Lyran Guard, Royal Guard, and F-C Regiments from Skye March to depart for Sudeten. Let Morgan know he's in charge of this army group and route Victor to Sudeten. We'll also move troops from the Crucis March up to reinforce the Terran corridor and Skye."

Justin keyed notes into his datapad and then looked up. "Field Marshal Nondi Steiner won't be pleased to have him on 'her' side of the Federated Commonwealth."

Hanse snorted. "I'm sure, but I have bigger worries than salving her wounded ego. She herself said over a decade ago it was time for her to retire. I won't push it now, not when the full scale of the invasion is known by the Lyran Commonwealth. Morale and fear will already be in the toilet, and the thought of stripping one of their heroes of her command in the middle of it would not go over well."

His wife stirred. "Victor to Sudeten, which will be a staging area for a counterattack. Katherine on Wotan, which is within their line of advance. We should pull one of them back to Tharkad or New Avalon."

Hanse sighed. "They are both doing their duty, but I will give orders to Lieutenant General Cabrillo to evacuate Katherine at the first sign of trouble. She's probably utterly pleased being there on-site as her NAIS partners are uncovering the secrets of the LosTech in those enemy 'Mechs. I won't take her from it until it is necessary. The March Militia isn't up to RCT standards, but it will be far more defensible than Icar. It is also the rallying point for the units that made it off-world in nearby systems."

Melissa looked as if she wanted to speak further, but then demurred.

Justin took his leave to carry out his orders, and Hanse remained staring at the map of the Inner Sphere, looking for anything else he could do to save his realm.

Kirkeøy Continent, Wotan
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
May 2nd 3050


I listened as Nick Westfield gave me the good news about our salvage. I was really starting to like the unassuming brilliant NAIS researcher. If he kept it up, I'd get my father to give him a Sunburst medal, one of the few awards that could be given to civilians. The overall martial nature of Federated Suns and Lyran Commonwealth meant that almost every national level accolade had to do with frontline combat service.

"The Gargoyle – the proper name we learned from Oston – is being called the Man 'O War by other units. It might be too late to change the designation in people's minds, but more importantly, we've got it up and running with a replacement cockpit. It took some tinkering, but we managed to fit cockpit components from one of the Naga 'Mechs Leftenant LeBeau's squad took out. It isn't a perfect fit, and there are some sensor glitches, but the link between the neurohelmet and gyroscope is synced perfectly."

I smiled. "Excellent news. Then, is it ready for me to test it out?"

"It is. We've also managed to put a set of replacement legs from a Marauder on the Timber Wolf – again, some are calling it something else, a Mad Cat – and we've got it working too. New legs makes it much more difficult to pilot, and pushing it to its max speed is asking for trouble, but as a weapons platform, it works," Nick said confidently.

"I'll have Leftenant Roth practice piloting with it."

A strategy had formed in my mind if I had to fight the Clans again personally. Through Oston, we had learned that what the Clans were doing each time they invaded was a Trial of Possession for a planet. They would begin with a batchall, and the defender would declare their units and even provide the unit's history to the attacking party. The defender would then be allowed to choose the battlefield. Armed with the knowledge of the defender's force, the attacker would then internally bid, and individual sub-commanders would seek to prove their skill and honor in the competitive bidding process. The defender could also ask for something of equal or lesser value than the target of the Trial of Possession, though that was not always requested.

I had asked Oston why any defender would ever not do so, and he explained some of the thought behind it. For one, the defender could request, but it was always up to the attacker and their honor whether to accept. This could be negotiated, and sometimes those discussions became quite creative. For example, the attacker could counter and suggest that they limit the battle to just 'Mech forces without the use of Aerospace if they did not want to deal with those factors. Secondly, if there was a chance of further loss outside of just having their own force destroyed, the bidding would be less competitive as the risk was greater. From a defender's perspective, their odds of victory grew slimmer when they asked for something of value if they won.

With superior 'Mechs and their built-in belief that their trueborn genetics made them superior; the Clans were unlikely to bid one-to-one when attacking the Inner Sphere. They should feel confident with odds of one-to-two, meaning that if a defender had a 'Mech battalion of 36 'Mechs, a Clan leader would anticipate victory with 18 'Mechs, and through a competitive bidding process, possibly even going down to just 15. If the defender asked for something of value, the bidding might only drop to 20 'Mechs. It depended on many factors.

I idly wondered how impactful their genetic breeding was compared to their selection process. In one sense, certain physical traits such as build and reflexes could be inherited. The Clans themselves, for their Warrior Caste, did not have natural births; instead, they used 'iron wombs' to create whole groups from the same genetic material. The Science Caste carefully made minor adjustments on the genetic level, then raised different groups and monitored their successes and failures. According to Oston, who was likely biased to a high degree, it obviously was better, and trueborn warriors – at least on average – were better than freeborn ones.

In some sense, he could be right, though I didn't have the data to validate it. Elementals – what we had called 'Toads' – were clearly selected for height and the ability to put on muscle mass. Aerospace fighters were bred to be smaller but with larger heads, and MechWarriors had certain genes selected for Neurohelmet compatibility and superior reflexes. However, there were some rather stark confounding variables. Most of the groups of children born of the iron wombs did not go on to be warriors. In Oston's own 'sibko,' only four out of twenty-five joined the Warrior Caste after completing their testing.

Secondly, with superior technology, including better Neurohelmets as well as lifelong training and a singular focus on just being a warrior, one would expect any group of MechWarriors to be better on average than those raised in a normal environment. It remained unclear whether the superior fighting prowess of the Clan warriors was due to genetics, technology, heightened standards, or the learning environment. In any event, the point is that they naturally assumed they would win anything approaching an even fight or even a one-on-two fight.

I was no ordinary warrior. Gifted with my 'mage brain' conditioned reflexes from my second life, I was a cut above nearly everyone else. It wasn't supernatural, but given the total range of all human reflexes, I was almost certainly in the top .001% of humanity in that department. The folks I had trained were also fantastic warriors, especially Aiko and Gregory. And now, with two top-tier Clan 'Mechs, we could meet on more-or-less equal ground with our foes, who would still be viewing combat odds completely differently. If I could force bidding to a small engagement, and even win something from the Clans in return, that would be ideal.

I had submitted a proposal to Leftenant General Cabrillo and had been rejected outright. I didn't like going over people's heads; it was generally a bad idea in the military. But this plan could work if we were invaded on Wotan. At the same time, I didn't want to send communication via ComStar and run the risk they shared what I wanted to attempt to do. Instead, I used my black box and sent the details of how I would use the batchall process against a Clan opponent.

And Cabrillo was not happy, because, of course, he received that message first, since he has a black box as well.

I didn't have to face him in person, not that it would have been that big of an issue, but I could tell he was peeved. HQ for the Wotan March Militia was Borealtown on the continent of Stord, whereas I was currently stationed at the BattleMech repair facility on the continent of Kirkeøy. Originally a 'Mech factory from the Star League era, some of its critical components had been damaged during the wars. Instead of producing 'Mechs, it was put to use repairing them. It still produced 'Mech armor, so it was pulling a bit of double duty, though the armor it was creating wasn't the more advanced Ferro-fibrous that was becoming more popular in 'Mech designs.

Returning to the matter at hand, I asked Nick about reverse-engineering the technology.

"There, I have less good news. I've got some ideas, but testing them will require better facilities than this. The building blocks of these 'Mechs, their weapon systems – literally everything – is a bit of a mystery. It is like they've uncovered some new substance that is lighter and more durable; however, at the atomic level, it isn't. We've been struggling to figure out why, but we've also just begun. We are still learning new things from the Helm memory core, so it may be decades before we unlock the secrets of how the Clans produce such potent 'Mechs."

Unfortunate, but realistic.

"What about the battle armor suits, these Elementals?"

Nick shrugged. "Not exactly our specialty, but the same material issues are present. On the bright side, the damage to three of them was incredibly minimal, thanks to your sniper's precise shooting. The suits can be adjusted for sizing. While they probably won't be as optimal for regular-sized humans, we've proven they can work. Two of your protective detail have already tested them, and I think they want to keep them."

Hmm, now there's a thought.

"What about the damaged ones? Can we get those working again?"

He nodded. "Some of them. They weren't a top priority because of the damage done to the 'Mechs and vehicles. But we recovered pieces of over sixty suits from the three battles on Icar. I estimate we can get ten or so working and fully functional, with another five or so working but with greatly diminished combat capacity."

My mind raced at the possibilities. I could outfit the survivors of Leftenant Roger's platoon with Elemental armor, or I could give it to some of my artillery companies, providing an alternative way to carry and move my Spitfire Cannons. An artillery crew that could jump through mountainous terrain, set up the artillery using our proprietary magnetic interlocks, and defend themselves if light 'Mechs or VTOLs came to stop them?

Okay, calm down. That would be great for my unit, but not exactly something other units could easily replicate.

"Let's make that a priority. Good work, Nick. I know things got hot on Icar, but I want you on my team for the foreseeable future. I won't say there's no limit to the funding I can get you for any personal projects you want to work on, but it will be close. Are you good with working for me for the rest of your career?"

He grinned. "Princess Katherine, I'm now on the very bleeding edge of research. As a scientist, this has been an incredible opportunity, and I'm more than game."

Perfect.

After meeting with Nick, I met with Hauptmann Sven Fischer. I had worked closely with my XO during our journey through space and the descent to Wotan. Casualties had been high, and I wanted to personally correspond with the families of the fallen. They were entitled to life insurance funds, which would be paid out, but in addition, if they had children, I provided funds for scholarships. We also put in for posthumous medals for those who had gone above and beyond the call of duty.

I also submitted requests for medals for my living soldiers. The whole situation with the AFFC unification made things awkward. I had troops from both the Federated Suns and the Lyran Commonwealth. Despite being part of the AFFC now, the Lyran military and the Federated Suns military still used their old medal systems just as often as the new one. This was a result of a compromise between tradition and unification, but the balance was frankly terrible and very inefficient. Regardless, I wanted to ensure my people got what they earned, so I put in requests for all three and would let high command figure it out.

After saluting, he sat down and reported on the details of the refit. Our units were getting top priority, but we still had gaps in our roster, both in terms of equipment and personnel.

"Kommandant, we're in a better position with personnel than we are with equipment, as not all destroyed vehicles come with fully killed crews. The same goes for our artillery pieces. We weren't expecting any replacements for the Spitfire Cannons, so we'll have to make do with only eight for now. However, Lyran State Command recently placed an order, and I'll see if we can route some of those to us. We also have an opportunity to expand, if you can get approval."

I arched an eyebrow; we were already listed as a reinforced battalion on paper. Growing any larger would put us in an even more unique role.

"The Third Armor Icar Brigade had artillery elements. They were nearly destroyed by the counter-battery fire and the attack on the spaceport. I'll be honest, they're rough around the edges and not as well trained, but they want to avenge their world. With as many worlds as have fallen, it won't be anytime soon that Icar is retaken. They want to join you."

"Me?" I asked, a bit shocked. "I lost almost half my command."

"And the Brigade lost 80% of its people. The 12th Star Guards lost over 70% of its command." Sven stroked the thin beard he had been growing since the battles on Icar. "You also took charge in a nearly hopeless situation. We had to run, but we defeated them at Cuanger and secured valuable salvage for our researchers."

I paused to think. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be saddled with soldiers who hadn't gone through my training. I was told the Icar Armored Brigade was better than most armored units on Periphery worlds, but they were a far cry from the standards of the more important planets. On the other hand, I could probably delay integration and training, which would preclude me from being included in any counteroffensive actions…

Yes, this might be just the thing I need to avoid the frontlines!

"I like this idea. Get me a headcount of any artillery personnel who wish to join… hell, since their operational integrity is destroyed, get me a headcount for anyone who wishes to join, from tank crews down to techs. In the meantime, I'll see if I can get permission. Ugh, this will be a headache. My chain of command goes up through Wotan Command, but the genesis of this unit was dreamt up in NAIS. All right, not your issue, and you have work to do."

Sven nodded easily. "Yes ma'am!"

How far could I push this? The more disparate groups that join, the more elongated my 'training and integration' period could be. Could I even offer the 12th Star Guards an opportunity to become line soldiers of the AFFC? Would they even be interested?

The other worry was Wotan itself being targeted. Hopefully, the Clans would need some time to digest their gains, and more than likely, they would need to hit Apollo and Somerset first. Getting a shipment of more artillery in the event they did hit us… well, that could only be for the better.

Time to see if my connections to my great-aunt can pay off…

Nadir Point, Baker 3 System
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
May 8th​ 3050


Victor was so engrossed in the holovid screen showing the 'Mech battle on Trell that he didn't notice Galen until he loudly cleared his throat. Victor had pulled the combat data from the 'Mechs and had them forwarded to his terminal on the DropShip. He didn't have a lot to work with as the ship only carried four 'Mechs, but he had studied them over and over again in the weeks since the battle as he journeyed toward Sudeten.

"Kommandant," Galen said as he saluted. "Do you really think there's anything more you can glean from those vids?"

Victor gave an irritated glance at Hauptmann Cox. The swing he took wasn't personal – he knew that. Galen had been following orders, but still, it stung. They had worked glove and fist together, shaping the battalion. They may have been crushed by the invader, but thanks to their hard work, they had performed better than many other battalions against them.

"I don't have anything better to do. I've made a list of notes and figured out the optimal ranges we should try to stay in when fighting each specific 'Mech design. I've also calculated how long each of our own 'Mechs can stand up to their punishment by type. I've cross-referenced…"

Galen folded his arms and Victor petered off.

"Kommandant, you were forwarded the casualty lists. Have you done anything with them?"

"Damn it, Galen, do you think I don't mourn? I'm trying to figure out what to do next time so this doesn't happen again!"

Galen shook his head. "It isn't about mourning. I know you care. It's about taking your responsibilities seriously as a commanding officer! You were taught at the best academy in the Lyran Commonwealth. What is a battalion commander's responsibility to fallen soldiers and their families?"

Victor felt heat rise to his cheeks. "I… I don't know what to say. What can I say to the families of the soldiers who trusted me? Every time I think of something, I wonder how it will sound to someone who could be their son's or daughter's age!"

"So you ignore your duty? Look, with all the 'ComStar technical difficulties,' you haven't really stepped in it, but you do need to get them done. I'll help you if you want. You also need to think about whether anyone deserves to be honored specifically for valor. I've seen the memorial services. I've seen the pride on our citizens' faces when they hear the roll of honor and it's their child being celebrated."

Victor closed his eyes. He was screwing up. If Galen hadn't been here, he would have done nothing until someone else – maybe even Morgan – chewed him out for it. He owed it to his men who had fought and died for him. Leading was more than just being good at strategy and individual piloting skills. He knew that; he had taken the courses.

"You're right, Galen. Thank you. I don't know what I would have done without you these past several months."

Galen gave him a grin. "Probably would have been shot up in that canyon and either dead or in a prison camp."

Victor chuckled, and then winced. "Damn, I hope my sister has someone like you on her command staff."

Galen patted him on the shoulder. "I'm sure she does, Victor. Given her youth, I can't imagine High Command didn't set up someone experienced to fill that role."

"And she's not as prickly as me, so probably welcomed the help immediately."

Galen nodded. "Don't beat yourself up over it too much. There's a reason officers start out just commanding a lance. You've proven you can train, organize, strategize, and fight. You can give a decent speech too. You're already ahead of the ballgame more than you might realize. But mistakes will happen, and as your XO, I'm going to be in your ear reminding you of them. That's my job, and I appreciate you letting me do it."

Victor stretched, then pulled up a document to begin drafting the letters. He owed it to his unit, and he owed it to their families. With each one he completed, the drive to throw back the invaders and avenge the losses grew stronger in his chest.

Tharkad City, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
May 10th​ 3050


Nondi Steiner downed another antacid, then rubbed the back of her neck, trying to ease the tight tension in her muscles. At sixty-nine, she felt every year. Since the Clan invasion, it seemed like every ache she'd accumulated had multiplied. But Nondi wouldn't give in to age, infirmity, or anything else. Her people were under attack, and she would deal with it.

But with what?

JumpShips had been shifted to help bring Isle of Skye units to the front on Hanse's orders. They weren't bad orders – Nondi would have almost certainly done the same – but the additional JumpShips called in to hasten the process had stripped her of nearly all tactical flexibility. She needed to keep some JumpShips in reserve in case a rapid redeployment of elite units was required. Who knew if the Draconis Combine or the Free Worlds League would strike while brave Lyrans died fighting the Clans?

The Archon had said a plan was being formed and that Morgan Hasek-Davion would be coordinating efforts on Sudeten when he arrived. How that enraged her— the thought of one of the most Davion of Davions deciding which Lyran worlds would be well-defended and which would be left to fend for themselves was a grave insult. He didn't know their history, he didn't know their people— he was a stranger to them.

Her next meeting was at hand when Marshal Robert Bryant and Hauptmann General Abigail Burne-Jones entered her office. They oversaw Wotan command but spent most of their time on Tharkad. Bryant had a rather sparse military career, but had powerful patrons and a strong reputation within Lyran State Command. Abigail had risen through the ranks after graduating from the Nagelring and had a sharp mind for logistics.

Bryant saluted. "General, it's good to see you again."

Nondi smiled at the use of her prior rank, before the accursed union of the two militaries. Being a fierce Steiner loyalist, Bryant too longed for the old days.

"It's always good to see you, Robert, but sadly, these are not good times for any of us. Wotan command seems to be all but shattered."

"Three worlds still stand, and we are making things extraordinarily difficult for Winfield and Here, for the invaders," Bryant replied smoothly.

"God grant Frederic's soul some rest. His loss is felt quite heavily," Nondi sighed. Hauptmann General Frederic Anderson had been in charge of the 8th Arcturan Guard RCT and the highest-ranking officer physically within the Wotan Command region. A fine leader, and the invaders had butchered him like he was yesterday's garbage.

"Amen," the two other officers said, their voices solemn.

"Will those three worlds hold if the invaders come?" Nondi asked pointedly after a brief moment of silence.

"Somerset cannot. Apollo has the Grave Walkers and the Apollo Militia, but if a whole RCT cannot hold, what hope do they have? Wotan is heavily defended. Cabrillo has combat experience from '39 and knows what he's about. It's defended by the Wotan Tamar March Militia, which is less powerful than our RCTs, but he does have reinforcements. The 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Regiments of the 12th Star Guards, those who made it off the planets that fell, have arrived. They amount to less than a single regiment, but they have faced the enemy and survived. That must count for something."

Abigail chimed in as well. "Princess Katherine also brings what's left of her NAIS Artillery Battalion and the remnants of the Third Icar Armored Brigade. All combined, we think they can hold, but reinforcements would be ideal."

Nondi sighed. That was the problem – what could she send, and how quickly?

"I can't pull any troops from worlds within one jump of the enemy. We only have local militia units on Beta VII and Malibu. They've pushed all the way into Trell, leaving several worlds within just one jump. Looking further out, places like Waldorff don't even have that."

Bryant frowned. "Perhaps some elements of the 41st Avalon Hussars RCT? They're stationed on Planting, but if they transit to Seiduts, then on to Twycross, Butler, Derf, and finally Wotan, they could arrive before the end of June."

Nondi shook her head. "That's a border unit, and given how fast the Free Rasalhague Republic is falling apart, they'll be needed to defend Planting."

"Surely there's something we can do. We can't just let my whole region fall," Bryant said, a slight note of panic in his voice. An idea clearly popped into his head as he leaned forward suddenly.

"We must hold Wotan. Princess Katherine is on the world, surely, we can spare something to keep her safe."

"She will be evacuated if Wotan is attacked. She will not be risked again. She is our future. She's young yet, still inexperienced, but she does have some ideas on how to defend Wotan. Katherine believes Leftenant General Cabrillo is not keeping an open mind about attempting to beat the invaders at their own game."

Nondi had her own reservations about Katherine's strategy. She didn't trust the enemy to honor any agreements, so why should they plan their strategies around it? Still, Nondi wanted those responsible for Wotan Command to review the idea and give it a fair shake.

Bryant shook his head. "If you order it, General, we'll try it, but I think it would be a mistake. Revealing our hand and what units we have would be foolhardy." Abigail hesitated for a long moment. She looked at her CO and then at Nondi.

"We can't know if it will work until it's tried. We haven't had any victories. Perhaps it should be attempted?"

Bryant chuckled. "We haven't tried painting our 'Mechs in neon colors as a distraction, either. We can't know if it will work until it's tried, yes?" His tone was mostly jovial, but there was an undercurrent of disdain.

Abigail flushed. "You're right, sir. Just an idle thought."

"I trust your judgment, Robert. There's something else she suggested. She has more artillery officers than pieces and has requested reinforcements with the new Spitfire Cannons. In her field-testing report, she mentioned that they're simple to operate and that, as long as a senior artillery officer is overseeing them, she believes motorized infantry can be quickly trained to use them. We do have extra battalions of the new pieces rolling off the line. I can send a battalion's worth stacked in a single Union DropShip. It won't do much, but while she's on planet, she could have her artillery companies train one of Wotan's TMM infantry regiments in their use."

Bryant let a flash of annoyance cross his face, but it quickly disappeared. "We'll take any help we can get, General."

I know you wanted more, but I don't have it. However I can appease Katherine.

After dismissing the two high-ranking officers, Nondi reviewed the message from Katherine sent via ComStar. It was Katherine's request to use her Research Battalion's experience to train more units in the use of the Spitfire Cannon. With Nondi's approval, she would start with the March Militia and potentially move on from there.

Katherine had also requested Aerospace support, noting that when she was on Icar, it had been used against her. The only reason her command hadn't suffered far worse was the foolishness of the enemy commander.

With the Spitfire Cannon being so light and easy to transport, they could fit thirty-six of them into a single Union. And that included a generous helping of ammo, replacement parts, and space for a pair of VTOLs that TharHes Industries recommended for use in spotting. Based on normal artillery standards, that was a battalion, though according to the Spitfire Cannon's specifications, it should really be sixteen per company to maintain the same firepower. Nondi had decided to deploy them at twelve per battery, saving the difference for more worthwhile pursuits while keeping the artillery numbers the same in their RCTs and March Militias.

We'll call it two companies for the sake of getting her more.

Along with being able to stack thirty-six Spitfire Cannons in one Union, there were still Aerospace bays available for two fighters. Nondi intended to send three Union DropShips, giving Katherine a full squadron of six fighters. Those six fighters would be commanded by a Hauptmann from the 2nd Royal Guards RCT. The odds of any strike on Tharkad were near zero, and six Aerospace assets wouldn't change the course of a battle so large if the unthinkable were to happen. Nondi was providing Katherine with the best protection possible in the unlikely event she was forced into a fight.

Looking at the proposed unit roster, Nondi was pleased. The 1st NAIS Research Battalion would now be expanded to two battalions. In essence, she would have one 'Mech company, one armored company, one aerospace-equivalent company, and four companies of artillery based on her existing artillery and the new Spitfire Cannons. The additional thirty-six Spitfire Cannons would remain on Wotan when Katherine eventually left, forming a second artillery battalion for the March Militia stationed there.

Assuming the Clans give us time.

That still left one Union DropShip for additional support. But now that Nondi was thinking about it, she could replace that with an Intruder-class DropShip that could also carry two Aerospace fighters. Having that in the 1st​ NAIS Research Battle Group would give Katherine access to a powerful DropShip, one that had more weaponry on its hulls than a Union. It also had a state-of-the-art medical bay including a trauma surgery unit in the event something truly awful happened.

Nondi personally was not a fan of the DropShip because it couldn't carry 'Mechs, however Katherine's unit had suffered casualties and the cargo bay could carry 850 tons.

More than enough for a few tank and Thumper replacements as well as some other miscellaneous restock requests she wished for. I'll even send her a company of infantry for additional security. The after-action report indicated some of these armored infantry soldiers breeched the base perimeter and caused a lot of casualties.

Normally, it would be a three-month journey, but Nondi had some excess capacity and could create an abridged Command Circuit for a formation of three dropships, enough of the common Invader JumpShip with its 3 docking collars were already near enough in position to arrange several partial chains. It would save only four systems of recharge time, but that would bring the additional reinforcements to Wotan by late July. With Katherine leading two battalions, Nondi decided to resurrect the Hauptmann-Kommandant rank.

It should never have been removed.

When the AFFC had been formed, certain ranks were deemed unnecessary. Nondi felt a bit of glee at the spiteful gesture. Once the rank was approved and announced through the media and the AFFC military communications, what could Hanse and Morgan do? Demote the Archon's daughter?

The rank Nondi was giving Katherine was the one the Lyran Commonwealth bestowed upon the senior-most battalion commander in a regiment. It allowed for clear delineation of who should take command if both the CO and XO of a regiment fell in battle. It also placed Katherine above her brother in rank, something that pleased Nondi immensely.

It was time for another meeting, this one with Marshal Herbert Chandrasekar and his second, Hauptmann General James Cherenkov, who oversaw Twycross Command, the six-world region adjacent to Wotan Command. James had been a delight at last year's charity gala, but this would not be a warm conversation. They had lost Chateau and Trell, and would no doubt be hounding her for reinforcements she didn't have.

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Chapter 14

Kirkeøy Continent, Wotan
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
May 12th 3050


Patricia Ainsworth had handed over Oston to the LIC side of FCIS, specifically to Loki agents. There was wary respect between the two groups, now under one umbrella organization. Oston would not be in for a pleasant time. She knew that torture was possibly one of the tactics they would use, but certainly not the only one. One of their favored tactics was questioning under a memory blocker. They would ask questions, steer the conversation, and look for ways to phrase things to get the subject to speak. When it failed, they would simply try again in a few hours, the prisoner never knowing he had already gone through the same thing. They asked the same set of questions but would detour once they reached the uncooperative stage, trying a different approach.

She didn't envy the man's fate, but she also couldn't find any pity in her heart for him. He had invaded her nation and tried to kill her charge. She had wondered if Katherine would object to him being handed off; Ainsworth feared she would try to do something foolish, like letting him become a Warrior again.

I needn't have worried; she held their culture and mindset in contempt. Her view was that the Clan invasion was an existential threat, and without more knowledge of the enemy, we would be fighting blind.

Today, she would once again be using the Elemental armor. It was a marvel of technology, and she enjoyed being within its confines. With it, she could lift 500 kilograms over her head, and the immense pressure of the claw on one side of the suit could rip off armored plating from 'Mechs. She could run faster and jump twice as high, even before using the suit's jump jets.

She also knew that her vitals were connected to the suit, allowing it to administer clotting agents and pain relievers when it detected wounds. This particular suit had a laser attachment, while some of the others had machine guns instead. The SRM launcher was not currently attached, and only a few suits still had working ones.

Ainsworth would be testing the suit's jump capabilities as well as conducting target practice. She moved with fluidity, and aside from a tree branch collapsing under her total weight, there were no issues.

Now the question is… do I push to accompany Ice into battle? The rule for FCIS protective details covering MechWarrior VIPs is that we don't have a place on that kind of battlefield. We watch for physical threats in the 99% of their lives when they aren't in 'Mechs. But should that change? We aren't nearly as fast as 'Mechs moving at full speed, so we could get left behind, but the desire to protect her 100% of the time compels me to join her on the battlefield.

With the casualties Leftenant Rogers had suffered, they had enough Elemental suits for thirteen soldiers to be fully effective, not counting the SRM launchers. Gustav would probably decline a suit since he couldn't use one while fulfilling his role as Overwatch.

"My team will take this one and two more to arm all of us, except for Gustav, which will leave ten for Rogers' group. Since they handle more of the perimeter defense, they could make good use of them."

Her accuracy with the arm laser needed improvement, but that would come with time. When not on active duty protecting Katherine, she would practice with the suit. As she acknowledged that to herself, she realized she had made her decision. She would push to be present on the battlefield with Katherine, serving as another layer of defense against threats to the princess's life.

I will always do my duty, but this one is different. In her, I can see the strength of the Fox made manifest. I will die before I let her fall.

Kirkeøy Continent, Wotan
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
June 1st 3050


I was appreciative of what my great-aunt was doing, but I was also frustrated. Her announcement of my promotion made it clear she was playing games, likely out of frustration with Morgan Hasek-Davion encroaching on her domain. The merging of the two militaries had led to some… odd changes in the rank structure. The rank of Hauptmann-Kommandant had been removed, which had displeased some in the Lyran State Command. This little tit-for-tat between Nondi and Morgan was something I had no desire to get caught up in.

On the plus side, I was getting even more than I had hoped for. I'd be receiving thirty-six new Spitfire Cannons for myself and would be responsible for training with the other thirty-six. I would also be getting six aerospace fighters, an additional JumpShip, and extra DropShips assigned to my unit. On top of that, I'd have the authority to promote one of my Hauptmanns to Kommandant. It was too early for Christmas!

Hauptmann Fischer had my additional artillery officers from the Icar Armored Brigade. Now, we just needed to wait for the artillery pieces to arrive, which would take a while and was the fly in my ointment. Based on my conversations with Oston and what I had observed, I didn't think the Clans would be slow in their conquest. I hoped Wotan wouldn't be targeted next, but it was a very real possibility. In the interim, even without their equipment being here, they could still be cross-trained on the Spitfire Cannons we still had left.

However, Sven had done more than just bring the artillery officers on board – nearly 90% of the tank and support crews wanted to join as well. I now had nearly an entire additional battalion of armor wishing to join my command. A Hauptmann-Kommandant wasn't supposed to command a regiment!

If I overstacked my companies and assigned five per battalion, could I get away with just two battalions and avoid having a regimental commander looking over my shoulder? My TOE was going to look ridiculous, and the amount of supplies I could requisition was based on my command size – just like my budget… Ugh. More headaches!

I was seventeen. It was one thing to be a Kommandant, but quite another to be a Leftenant-General.

Why the hell did they even do away with the Colonel and Leftenant Colonel ranks again? Honestly, Morgan had only just taken over as Marshal of the Armies. With Nondi making her play, maybe I could talk to him about adjusting the rank structure to something more rational. But even then, being seventeen and a Colonel was just as ridiculous. I'm sure no one in the AFFC wanted to see that.

My worries about my unit structure were quickly forgotten as enemy JumpShips arrived in-system. Leftenant General Cabrillo had not taken my advice and did not respond to the batchall in the Clan fashion. Based on the number of DropShips, we were looking at a significantly larger force than what had attacked Icar.

My soldiers were already up and preparing as soon as word was announced. I had my own unit, which wasn't at full strength – just over two companies of the 12th Regiment, most of which were repaired – and a battalion of armor. The Wotan Tamar March Militia had an infantry regiment and an armored battalion stationed on Kirkeøy as well. While on the main continent and centered around the capital, they had a 'Mech regiment, a vehicle regiment, four additional infantry regiments, and their Aerospace assets.

As the highest-ranking 'Mech commander, the defense would fall to me; however, it looked as though I would be evacuated. I was in communication with the Leftenant General, who advised me that a Union and a Leopard would be escorted to my position to pick me up.

"Sir, that won't be enough to take all my units. I brought DropShips with me, and…"

"Hauptmann-Kommandant, I will need those assets to help defend this world. Everything you can fit on those two DropShips; you can take with you."

"But sir…"

"I do not have time; they will be there within five hours."

Bastard.

The capital city of Borealtown had the only spaceport on the planet. My DropShips had unloaded my units here on Kirkeøy, but they had then gone to the other continent to refuel and perform regular maintenance.

Like on Icar, the enemy – identified this time as Jade Falcons – had appeared at the Pirate Point and were coming in hot. The DropShips sent to pick me up would have gotten here in time… had they not been destroyed by enemy aerospace fighters an hour out from the 'Mech repair facility.

Damn you Being X!

Sensors were relaying information on what was dropping on this continent: two Overlord-class DropShips, though they massed larger than standard Overlords.

If a normal Overlord can carry thirty-six – let's call it forty – I could be looking at eighty 'Mechs or 'Mech equivalents. That would smash us like a bug. We have a defensive position and are dug in with artillery, but their 'Mechs are just too fast, too armored, too heat-efficient, and too strong. And they have aerospace support.

Cabrillo was back on the line. "Princess, I don't think we can afford to send another DropShip until battle has joined and their aerospace fighters are distracted. Try to slow down the enemy and retreat if you have to. I will not have you fall on this world."

"Sir, I'm going to attempt to contact the enemy commander when they enter the field. If I can narrow the amount of force used, I believe I can win. If nothing else, it will buy us some time."

"Fine, try to slow them down with negotiations, but do not risk yourself. I have orders from High Command that this world's top priority is to keep you safe."

Normally, this would be music to my ears, but I couldn't trust anyone else to fight this battle—if I could get the limited battle I desired.

"Understood. Good luck out there."

The communication link cut off, and I hoped that what Oston had shared with me would help. It was our only hope.

Why had they sent so much to this world? The March Militia represented a stronger force than what was on Icar, but not by that much. From the battle reports on other worlds, they hadn't used nearly as much when fighting full-blown RCTs! This must be the work of Being X.

Kirkeøy Continent, Wotan
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
June 2nd 3050


Star Colonel Diane Anu was surprised to receive a communication from the enemy commander regarding the facility she had been assigned to capture.

"I am Hauptmann-Kommandant Katherine Steiner-Davion. My commanding officer has refused the batchall for this world. However, I would be honored to accept a batchall for this 'Mech facility, the surrounding industries, and the entirety of this continent. It would be wasteful to risk damaging what you have come to claim."

Interesting. She knows of our ways.

Star Captain Nedra spoke in their command channel, "This is the daughter of the ruler of the Lyran Commonwealth. This is one of the prime targets. If we can take her alive, it will bring us much honor after the Falcon Guards failed to capture her brother."

Diane looked forward to the honor of a proper fight – not that they expected to get one – but the chance now existed.

"Very well, I am Star Colonel Diane Anu, proud commander of the 5th Battle Cluster. I am Jade Falcon and claim this continent for my own. What forces do you dare defend it with?"

"Thank you, Star Colonel. My answer depends, for my forces are still in disrepair. I would prefer to defend with a small force of BattleMechs only, as I have learned that your people find artillery shameful. I have eight BattleMechs repaired and battle-ready, weighing a total of 375 tons together. If you would consent to having a smaller-scale conflict, this will guarantee the infrastructure we are fighting for will be undamaged."

Amused, Diane considered the request. Her warriors would be upset at not being able to fight this day, but the call to honorable combat compelled her to accept.

"I will agree to use an appropriate force and not the full might of my Cluster."

"Excellent, and as this is a Trial of Possession, I would demand something of equal value for my victory. For if I were to lose, you would have this continent nearly completely unscathed. My own soldiers will lay down their arms and may claim their 'Mechs, armored vehicles, and support equipment as Isorla."

Curious but on guard, Diane mulled it over. "What are you requesting as your prize?"

"Three things, Star Colonel. Considering the 'Mechs, armored vehicles, and artillery you would claim as your prize, I would expect equal value. I am led to believe every 'Mech of yours is equal to two of mine in battle, and that you rate armored vehicles at half that. Based on that ratio, I would like at least two companies of frontline 'Mechs or five Stars' worth. You may substitute one Star of 'Mechs for Elemental suits."

Diane scoffed, but the enemy commander continued.

"The second thing that I would ask is that, in exchange for the 'Mech repair facility you might win, I and all the units who serve or are allied with me on this world be allowed to leave without interference within a week's time at our discretion. I wish to be honest with you, Star Colonel; I do not believe my commanding officer can beat your forces at the capital."

Ridiculous.

"And finally, I would request ten of the Tech Caste who currently work on the 'Mechs I intend to win be given to me as bondsmen. This is in exchange for the industry in the surrounding area that will not be damaged thanks to our smaller battle. What say you, Star Colonel?"

"Your requests border on insulting. You are ignorant, but at least you are trying to be better than others of your ilk." Her tone was condescending, but she also spoke the truth. The Inner Sphere barbarians attempting to follow the Honor Road was worthy.

"It is my understanding that the batchall process is a matter of negotiation, quiaff?"

Shock struck her. "Aff," came her immediate, almost instinctual response.

"Then what is your counteroffer? I am reasonable. If you win, you have the whole of my command and have taken territory that has value for your continued conquest. This facility will be damaged or destroyed in a conventional battle. Artillery will shamefully rain down on your heads, and while you may still prove victorious, there will be losses, and that abhorrent waste should be beneath the both of us."

That was true; the Clans hated waste. And the thought of a warrior dying to shells fired from kilometers away twisted her stomach.

"You may have one 'Mech, one of our Tech Caste, and I will allow any of your eight participants in the Trial of Possession safe passage, should you win."

Silence from the other end of the line. "You will have to do better than that, Star Colonel. I am giving you the opportunity to fight a full and proper batchall-based Trial of Possession with an Inner Sphere unit. This may be the very first of its kind; perhaps this historic occasion may be worthy enough to be given lines in the Remembrance."

How does she know about that?

"How do you know about the Remembrance?"

"Agree to my terms and I will tell you immediately," she replied.

That was tempting.

"No, for one, I cannot grant passage to those fighting at the capital. That is not under my purview; only this continent is. For two, you ask for far too much. I will be willing to grant you one Star of 'Mechs and one Tech and allow the defenders of this continent to leave should you win."

More silence. Diane wondered if she was speaking it over with someone else. Based on the ComStar report, she was very young for her command. Like a freshly made warrior who won their Trial of Position by slaying three foes, only the Spheroids did not have proper trials, so it was not the same.

"It is my understanding that you will bid for the right to fight this Trial after I have sent over the information on who will be defending. My final bid in this negotiation, Star Colonel Diane Anu: give me a pristine copy of each 'Mech you use in the battle and five additional Elemental suits. Provide me two members of your Tech Caste as bondmen, one of which must be an experienced and skilled one. I will consent to only having those defenders on this continent be given safe passage, but I must insist on the use of any and all DropShips that are currently at the spaceport to be used as my transport. In exchange, I will reveal the source of my information, and I will fight honorably under the rules of Zellbrigen. We will not focus our fire on one target; instead, it will be a proper series of one-on-one duels. Any extra combatants will wait their turn. Here, I am sending you my unit information now. What say you?"

Nedra laughed. "She bargains well. We should accept and put the cutdown at no less than four points to ensure success."

Diane hesitated. This was within her rights as a Star Colonel and trusted member of the Galaxy. Losing was such a far-fetched possibility, there seemed little reason not to accept. She read through the data.

Not as complete as what we use in the Clans, but there is interesting information. Half her pilots are recently made warriors with only one lost battle to their name. She included her class ranking, but this information means nothing to me. The other, more seasoned warriors have few battles in their record – mostly just fights against pirates and bandits, tasks unworthy of frontline warriors. Katherine wishes to fight in the Trial herself; I will honor this, but I will make sure this battle is won.

"Agreed, Katherine Steiner-Davion. I will send you the history of the unit you will fight once we have concluded the bidding. Where will the battle take place?"

"Ten kilometers to the north. I will set out once I have your participants' information. As for how I know about your ways? Do you think my father does not have an intelligence apparatus that has infiltrated ComStar? Between our infiltrators and the capture of warriors from other Clans, we have learned much of your people. I leave you to your bidding. Bargained well and done."

"Bargained well and done," came her automatic reply.

If she lost here this would be a horrendous blow.

I can take no chances.

"There will be no bidding. I intend to take my Command Star and deal with this personally," she told her Cluster.

"Neg!" Star Captain Nedra objected. "You would deny us the chance for honor, and you would deny yourself the same. The most elite Star in the Cluster against this rabble? Every member of this Clan is better than two of theirs. By weight or numbers, you are making a mockery of this!"

Diane grew angry over those words. "Do you want to meet in the Circle of Equals over this, Star Captain? Her capture was made a priority by the Khan himself. Letting so many of them flee will disgrace me. I refuse to put my position at risk because a too-bold bid leads us to failure."

Diane knew Nedra would back down. The leader of Trinary Alpha was good, but not as good as she was.

"I have made my objection known. When you handily obliterate these Spheroids, I doubt there will be any lines in the Remembrance over this massacre," Nedra replied sullenly.

Kirkeøy Continent, Wotan
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
June 2nd​ 3050


It was a testament to my relationship with Patricia that she didn't try to dissuade me from taking part in the battle. I knew she would have preferred that I sit it out and let other MechWarriors handle it, but this was too critical.

Careful thought had gone into choosing who would fight alongside me. I would be piloting the Gargoyle, and its weaponry was impressive. Two Extended Range PPCs were backed by a large pulse laser. All three weapons had incredible long-range punch and were terrifyingly powerful. Leftenant Roth would be piloting the other salvaged 'Mech, the Timber Wolf. Both machines would allow us to fight on even footing with our opponents.

When considering my strategy, Leftenant LeBeau would be piloting his Wolfhound. The two other pilots best suited for this fight were Hauptmann Able Daniels from the 12th Star Guards, piloting a Shadow Hawk, and Leftenant Hope Rivera, also from the same regiment. They piloted the heaviest fully functional mediums left in the Star Guards. I was hopeful that if the enemy used a full Star, they would be in lighter 'Mechs. Given Oston's statements on how the Clans believed they were literally twice as good as us, I gave it good odds we would only face 200 tons or less.

Based on that ratio, I didn't add more medium 'Mechs to my force but instead selected additional light 'Mechs. Leftenant Roth's Wolfhound, borrowed by one of our better pilots, along with a Commando and a Stinger. If we faced five 'Mechs, the three lightest pilots would hold back until one of my own went down. I suspected that was most likely to happen with our mercenary allies, as they hadn't been trained by me, and the Centurion and Shadow Hawk were far inferior to Clan-designed 'Mechs. When one fell, we would send in the Wolfhound, then the Commando, and finally the Stinger.

Hopefully, I can deal with my foe before anyone on my side goes down. If my tonnage estimates are correct, I should be able to defeat a 50-ton or 40-ton 'Mech without much trouble. If they decide to go heavier, fielding something like two 80-ton 'Mechs and a 40-ton one, we'll have five alternates, but they will give Aiko and me some trouble.

"Remember, people, under no circumstances are you to fire on anyone you aren't dueling. Hail the enemy 'Mech in descending order of tonnage. If things get heated, remember that you can eject – it doesn't mean we'll lose. I want all of you alive by the end of this!"

"Yes, Kommandant!"

A private comm came in from Aiko.

"That goes for you too, Katherine."

"Of course," I replied.

The world was rather arid and just a bit under standard Earth—Terra—gravity. It was also slightly warmer, but the continent we were on had a more temperate climate. The terrain I had selected lay in a valley amid otherwise rocky surroundings. Grass grew here, and the idyllic valley would almost certainly be transformed by the time we were done with it.

I had been keeping track of the broader battle, and it was not looking good. The amount of Aerospace support the enemy had was troubling – it dwarfed what the Wotan TMM had on hand. The number of 'Mechs they had dropped on the main continent was staggering. Nearly two regiments of 'Mechs was overkill. Had there been no bidding at all?

The remnants of the 12th Star Guards' 1st and 2nd regiments were conducting a series of harassment efforts that slowed the enemy, but I couldn't see it amounting to much. Their inexorable advance on Borealtown would be completed in short order.

As we neared the site of our Trial of Possession battle, I spotted a DropShip approaching, and a nervous tickle crept into my mind. What if Oston had been feeding us a load of crap? What if they were about to disgorge an entire company of 'Mechs from that vessel?

I breathed a sigh of relief as five 'Mechs stepped out, their pilots soon opening their cockpits and disembarking with the aid of ladders. Then five more emerged, and I carefully counted their number and size.

Damn, this is not a two-on-one fight. According to the onboard computer's information, we're facing a full Star, not half our tonnage. I do appreciate that their onboard computer system lets me see Clan designations for each 'Mech, along with their standard loadouts.

I did some quick math: 70-tons for the Summoner, 65-tons for the Hellbringer, 45-tons for the Ice Ferret, and 30-tons each for the Kit Foxes. My original plan had me facing off against the Summoner, whom I out-massed by ten tons. Aiko had a similar advantage, but her movement would be impaired due to our only partially successful regrafting of an alternative set of legs.

My real worries were for the other fights. The Ice Ferret weighed less but probably had more firepower, armor, and speed than the Shadow Hawk. The Kit Fox might make for an even fight against the Centurion, but I doubted it. I trusted Gregory against the other Kit Fox. The enemy light 'Mech would have higher levels of tech, but Gregory had five tons over it, and I had personally trained him. The ratio was more 3-2 than 2-1. Would the ratio have been lower if I hadn't bargained so hard? This was something to think about for future battles – if I had future battles.

My comms chirped, and a connection was made with my opponent.

"I congratulate you on your cleverness. Using our own 'Mechs will give you needed strength. It will not help in the end. It is not just our technology that allows us to surpass you. I hope you survive this battle, Katherine, for you will make for a clever bondswoman."

I hated having to fight. I truly hated it; war was such a monstrous waste of human resources. Despite my unequivocal contempt for it, I couldn't help but grin as adrenaline flowed through my body. A giddy surge of excitement that made my hands twitch with eagerness was just my desire to see a well-laid plan executed.

Davion Heavy Guards HQ, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
June 2nd 3050


Wendy and Kai had been married earlier in the year, and it had been the happiest day of her life. Some had suggested they wait until they were older, but Wendy knew what she wanted. It was Kai—sweet, humble, and brilliant Kai. His fears were still there, but she had steadily chipped away at them. She had been so proud when he had asked Marshal Adelmana, the commander of the Davion Heavy Guards, to pilot his father's 'Mech. He had been declined, but he had been bold in the asking and had accepted it. He was in the Davion Heavy Guards, and he would pilot his brand-new Caesar next to her own.

She and Kai were some of the very best marksmen in a 'Mech in the whole regiment. The powerful Gauss Rifle and ER PPC gave the Caesar an incredible punch at range. The four medium pulse lasers were there for when the enemy got close. She loved her new 'Mech, though Kai had said their mutual friend, Princess Katherine, had sniffed her nose at the choice of medium pulse lasers by the designers.

Kai had been pinged to take a message and he returned to the room looking grim.

"Is everything ok?"

"My father informed me that Golandrinas and Derf were hit. Based on their analysis of the invader's movement, they will almost certainly be striking Wotan. When he sent an Alpha Priority message to warn the commander there, there was no response, and it's been over six hours. It can only mean the Clans are attacking, and Katherine is on that world."

Wendy's heart went out to her husband. Kai had a good relationship with his family and, of course, with her, but he had few close friends. Victor and Katherine were it. Though a few members of the Heavy Guards were warming up to him, it wasn't anything like with Victor and Katherine.

She hugged him; his compact and lean muscles could be felt under his casual wear. His own embrace was tighter than normal, and they held the position for a long time.

"I feel guilty that I'm not out there with them. Victor and Katherine are fighting the deadliest of opponents, and I am here, safe and sound."

"That is just the luck of the draw. No one knew the Lyran Commonwealth would be attacked this way. Didn't you tell me that Victor was angry for a week over being deployed so far from any likely trouble?"

A ghost of a smile appeared on his face. "Yes, he needed an outlet, and his message to me shared just how frustrated he was with his parents over it."

She nodded and gave him a kiss. "Katherine survived them once, and now she's prepared. You know how dangerous a prepared Katherine is, right?"

Kai's head bobbed in agreement. "She's formidable, I'll give you that. Both are, but she's going up against foes with vastly superior technology. Nothing bothers my father; he's a rock! And yet I can feel the stress radiate from him, and I've seen the bags under his eyes. This is something different."

Wendy didn't have the words to ease his worries, so she chose a path that she bet her former roommate would approve of.

"It sounds like our previous best won't be enough. Is that what I am hearing you say, Kai?"

"I don't want to be defeatist, but yes."

"Well, then the solution is to get better. Get your father to give you detailed specs of the enemy 'Mechs and let's get some of the simulator programmers to outfit these Clan 'Mechs. We can take turns being them versus our Caesar. If your father is right about the threat they are, we will one day need to fight them. Either at Victor and Katherine's side, or to avenge them. Either way, we have a duty to improve."

Kai's head shot up. "You're right. Here I am moping when I should be preparing."

They embraced again, and Wendy felt that familiar comforting warmth in her heart radiate outward. Her husband needed someone to help him channel his thoughts and concerns productively. She was more than happy to help him do that and find his peace.

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Chapter 15

Kirkeøy Continent, Wotan
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
June 2nd 3050

Star Colonel Diane Anu was glad she had used her right as commander of the operation to cut short the bidding. Her opponent knew her way around bidding. Re-listening to the recording made her realize just how much she had been giving up. The clever freebirth had been bargaining for the use of all the DropShips in Borealtown to be used as her transport. Not all that were needed, but all. Khan Elias Crichell was on the planet, and if she lost… it would be the end of her career as a frontline warrior. Regulated to Solahma duty, despite her Bloodname and rank. She ticked off what she was providing her enemy in the unlikely event of her defeat.

Safe passage for a priority target.

Safe passage for all the 'Mechs, vehicles, artillery, and infantry on this continent.

Safe passage for every Inner Sphere DropShip on the planet.

Five OmniMechs and five Elemental suits.

Two members of the Tech Caste who know our technology.

She had played the conversation again and saw how well she had been maneuvered. Now, she saw that she would be facing two OmniMechs, though one looked like some abomination out of a Science Caste's nightmares. That one would not be able to maneuver as well. The formidable power of the Timber Wolf did not require any specific range. It was deadly at all of them.

Her confidence was undeterred. She was designed to be the perfect warrior. Her lineage had been carefully crafted and selected. She had proven her genetics worthy and earned a Bloodname. She could not lose to this freebirth.

Challenges were sent and it was she who would face Katherine Steiner-Davion.

As it should be. The Jade Falcon does not seek lesser prey.

Her Summoner was equipped for a ranged battle, and in this valley, there was no cover to be had. Armed with an ER PPC, LB 10-X Autocannon, and an LRM-15, this loadout could do significant damage at range. Her opponent was piloting one of the energy-heavy variants of the Gargoyle. It had two ER PPCs, one large pulse laser, an ER medium laser, a medium pulse laser, and an ER small laser. The battle's outcome would come down to the accuracy of the MechWarrior.

The two 'Mechs closed, and Diane waited for the icon to flash golden-green, indicating that her ER PPC was in range. The enemy pilot struck first, and both ER PPCs shot out azure streaks, torching the torsos of her 'Mech. She quickly responded with her own ER PPC and scored a hit.

Even a two-meter greater distance and her particle projectile cannons would have fallen short of doing even moderate damage.

It frustrated her that 'first blood' had gone to the Spheroid. Her LRM-15s achieved target lock and swarmed across the distance at long-range. The enemy 'Mech ate up the ground at the fastest speed the Gargoyle could go, moving with uncanny grace.

The last time I saw a MechWarrior move so gracefully was when Khan Ulric Kerensky of the Wolves defeated and killed both Khans of the Ghost Bears in the Trial of Refusal.

Her flesh prickled with goosebumps as the Gargoyle ducked its torso down as if bowing in mid-run. The unorthodox move was nearly impossible to pull off at a full run, especially with an assault 'Mech's weight. Despite her foe's grace, she half-expected to see the 'Mech fall, face down to the ground. Instead, the missiles just peppered its body and she continued. Diane saw how two missiles that should have struck, had the 'Mech been properly upright, missed.

Who would take such a risk to prevent such paltry damage to their 'Mech?

As they continued to close, they exchanged large pulse laser fire, and Diane took savage satisfaction in seeing her opponent's armor bleed down the 'Mech's leg. Her own 'Mech took damage across its center. Getting into close range quickly would not serve her, so shifted to moving her 'Mech perpendicular to Katherine's advance. The target for her autocannon flashed in range, and she sent the depleted uranium rounds into the Gargoyle's arm.

Diane briefly glanced at one of the other duels and saw the Ice Ferret stripping away her opponent's armor with ease. Only minor damage marred the OmniMech in return. She did not have time to take in the full battle, but it appeared as if the Spheroids were adhering to Zellbrigen.

As her weapons began to cycle back online, her opponent struck with only one ER PPC, tearing apart more armor at the center of her 'Mech.

The freebirth fears to let her 'Mech get too hot. A more talented warrior would know sometimes it is worth it.

Diane fired her own ER PPC, narrowly missing. Cursing, she waited for her LRMs to cycle back online and pressed the trigger upon hearing the confirmation lock. At the exact moment her missiles launched, another blaze of light seared into her 'Mech's torso, exploding several missiles as they left their launchers, setting off even more.

Stravag!

Warning indicators flashed as the Star Colonel realized that all the armor had been stripped from one of her torsos. Was it luck, or had her freebirth opponent perfectly timed the shot, calculating the moment since she had last fired her LRMs?

This cannot be happening!

At least one member of her Star was performing well, the enemy Shadow Hawk piloted had ejected and one of the Spheroid lighter 'Mechs had moved to engage the Ice Ferret. Both the Timber Wolf and the Hellbringer were still locked in combat and she had no time to learn more than that due her own struggles.

She rotated her 'Mech, presenting the less-damaged side, and fired her LB 10-X Autocannon. The rounds struck true, but the tough outer shell of the assault 'Mech remained unbreeched. The Gargoyle continued its advance, and the ER medium laser burned a line through the heart of her 'Mech.

They exchanged ER PPC shots, but her opponent again only fired one. Diane hesitated to fire her LRMs, but no secondary shot came. She pressed the firing button, and the LRMs raced out, scoring hits on the less-damaged side as the enemy Gargoyle twisted its torso, letting the less-damaged arm take the bulk of the hits. Now even closer, the large pulse laser was joined by the medium one, as well as the ER medium laser. All of them scored furrows of destruction throughout her 'Mech's internals.

Gyro hit!

Temporarily out of sync, her 'Mech began to teeter, so she fired her jump jets to keep herself from falling while the system compensated. Her jarring landing was difficult, but her superior piloting ability kept her 'Mech upright – only for the Gargoyle to continue its savage assault on her Summoner. Her 'Mech had been hollowed out, the arms and legs still almost pristine, yet an open cavity existed as a maw at the center of her 'Mech. It had taken a shockingly short amount of time. With one final weapons exchange, the freebirth finished her 'Mech by utterly destroying its center torso. As she ejected from her defeated 'Mech, she realized that her foe had not missed with a single shot.

She landed safely at a distance, the pall of mind-numbing defeat hanging over her like a physical shroud. The odds of her Command Star winning were now near zero, thought at least the enemy Shadow Hawk was down. Now, Katherine would use her only moderately damaged 80-ton 'Mech to utterly dominate. The only hope she saw was if the Hellbringer could bring down the Timber Wolf before it sustained too much damage.

This is no normal freebirth.

Kirkeøy Continent, Wotan
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
June 2nd 3050


"Remember people, under no circumstances are you to fire on anyone you aren't dueling. Hail the enemy 'Mech in descending order of tonnage." The Princess ordered. "If things get hot, remember you can eject and it doesn't mean we'll lose. I want all of you alive by the end of this!"

Aiko flipped a switch on her comms display, setting it to a private channel.

"That goes for you too, Katherine." She told her Princess.

She was, Aiko knew, being too forward for someone in her position. She also knew that her job as an FCIS agent had literally been to become the Princess's friend and confidant. More to the point, Katherine expected this level of candor from Aiko. She needed it from her, at least if anything was to get through the Princess's stubborn skull.

"Of course," Princess Katherine Steiner-Davion replied, as if it was obvious.

You are a genius, a hero, and a darling, Katherine, Aiko thought, running through the rest of her new mech's activation sequence. Flipping switches, tapping buttons, and adjusting controls to just the way she liked them. But you're not fooling me.

You'd bleed yourself dry on this rock for us if we'd let you.

It was almost enough to bring a scoff to her lips.

"If things get hot we can eject?" Aiko repeated as she put in the last commands.

Most importantly, she disabled the auto eject system.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you, Princess." Aiko wore a grim and eager smile. "If these invaders want to claim our silver star, they'll have to pay the price in blood and steel. One way or another."

Around her, the cockpit of the salvaged Mad Cat rumbled to life in agreement.

It didn't take long to follow the Princess to the valley where she'd arranged the battle to take place. Watching the Jade Falcon dropship cruise in unmolested didn't sit right with Aiko, her finely tuned instincts yearned to act with an enemy on the horizon. Yet, iron discipline had ever been her most reliable ally. She was to be the Princess's trusted ally, her "friend".

Aiko would make a poor friend for the Princess if she allowed frayed nerves to get the better of her now.

The comms panel lit up with a request from the Kommandant, and Aiko promptly opened it. "Yes, Princess?"

There was soft breath, almost a sigh, but not quite. "...The Jade Falcon commander has dispatched their order of battle. You shall be engaging their Hellbringer first while I duel their Summoner."

"I understand, Princess," I nodded. "Although I believe I heard a report that your brother wanted to call it a 'Loki'?"

"He…" This time Aiko was sure she heard the Princess sigh, "...Of course he did. The only thing faster than the HPG network, the Rumor Mill."

"Princess?" Aiko wasn't used to hearing Katherine joke around much. Not unless it was incredibly morbid, which…

…Given the current context, I suppose that does track.

"It's nothing," The Princess immediately dismissed it. "Just focus on the task at hand. From what reports I've heard, this 'Loki' is exceptionally well armed, even by Clan standards. If it has any weakness, it is that it is not armored to the same insane degree as its fellow Clan mechs."

"So merely as well armored as any half decent heavy mech built in the Inner Sphere, then?" Aiko replied.

"So the reports say…" Katherine said, her voice thick with doubt. "Nonetheless, much rests on the shoulders of our victory here today, Aiko. I won't say anything inane as 'the entire Commonwealth hangs in the balance', but our efforts here could be vital for the war effort nonetheless. The possibility of getting not only intact clan technology, but the technicians who understand it…"

"I understand, Princess," Aiko nodded.

More than you know, She thought, with no small amount of dry humor. How quick you are to dismiss your own worth in the Federated Commonwealth, Princess. As if we would allow ourselves to lose you to the Clans so easily.

"Very well, Aiko," The Princess said, "Then I believe that's all there is to say. Good Hunting."

"Good Hunting, Princess." Aiko replied.

With that, the line went dead, and Aiko was alone once more. Only the refurbished Clan mech to keep her company. The hum of its powerplant. The booming thumps of each footstep. The whine of countless advanced pieces of machinery powering on and off in perfect synchronicity.

Well… nearly.

The legs still aren't as perfect as I'd like them to be, Aiko frowned as she forced the Mad Cat to walk its way up the lip of the Valley's incline. The patch job was impressive to do even this well, but it was still a patch job all the same.

Even now, the occasional step fought her controls. She could swear there was a faint grinding sound coming over the neurohelmet, along with an itch at the base of her spine that didn't really exist.

None of it was, on its own, an insurmountable obstacle, but they all added up.

And all when I can least afford it.

Aiko had seen how good these Clanners were. Regardless of how little respect she held for the invaders as a society, she had to respect their skill as mechwarriors, which was grudgingly impeccable.

She set her eyes on her opponent's mech in the distance. One heavy mech splitting off from the others and marching her way down the valley. Aiko zoomed in on the Hellbringer with a few taps on the joystick.

There you are… She thought, looking over her foe's loadout.

Two main cannons in the form of a pair of ER PPCs in the arms, a trio of lasers peeking out from the left torso, along with a six pack of SRMs mounted above the right shoulder completed the main weapon systems. The Hellbringer also sported a few other tools, some anti infantry gear, machine guns, an anti-missile system, and…

A full electronic warfare suite, Aiko frowned, noting how her Mad Cat's computer system tagged the Hellbringer with an ECM warning. If I was using a normal Mad Cat, that might be a problem, but this one…

Most of the "Timberwolves", as the Clanners had called them, tended to be loaded with a heavy armament of long range missiles and lasers. The one that the Princess had managed to recover was a different variant, one armed with loadout not too dissimilar from the Hellbringer itself.

Two ERPPCs, three medium pulse lasers, a Streak SRM six, and an ER small laser. Aiko tallied her mech's weapon systems, fingers tapping along the safeties of all their triggers just to remind herself of their placements. It reminded her a lot of a Warhammer, a mech she certainly wasn't unfamiliar with. It helped shape her plan of attack, but on some level she was still flying blind.

I cannot say I truly know the enemy or myself. Hardly the most stable ground to fight on. She frowned, pushing her unfamiliar mech onward, inching ever closer. But, at the very least I can rely on one thing.

Resolve.

"You!" Came the transmission from the clan Hellbringer, "I am Ivanna of Clan Jade Falcon, piloting this lone Hellbringer! I hereby invoke the ritual of zellbrigen and challenge you to a duel of warriors!"

Aiko raised her brow at the odd formality of it. It almost seemed like the more fanciful stories from Japanese and Combine tradition that Katherine was so interested in, but taken to a ludicrous extent.

Still, the Princess thinks we can make use of these, so…

"I am Aiko of the Federated Commonwealth, in the Princess's service of the NAIS training Battalion, piloting this lone Mad Cat." Aiko repeated without passion, "I hereby invoke the ritual of zellbrigen and accept this duel."

"Tch, barbaric, as expected of a spheroid freebirth, but it will do," Ivana practically spat. "In this solemn matter, let no one interfere!"

Then, without another warning, she crossed into range. The instant the crosshairs of her ERPPCs flipped red, a flash of lightning filled the valley floor.

Thunder slammed into her armor with a cacophonous Boom!

The entire frame rattled under the impact, like it'd been struck by the hand of God himself. A single glance at her armor readout reassured her that she wasn't in danger of any immediate breaches, but that one hit alone reaffirmed her assertion that these Clan particle cannons hit much harder than any found in the Inner Sphere.

Nearly two kilometers out and she's already peeling me open. Aiko scowled

"Still," She grunted as she lined up a shot of her own, "That was to be expected…"

The Falcon Hellbringer was moving quickly along the valley floor, eating up the distance between them faster than most heavy mechs in the Inner Sphere. That was part of the problem with dealing with these Clanners. By moving faster, hitting harder, and hitting further, they could choose when and how to fight, and win the fights they wanted.

"But…" Aiko thought, an idea coming to mind.

She pulled her Mad Cat to a stop, giving her the most stable firing platform to take her shot. The Hellbringer was weaving through the grassy hills with skill, doing its best not to give her an easy target.

But she had trained under the Princess, and Katherine was nothing if not exacting in her standards.

Aiko pulled the first trigger.

Boom!

A single blast of lighting lanced out.

The Hellbringer was already stutter stepping backward-

Boom!

Right into her second shot.

The PPC impacts washed over the Hellbringer's torso armor, bathing it in clouds of plasma and molten armor.

The Hellbringer's reply was immediate. Two more particle beams lit up the valley, and crashed into Aiko's arm.

She clicked her tongue, not liking the way the armor layer had already slipped into the yellow.

But in a way, it only aids my plan.

So with that impact, she pushed back on the pedals, and retreated. Her Mad Cat took one shaky step back after another, climbing back over the hill she'd just come from, even as she lined up another shot.

And if I'm lucky… Aiko thought, pulling the crosshairs over the marching form of the Hellbringer, and pulled the trigger.

Twin lances of light speared out from the arms of her mech, thunder cracks echoing down the valley as they slammed into the Hellbringer's central chassis again.

A moment later, the Hellbringer's march turned into a sprint.

They'll take the bait, Aiko grinned.

She knew that she'd never outrun the Clan mech with her mangled legs, but if she could get them to chase her by feigning a retreat, then she could get the Clan warrior to do the hard work of closing the distance for her.

For a while, the two traded shots in that valley.

Volleys of artificially lighting batted back and forth.

Thunder echoed through the valley walls, louder and louder.

Boom

Boom

Boom

Boom

Her Mad Cat's armor wore thinner and thinner with every step. It's salvaged legs getting weaker and weaker, the whine in the joints getting louder and louder. Yet further she pushed it. Further she pushed her feigned retreat. And further the Jade Falcon MechWarrior chased her.

Soon her ER medium lasers entered range at nearly a kilometer out, before any of Aiko's secondary weapons could engage.

Aiko grit her teeth as the damage poured in. Emerald beams matching the lances of lighting started to tear into every last ton of protection her recovered mech could grant her.

Not yet, She thought, keeping an eye on the indicator for the rest of her weapons, crosshairs still sitting in the blue, outside what the battle computer calculated for their engagement range. Soon…

She took another step back, and something snapped.

An indicator on her panel flashed red.

A barrage of missiles slammed into her leg.

There was a horrendous sound of metal shrieking, armor and steel wrenched out of shape.

A faint pain stabbed into the back of her skull through the neurohelmet as the Mad Cat seemed to drop out from under her.

Aiko forced her eyes open, forced her mech to its feet despite the pain. When she checked her status screen, she couldn't help but grimace at the results.

"As if I wasn't already hobbled enough," Aiko scowled, looking at her mech's missing leg.

But, there was good news.

She was in range of the rest of her arsenal now.

With that, Aiko pushed her feet into the pedals, urging her injured mech forward. Out of its limping retreat, out of its feigned weakness. Crippled she may be, now it was time to go on the attack.

Aiko flipped the safety on her missile and launched a salvo of SRMs at the Hellbringer's head. Six short range missiles burst out of their pod over her right shoulder. The clanner's anti-missile system shot down two in flight, but the rest still detonated across the upper torso in a chain of explosion.

The clanner replied by firing her medium lasers, searing beams lashing out across her own ERPPCs.

Aiko mashed the buttons on her own lasers, a strobing fulsade of emerald and red light searing into the Hellbringer's central chest.

The Jade Falcon fired her PPCs, thunderblasts of charged particles smashing into her wounded arms.

Aiko pushed her mech forward, ignoring the climbing heat of the cockpit, and pulled the triggers on her own particle cannons, sending blinding spears of light into the enemy's chest.

"Fall, damn you," She cursed.

With every shot, she drove her mech to limp closer. Either unaware or uncaring of the danger, the Falcon warrior seemed happy to oblige.

Closer they marched, sending volleys of death into each other with every press of the trigger. Aiko tried to cycle her shots, tried to give the heatsinks in her mech time to breathe. Clan technology was an incredible thing, and she knew that any other mech she had piloted would have long overheated and shut down at this point, but even this Mad Cat had its limits. Firing barrage after barrage of ERPPCs, medium pulse lasers, and SRMs was taking its toll, and even with her cooling vest Aiko felt the sweat dripping off her form.

Another blast slammed into her. Ripping into the thinnest part of her armor. Then-

Metal shrieked, her mech howled, another spike of pain stabbed into her head.

Thoom!

The left arm of her mech fell to the ground, severed at the elbow by a lance of lighting. Aiko forced her limping mech back under control as over a dozen tons was ripped off its form in an instant.

Her foe barely had a moment to enjoy the triumph when her return salvo finally gutted the Hellbringer's right torso. An explosion ripped out of the right half of the mech, and for a moment Aiko thought she'd finally ended it with an ammo detonation.

Instead, it just kept walking. Just kept shooting.

Aiko narrowed her gaze, and fired back.

For every shot, the clanner had a reply. Her every weapon a mirror in the clanner's own arsenal, one the Falcon warrior was more familiar with. In a mech she was more familiar with, she might have had a different secret weapon in store, but now? The Falcon Warrior likely knew more about the mech she was piloting than Aiko did herself.

So Aiko had to push on, with indomitable resolve.

For the Princess.

Until a wave of emerald light consumed her vision.

Aiko blinked.

She coughed.

Gagged on something.

Is that blood?

The first thing she felt was pain. Then there was the scent of smoke. Its stench, overwhelming her senses. The taste of copper filling her mouth. She blinked again, wiping her eyes and coughing her lungs clear.

Aiko forced her eyes open, used every scrap of her training and resolve to force awareness and alertness through the haze and pain that hung over her.

What happened?

She looked up.

Up, and out.

And out.

Out through the hole in the cockpit.

Out to where the enemy Hellbringer was standing.

Aiko stomped down on a spike of panic, forcing herself to check her situation in an instant.

She'd taken a shot to the cockpit. One that had rendered her mech in critical condition, but it hadn't technically killed it.

Her head was singing with agony, burning almost as brightly as the cockpit around her, but she ignored it. Nearly every readout on her Mad Cat was an angry red, barely anything was still functional, but she ignored it. Her body ached, she could tell something was broken, and she knew for a fact the only reason her mech hadn't ejected her out of this walking scrap heap already was because she had disabled the auto eject, but she ignored that too.

Because Aiko knew her Princess was counting on her to defeat her enemy, the enemy was still standing before her, and neither Aiko nor her mech was quite dead yet.

And… Aiko thought, eyes narrowed at the Falcon Hellbringer as it turned towards the other fights, she thinks our duel is over.

She thinks I'm dead.

For that, Aiko let out a bitter laugh and took up the joysticks of her mech once more.

"Fool."

She pulled the triggers, and let loose with everything she had left.

The valley lit up with a storm of violence once more. Thunder and lightning, missiles and lasers, shrieking steel and howling armor.

Then, in an instant, it was over.

Her Mad Cat hit its emergency shut down after her final alpha strike had overwhelmed its remaining heat sinks.

And looking out the window to the enemy Hellbringer, Aiko could see it was still standing.

But…through its torso, was a hole.

And Aiko could see the scorched grass of the valley on the other side.

With that, Aiko allowed herself a bloodied grin.

Kirkeøy Continent, Wotan
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
June 2nd 3050


I was elated by my performance against the enemy Summoner, or, as others were calling it, a Thor. I couldn't be sure my trick with the ER PPC would work, but judging by the high skill of my opponent, I thought it likely she would let loose as soon as her LRMs were ready to fire. Even if it had not worked, the result would have remained the same, but now I had more armor than I otherwise would have.

I looked at the rest of the fight in closer detail. I was the second one finished. Unfortunately, the first kill had gone to the Jade Falcons. Hauptmann Able Daniels who had been piloting the Shadow Hawk had ejected. Fortunately, it looked as if his ejection seat was well away from the 'Mechs. I have stepped in if I had been available, but since I had still been concluding the duel, it was the second Wolfhound we had brought that stepped up to fight the Ice Ferret.

Aiko was holding her own, but it was proving to be a very close battle. Gregory was putting on a strong performance despite the technological advantage of his opponent. The Centurion was looking worse for wear as the MechWarrior was having difficultly hitting the faster Clan opponent. After another nasty hit where the Centurion failed to do much, I opened the comm link and told Hope to eject. She did so and I turned my 'Mech to the enemy.

"I am Katherine Steiner-Davion, are you ready?"

The other 'Mech acknowledged but did not speak and instead fired their ER large laser and their autocannon. Both scored hits on me, but my response was emphatic. The sheer power of two ER PPCs was devastating to such a small 'Mech. Especially when considering the damage, no matter how light, that the Centurion had inflicted upon it. That was enough to put it down, and I turned to watch the other battles.

Gregory's skill impressed me quite a bit, his lasers were carving up his opponent and the way he moved with his 'Mech showcased the long hours we had spent training together. His Wolfhound had taken some hits, but he was gamely soldiering on and making sure his lasers struck with near perfect accuracy.

To my surprise it was the Ice Ferret who finished their battle again. The Wolfhound pilot, Lana Doyle, from my original Command Company, had taken a couple of shots from the Ice Ferret's ER PPC to the center torso, and the engine had suffered critical damage. I queued the comms again and repeated my challenge.

"I am Katherine Steiner-Davion, are you ready?"

Her opponent's 'Mech had taken a good amount of damage, considering she had already faced two other opponents that was expected. It looked as if she had all her weapon systems still operational, but that would not matter. The damaged Ice Ferret accelerated and began moving toward its top speed.

"I am MechWarrior Dana of the 5th Battle Cluster. Yes, I am ready. Freebirth."

I fired both ER PPCs into her already mangled right torso, obliterating it as she raced her 'Mech across the valley at speeds over 120 kilometers per hour. With half the 'Mech falling apart, the speedy machine basically flopped backward, but such was its momentum that it essentially performed some sort of half-summersault and mid-air twist causing its head smashed into the earth with killing force.

I turned my 'Mech back toward the remaining battles and waited to see what would happen next.

Gregory had closed to short range, and his well-practiced accuracy was a sight to behold. Despite his agile opponent's quick, darting movements, Gregory was tearing it apart with his lasers. His own 'Mech had taken a beating, but once his Kit Fox opponent's left arm was torn away – along with two different types of lasers – his victory was all but certain.

I felt a momentary pang of panic as I saw Aiko take a nasty shot to the cockpit, but she was able to fire one last blistering salvo, a full-on Alpha Strike, to completely core the opposing Hellbringer. My worry remained high as her 'Mech went into emergency shutdown from heat, but she was able to answer my hail few moments later and confirm that she was alive.

I kept my buoyant emotions in check – I was operating on a lot of assumptions. I believed I had understood everything correctly, and the Falcons seemed to be playing ball, but I remained wary of treachery.

Fortunately, I worried over nothing. Not only was I able to take possession of the five 'Mechs and five Elemental suits provided, but I was also allowed to salvage the broken remains of the Command Star that had fought me. I doubted we could do much with them, but they would be an invaluable source of spare parts for the pristine OmniMechs we had just earned. The Clan armor provided more protection than even our best Inner Sphere ferro-fibrous, getting more of that armor to replace the armor Aiko and I lost in this fight was also a big deal for the longevity of our 'Mechs.

If I found myself stuck on the frontlines again, I would look to repeat this exercise, but with even more Clan technology. I was certain word would get out that we had turned their own 'Mechs against them, so we would probably face even odds or even unfavorable ones. However, Aiko and Gregory were impressive and would help lead us to victory.

If they allow such a thing again… their perspective is difficult to understand, but in the end, they are still human. It would not surprise me if this sort of material gain at such a small scale never happens again.

As promised, they allowed the DropShips to travel to my location at the 'Mech facility. Despite needing to carry an extra regiment of infantry and another battalion of armor, there was still ample room.

The two members of the Tech Caste would need to be kept close at hand. Ainsworth was naturally suspicious, but I could not have these two talking with anyone outside of very close, trusted members of my inner circle. The reason for that was simple: in Clan society, these people were essentially slaves. It was disgusting how the lower castes had next to zero rights, and only the abhorrence of waste kept them relatively safe.

I needed to make use of them, so I justified – if only to myself – that they were my prisoners and I was making them do labor as part of their incarceration, with the intention of eventually granting them their freedom. For now, this was another source of information, and I was going to let Nick Westfield learn all he could from them about the 'Mechs. A Tech Caste member may not have been a scientist, but their hands-on experience with Clan technology would be invaluable. I also wanted to see if their views and thoughts on Clan society differed from their position within it. At the very least, it would give me something to do as our DropShips voyaged to our JumpShip armada.

Borealtown, Wotan
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
June 4th 3050


Khan Elias Crichell of the Jade Falcons was displeased as he watched nearly two dozen DropShips lift off and head for the second major inhabited landmass of Wotan. Save for one battle, this world had been a resounding victory. The Wotan Tamar March Militia's defeat was more like an execution than a battle. Elias had chosen to oversee it personally, since it was likely the Spheroid commander would not honor a batchall. This meant he could parade one of the Galaxies and have a stunning victory without any foreseeable complications. This was important to wipe out the shame of Trell and Bone-Norman.

On Trell, his Falcons had failed to capture the heir of one of the Successor States. Worse still, losses had been higher than anticipated. Nearly a cluster of 'Mechs had been destroyed, and the freebirth resistance on the planet was still not contained.

The Malthus Bloodname is fast losing its status.

His own saKhan, Timur Malthus, had to call reinforcements in his assault on Bone-Norman. It was humiliating. Then, on Trell, Star Colonel Adler Malthus led the elite Falcon Guards and two additional Clusters and brought shame to the Falcons with their ineptitude.

And now this. Star Colonel Daine Anu had not only failed in her task of securing the secondary objective, she had allowed another heir to escape. Of lesser value than the primary heir, true, or at least as far as Elias understood the backward ways of the Spheroids, but a failure nonetheless. How it had occurred was the worst part. A Cluster Command Star defeated by a Star and three Points of Inner Sphere 'Mechs? The bidding had placed eight 'Mechs against Anu's Star, but for once the barbarians practiced Zellbrigen, and two of the 'Mechs had not even been needed!

In honorable combat, elite Trueborn Jade Falcon warriors had been defeated. The final blow came when he had learned that Anu had not only promised safe passage as collateral, but also every DropShip on this world, as well as giving the enemy front-line 'Mechs and members of the Tech Caste! He was already making plans to minimize the loss of honor and restrict what was shared with the other Clans about this battle. Not honoring or attempting to circumvent the agreed-upon batchall terms would risk those efforts, or worse, open himself up to challenge from within his Clan.

This will not happen again. I will not allow any of my commanders to give such generous terms in the batchall.

He knew the Wolves had taken some losses and that the Smoke Jaguar had brought shame upon their Clan on the world of Turtle Bay. Clan Ghost Bear had struggled since the beginning and their slow crawl through their assigned invasion corridor was pathetic. The race to Terra was not yet lost.

We must slow to a crawl as well. We must call up Provisional Garrison Clusters to secure the worlds we have taken. Already, these barbarians launch raids upon worlds we have won. Resistance fighters harass our fighting arm, and it must stop. I will shorten the anemic list of worlds for the Third Wave, but all will see the Jade Falcon soar in the fourth.

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Chapter 16

Avalon City, New Avalon
Crucis March, Federated Suns
June 13th 3050


First Prince Hanse Davion chaired the strategy meeting. His wife was not present, as she was already on her way back to Tharkad to provide a much-needed morale lift for the Lyran people. News of the invasion had finally penetrated to the broader public, and on many worlds, there was a sense of panicked terror.

Naturally, Justin Allard, as head of FCIS, and his deputy Alex Mallory were there. So too was Field Marshal Jackson Davion, the head of Federated Suns State Command. He and Nondi Steiner were equivalent and both reported to Morgan Hasek-Davion. Now that Morgan was on Sudeten, Jackson's role was larger. His aide, Roman Steiner, was by his side.

Also in the room was Field Marshal Michelle Bjuti, the head of the Department of Strategy and Tactics. She had two staff members with her, and for the life of him, Hanse could not recall their names. Rounding the other side of the table was Field Marshal Lisa Steiner, the commander of the Department of the Quartermaster. She was responsible for making sure the AFFC had the needed supplies. A brilliant woman, he infinitely preferred her presence to that of her mother, Nondi Steiner. He had also invited Marshal Bishop Sortek, commander of the 1st Davion Guards RCT, and Marshal Ann Adelmana of the Davion Heavy Guards. Those two were included specifically due to his daughter's request.

"We are all here and can begin. Justin, pull up the latest troop movements and information we have on the enemy."

The brilliant projector showed the data along the wall, but also sent it to everyone's personal noteputer. At the touch of a finger, they could click on a world and get the latest on who was fighting there, the last report from it, and the latest from FCIS.

"We are here today to review some tactical proposals and assess our overall strategy. Some old topics will be revisited in regard to our rank structure, and we will be discussing further deployments."

Lisa Steiner interjected, "Highness, our JumpShip capacity is at its limit. We moved the Kathil Ulhans and the 2nd Crucis Lancers RCT on a near command circuit. The other movement from the Isle of Skye has also pulled what free units we had out of position. Unless we conscript the private merchant fleet, we are limited."

"I am aware, and as of this morning, the conscription order is signed. I don't want to fully disrupt trade, especially given the needs of our industries to continue churning out material and necessities, but we will be expanding our available JumpShip capacity for troop movements." Hanse looked to Alex, who gave a quick nod. "You'll have the estimated numbers by the end of the day."

"Thank you," Lisa replied, her blue eyes already taking on a calculating gleam.

"Regarding strategy," Hanse continued. "My daughter has proven that at least some of the Clans will honor their 'batchall' agreements. As you know, our commanders have been leery of providing detailed information to the enemy. It flies in the face of basic strategic principles, but it has worked. Katherine was able to fight a localized duel with two lances against an enemy formation called a 'Star' that had five 'Mechs. Through negotiations beforehand, she was able to secure five of their most advanced 'Mechs and five of their Elemental suits. In addition, she secured safe passage off Wotan for her unit, part of the 12th Star Guards, and both an infantry regiment and an armored battalion of the Wotan TMM." Hanse did not bother keeping the pride out of his voice.

"A grand victory, Highness," Jackson Davion acknowledged. "However, it was absurdly risky. I read her report prior to this meeting. She risked having her entire command surrender without a fight. Attrition of the enemy's material is a strategic priority. Given the superiority of their 'Mechs, I don't know how repeatable that tactic will be."

"A fair point," Justin replied. "However, the exact tactics she used may not be repeatable, but the overall use of batchall may be. Based on what FCIS has learned, once the size of the defender is known, the Clans will bid amongst themselves in a competitive process to win 'honor' by defeating the enemy with the smallest force possible. Moreover, they will honor requests for war-prizes should the defender win. We suspect most defenders will lose, but on the chance that they achieve victory, we can win something in return. Given that we believe the Clans have high-level intel on our defensive forces anyway, I see no reason not to engage in the batchall process – even if we do not participate in the rest of their lunacy."

Roman Steiner made a humming sound. "We could also fool the enemy by keeping forces hidden, making them send fewer troops than they need."

Justin nodded. "We've considered that, but Katherine suggests against it unless the world is a 'keystone world' that we must defend."

"Keystone?" Bishop Sortek asked.

"A phrase Katherine uses in her report. Words like Sudeten, Tamar, and Pandora – worlds we must hold. If we abuse the batchall process, Katherine fears the enemy will cease using it. FCIS interrogation of Clan prisoners has us believing the same."

Michelle Bjuti furrowed her brow, adding wrinkles to an already lined face. "It seems the Fox's daughter has a great many opinions after her fight with the Clans."

If only you knew…

Hanse had been both proud and miffed by the seventy-page coded diatribe and analysis she provided. Her logic was often sound, but he could feel the vehemence through his noteputer. For a normal person this would seem as if Katherin's emotions ran away from her as she was composing her analysis, only it had been manually coded since its size sent it through ComStar, meaning she had ample time to change her verbiage to be less… aggressive. It had been marked as Prince's Eyes Only, for it was quite contemptuous of the top brass of the AFFC. Katherine was working in the dark in some areas, and there were issues Hanse had to consider that she knew nothing of. But beyond that, he trusted her firsthand experience with the Clans, as well as her sharp insights on how to fight them.

"She's the only commander to have successfully used the batchall process against our enemy," Hanse replied. "There are some quibbles we can make regarding which worlds are key versus others, but her basic thought makes sense. Defend what we can, and to Jackson's point, attrite the enemy on the worlds through guerrilla action."

Bishop gave a firm nod. "That makes sense to me, Highness. If it worked once and there's limited drawback, why not? Given the reports on those 'Mechs, I'm eager to get my hands on a few myself."

Michelle added, "NAIS is frothing at the mouth to get their hands on some of those weapon systems. They tell me they received useful data from Wotan, but nothing substitutes the real thing. Field Marshal Steiner, how quickly can you get a command circuit from Beta VII to New Avalon?"

Hanse held up a hand. "Hold your horses, Bjuti. We might have Katherine send some of the equipment for testing, but it's important she has the best with her to replicate her results."

Lisa Steiner, Roman Steiner, Jackson Davion, and Ann Adelmana all tried to speak at once with objections. Hanse just grinned. "If Melissa couldn't convince me to recall her, you all don't stand a chance in hell." More somberly, he continued, "She's better than good. She's spoken at length with them. She gets results. She is one of the best damned 'Mech pilots we have. Katherine is the perfect person to make use of their batchall system against them. She's being routed to Blackjack next, where we expect the Clans to strike within the next two to three months."

There was some heated discussion for differing reasons. Jackson Davion pointed to her age and her clear propensity for overbold decision-making. Lisa and Roman Steiner thought the risk to the princess, the pride of the Lyran Commonwealth, was unconscionable. Morale would be unrecoverable if she were killed or captured.

They bring up valid points, but I trust her. My parental instincts are screaming at me to bring her home, but I get the same feeling about her that I did when I put my faith in Justin Allard and Morgan Hasek-Davion during the Fourth Succession War. She will deliver.

"Enough. The decision is made. I thank you for your thoughts, but we have other matters to discuss," Hanse finally called that topic to a close.

As the room quieted, he brought up a thorny issue. "Adjacent to this issue is our rank structure. There were a series of compromises that seemed to have made few people happy. By removing the rank of Colonel and Leftenant Colonel, we pleased some who received a promotion to Leftenant General and displeased others. To put it simply, the rank of Leftenant General has become too big and encompasses too many different roles. I know you've all seen Field Marshal Nondi Steiner's announcement about the revival of the Hauptmann Kommandant rank."

Some annoyed muttering filled the room, and Lisa Steiner looked embarrassed as her lips thinned.

"Officially, her actions were premature; however, they were in line with the revival of other ranks."

One of Bjuti's aides looked startled and blurted out, "They were?"

"No, but that is the official statement we are making about it. At the same time, we will be reinstituting the Colonel and Leftenant Colonel ranks. Regimental officers will be Colonels, with their XOs as Leftenant Colonels. They will retain their Leftenant-General paygrade, but will use the new ranks. These recommendations will come officially from Marshal of the Armies Hasek-Davion and be approved by Archon Melissa Steiner and myself. This should quiet down the chatter over Field Marshal Steiner's actions."

Pull anything like that again Nondi, and I will have you replaced, Lyran resentment or no.

"You're going to make Katherine a Colonel?" Roman Steiner asked.

Hanse nodded, and both Roman and Lisa smiled, pleased with the decision.

"For now, but if her command continues to grow, I may have to promote her to Leftenant General."

"I would normally object, Highness," Ann Adelmana replied, "but both Leftenant Allard-Liao and Leftenant Sylvester have sung her praises, and their skills are nearly unparalleled." She gave Justin Allard a mock glare. "Your cheeky son even cored my Atlas in a simulator battle with a Centurion to show me why he should be allowed to pilot one. So, I trust his judgment when he says someone is worthy."

You old battleaxe, he did that and you still stubbornly insisted on making him pilot a heavy 'Mech!

Hanse hadn't interfered; she was allowed to run her RCT as she saw fit.

Jackson Davion sighed. "I won't change your mind, but this reek of favoritism. The junior officers aren't going to like this. At least promote Victor as well."

Hanse schooled his expression. He was so damn proud of his son. His eldest's strategy on Trell had been a good one, and it was still being carried out in the bowels of Thunder Rift. Victor's battalion had also fought their hearts out and done much better than most units across the worlds that had been invaded. But he wasn't ready. He still thought very tactically, and Hanse did not have the sense that he grasped the bigger picture like Katherine did.

The differences here are stark. Katherine wanted to come back to NAIS and be part of the reverse-engineering process, train other line officers on how to conduct effective batchall, and train up a powerful anti-Clan unit. Whereas Victor petitioned me and Morgan for a new command so he could get back into the fight sooner. He's looking to prove himself; she's looking to win the war. That makes her far more ready than he is.

"My son will be working closely with Morgan developing strategy to counter the Clans. I'm not going to give him a rank without a unit just to create some sort of parity between siblings. When it is appropriate, and when Morgan thinks he is ready, he will be given a command that best uses his skills," Hanse said with finality.

"Both fall outside of my jurisdiction, but I've said my piece, Highness," Jackson Davion conceded.

"Moving on to another matter. New Avalon is the planet I love, but due to the nature of our compromised means of swift communication, I will be moving to Tharkad for the time being to face this crisis."

My daughter kept her message hidden, but it was clear her talk of 'pony express JumpShips' for the sole purpose of sending messages to and fro was code for the use of the black boxes. With me on Tharkad, I could react much more quickly.

"This will also soothe some of the concerns from the Lyran side of our combined nation. To that end, it has been suggested that famous Davion units should join the frontline. That is partially why I invited you two here, Marshals Sortek and Adelmana. The Davion Heavy Guards and the 1st Davion Guards are two of the most famous Davion RCTs. One of your units will be headed to the front to fight the Clans. Showing the Lyran people that Davion blood is also defending them will go a long way toward ensuring unity," Hanse declared.

My daughter also thinks along the political dimension. A staff officer needs that skill. Katherine was also right about New Avalon being more protected than any planet in the Federated Commonwealth. The New Avalon Crucis March Militia has newer tech than most RCTs, the 1st Davion Guards RCT and Davion Heavy Guards RCT are the elite of the elite, and Team Banzai may be the most advanced regiment in the Inner Sphere. Tharkad, by comparison, only has two RCTs.

Bishop Sortek pounced first. "The 1st Davion Guards stand ready. We have the latest NAIS equipment and are prepared for the challenge."

Not to be outdone, Ann Adelmana countered with a question. "Have your officers created custom simulator programs based on Clan designs to train against?"

Sortek blinked. "No…"

"My Davion Heavy Guards are already doing this. That sort of initiative from my junior officers is why we are best suited for this role. Not to lean politically, but we also have the heir to the St. Ives Compact in our ranks. That will shut down those Lyran politicians who say propping up that realm is a waste of resources." She looked at Justin apologetically. "No offense, Secretary Allard, that isn't my view; I am just repeating what they have said."

"None taken, Ann," Justin politely replied.

Hanse looked at Bishop. "She's got you there. And while I am reluctant to add further stressors to my chief advisor's shoulders, her MechWarriors have shown the kind of initiative we need."

"Don't get too excited," Lisa Steiner drawled. "I don't have the JumpShips to move an entire RCT via a Command Circuit. Commandeering the private JumpShips will help, but they are scattered all over the place. It will take time to set one up."

Hanse knew that from New Avalon to Sudeten or Tharkad would take half a year without the use of additional JumpShips that could accept the transfer of the DropShips with already charged K-F drives.

"This is a cardinal sin of our doctrine, but we'll make it work, Field Marshal Steiner. You can set up a Command Circuit with far fewer JumpShips if we deploy just the 'Mech regiment and the Aerospace wings. The armored and infantry regiments, as well as the artillery battalion, can lag behind. Sending a Davion unit like this is a symbolic gesture, and the earlier they see combat, the better. The Heavy Guards can be deployed alongside an RCT already on the front so we can still make use of our combat protocols."

Lisa Steiner pursed her lips. "That will take some juggling. I'll get a report to you in the morning on the impacts of doing it. We really don't have more JumpShip bandwidth for actions like this, so it will all be about tradeoffs."

"That's understood. We have a lot of work to do, Marshal Adelmana. Remain behind."

Everyone left the room, save for Ann, Justin, and Alex.

"Highness?"

"You are going with a dozen MI6 teams, some of which will be picked up along the way: teams three through fifteen, and they will have operational direction of your unit."

MI6 teams were the MIIO strike teams. The 'Rabid Foxes' were known for their brutal effectiveness, ruthlessness, and loyalty. As commandos, they were the Federated Suns' equivalent of the Lyran Loki teams and the Combine's DEST operatives. Each elite team was squad-sized, roughly 6-8 members, and all were highly trained in assassination, sabotage, interrogation, surveillance, close combat, and mastery of a wide array of weaponry. They also had the very best of NAIS technology to help them get the job done.

"Excuse me?" Her expression looked horrified.

"You will have operational control, but targets they identify for rapid strikes will be Fox Team 3's call to make. It might be that you'll be on garrison duty the entire time; we don't know if they'll find opportunities or not. We will be inserting these teams on a dozen different worlds, and they will be carrying K-Series fax machines like you have. We can't trust ComStar, and if you are in a nearby system, you'll get it fast and can react with the speed needed. We can't be fully passive here; we need to keep the enemy guessing and force them to commit resources on the defense," Hanse said gravely.

"I'm here to serve, Highness," she said hesitantly, and then, in a more resolute voice, added, "Thank you for your trust."

After she left, Hanse turned to Justin. "Are you sure you are at peace with me sending the Davion Heavy Guards? I know how important your son is to you."

"I'm doing no more than you are on that front. Kai is part of an elite regiment and has honed himself to a razor's edge. He will do great things out there."

Hanse stood and clapped him on the back. "I hope your wife is more forgiving than mine; I don't think I'll have that much of a warm welcome when I arrive on chilly Tharkad."

Justin shrugged. "The Archon will come around. Katherine's suggestion of moving to Tharkad is something I should have thought of. I think we all just got used to operating out of the Fox's Den with all its sophisticated technology; we never stopped to even consider an alternative."

It took fresh eyes like Katherine's to see it. We are getting old and set in our ways. I can only pray that I am right about Katherine and that I'm not throwing away one of the greatest strategic minds the Inner Sphere has seen.

Black Pearl Base, Sudeten
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
June 15th 3050


Victor and Galen finished looking over the latest report on Trell as they made their way to the reception. It seemed that there was still sporadic fighting on the planet. There was no true ability for Leftenant General Hawksworth to defeat the invading force, but the fact he, or someone in his command, was still transmitting messages via those strange black box devices gave Victor satisfaction.

Give 'em hell.

"Are you still pressuring your father to give you command of a relief force to retake the world?" Galen asked.

Victor shook his head sadly. "I don't think that is in the cards anymore. They've pushed the front further back, taking the worlds of Derf, Twycross, and Romulus. We would have to make multiple jumps from the worlds on the front, and by the time we decide anything here, they will likely have pushed even further in."

"But you are still itching for a frontline role, preferably one where you can counterattack. Your father must be considering it, at least by having you brought here."

Victor sighed. "Not necessarily. My parents will probably want me to be given a staff position with the Kathil Uhlans. Morgan might assign me to a line unit defending a likely world that will get hit, but I'll be carried off at the first sign of trouble."

"That didn't happen with your sister," Galen pointed out.

Victor smiled broadly, genuinely happy at hearing his sister's success. "Only through chance. I've seen the summary of the events. Leftenant General Cabrillo tried to get her off-world, but the Clans shot down the DropShips. God rest their souls, but that turned out to be a blessing in disguise. She tricked those Clanners and ended up getting a ride off-world with all the DropShips on the planet after ripping one of their Star Colonels to pieces in a duel."

Galen scratched at his cheek as he silently thought.

"So, it's a lost cause for you to get the role you want?"

Victor opened his hands and crossed his fingers. "Real close, but not 100 percent yet. If I can come up with an operation that is sound and has merit, Morgan might just give it to me. Remember, he wasn't that much older than I am now when the Uhlans assaulted the Capellan capital. Morgan won't let me throw away the lives of men and women in some vanity assault, but he will listen to reason."

As they came within sight of the entrance, they saw a few FCIS security personnel along with four men waiting for them. The first was Morgan Hasek-Davion, his long red hair and black-and-gold uniform making him easily recognizable. Galen also knew who he was, as he had been the new Marshal of the Armies for almost a year now. Victor shared the names of the other three men and a brief bio as they closed the distance to greet them.

The man next to Morgan was Leftenant General Andrew Redburn, commander of the 1st Kathil Uhlans. A living legend, Victor knew from his family history that Andrew Redburn was one of the reasons his mother even survived to marry his father. And that was in addition to the accolades he won in the 4th Succession War in the more traditional fighting.

The two next to them didn't wear AFFC uniforms, though the spurs on the older man, Lieutenant-Colonel Daniel Allard, made him recognizable as someone who graduated from a Federated Suns military academy. Victor gave the name and explained he was the current leader of the elite Kell Hounds mercenary unit, and the younger man was Christian Kell, a major with the Hounds and commander of their battalions.

Victor also explained that Daniel was Justin Allard's brother – well, half-brother – but the two siblings always referred to themselves simply as brothers. Christian Kell was Victor's cousin through his father, Patrick Kell, who was Morgan Kell's brother. Patrick had died tragically before Victor was born, fighting against the Draconis Combine.

"As if I wasn't already enough of the odd-man out," Galen muttered, good-naturedly.

As they neared to the appropriate distance Victor saluted sharply. "Kommandant Victor Steiner-Davion reporting for duty sir."

Morgan returned the salute crisply, then extended his hand to Victor. They shook hands and then embraced in a back-slapping hug.

"It's good to see you safe, Victor."

Victor introduced Galen. "This is Hauptmann Galen Cox. He's the reason I'm here. His Crusader got me out of more than one sticky situation on Trell."

More greetings were exchanged, and Victor shook the white-haired mercenary's hand. Daniel Allard pumped his arm warmly. "I'm glad to see you here."

"Likewise, after what those bastards did to Phelan, I knew no one was going to keep the Kell Hounds away."

Christan Kell bowed and then shook his hand. "They owe us a debt that we will repay in full."

Victor had never liked Phelan, but it was a childhood grudge. He would never have wished for death on the man. He did feel better knowing the Kell Hounds were full of fighting vim; they were one of the Inner Sphere's premier mercenary units.

Once the greetings were completed, Victor asked Morgan, "What's the agenda? How much time do we have?"

"I don't know exactly," Morgan said. "But we're scheduled to meet here over the next eight weeks to study all the data we have on the invaders. By the end of that time – and sooner, if necessary – we'll have gathered the troops and supplies needed to implement whatever plans we come up with."

"Will I get a command?"

Morgan showed him the barest hint of a smile. "You've already been transferred to the Tenth Lyran Guards at your present rank of Kommandant. Whether or not you'll see combat depends upon what you and the invaders do over the next two months."

Victor nodded. "Will my sister be joining us?"

Morgan had a strange, hunted look for a moment before it returned to his normal mien.

"Her input has been considered, and she's given us vital intelligence on the Clans. Her situation is unique, and she's traveling with the homeless veterans of multiple units. Katherine has demonstrated a natural talent in training and integrating disparate units. Her NAIS Research Battalion performed well despite being cobbled together from recent graduates of different academies and veterans from different units. That isn't easy to do."

Victor was saddened by the news. He had really wanted to see his sister again, but he was glad they recognized her talents.

"All right, well then, let's get started, gentlemen. We have a war to plan and win."

Blackjack
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
June 25th 3050


Had I been a bad child? Did my parents hate me? They listened to me and accepted quite a bit of the advice I had recently given, but they refused to let me come home. I just wanted to go back to New Avalon and be far away from the front lines! Why? As I cradled my head in my hands, I took a brief moment to review what the hell had happened.

After my partial victory on Wotan, I jumped out to Beta VII with an impressive array of DropShips and JumpShips. While in-system, I gathered my thoughts and sent them to my father. There were too many to transmit via Black Box, so I used a bit of subterfuge when discussing certain topics. I feared that ComStar might share information with the Clans if they broke the manual encryption protocol I used. My comments during the batchall about infiltrating ComStar and using that knowledge to learn the Clan ways would likely make me public enemy number one for those bastards.

My tone had been a bit harsh – was this my parents' punishment? Forcing me to continue fighting on the front lines? Talk about cruel and unusual punishment! I was still technically a minor; this was child abuse!

After jumping out from Beta VII and arriving at Blackjack, I received more news – I was being promoted from Hauptmann-Kommandant to full Colonel. I was initially quite shocked, as I had just been promoted, and while I had suggested reviving the ranks of Leftenant Colonel and Colonel, I hadn't expected them to do so immediately. I would have to work even harder to earn people's respect because this was an absurd level of nepotism.

Oh… oh… I get it now! This is a tit-for-tat battle between my great-aunt and Morgan! It's his signature on the promotion, she promoted me once, and now Morgan promotes me again a game of one-upmanship. This is no way to run a military!

My promotion was a Trojan Horse, and the Greeks lying in wait within it were the orders placing me in charge of Blackjack's defense. On my other two worlds, the buck had never stopped at my desk. The overall failure to hold both Icar and Wotan wasn't going to be placed on me. In fact, my reputation hadn't even been bruised. Thanks to my extensive working relationships with the Lyran media – and no doubt my parents' influence as well – the airwaves were filled with praise for how brave, patriotic, and heroic I was.

In hindsight, it made a great deal of sense. If people perceived me negatively, dozens of products with huge marketing campaigns would become worthless. It was in their best interests to keep my persona and reputation intact. The same went for my parents—they wouldn't want to be seen as failures. Despite being part of two losing campaigns, the people still loved me. But I knew that would all change if I, as the appointed defender and ultimately responsible party for a world's defense, were to lose it.

I can't lose. No matter what.

I had been given more resources to ensure I had some shred of hope to stop the Clan juggernaut. The Wotan Tamar March Militia units I had saved from Wotan were now assigned to me. I had a full regiment of infantry and an additional armored battalion. The remnants of the Icar Armored Brigade were also assigned to me, though all that was left was battalion strength. Reinforcements were being provided by Nondi Steiner in the form of two battalions of my beloved Spitfire Cannons. However, no crews were coming along to field them, so one of my first orders of business was to intensify the cross-training efforts.

Along with those two battalions, I was being given a squadron of Aerospace fighters. They would be led by Hauptmann Sebastian Mauer from the 2nd Royal Guards Regimental Combat Team. Even though it was only six fighters, having some airpower – elite airpower at that – was a priceless boon, and it made me feel a lot better.

I was also being given an additional company of infantry for on-site security, along with much-needed replacement equipment for what had been lost on Icar – two Partisan Heavy Tanks, more Thumpers, and various other odds and ends.

With Colonel Caitlin captured on Winfield along with the rest of our wounded, the 12th Star Guards requested to join me as well. I was honestly baffled and had to have a real heart-to-heart with them. They had been very brave – most merc units would have cut and run instead of trying to defend the spaceport. However, they were not up to my standards. If they stayed with me and became a formal part of the AFFC military, they would need to shape up. They took a vote and agreed to join.

Crazy bastards. I bet they got their first taste of real combat against someone other than Periphery bandits and wanted more. Why do I always seem to attract battle maniacs?

That added two companies to my initial company, bringing the 'Mech portion of my force up to battalion strength. Between the Icar Armored Brigade and the Wotan TMM armored battalion, I now had two battalions of armor, plus my original company of armor, which was used for anti-air duties.

There was more, though. Blackjack was a planet home to just shy of one billion people. When it was first discovered, it had easily accessible mineral wealth, which allowed heavy industry to form. However, problems began when nearly all of it was fully mined. The industrial presence lasted for a time, but heavy raiding during the Second Succession War brought ruin to those factories. Without an easy source of raw materials to work with, they were left in ruin.

In the following centuries, Blackjack would prove to be a modest world that was very self-sufficient. It still had manufacturing capacity for consumer electronic goods, suitable climates for growing a variety of food, and was home to a few interesting reptile species that served as one of its few luxury goods exports – well, legal exports. Blackjack also produced several banned drugs in the Lyran Commonwealth. It was home to three continents, one of which was far from the prying eyes of the planetary government and regularly exported highly potent and addictive recreational drugs.

This brought me to the last component of my defensive force: the Blackjack School of Conflict, the only private military academy in the Lyran Commonwealth. The MechWarriors who graduated often possessed unique talents and skills that made them highly sought after in mercenary regiments. Some of the curriculum included bypassing BattleMech security systems, electronic forgery, high-G conditioning, and prolonged survival and evasion.

Today, I would be having a chat with Kommandant Dean Bristow, commander of the Blackjack School of Conflict's Training Battalion – a battalion-strength asset that I would be keen to use if my batchall negotiations didn't pan out. He was only the first of several meetings I had planned for the day.

He was a swarthy, silver-haired man with an air of command. He snapped a crisp salute.

"Colonel Katherine Steiner-Davion, welcome to Blackjack."

I returned the salute and got down to business with barely any pleasantries. I didn't have time for chit-chat.

"I need a status report on all your 'Mechs and MechWarriors, student or otherwise. This world is on the invasion path of the Clans, and I will use every asset to defend it."

"I can have a report sent to you by this evening. We stand ready to repel any attack. Some of the students may be of little use, but I will detail my thoughts on who is dependable and why."

I nodded, that would be useful.

"Excellent. We are also going to see about hardening the defenses of this school. This is not the preferred ground where I wish to fight – that will be in the abandoned industrial zone – but we need to plan for contingencies."

His brow furrowed. "Why would they attack there?"

"It's how the Clans operate. As the defender, we can choose the ground. My goal is to get them to agree to a localized fight between a small number of 'Mechs. Should they refuse, I plan to use every bit of prepared ground advantage I can. If we win, we may have to face a follow-up attack, where they may not be as willing to play by their nonsensical rules."

That was my biggest worry, because if it came to fighting off a full invasion force, I would not be following Zellbrigen and would be making full use of my artillery. That might upset them enough to call me Dezgra and refuse to follow their honor rituals.

"I will have to take your word for it, Colonel."

"Yes, and I'll need some of your instructors as well. Your school will be expanding to non-MechWarriors."

"Oh?"

"We don't have much time, but I'll be conducting a partial call-up of the reserves of the local militia and will need to borrow your people to help train them."

And by that, I truly meant the local militia, not a March Militia unit. The local militias of worlds are there in case of civil unrest. They're almost never designed to face 'Mechs in combat, but I had some ideas and not a whole lot of time to implement them.

"To be honest, Colonel, I am not sure they would be of any help. How much time do we realistically have?" Bristow asked skeptically.

"Two, maybe three months."

He shook his head. "Then it would be pointless."

"I'll be the judge of that, Kommandant. Our backs are against the wall here. Just make sure you inform them and that they are flexible enough. Work begins within the week."

I could tell he was under the impression I had no idea what I was doing. I didn't have time to explain everything, because I had so many other tasks to take care of. Construction companies were going to be dragooned into doing a lot of work, with far less care toward safety, building codes, and the like. I wished I had a proper engineering battalion to help with my plans, but these would have to do.

I called a command meeting and started delegating tasks.

"Leftenant Roth, you will begin working with the 12th Star Guards who have joined us, as well as the Blackjack Training Battalion. You will have free use of the dozen simulators, and I want two things from you. First, I want them to be the absolute best you can make them in the short time we have. Second, I want a list of which ones would be best in a similar type of Trial of Possession battle, like we did on Wotan. Last time, I was able to bring it down to a single Star against two lances, but we might have to expand that to larger numbers. Also, ensure we've identified the individuals from our existing company who the new Clan 'Mechs we won will go to."

"Yes ma'am," she replied.

"Leftenant LeBeau, you will be responsible for liaising with the industry leaders and using our 'Mechs to assist in completing some construction tasks – bunkers, earthworks, and restructuring terrain based on my plans will be required."

"Can do, Colonel. I'll also make sure they understand that beyond just protecting this world, good work may lead to some manufacturing contracts with Achernar BattleMechs. It won't be true, but hopefully, we can avoid them dragging their feet."

I knew you were a great asset.

"Hauptmann Halstead, you will be borrowing some of Benjamin's people and training them into artillery specialists. We're going to have more tubes than people who can use them."

Colonel Benjamin Withers was the commander of the Wotan TMM infantry regiment. In his 50s, with thinning gray hair, he had spent the last fifteen years as a glorified paper-pusher. However, prior to that, he had served with distinction in the LCAF special forces.

"Hauptmann Wright, I'm going to have you work with the reservists on the use of field guns."

Her hazel eyes displayed confusion. "Field guns?"

Field guns were weapons normally mounted on 'Mechs and tanks, but here they were placed on turrets, within bunkers, or used by infantry squads.

"If everything works out, we'll be getting a supply of autocannons. AC/2s and AC/5s with flak rounds will be crucial to beef up our anti-air defenses. We are getting some Aerospace support, but it is only a single squadron. You are only anti-air units and we need to fix that."

If I can secure delivery, maybe some other weapons designed to be used against 'Mechs as well.

She nodded in agreement, and I moved on to the next item on the list.

"Leftenant Rogers, three of the Elemental suits will be assigned to my protective detail, and you'll have the rest. Your primary role will remain securing our headquarters, but once the fighting starts, you'll need to train with the suits and be ready for anti-'Mech and anti-Elemental assignments in the field."

The square-jawed man acknowledged the assignment without fanfare.

"Colonel Withers, you'll work with the reservists not involved in field gun training and the Blackjack School of Conflict instructors. Train them as thoroughly as possible. Conscript local SWAT teams and secure any heavy weaponry available on the planet. Coordinate with law enforcement and establish a line to the criminal syndicates here. Offer full pardons for past misdeeds in exchange for weaponry and manpower."

He frowned. "I don't approve–"

"Noted, but you'll do it anyway. This world cannot fall. I will use every means at my disposal to ensure it doesn't. No stone will be left unturned, and no resource untapped. I want civilian aircraft modified for cluster munitions. Cargo trucks converted to carry Spitfires. Part of the infantry not yet motorized or mechanized to be outfitted with civilian motorcycles. Every person, every piece of technology, and everything on this world will be used to resist the enemy. Am I clear?"

A round of "Yes, Colonels" echoed through the room, Withers included.

After orders were given out, I kept Aiko, Gregory, and Sven behind.

"We'll have proper fanfare later, but I wanted you to hear this from me first. Aiko will continue serving as my bodyguard on the field. My command lance will fall under her authority, making us a unit of five—better equipped to deal with an enemy Star formation. That means she will retain the rank of Leftenant."

I gave Gregory a nod. "You're now Hauptmann LeBeau and in charge of 1st Company. Congratulations."

"Thank you, I won't let you down."

"Hauptmann Fischer, you're being promoted two grades to Hauptmann-Kommandant. You'll be my XO, and depending on the future make-up of this command, you may end up a Leftenant Colonel. If we go more 'Mech or armor heavy, it could go to someone else. For now, your responsibility will cover just over two artillery battalions. Congratulations."

"Thank you, Colonel! I did not expect this to happen, but thank you."

I gave a nod. "Before the enemy arrives, I want you to select the next candidate for promotion to Kommandant for the new artillery battery. Halstead is good at the company command level, but she's still young, and I haven't seen the necessary skill set for her to handle a full battalion just yet."

Aiko, ever so helpful, snickered. She wouldn't have done it if we weren't alone in the room, but still, that earned her an aggrieved glare from me.

Sven understood the gravity of the task and knew he needed to select a new battery commander from his artillery officers to promote to Hauptmann.

Now, it was time to return my star charts and the ComStar messages I'd need to send out. I wasn't at all confident I had all the tools I'd need to face whatever the Clans threw at me. I needed more. I was going to call in every possible favor and spend a vast sum of C-Bills to get what was required. The real issue was time, so I had to put together a partial Command Circuit for anything I could manage within the next two months.

Fortunately, private JumpShips hadn't yet been fully conscripted for the war effort, which meant that with enough money, I could convince some to alter their course. I needed at least six JumpShips in the right place at the right time to speed up the transfer of DropShips carrying the materials I required. Additionally, I was scanning and searching for any mercenaries within 100 Light-Years of Blackjack that I could hire.

From Chahar, I was able to arrange for a DropShip full of autocannon/5s. These could be used as field guns or mounted in bunkers or turrets with either standard ammunition or flak rounds. To maximize efficiency, I also contacted Leftenant General Alicia Mason of the Chahar Periphery March Militia to see if she could detach anything from her command. It was a long shot, but she was surprisingly willing to send me a lance of assault tanks, along with the vehicles needed to transform a battalion of my infantry into mechanized troops.

From Machida, I hired a company-sized mercenary unit of jump infantry. To maximize efficiency, I had them load a DropShip full of military equipment. From Melissa, I paid the planetary government a small fortune to send over conventional aircraft and pilots. From Blumenort, I coaxed a small group of retired LCAF MechWarriors – who privately owned their 'Mechs – to help defend Blackjack. Along with the six additional 'Mechs, the extra DropShip was packed to the brim with landmines. From Dustball, I hired a few hundred legally questionable toughs, along with scores of SRM launchers for infantry use.

The logistical nightmare of coordinating JumpShips and DropShips while timing everything perfectly was a constant headache. I was relying heavily on the combined DropShip and JumpShip armada drawn from Wotan, Icar, and now Blackjack to accelerate the process. At some point, High Command would undoubtedly demand their JumpShips for other operations, but for now, they were essential to my plans.

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Chapter 17

Blackjack
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
June 25th 3050


Estelle Harris watched the holovid with her father, her eyes entranced by the sight of Princess Katherine Steiner-Davion. At fifteen years old and dreaming of being a 'Mech pilot, she was captivated by the tall vision of regal authority on the screen. Katherine's blond hair was pulled slightly back, revealing a face known throughout the Lyran Commonwealth.

"Citizens of the Federated Commonwealth, I am Colonel Katherine Steiner-Davion. I come to you today with the grim reality of invasion on the horizon. A fearsome foe is knocking at our door. They have taken dozens of worlds from the Lyran Commonwealth and the Free Rasalhague Republic. The enemy is ruthless, armed with technology more advanced than ours, and bred for war."

Estelle felt her eyes widen. What could they possibly do against such a foe?

"They are powerful, more powerful than any threat the Lyran Commonwealth has ever faced." Katherine let the words hang in the air. "But they are not invincible. I made them bleed on Icar. I defeated one of their commanders on Wotan. Each time we face them, we learn more, understand more, and become better prepared."

The princess took a breath, her demeanor briefly vulnerable before it hardened into pure resolve.

"Now I know how to fight them. Now I know how to defeat them! People of Blackjack, this time there will be no retreat. This time I vow when the invaders come, I will throw them back. We will defeat them. This is my vow to you; I will not leave you to these merciless invaders. I would rather die defending this soil than retreat!"

The clarion call and bravado in those words filled Estelle with patriotic pride. The princess paused, allowing the weight of her words to be felt by all who listened.

"But I cannot do it alone. I need your help." Her voice was pitched lower now, but as she spoke, it rose in volume. "I need the knowledge and industrial might of Lyran businesses. I need the strength and valor of the reservists. I need the skill and enthusiasm of volunteers, both those who would brave the enemy, and those who can labor with their hands and hearts to prepare this world for the battles to come. I. Need. You. Every last citizen on Blackjack must work together to preserve this world and the great nation we serve."

Heart beating wildly, Estelle vowed she would do her part. She had only practiced with her family's Commando briefly, but she swore that when the invaders came, she would pilot it, whether her father willed it or not!

"Together, our spirit is unbreakable. Our resolve unmatched. Our way of life, the freedoms we enjoy, are things these warmongers can never understand. That is why they will lose. Whether you wield a wrench, a pen, or a laser, you are part of this battle. I know that together, the Lyran people can face any threat. When this invasion is thrown back, you and your children and your children's children will be able to tell stories of the day that Blackjack stood defiant. Long live the Federated Commonwealth! Long live Blackjack!"

From elsewhere in the house, a mansion truly, she could hear the servants and even some of the guards let out a raucous cheer where they were watching the same holovid in another room. The vid ended, and was replaced with a set of numbers and contact information for people to use if they wished to volunteer. Those with firearms ability. Demolition experts. Factory workers. Laborers. Hunters and more. Each had a method of contact if they wanted to serve in the defense of Blackjack.

They won't let me help if they know my age, but I will do my part!

Blackjack
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
June 25th 3050


I felt Ainsworth's eyes on me as I finished my broadcast. My line of 'would rather die than retreat' had probably not sit well with her. While I had no intention of dying, I knew that this was make-or-break for me. I had to get a true win against these technologically advanced imbeciles. Rallying the people to commit their labor and their willingness to throw themselves at the enemy was crucial.

My next step was to lay more odds in my favor and use the enemy's information gathering against them. To that end, I was going to communicate via ComStar, as well as spread some rumors locally that my pride and joy – my precious Spitfire Cannons, which I would soon be receiving from my great-aunt – were flawed, nearly useless, and broken.

To ensure everyone played along properly, I had sent instructions via black boxes on what to do. When the time was ripe, I would send several worrying messages through ComStar, desperately asking for some sort of field kit to repair the supposedly 'useless' artillery. If the Clans were being fed information by ComStar, this would impact their bidding. The best part was that I intended to be completely honest and claim my full fighting power, including all my Spitfire Cannons.

When it came to fighting, firing off only a few sporadic rounds – not nearly two battalions' worth – would further sell it. That was important because getting the enemy in the spot I wanted them and then unleashing a truly devastating barrage was going to be key to victory. The truth, after the battle, would showcase my Spitfire Cannons as the reason for our triumph, so any short-term bad press would not hamper my sales targets at all.

Even if it did, it would be a small price to pay for victory here.

Ainsworth cornered me once we were alone.

"What was that, Katherine?" Ainsworth looked at me with a stern expression.

"That was me attempting to inspire people to service. As for the 'victory or death' line, don't worry – I have no intention of dying here. If we must bug out again, we'll have a story similar to my brother Victor's retreat from Trell – perhaps even acted out."

Ainsworth blinked and gave a wry shake of the head.

"You little…" she began, then gave a more emphatic shake of her head. "You really are sly as a fox, Katherine. I'll hold you to it – no glorious last stands."

"I promise. I do intend to bloody their nose on Blackjack – multiple times if I must. They need to taste a real defeat, and the Lyrans need a symbol to rally around," I said.

Ainsworth held up her hands. "I'm just here to protect you. Your military strategy is your own. Just don't make it too difficult to do so."

After reassuring her, I moved on to the next tasks before me. There was so much to do, and not a lot of time to do it in. We still needed to pick out the right MechWarriors for the 'Mechs we received. I had given some thought to which 'Mech to use in the coming battle, and I opted for both my Phoenix Hawk and the Gargoyle. The Phoenix Hawk would be perfect for the initial parts of the battle. The jump jets would allow me to easily lead potential opponents into the massacre sites we had planned. The urban environment was quite literally perfect for it.

On the other hand, for any battles that needed to be fought in the open, the Gargoyle's tremendous ranged power and heavier armor were more desirable. That left the Summoner, Hellbringer, Ice Ferret, and two Kit Foxes to assign. Gregory liked his Wolfhound, but he was already salivating at the thought of piloting Clan technology.

Playing with my new toys and divvying them out could wait, for now I had more organizing to do as millions of volunteers began overwhelming our intake system.

Blackjack
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
July 8th 3050


When Nick Westfield first heard of Katherine's plans, he was dubious. The abandoned industrial zone on Blackjack would prove a good battleground. It was a place where the Clan's longer range would be blunted, but the modifications she requested were simply too much. There wouldn't be nearly enough time to get it all done.

That was before she gave her speech, and an entire planet sprang into action. With a planetary population this size, even though it was no longer an industrial hub, it still had heavy machinery. Roads had to be laid, buildings built, and debris cleared. They had tractors, bulldozers, heavy drills, the works, though they were scattered. Thankfully, Katherine had several DropShips that were perfect for picking up resources as they were consolidated across the three continents of Blackjack.

Still, the amount of work required was by no means simple. Earthworks, hastily constructed bunkers, localized burn zones with slow-burning chemical fires planned to foil sensors, and massive holes dug and then covered with stable ferroconcrete bridges – rigged to collapse if enough weight passed over them.

This place is going to be a death trap.

This was not Nick's field, but he knew the basics. Between him, the other NAIS researchers, and the local construction crews, things were proceeding apace. Field guns were housed in bunkers and in other places, positioned in camouflaged locations outside the primary danger zone.

Most of his efforts were focused on the industrial zone, but not all. The princess suspected that the Clans would still allow the defender to choose the position, but there was always the possibility that they would want something different. Her real concern, though, was a secondary attack like the Wolves did on Icar. The way Katherine intended to fight would incense the enemy, and when a second group of Clans struck Blackjack, they would come down hard on one very likely area: the Blackjack School of Conflict. Located a good fifty kilometers from the capital city, both the school and the capital were prime targets. The School of Conflict was going to be well-mined and receive its share of fixed, hidden gun emplacements. They were nowhere near as extensive as the ones in the industrial zone, but without knowing how much time they had, they had started what work they could.

If they had more time than they thought, they would also be looking to expand into a tunnel system and harden some of the city buildings. The urban environment would be the perfect spot for ambush attacks and making use of the portable SRM infantry.

This was useful and productive work, but he really wished he could return to his 'Mech projects. Learning from the Tech Caste captives had made so much clearer, quickly. The power of these OmniMechs was in their flexibility. They could completely change their loadouts between battles! It only took a couple of hours. Options were not so readily available for them right now, but as they hopefully acquired more salvage, they could outfit each of their captured 'Mechs in the optimal way for a given task.

Never a dull moment with Princess Katherine.

Black Pearl Base, Sudeten
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
June 15th 3050


Victor's eyes blazed with fury. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was in a conference room with Galen Cox by his side. Morgan Hasek-Davion was at the head of the table, and around him were Dan Allard and Chris Kell of the Kell Hounds, as well as Andrew Redburn. Further down the table, speaking now, was General Adriana Winston of the Eridani Light Horse.

"I've spoken with my officers, and we need time to process this information. The news that these are Kerensky's people returning home… well, you know our history. It goes all the way back to the Star League Defense Force. We've always thought that somewhere, out there, his descendants still lived. We hoped that they may have even been the Sphere's own secret protectors… not… this." Her voice was grief-stricken. "I'm sorry, I don't think we can fight here."

"We understa–" Morgan had been starting to say when Victor stood up.

"No. You don't get to walk away from this, Winston."

"Excuse me?" Arianna's voice replied, shocked and affronted.

"You heard me. You made it here so fast because of a Command Circuit, and now you want to cut and run because your bedtime stories turned out to be wrong? Are you mad? My people are dying out there, and you want to take time to… what? Grieve over something as absurd as this?"

"Victor…" Morgan warned.

"No, Morgan. This is ridiculous. We brought two regiments here at the cost of other options! If they want to break their contract in our hour of need, fine. But I'll make sure the entire Inner Sphere knows of their cowardice, and when I am the Archon-Prince, they'll be exiled from every star system under my control."

The room was dead-silent.

"Tempers are high," Christian Kell finally said. "General Winston, why don't you take a breather, and we'll review this further this evening? Nothing good can come from discord."

Winston walked out of the room without another word, and Victor stared defiantly at Morgan.

"We will talk about this later, but let us get back on track," Morgan said, tiredly.

Taking a deep breath, Victor ordered his thoughts and began discussing what he had prepared. Based on Katherine's captured Clan MechWarrior's word, they learned that the Clans enjoyed their one-on-one duels. Victor had confirmed this by reviewing all the battle data footage he could. He presented his findings and shared that only rarely did a Clan warrior challenge another through a comm link. Instead, they somehow just knew how to pick their targets so that their allies knew not to engage.

"Because of this tendency to fight against only one foe at a time, and because of their increased range, it struck us in the Junior Officers' Group that decoys and sensor overloads could be effective against the invaders. We can modify the M-1423 pop-up mine to detonate a white phosphorus explosion that should burn out infrared cells. Combined with others that shoot out magnetized chaff, it would block magscan."

Victor keyed the next button of his presentation.

"We then combine this with a standard training-course decoy that projects a holographic image of 'Mechs. If we seed the battlefield with these, it will give the enemy more targets they won't be able to tell are fake. It will disrupt their tactical planning and cause them to shoot at false targets instead of at us, at least some of the time. The ruse will be discovered, but it will buy us precious time to close into range with our weapons."

Morgan nodded. "The idea has merit. We'll need to do some testing, and it will take some time to modify the mines, but I like it. Good work. What else?"

"We need to hit back at them. We can stack multiple RCTs and regiments on a single world, and we would have no guarantee they would attack it. And if they do, they can hit us with concentrated force." Victor paused. "We know that general doctrine states that to win a planet with only acceptable losses, an attacker should have three times the force. Otherwise, you can win, but you'll pay for it. We will have the resources to do that, but only if we go on the offense and force them to fight us on our terms."

Redburn looked at Victor thoughtfully. "But we will almost certainly be going in blind," he paused, then added, "at least for now."

"There's no way they can keep every planet well defended. These Clanners view garrison duty as a shameful role. If we hit a planet – an important one – we can crush the defenders and force their frontline units to double back. Their invasion is already slowing down. They've only taken three additional worlds in the last month. The pace is slowing. Our raiders and those trapped behind enemy lines conducting guerilla actions are frustrating them." Victor looked Morgan in the eyes. "This is the added piece that will cinch it, that will keep them off balance long enough for our reinforcements to arrive. If we don't do this, we will lose more worlds before they get here."

Morgan nodded. "Draft up plans for a few different likely targets. This does have merit, and anything we can do to keep the enemy off balance is good." He gestured toward the door. "Everyone, but Victor, please clear the room."

Galen gave him a pat on the shoulder before exiting with the rest.

"Victor, you can't pick fights with the Eridani Light Horse. They are one of our best mercenary units and have been integrated with us for decades now. Several of their officers teach at NAMA, for crying out loud."

I'm not backing down.

"Morgan, they are good, and that's why I want to keep them. Their excuse is preposterous. These Clans are nothing like the SLDF we've read about in our history books. If not the Federated Commonwealth, where do they go? Liao? Kurita? Doubtful. They can find work with the Free Worlds League, but to your point, their home is with us. We need to push them. Two crack regiments, Morgan! Two! I am not going to just let them leave over this bullshit!"

The Marshal of the Armies studied Victor carefully.

"You might not be wrong, but there is a way of going about things. You don't humiliate them and question their bravery in front of others, including some of their respected peers, like the Kell Hounds. I will try to smooth things over, but you are right in the fact that we could use them. I will see about placing them in a defensive role because it will allow them the possibility that they won't have to fight. A compromise, and one that may be needed. Several of the enemy JumpShips have Lithium-Fusion Batteries." Morgan shook his head in frustration. "It creates a nightmare situation for defensive planning. They can jump to a system and then almost immediately jump to a second one before having to recharge. Every system now has a sixty-light-year threat radius."

At least it is something.

"If need be, assuming they stay and contribute, I will apologize to her directly," Victor offered.

"How kind of you to offer, though I will be ordering you to do so, regardless," Morgan replied sternly.

Victor held up his hands. "All right, all right. But they've just taken Malibu, Beta VII, and Hot Springs. They might be slowing down, but it's obvious which world they're going to hit next."

"Ah," Morgan said. "You are worried about your sister."

Victor's face fell. "Damn it, yes. I know she can handle herself. Hell, she's done better than me so far! But we all saw the broadcast she put out. Even here on Sudeten, we have people lining up to join the AFFC. What she did is no doubt inspiring Blackjack to put up the best defense possible, but Morgan," Victor's voice was on the ragged edge, "she's always said what she means. She won't retreat when the Clans come, not this time. If she can't hold out…" His voice cut off before he lost his composure completely.

"If it's any consolation, unlike with you, she's accepted her protective detail. And I'm sure at least one of them will be more successful than Hauptmann Cox in knocking her out and dragging her to a DropShip. Your father has given clear orders on the matter."

Victor barked out a laugh. "I suppose that's something, but it's hard to do if she's in her 'Mech." He looked down. "I can't do anything about it now, other than try to convince you that going on the offense is the right thing to do. And it is, even without my sister being in the line of fire. But if we could take some pressure off their advance… even if it only means fewer of their MechWarriors are available to attack, it will be something."

"I'm dependent on others here. All I can do is try to persuade, and while I know I'm right about the Light Horse, scenes like that won't help my case. I have to be better. I have to think things through."

Tharkad City, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
July 20th 3050


Hanse Davion was still adjusting to the new location for strategy meetings. One downside of being on Tharkad was that Nondi Steiner was now part of them. At first, the meetings had also been clogged with an absurd number of theater commanders who were nowhere near their theaters of operation. He quickly put an end to that fiasco, limiting the number of people in the room.

Still, the other advantages Katherine had outlined remained. The divisiveness in some parts of the Lyran media had been sharply curtailed. The vultures still circled, and there was always at least some news programming with a slant against him.

Ryan Steiner has been a thorn for far too long now, but he must wait in line behind the Clans and ComStar.

"The Clans are on the move again," Justin advised in the more intimate strategy room. There would be working groups to tackle specific issues, but those would be filtered through Alex Mallory and Justin Allard. In the room now were just his wife, Nondi Steiner, Justin, Alex, and Marshal Richard Regis II.

"What worlds have they taken?" Hanse asked.

"We aren't sure if the worlds have fallen, but ComStar traffic has changed on Planting and Roadside. I suspect these are just the first two of several new assaults."

"Marshal Regis frowned, "Those worlds are far apart."

Justin nodded. "We suspect it is two different Clans launching these attacks. The Jade Falcons have taken most of our worlds, while the Wolves have concentrated on the Free Rasalhague Republic. The Wolves took Icar and Chateau at the start, and this would now be their third world. Based on stellar cartography, we suspect Ridderkerk will also be in their line of advance, potentially more."

Hanse felt Melissa's hand on his. She spoke with no tremor in her voice, but Hanse could tell by her touch that she was deeply afraid for their daughter. "That is yet another world within range of Blackjack."

Nondi clicked her tongue. "She has more courage than most, but she needs to be tempered by more seasoned commanders. This whole 'will die before I retreat' nonsense is more Combine than Lyran. Though it smells of NAMA bravado as well. It may have rallied our people, but those gains can be undone when she is forced to retreat."

Hanse glowered at her. "If, Nondi. If she is forced to retreat. You are all underestimating her. She savaged them on Icar and played the Clan's game and won on Wotan, saving a lot of good soldiers and material."

Nondi's nostrils flared as she gathered steam.

"You will not find me ever disparaging your daughter, but she is horrendously disadvantaged by their technological edge. Every world they have attempted to conquer, they have taken. Every single one, Hanse! Not one has managed to throw the enemy off. Katherine is immensely talented, an incredible warrior with a fantastic mind, the best leader of her generation, and the ability to inspire our people like no other, but she is still only seventeen!" Her eyes blazed. "I will never forgive you if your arrogance gets her killed."

"I'll never forgive myself if that happens; you not doing so doesn't even register in my list of worries."

Marshal Regis interjected again. "If her words make it difficult for her to retreat, and all signs point to the Clans attacking soon, can we not reinforce the world more strongly?"

Justin shook his head. "Only with great difficulty. We could further our conscription of JumpShips, but if we dig any deeper, our factories won't be able to maintain proper supply chains for producing 'Mechs, tanks, armor, and munitions."

Nondi snarled. "You have an armada of JumpShips on Sudeten, as well as what, two RCTs and an additional four 'Mech regiments?"

"Who would take over a month to reach Blackjack? And with the Clans on the offense again, we can't just sit back and let them choose the battlefield. We need to attack. Doing so will force the Clans to slow down and waste precious time and resources defending their rear. I am authorizing a strike on Twycross, led by Lieutenant Colonel Daniel Allard of the Kell Hounds. They will be joined by the 10th Lyran Guards RCT and the 9th FedCom RCT," Hanse replied. "While their actions will not take effect in time to stop an attack on Blackjack, they will disrupt any secondary assault on the planet if Katherine can hold."

Hanse could see Nondi practically quivering with anger. Melissa spoke again before her aunt could.

"Nondi, we are all concerned over Katherine. There are steps being taken to ensure she leaves the planet if it is lost. The FCIS team that is protecting my daughter includes LIC elements, and they know how important she is."

"And you as well?" Nondi's eyes raked Melissa with scorn. "Your mother would be rolling in her grave if she knew what you were doing. We are operating in the dark about their overall strategy. Yes, reinforcements from Sudeten may not make it in time, but they might! You still have the Gray Death Legion, Eridani Light Horse, and Kathil Ulhans on Sudeten with a full RCT arriving in August and another in September. Send one of those regiments to Blackjack and they can make the difference. For God's sake, she only has two battalions of 'Mechs on Blackjack, and one of those battalions is a training battalion."

Enough of this.

"Decisions have been made. Reinforcements to multiple worlds will be needed. Send your request to Morgan via black box as our communication protocol demands. My Marshal of the Armies knows how important Katherine is, and he has the most up-to-date information on the warfront. His task force is responsible for throwing the Clans back; our job is to make sure he has the resources he needs. We aren't going to micromanage him from Tharkad."

As the head of Lyran State Command stormed out, Hanse squeezed his wife's hand. Morgan's task force had more targets than just Twycross, and he needed to protect a broad front. Blackjack was not an important world to conquer, which meant he hoped the Jade Falcons would not plan to use a lot of resources on it. If they did reinforce it with crack units, it would only bring a larger force.

Let them underestimate her. Her analysis said the Clans discount armor and artillery. Without a full regiment, they may bid foolishly. This is the right call to make, regardless of whether the attack comes early or late. It must be.

Marshal Regis looked troubled. "Forgive me, Highness, but is even the force assembled enough to dislodge the enemy from Twycross? Perhaps the unexpectedness of the assault will play in our favor, but most militaries and societies would view 'Mech factory facilities as ones to be well-guarded. I cannot help but think of the BattleROM data from Chateau. Less than a battalion's worth of 'Mechs and fewer than a hundred of their Toads defeated Marshal Steiner's RCT, along with both the 1st and 2nd Chateau Mechanized Militias. Over 100 'Mechs, 300 combat vehicles, a wing of Aerospace support, an artillery battalion, and five regiments of infantry from within the Tenth Donegal Guards RCT were defeated and driven off-world by less than a battalion of their 'Mechs."

Regis shook his head. "Sarah Steiner is an able tactician and one of the best RCT commanders we have. But if she can't hold off less than – what did the report call them? 'Clusters,' yes, less than one of their Clusters attacked Chateau. If an RCT isn't a match for that, I fear you may be sending your son to his doom."

Hanse sat back and steepled his fingers, sensing something off about the conversation.

"Chateau was one of the first worlds hit. We didn't know the capabilities of the enemy, how they fought, or even what the Toads were. Getting hit from a range that should have been impossible, then attacked by infantry who can tear you from your cockpit, is bound to cause fear to run rampant. From Sarah's report, her mistake was trusting one of her flanks to the militia, which cut and ran, compromising her position. Despite that, she was able to organize an orderly retreat and managed to salvage some of her Regimental Combat Team."

Richard nodded. "Yes, depending on green troops against the Clans may not be wise."

You son-of-a-bitch.

"Your point is taken, Marshal Regis." He glanced at his wife, "We too, would prefer our daughter not be forced to fight with half of her 'Mech force being trainees, but the strategic situation has not changed. You are smoother than Field Marshal Nondi Steiner, but my answer will be no different, and I do not appreciate the attempt at manipulation."

The man had the grace to look chastised.

"I had to make the attempt, Highness. The hopes of the Lyran people rest in your daughter."

I know.

Blackjack
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
August 1st 3050


The ceremony to bestow medals approved by Federated Commonwealth High Command was an opportunity to keep the radical fanaticism on Blackjack alive and well. I was a bit taken aback by the sheer energy of the people of Blackjack. My broadcast must have been like a match in a dry summer – it sparked the conflagration, but the essential building blocks for the wildfire were already in place. My worry was that, like a wildfire, it would burn out and leave nothing but sad ashes.

We can't have that until we've fought off the inevitable attack.

The good news was that nearly all the equipment and mercenaries I had hired had arrived and I'd be meeting with the retired Lyran MechWarriors after this ceremony. I said a few words, smiled for the cameras, and then pinned on the medals. The last on the list was Corporal Aaron Keegan. He was part of the crew of a Partisan Heavy Tank that had taken crippling damage. He had pulled another crewmember, who had lost consciousness free, and dragged him to safety despite the raging battle going on within Cuanger.

Hard to imagine that was nearly five months ago.

Keegan looked proud to be receiving the Federated Commonwealth Star, an award a step below the more prestigious Federated Commonwealth Medal of Honor, but still quite a big deal. Since you typically had to die in the line of duty to earn the Medal of Honor, I suspected he preferred the Star over the Medal of Honor in any case.

After a few more holovid poses and then a syrupy-sweet, choreographed scene of me hugging a few children and promising to protect them, I headed to my next meeting. Retired Lieutenant Colonel Hans Lautner was a man in his 80s, and despite his advancing years, he looked quite a bit like the old mascot for a chicken chain that had grown popular in Japan.

Ah yes, the spitting image of Colonel Sanders, but without the glasses.

The man wore an old, but pristine-looking, Lyran Commonwealth Armed Forces uniform. His own Dragonslayer's Ribbon was a 'medal' from the old Lyran Commonwealth for distinguished duty against the Draconis Combine. I had perused his record—he was good. Whether he was still good thirty years later was something I hoped to find out. He had brought with him a group of retired officers, four Kommandants, and a Hauptmann. All were in advancing years around his age, and all had heavy or assault 'Mechs.

Lautner piloted an early Succession War Atlas, and his companions piloted two Awesomes, a Zeus, an Orion, and a Warhammer. None of them had any of the new technology from NAIS, no double heat sinks, or better armor, but they were still deadly machines that could take a beating and hold a line.

Our meeting took place in one of my office's and he bowed gallantly.

"Princess Katherine Steiner, you remind me so much of your grandmother. You know she pinned this award on me herself! Never had a prouder day in my life."

I smiled at him, making a mental note of how he used a partial form of my last name. If I brought him on, he'd need to fix that quickly. I was a product of both parents, and the future Federated Commonwealth was the product of two nations.

"I read the commendation report; it was well earned. You not only made the right tactical call, but you also fought ferociously and slew the Kurita commander."

"Ah, so you are already familiar. I tell you, it is always darkest before the dawn, but when I saw…"

"Forgive me, as much as I would love to hear more, I do have a meeting with one of my Kommandants just after this one."

He gave a belly-laugh. "Oh, right, right, well, when duty calls, we must always answer. And when House Steiner calls, proud Lyran patriots will always answer."

"Indeed, and it is about that duty that I would like to speak to you of. The last time you fought in combat, I was not even a gleam in my mother's eyes. I would like you and your fellow patriots to log in some serious simulator time. Then, I'd like to use you as an ad hoc mercenary unit, or if you would care to join the AFFC. I can't promise you the rank that you were, but I could use an experienced commander to help mentor my newer staff officers."

His earlier demeanor sharpened, and he stood, giving a salute.

"Colonel, I stand ready to serve. This is likely to be my last hurrah, and I'd rather see it within my Atlas while my hands are still steady and my mind sharp."

The tonal shift was immediate. He didn't want to be a mercenary; he wanted to return to the military. Gone was the retired uncle facade; in its place stood a Lyran officer who still had his wits about him.

"I'm glad to hear it. Report for simulator duty, and afterward, I'll pick your brain some more to see where you might fit into my unit's rank structure. I can't give you all the commands you deserve but will be glad to make good use of your experience."

The man gave me a wolfish grin. "I'll be happy to beat any of these youngins with my Atlas. I may be half as sharp as I was, but that's still twice as keen as your average officer."

I'll wait for the results of the simulator exercise, but my read on him is that he's still in command of his faculties. As a prior XO of a full regiment, he would be perfect to slot in as Kommandant of my 'Mech battalion. Hauptmann LeBeau can learn from him, and when Hans re-retires, we will have a seamless transfer. I'll assess the others as well, but I have enough officers for my 'Mech companies already. Instead, they will likely be my anchor or brute squad when I need heavy firepower.

WarShip, White Aerie, Assault Orbit, Blackjack
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
August 9th​ 3050


Galaxy Commander Samantha Clees had entered orbit over the world of Blackjack, prepared to oversee the bidding between the Star Colonels she had chosen. Nearly her entire Galaxy was with her fleet, the lone exception being the First Falcon Striker Cluster, which was attacking the world of Goat Path simultaneously.

Star Colonel Marthe Pryde of the 2nd Falcon Jaegers had accomplished every objective she had been assigned flawlessly. She would be bidding against Star Colonel Evelyn Buhallin of the 305th Assault Cluster. They would be free to call upon the other Clusters gathered, such as the Fifth Battle Cluster, Gyrfalcon Eyrie Cluster, and the Gryfalcon Solahma Cluster. They could even include Stars from each other's Clusters, though that was not as common.

"The world of Blackjack is being defended by Katherine Steiner-Davion. She is the one who defeated Star Captain Diane Anu. After this world, we are scheduled to assault Devin and Denizli, so to ensure we can keep pace with our schedule, the cutdown for this world will be two Clusters."

"What forces defend?" Evelyn Buhallin asked.

"According to ComStar, the official units are the equivalent of 14 Stars of 'Mechs, 8 Stars of vehicles, less than a Star of Aerospace, and a large force of unarmored infantry. ComStar indicates an unknown number of lightly armed conventional aircraft. They also have 10 Stars of artillery, most of which are faulty and may self-implode."

Star Captain Nedra, one of the several Star Captains observing the bid, laughed. "Typical Spheroid incompetence."

Clees shook her head. "It was your Cluster that failed, do not think the shame Diane Anu inflicted on our Galaxy is not felt most strongly for the Fifth Battle Cluster. Be silent."

Nedra's jaw clicked shut as her eyes blazed.

Marthe, meanwhile, looked intrigued. "Will this Katherine try her ploy again?"

"If she does, she will be refused. Our Khan has instructed that no more of our technology can be given up in a batchall. This is a battle for a world, so a simple Star would not be an appropriate challenge."

"She is good, but I do not fear her," Evelyn Buhallin said simply. "Their stolen BattleMechs will make a small-scale battle more intriguing, but if we bid equal numbers, we are sure to win. We could skip over this planet quickly and restore our honor."

"No. We will not be led by the nose like an Ice Hellion. Do not underestimate her individual talent. If that were a Trial of Position, she would be a Star Captain on the day she became a Warrior. A larger conflict serves us, as they cannot have more than a Binary of our 'Mechs. I will not risk not taking this world. The cutdown is two full-strength Clusters."

A Jade Falcon fully equipped Cluster would typically have 45 'Mechs, 75 Elementals, and 30 Aerospace fighters. With two Clusters, it would be 90 'Mechs, 150 Elementals, and 60 Aerospace. An overwhelming force of 30 Stars. The cutdown was considered the minimum required to take a world. While officers could bid below the cutdown, they did so at their peril. Samantha Clees knew that even Marthe Pryde wouldn't do it, given the mood her commanding officer was in.

"Marthe Pryde, prepare your opening bid."

The Star Colonel pulled up her console and outright deleted all the assets of the Fifth Battle Cluster. It had been removed first, prior to the removal of the Gyrfalcon Solahma Cluster. It was a calculated insult.

No doubt she wishes to hone her talons by fighting a Trial of Grievance or two.

She removed more, and her opening bid consisted of 105 'Mechs, 150 Elementals, and 60 Aerospace fighters.

Evelyn Buhallin took her turn and removed similar units, though she kept elements of the Fifth Battle Cluster over the Solahma Cluster. Her bid took away one Star of Aerospace, leaving 105 'Mechs, 150 Elementals, and 50 Aerospace Fighters.

Marthe looked over at her peer and removed a Star of 'Mechs. Evelyn matched it and brought it to the cutdown with the removal of a Star of Elementals. Her final force composition was 100 'Mechs, 125 Elementals, and 50 Aerospace Fighters: 20 Stars of 'Mechs, 5 Stars of Elementals, and 5 Stars of Aerospace, which was still the 30 Stars required for the cutdown, just in a different configuration.

"Star Colonel Buhallin, you may proceed with the batchall. Remember, do not agree to forfeit any of our technology and do not get led into a small-scale fight for the planet. Your bid is two Clusters, regardless of what she chooses to defend the world with."

Samantha was annoyed by her Khan's orders. She knew why they were given. Too many setbacks had occurred. The prior wave had them only attacking three planets.

At this rate we will move even slower than the Ghost Bears.

Two Clusters felt criminal. No chances could be taken if they were to regain their momentum. Even Iota Galaxy had been moved from the Periphery, and they had been granted the unheard-of honor of being allowed to lead an assault on one of the worlds toward the end of this wave. She had mixed feelings about it. Yes, they were a Provisional Garrison Cluster and not properly considered part of her Khan's bid for an Invasion Corridor, but that assumed a Garrison Cluster remained on garrison duty. It felt… shameful. Almost Wolf-like.

With a shiver of revulsion, she returned to the other tasks of a Galaxy Commander while Buhallin prepared to assault Blackjack.

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Chapter 18

Blackjack
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
August 9th​ 3050


This was it. The Jade Falcons were here, and I was not nearly as ready as I wished. My men weren't as well-trained as I would have liked, not by half. Those operating the field guns were nothing but brave speedbumps. A similar issue existed with the conventional aircraft we had cobbled together – 36 Owls, otherwise known as Light Strike Fighters, which had basically no armor and were 10-ton fighters, each armed with an SRM-4. Added to that were seventy civilian aircraft, modified to hold quick-release unguided bombs on their wings.

I had tried hard to make use of all the resources available to me, but I had my doubts about some portions of my ad hoc units. I would be sacrificing precious human resources to inflict, at times, only minor damage on my opponent.

Hopefully they won't be needed at all.

The batchall was issued by a Star Colonel Evelyn Buhallin.

"This is Colonel Katherine Steiner-Davion, defending Blackjack for the Federated Commonwealth. I abhor waste; let us decide this with minimal cost to lives and material."

I had to wait for a response, since instant communication was not possible, even with them appearing over a nearby Pirate Point.

A sharp laugh came from the other end of the comm link.

"Not this time. What forces do you defend this world with?"

Damn it.

"Everything I have. I will send you the details and unit histories. You will have them momentarily. However, I still believe you should consider avoiding significant damage to this world and your forces. I have a great amount of artillery, and I am willing to forgo its use and honor Zellbrigen if we can come to an arrangement. As a gesture of good faith, I will offer you Safcon."

Come on…

"A Trial for a world requires a proper battle. Where is our battlefield?"

Damn it!

"In the interest of avoiding additional harm to the populace and its infrastructure, I have identified an area that is uninhabited. It is a rather large area full of industrial ruins and my own recent defenses and artillery emplacements. I will send you the coordinates, but the radius will be thirty kilometers, and you will not find it a pleasant ground to fight on. Star Colonel, there is also the matter of the prize for when I win. Given that this world has three continents and I have even more forces to draw on, I believe a tripling of the prize I won on Wotan is appropriate. Three Stars of 'Mechs, three Points of Elementals, six members of the Tech Caste, and safe departure from this world at any time within three weeks of my victory."

I was hedging my bet, as I still did not intend to leave Blackjack. But having the opportunity to do so if things looked grim would be a useful backup.

"No. There will be no more technology given to you."

I waited for more, but there wasn't anything.

"That hardly seems honorable, what would you consider of equal value?"

"I can offer you safe passage away from the system."

"That is not equivalent value! My counteroffer is that I retain my right to safe departure, but I also receive all the captured AFFC soldiers your Clan has taken since this invasion began."

A long pause, longer than the time it would take just due to the delay.

"Logistically, that would be difficult. I can offer you prisoners from a single world of your choice."

I thought quickly. This could bolster my image, but I needed something more.

"Two worlds, safe passage, and this planet can be used to receive said prisoners and allow time for their reconstitution and rehabilitation into our military. Clan Jade Falcon will refrain from attacking the Blackjack system for a period of three years. I would rather not have to fight multiple Trials of Possession in a row."

I waited, a bit anxious, I had no idea if they would tolerate that sort of agreement.

"Two years, and the return of what you call prisoners can take up to six months so that it does not impact my Clan's timetable."

I thought it over. This was probably the best possible deal I could get, but I tried one more time for something different.

"I can agree to those terms, but remember this Trial will not be pleasant. Because you refuse to limit the forces to a small battle, I will rain artillery down on you. Mines have been placed on the field, though not in your landing area. Thousands of volunteer soldiers would rather give their lives swarming you than see this world fall. It will be a bloody, honorless battle, and even should you win, you will see your military might degraded. Or… you can show your Clan superiority. Fight me, one-on-one for this world. Or, if that is not to your liking, your Command Star against mine, equal tonnage. An equal battle – prove your genetic line is greater. Face me or face ignoble death."

This was an incredible risk, but I was confident I could win any solo engagement. I had Star Colonel Diane Anu's entire combat history, and she routinely defeated others amongst the Clans. Aiko and Gregory were good – very good – and they could hold their own. With defender's choice for the battleground, I would also stack the deck further. And since I had not, in this offer, agreed to follow Zellbrigen for a Star-on-Star battle, those critical first moments of the battle could sway it inexorably toward my side.

A very long pause, followed by a disappointed-sounding voice. "No, I have my orders. We will land within two days, and then the trial will begin. Bargained well and done."

"Bargained well and done. Send me your bid when it is completed."

"It is already done, I will send you the unit and warrior histories, now."

Already done?

As the data came through, my eyes bugged out. Two whole clusters? 100 'Mechs, 125 Elementals, and 50 Aerospace fighters? Where was their bidding? Where was their attempt at using the minimal forces needed to take a world? Those damned hypocritical cheats!

I took a calming breath. This was fine. I had a plan, with defenses in place and more than a few nasty surprises. I had bid everything on this world in defense, and I had meant it. I knew the terrain; in fact, we had designed portions of it to funnel enemy forces to where we wanted them!

"All units, it is showtime. We have two days for final preparations. Everyone has their orders. Light the chemical fires and begin Operation: KRIEGSNEBEL. Begin moving material with our DropShips and begin Operation: BOLLWERK."

As my soldiers saw to their assigned tasks, I would be piloting my custom Phoenix Hawk. My Gargoyle would go unpiloted for now, but if my Phoenix Hawk took moderate to significant damage, I would switch 'Mechs. This was going to be a battle of attrition, and with the Fortress DropShip laying near the center of the urban complex with its 'Mech repair bays, I could even see myself switching multiple times as necessary. The DropShip's Long Tom and extensive other weaponry would be a boon as well.

Aiko would be piloting the Summoner. The heavy OmniMech's jump jets would allow her to keep up with me in the urban wasteland. My command would be quite dispersed, but that was fine with me. We knew the paths to tread to avoid the mines and other nasty surprises I had in store. There would be several avenues where effective pursuit would only be possible with jump jets. And should pursuit make it across the same area we were jumping over… well all the better.

Despite all my preparations, I wasn't sure it would be enough. A lot would depend on the enemy Clan commander and how they responded to the industrial wasteland environment. My biggest worries were the Elementals and the Aerospace fighters. They would control the skies until I could bait them into my flak. I had a few ways of doing so, but we'd have to see if they were as foolish as the Wolf Clan had been.

Blackjack
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
August 11th 3050


Star Colonel Evelyn Buhallin was displeased with the area she would be fighting in – over 2,800 square kilometers filled to the brim with debris, refuse, and random fires. The fires themselves did not seem likely to spread over concrete and steel, but the harsh chemicals were playing havoc with their sensors.

At least it is not poisonous. In the short-term.

The other difficulty were the ruins of tall buildings that prevented easy sight lines. Other areas that had once been massive factories, now laid derelict and filled with rusted scrap.

The two Clusters she had brought were spread out yet still close enough to provide support if necessary. As they searched for their foes, they remained wary of ambushes. She sent two Stars of Aerospace fighters to provide reconnaissance. They reported that the abandoned industrial complexes were interspersed with bunkers. They also noted the presence of runways, but only in one area did they see any aircraft. They requested permission to strike, but Evelyn feared a trap.

"Star Colonel," reported Star Commander Grady from Trinary Charlie, "we have movement on our sensors – estimate of a Star of 'Mechs."

Trinary Charlie consisted entirely of light 'Mechs, making it perfect for scouting.

"Send the coordinates, but do not engage. Move along the outskirts of the complex and remain wary of ambush. I am deploying Trinary Bravo of the Fifth Battle Cluster to secure the area."

With both 'Mechs and Elementals, Trinary Bravo was well-equipped to handle an ambush. As Evelyn advanced in her Summoner, the ground suddenly shook – a mine had detonated within 200 meters of her. The Hellbringer that had triggered it sustained only minor damage, but the explosion forced the formation to slow their advance, proceeding with greater caution.

Filthy devices.

"Enemy has leapt across the ruins," Star Commander Grady reported. "They have a Summoner – three mediums. Engaging now."

She radioed Star Captain Hogan Thastus of Trinary Bravo to advance with all haste.

Grady's Star consisted of three Kit Foxes and two Adders, all 35 tons or less. The Summoner will prove dangerous to them.

"Filthy surats!" Grady cursed a few moments later. "They combined their fire on Lydia's Adder, and after destroying her 'Mech, they jumped back over the ruin. We inflicted only minor damage, but I see a path we can take to follow."

"Neg, wait for reinforcements."

Other scouts, directly ahead of her, had located a clearer path that wasn't as arduous to traverse. The boom of an artillery cannon shattered her focus. The massive shell struck near their position but didn't hit anyone. The crater left by the explosion indicated it was heavy artillery.

Heavy artillery – did Katherine lie about the weaponry she had on hand in what she forwarded to us?

One artillery cannon was not a concern. The Thumpers, light artillery, would still be a threat, but their limited numbers shouldn't cause too much damage. She hoped ComStar's data about the new artillery the enemy had was accurate. Dying from fire launched kilometers away was no way for a warrior to meet their end.

Blackjack
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
August 11th 3050


Point Commander Garric of Bravo Nova of Trinary Bravo was eager to erase the shame that Star Colonel Diane Anu had brought upon the Cluster. Everyone in the Cluster was grateful to Star Colonel Evelyn Buhallin for including them in the bid to take this world. The Spheroids were using their barbarous ways. To think that four heavier 'Mechs had ganged up to destroy a single light 'Mech before fleeing boiled his blood.

A Point should fight a Point. He and the other four Elementals he led would work as a team – but only the five of them, no more. He and his Point disembarked from the Hellbringer that had carried them and advanced over the concrete debris that had once been a city. Even with the hellish smoke and shattered ruins, he thought the world was far finer than most back home. The Inner Sphere was truly a place of vast riches, governed by the worst of humanity.

A full Star of Elementals had crested the top, and Garric reported in to Trinary Command.

"Star Captain, we have spotted four 'Mechs retreating. Moving to identified sector Charlie to sweep for explosives. We will–"

He was cut off as he saw one of his Elementals fall backward. From his angle, he could see the thin visor shattered by a smoking hole.

Based on the trajectory of the shot, he pinpointed that it came from the building at 7 o'clock. He relayed orders, and the Elementals swarmed toward the building. Some lifted off using their miniature jump jets, while others dashed from cover to cover, raising their armored arms to shield their faceplates.

Garric easily scaled the ruins. The building was twelve stories tall, and he and his team would have no trouble sweeping it clean and finding the surat coward who had fired from hiding. As the Elementals stepped into the building on various floors – many with sections of walls missing – several explosive devices detonated.

Garric was within five meters of one and was blasted back, his armor taking light damage from the concussive force of the C4 explosion. The bigger problem was the building collapsing. He saw one Elemental caught beneath tons of ferroconcrete before they could jet away. Garric managed to escape, as did most of the others. A neighboring Point had two Elementals trapped, but they were still alive thanks to their suits.

Is the sniper dead or did they somehow get away immediately after shooting?

His Star Commander, Jo Thastus, ordered a Point to clear the debris and rescue the buried Elementals while checking for possible exfiltration points the sniper could have taken. A minute later, artillery shells whined through the air and came down on the collapsed building. The artillery wasn't powerful – even a direct hit was probably survivable – but multiple shells struck, and the combined fire slew one of Garric's Elementals along with others from other Points.

Filthy barbarians! Was this planned?

"Contact!" his comms chirped. "Enemies in Elemental battle armor suits," came a furious voice. "The coward fired once and is fleeing."

Garric radioed, "This is a trap! They will retreat to building that will explode as well."

New orders had them pulling back. Star Colonel Evelyn Buhallin was calling in an airstrike to clear a path, trigger other traps, and detonate any hidden explosives.

At least a full Point of Elementals had been slain, along with the Adder, and nothing from the enemy was lost, save for possibly a single sniper. The massive Elemental shook his head in disgust. Perhaps this slow approach was wrong. A Falcon was meant to strike like lightning. Let those surats trigger their traps; they would overcome them and then come to grips. Better than this slow bleeding of their strength.

He said as much to his Star Commander, who shared a similar mind. They would follow orders regardless of what they thought of them. Eventually, Command had to see that suffering attrition like this was not sustainable.

Blackjack
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
August 11th 3050


Marco Stevens hunkered down as best he could. He technically had some arms training from showing up once a year for a week of 'camp,' but beyond that, there was little he knew of warfare. However, when the Princess herself came on the holovid and swore to die before she let these Jade Birdies take Blackjack, how could he do less?

His role wasn't glamorous; he was no 'Mech jock or anything. He was part of a squad on the outer portion. All he and his crew had to do was help reload the SRM launcher, watch for movement, and have one guy on comms. He had been issued a rifle but was told that the caliber of it wasn't even strong enough to pierce the visor of a Toad. Basically, it could only be of any use to distract or in the event the Toad had already suffered damage that broke part of its armor. Still, it felt good to have it in his hands.

Earlier, some 'Mechs had passed by, but they were friendlies. The comms guy told them that it was likely the Toads would be coming here next. Their job, along with a dozen other SRM teams, was to unleash hell. If 'Mechs showed up instead, they were to hunker down or run, depending on what was happening.

It turned out, neither occurred. Explosions rang out.

Bombers!

Marco hadn't heard them approach, so it probably meant they weren't dive-bombing. He had been told by the infantry veteran that they had anti-aircraft assets in the area, but he didn't think they could reach the enemy if they were in the clouds.

He clenched his teeth as the ground rattled and shook. Would a bomb hit his unit? Was he going to die before even firing a single shot? Explosions rippled nearby, but none hit the cover they were crouching in, though they were coming closer. One of his squad mates lost his cool and ran out, away from the building, heading for the ladder they had used to get up to their position.

Marco thought about joining him, but then an explosion ripped all thought from him.

When he came to, he was barely conscious. Blood ran down the side of his face, and horrible pain greeted him. The building he had been in was on the ground, and only by luck had he not been killed. He had still fallen three stories, and both his legs were broken, as was his arm. Above him, he saw the little Owl planes buzzing around. He saw one explode and sent up a prayer for the pilot.

With a bloody grin, he saw the Birdie Aerospace fighters scatter the smaller conventional aircraft, only to be greeted in turn by the sky lighting up with autocannon fire. Marco didn't know all that much, but he knew that small bits of metal striking fast-moving flying things was a recipe for disaster. And by the sounds of it, a lot of metal was filling the skies. He saw several massive Aerospace fighters lose complete control and crash to the ground.

Blackjack lives!

Blackjack
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
August 11th 3050


MechWarrior Drack was just happy to be included in such a priority invasion. While Blackjack was not important, the fact that Katherine Steiner-Davion was on the planet had made it a combat assignment anyone would wish for. The Cluster he was a part of was not Solamha, but it was second-line. As a warrior who had just acknowledged the 30th anniversary of his decanting day, he was eager to be part of something big and be given the chance to be recognized. He had never been sponsored for a Bloodname. There was still time, but it was running out, and it did not help that he was not even piloting an OmniMech.

He was operating something better than these Spheroids, at least. The 'Mech itself was hundreds of years old, a remnant from the old Star League Defense Force. The Lancelot was 60 tons, and for armaments, it had one PPC, two large lasers, and a medium laser. He was covetous of his Star Commander's superior weaponry in his Executioner.

They had already faced enemy hovercraft that had attacked and then retreated. They were fast and knew exactly what path to take to avoid pursuit. Their unique method of movement meant they did not trigger the surat mines that had been placed along their path of retreat. It was maddening.

At least I destroyed one with my arsenal before it could retreat.

In their first 'real' battle of the day, they had stumbled upon a trio of bunkers with unarmored infantry in them shooting autocannons at them. Behind those bunkers were less than a Star of medium 'Mechs and a little more than a Star of vehicles firing short-range missiles and autocannons. They had made short work of the 'Mechs despite their good use of cover. The vehicles had retreated, and Drack finally vented his vengeance on the Spheroids who had been firing their guns at him during the entire engagement.

It had not done much damage to his armor, but between that and the damage from the missiles, it had taken one of his large lasers offline. It was infuriating how they fought, and one of his Star-mates had her 'Mech destroyed and then killed in the crossfire.

She was fun to couple with. I will take great pleasure in destroying you filthy ants.

The bunker survived for a few moments longer before the sustained power of BattleMechs reduced it to slag and cinders. It was time to move on. Heavy fighting was occurring elsewhere, and Drack was eager to be a part of it.

Fresh orders rang out: heavy fighting, and a unit needed assistance. Their Star Captain ordered them to move faster and relieve the warriors of the 305th Assault Cluster. Drack looked around and saw there were only eight other 'Mechs of their Trinary still with them.

More than a Star lost!

There was a barricade of debris in front of them, but it was surmountable even without jump jets. As they crossed over the rocky terrain, sensor warnings flashed as SRMs lashed out from the ground.

More ants!

They had scattered quickly after firing their missiles but that would not save them.

"Ignore the infantry and stay on me," his commander instructed. As they pushed their 'Mechs as fast as they dared, the sensors flared as they got close enough to the battle to pierce through the electronic jamming, chemical smoke, magnetized strips hanging everywhere, and randomized heat signatures flared in nearly all the buildings as they passed. After passing all that, Drack finally saw the fight they were joining.

Broken 'Mechs, vehicles, and Elementals littered the ground. The main fight seemed to be against aging Inner Sphere heavy 'Mechs and a mass of armored vehicles firing low-caliber autocannons. As his Star Commander divvied up targets, more enemy 'Mechs were picked up on their sensors.

Ice Ferret, Timber Wolf, Summoner, Hellbringer, and an Inner Sphere Phoenix Hawk.

Drack suspected the Timber Wolf or the Summoner might even be Katherine! If he could defeat her, he would be sure to be sponsored for a Bloodname! Instead, his Star Commander indicated he was to deal with the Phoenix Hawk. Biting his cheek in rage, he momentarily hoped whoever fought Katherine failed to bring her down so he could.

No, this is wrong. The Clan before all.

Annoyed at himself and the situation, he only had a moment to target the enemy 'Mech before it glided past him with stunning speed, ripping lasers into him as his own missed. He twisted the Lancelot around to try to hit it, but somehow it had turned faster than a 'Mech moving at that velocity should be able to. A cloud of dust and debris was kicked up as it practically drifted across the ground while it circled. Continuing his turn he also twisted his torso to line up his weapons.

I have you now!

The shot was difficult, but Drack was a Trueborn Warrior, his sibko a mixture of the Pryde and Hazen bloodlines. He would not let some Spheroid pilot best him with this strange movement! He managed to connect with his remaining large laser, which clipped the leg, and his medium laser struck it in the torso. Scorched armor burned down the 'Mech, scarring its frame.

The return strike was deadly accurate; lasers ripped through the already damaged right torso, exposing his internal structure, and damaging the PPC housed there.

Stravag!

As he continued to turn his 'Mech to try to keep his sure-footed opponent within sight of his guns, his cockpit flared in warning. An ER PPC, SRMs, LRMs, and a slew of lasers ripped into the back of his 'Mech. The weaker rear armor tore apart as no less than three 'Mechs opened fire on his exposed backside while he had turned his 'Mech to keep the Phoenix Hawk in front of him. That much damage killed his engine and his gyroscope. He didn't even bother ejecting as his 'Mech tumbled face-down into the ground.

It was over. He had lost to filthy Spheroids. There would be no recognition for him after the battle was eventually won. Drack had been cheated of his chance to earn a Bloodname. His comms system was still active, even if everything else was dead. It was always the last system to keep power, even when the fusion engine died, for clear reasons. As he listened in, he realized in growing horror that perhaps the battle would not be won by the Jade Falcons.

Blackjack
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
August 11th 3050


Star Colonel Evelyn Buhallin sat wide-eyed in her cockpit. How were her forces taking so many casualties? She took stock of what she had left and felt shame boil within her.

My opening bid, thanks to Star Colonel Pryde's initial bid, was only 105 'Mechs, 150 Elementals, and 50 Aerospace Fighters. If I contact her, I can only deploy a single Nova – just five 'Mechs and 25 Elementals.

She unfortunately had to do it. The forces were already on the planet and by the DropShips. It would not take them long to get here. In the meantime, she assessed what she had left. Unit integrity had been lost, as nearly every Star that had seen combat had lost multiple Points. Entire Stars had been destroyed as well.

Her primary 'Mech force consisted of her Cluster Command Star with only minimal damage, along with another 40 'Mechs in various levels of combat readiness. Her Aerospace fighters had helped clear a path, but when confronted by the enemy conventional fighters, they had slaughtered whole Stars of the enemy. However, it had proven to be a costly mistake. The enemy had baited her Aerospace Stars into the range of concentrated flak fire. According to the pilots who managed to escape, no less than a hundred separate guns had filled the sky with deadly metal storm.

Some of their tanks have four of those guns attached, so it wasn't that many resources devoted to it, but operating in atmosphere is always dangerous for Aerospace.

It wasn't just flak that had struck back, however. Despite the haze, PPCs, lasers, and LRMs had added to the toll as well.

She had lost almost four Stars, leaving only 12 Aerospace fighters remaining. The enemy also had a small unit of Aerospace assets, and when they appeared, they strafed the Elementals like the cowards they were. When her own Aerospace units tried to intercept, they flew back over where the enemy AA guns had massed, and she had called them off. The entire battle was giving her a massive headache.

The status of her Elementals was even more dire. The vast majority had been killed. They had crushed the enemy infantry at every turn, but sniper fire, C4 explosions, falling buildings, and even that damn Aerospace strafing had steadily mounted casualties among them. She had roughly 30 Elementals left, just a little more than a Star. The fights they had to face were maddening. Estimates ranged from several hundred to over two thousand of the enemy 'warriors,' if they could even be called that, slain. Killing someone without even Elemental armor seemed more like putting down a lower Caste mob than engaging in a true battle.

Communication with Star Colonel Marthe Pryde had, for once, not been a chore. She had graciously allowed Evelyn's initial bid to be deployed, with the only condition being that Katherine Steiner-Davion would be her prize.

The only thing worth taking on this rock.

There was a clear path for her reinforcements to take, and once they neared, Evelyn gave the order to advance. The array of battle and the layout of where the heavy artillery was coming from were close. There would no doubt be more unworthy traps, but she still had a Star and a half of the Gyrfalcon Eyrie Cluster to send ahead at full speed to trigger them.

She would come behind with her Cluster Command Star and punch through whatever defenses they had left. Victory could still be within their grasp. She ordered her Aerospace fighters, now that they had refueled, to circle the sky and be ready to join when called upon.

She winced as a direct hit struck an already damaged Crab 'Mech from the Star League era. With almost no armor left, it was torn to shreds when the artillery shell hit. Moving slightly around the victim of the strike, she urged her warriors onward.

Instead of growing denser with mines and ambushes, the inner ring of her opponent's defense was almost peaceful. Debris had been cleared to either side.

Was this meant to be a sally point for a charge? Or is there something else I'm missing that these underhanded freebirths have in store?

The debris field began to curve. She had some Elementals hop off and ascend it to see if there were 'Mechs lined up at the top, out of sight. There weren't, but they reported seeing 'Mechs about a klick out. As the path curved again, the effort was repeated. The artillery fired, and she saw a Summoner take some minor damage.

Every second we wait, more of our armor is chipped away.

She issued the order to move at maximum speed. The Star ahead of her ran into little more than a company of medium tanks, which quickly retreated as they fired their small autocannons. Beyond them, there were more 'Mechs, but they weren't within range of either side. As her own Summoner moved forward, the ground quivered oddly, almost as if...

No!

An explosion sounded from beneath, and the very ground collapsed beneath her. She fired her jump jets and flew up to safety, but the rest of her Star, along with at least three additional Stars behind her, fell into the pit. She turned her 'Mech to look down and saw it wasn't a terribly far fall; almost all the 'Mechs had survived, though some had damaged legs. The true issue was that ascending out of the massive pit would prove difficult... and the whistling of nearly a hundred artillery shells coalescing on the pit was unmistakable.

The pit was coated in artillery fire. One large boom, followed by half a dozen medium ones and an almost innumerable number of smaller-caliber explosions, shattered her Cluster's 'Mechs. A third of her force was in the pit and would soon be dead. The massive wave of firepower was inescapable. She ordered those 'Mechs with jump jets to either cross if they could make it or jump over the mass of debris to the sides and walk over. Meanwhile, she had a fight to win as enemy 'Mechs advanced.

She took aim at one of the tanks, her computer indicating it was a Vedette. She had chosen Configuration D for her OmniMech based on the battle she anticipated facing during this deployment. Her primary weapons were energy-based: two ER large lasers and two ER medium lasers. Since she knew the enemy had a significant number of unarmored infantry, the configuration also gave her two machine guns. For personal protection, she also had an anti-missile system.

Her lasers stabbed out and penetrated the vehicle's armor, causing it to begin smoking and freezing in place. Meanwhile, an all-out brawl was taking place between what was left of the Stars she had borrowed from the Gyrfalcon Eyrie Cluster and the enemy 'Mechs and armor. Greatly outnumbered and already badly wounded, their inferior stravag opponents were securing kill after kill. Even lowly 'Mechs like a Commando were deadly when her warrior's internals were visible to the naked eye.

The enemy 'Mechs that arrived first were of the medium and light variety, but soon more massive 'Mechs showed up, including a Zeus and a Marauder. Coming to her aid were two more Summoners and twenty Elementals, but the other half of her non-jump-capable 'Mechs could not reinforce them.

I need to find another way around.

Ordering the retreat she fired her jump jets and sought for a place to advance.

One of her Star Commanders suggested they break off debris and form a ramp to get to the other side of the impromptu walls that had been created. She cursed the lack of hands for most of her 'Mechs, but they scrambled to achieve it. The artillery continued firing, and they took more and more losses. However, as they finished the ramp and pushed forward with what they had left, they charged into the inner circle of the enemy defense. Sensors indicated that only a thin wall and scattered chemical fires separated them from a massive enemy formation.

They may have too much left to face, but attempting to retreat now would guarantee our failure.

They fired their weapons at the wall, tearing a hole with laser and PPC strikes. It crumpled, and they pushed through into the arms of death.

Recessed into another pit was a Fortress DropShip. The Star Colonel realized that Katherine had not lied about her artillery. She had even included the Fortress DropShip and all the other DropShips on the world as part of her defense. The Fortress DropShip had a Long Tom built into it, allowing it to serve as fire support after it landed and disgorged 'Mechs. Along with the Long Tom, it also had six PPCs, two AC/20s, five AC/5s, fourteen missile launchers of various types, and twenty-four lasers of varied types. Not all of those weapons could point at them at the same time, as they were distributed around the DropShip, but many could.

As PPCs and missiles rained down, the rest of the enemy force came into view. Anchored by a set of bunkers on either side that held autocannons in field gun-mounts, they also had to contend with the enemy's heavy firepower. Four massive 80-ton tanks with unmistakable twin AC/20s raced forward.

Elsewhere, two Awesomes and a Warhammer added their own PPC damage, while a venerable Atlas closed in. Behind them was a Gargoyle, firing ER PPCs with pinpoint accuracy.

Katherine, have you been hiding all this time? Letting your infantry die in droves and bleeding us white at every chance you get? How despicable.

Around the Gargoyle was another knot of Clan 'Mechs: a Summoner, a Timber Wolf, a Kit Fox, and a Hellbringer. Star Colonel Evelyn Buhallin called in her Aerospace support and saw she wasn't the only one. The sky was filled with conventional aircraft, though they didn't even look armed. She clicked her comms and issued a challenge to Katherine, even as missiles streaked toward her. Her AMS fired and intercepted many, but over two dozen from multiple 'Mechs peppered her armor, as did autocannon fire from one of the bunkers and a PPC from an Awesome.

"I offered you a chance to settle this one-on-one before, and you declined it. Shall we try a secondary batchall? You have already lost this Trial of Possession, and I have no intention of granting you safe passage back to your DropShips, even if you surrender. However, we can fight for these stakes. You defeat me, you can return to your DropShips with your warriors and your 'Mechs. If I defeat you, your MechWarriors and Elementals, those that you have left, will exit their machines, and surrender them to us. Your people will be returned, but we will keep all your 'Mechs and Elemental suits."

Evelyn cursed and launched her 'Mech into the air, past the Demolisher tanks, racing for Katherine. "I am a Jade Falcon warrior! I fear no foe, but I will not give you any of our technology. Face me yourself, or prove your cowardice. No terms!"

In response, two ER PPCs and a large pulse laser from Katherine were joined by another sixty LRMs, followed by more autocannon fire, medium lasers, and an AC/20 from the Atlas, which was further joined by SRMs and Inner Sphere PPC fire. Her 'Mech was not destroyed; it was annihilated. The last sight the leader of the 305th Assault Cluster saw was fiery explosions heralding her death.

Chapter Text

WarShip, White Aerie, Assault Orbit, Blackjack
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
August 13th 3050


Galaxy Commander Samantha Clees hid her reaction from the others on the command deck as she grasped the full weight of the disaster at Blackjack. Over two full Clusters had been annihilated. The 305th Assault Cluster was gone – completely wiped out – while both the 5th Battle Cluster and the Gyrfalcon Eyrie Cluster had been gutted. What little remained of the two, even when combined with her own Galaxy Command Star, could barely form a single Cluster of marginal strength. Now, her only remaining forces beyond that combined Cluster were the Second Falcon Jaegers Cluster, led by Marthe Pryde, and the Gyrfalcon Solahma Cluster.

The First Falcon Strike Cluster was currently deployed on another planet, leaving her with the strength of perhaps two and a half Clusters aboard her current fleet. To add to their problems, they were obligated to return all AFFC personnel taken on Wotan and Winfield. Winfield was a minor burden, but the Wotan fighters – if they could be called that – numbered in the thousands. Their equipment would not be returned, of course, but transporting them all to Blackjack would still require significant resources.

Samantha Clees could very well lose the command she had worked hard to achieve. The saKhan appreciated her talents, and the Khan was not antagonistic toward her because he knew she was content in her role as Galaxy Commander and did not make waves. But someone had to answer for this debacle.

I must move on to my other targets swiftly. I will take the field and ensure our strikes are true. We will be understaffed, but aside from this Katherine Steiner-Davion, we have yet to face a true challenge to our might.

As she gathered her command and recalibrated the timing and strategy for seizing the worlds assigned to them, Marthe interrupted her.

"You have failed the Jade Falcons, Galaxy Commander. I challenge you to a Trial of Grievance for your failures on Wotan and Blackjack. You have shamed the Gyrfalcon Galaxy."

Samantha was stunned by the challenge. This was not like sibkin challenges, where an immediate drawing of a Circle of Equals would frequently occur. Challenging a superior officer typically required approval from the Clan Council or one of the Khans. During an invasion like this, she was even further shielded from having to accept.

Marthe had chosen her time well, however. Samantha knew her fate already teetered in the balance; if she showed weakness, it would give Khan Elias Critchell even more reason to doubt her position as Galaxy Commander. However, if she accepted and won, it would be much easier to smooth over the failures and place the blame on her dead Star Colonel. She would have demonstrated strength and resilience by fending off an immediate challenge.

Samantha eyed the Star Colonel. Pryde was taller than her and had the sharp eyes of their Clan's namesake. Her lean form was well-defined, but Samantha knew she had the greater strength. Even if she lost the Trial of Grievance, it would not cost her the position of Galaxy Commander – that decision rested with the Khan – but it would not help her cause. That truth did not matter here, though.

She intends to kill me in her victory. She will then be acting commander of Gyrfalcon Galaxy for the next planetary invasions since Star Colonel Rard Hoyt is still on Goat Path. Marthe would later still have to win the Trial of Position against the other Star Colonels, but she would be guaranteed an opportunity.

It was rare to kill in the Circle of Equals, but it was always permitted. The fight would continue until the circle was breeched, or one yielded.

"Are you sure you wish to challenge me? Perhaps if you had bid more strongly, this disaster would have been averted," Samantha said, buying herself time to think with the veiled insult.

"I am sure, Galaxy Commander."

If I refuse, I will lose this command. I can feel it.

"Un-augmented, here and now." Samantha Clees lifted her chin, her eyes locked onto the Star Colonel's.

"Bargained well and done."

The vicious smirk on her subordinate's face made Samantha even more glad she had accepted. She was looking forward to wiping it off.

A space was cleared and a table removed from the spartan briefing room. A circle was drawn and the two sized each other up. Unsurprising, Marthe went on the attack first. Her fist lashed out, but Samantha kept her guard up and blocked, while immediately responding by moving in close and attempting a powerful strike to her opponent's midsection.

Marthe twisted aside, avoiding the worst of it, and struck out at Samantha again. The two traded blows, with Samantha blocking the rapid-fire onslaught while returning attacks with vicious power. A devastating kick to Marthe's leg sent her to the floor of the WarShip, but the agile Star Colonel rolled to her feet before Samantha could capitalize.

The Galaxy Commander pressed in trying to keep the fight close, now she was on the offensive, hammering blows into Marthe. Her greater strength came to the fore as she connected solidly several times. She turned one block into a grab of Marthe's arm, twisting it and sending her opponent to the ground. Her knee crashed down onto Marthe's rib cage, and Marthe grunted.

"Yield your dispute with me, Marthe," Samantha demanded, still holding the arm and pinning her knee to Marthe's rib. "The dishonor of the loss on Blackjack is felt heavily, but there will be more battles to redeem our name."

Marthe coughed, and some blood dribbled from her lip.

"This softness is why we have faced these failures!"

Marthe snarled and attempted to punch Samantha with her free hand. The angle was poor, and Samantha simply lifted to avoid it. Marthe immediately tried to break the grip on her arm, but Samantha had been expecting that. She twisted again, painfully dislocating Marthe's elbow before throwing her back onto the deck.

"Last chance, I don't want to lose a warrior of your caliber to serious injury." Samnatha warned.

Marthe slowly got to her feet, cradling her arm.

"A true Jade Falcon never surrenders!" Marthe charged at Samantha, letting out a screeching war cry as she came. Samantha readied her guard, but she was surprised by an unorthodox tactic. Marthe came hurtling in with a flying knee to the face. Normally, such a move would leave the attacker very vulnerable and have a limited chance of success. Once the feet left the floor, there was no way to alter the landing. Samantha knew all this, and she knew her opponent had suffered a painful injury, combined it made her not expect such an attack.

At the last second, Samantha flinched away, but Marthe's knee still crunched painfully into her cheek, and the Galaxy Commander hit the ground, slightly dazed. Marthe wasted no time, stomping down on her midsection and driving the air from Samantha's lungs. She managed to roll away, but as she rose to her feet, Marthe landed a brutal kick to the side of her knee, destroying the ligament.

Samantha grunted in pain and tried to scoot away, reaching for the edge of the chalked in Circle of Equals. Once she was out of it, the attack had to stop. Marthe clearly had no intention of letting her. Samantha was on her back, and for a fight, that was bad. With two good legs, she could put up a defense, but not with one. As she kicked out, Marthe sidestepped and stomped down again. Samantha tried to block, but the boot smashed into her wrist painfully.

Marthe quickly circled around, and again Samantha moved, trying to use her one leg to spring toward the edge of the circle. But Marthe was relentless, cutting her off and delivering a brutal side kick to her face as Samantha tried to rise. She felt teeth fly from her mouth.

No… not like this.

The last thing Galaxy Commander Samantha Clees saw was Star Colonel Marthe Pryde's boot coming to finish her off for good.

Blackjack
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
August 14th 3050


The casualty figures were grim. Between the WIA and KIA, we lost a lot of people out there. In the end, I had put together two ersatz regiments of infantry to bolster Colonel Withers' proper infantry regiment. Those two volunteer regiments suffered over 50% casualties; in many cases, they had been straight-up massacred by bombing runs, Elementals, or when 'Mechs blew up their bunkers.

Colonel Withers' units fared better, suffering only around 30% casualties. Some of the aerospace fighters were damaged, but they suffered no casualties. They had come in at the end, after the distracted Clan aerospace fighters lost most of their craft, shot down by our AA guns while they slaughtered my civilian aircraft who had been retrofitted with manual-release bombs. Those and my brave atmospheric conventional fighter pilots suffered over 80% casualties, the highest percentage loss of life of all my units, though in raw numbers, it was nothing compared to the infantry.

My armor had fared very well. They had rarely engaged in stand-up fights outside of a few occasions they had needed or been forced to stand and fight. I lost two companies' worth and had moderate to heavy damage on another two. My 'Mechs fared as well as could be expected, with most of the casualties coming from the former Star Guards and the trainees in the Blackjack Training Battalion. Light and medium 'Mechs simply did not last long against the Clans. Still, most of the MechWarriors had survived; it was just their 'Mechs that had been downed.

An important part of every post-battle operation was the salvage, and our operations were well underway. Most 'Mechs that were 'destroyed' could be salvaged to some extent. Sometimes, it wasn't worth the effort or possible to rebuild them, and those 'Mechs would be stripped completely down and used for spare parts for others. We should be able to recover at least a third of our own destroyed 'Mechs and perhaps 15% of the Clan 'Mechs. Not all of those 'Mechs were the vast improvements in technology like their OmniMechs; some of them were old Star League designs. Those old 'Mechs had more kick than most Inner Sphere ones to be sure, but weren't up to the same level of speed and lethality as what the Clans had shown us so far.

We did lose one of the Kit Foxes, and that was a disappointment, but Nick Westfield was confident he could cobble together enough Clan 'Mechs to form two lances. Summoners and Hellbringers were common enough, and he felt he could get two of each up and running. The light 'Mechs were almost always Kit Foxes, but there were a few other variants. Ultimately, he was confident he could get three Kit Foxes and one Adder functioning at around 95% efficiency. I was especially happy to hear it when we found a Timber Wolf with a destroyed engine and gyro, but with two working legs! The assistance of the two members of the Falcons Tech Caste had proven invaluable, and they also seemed to be happy to be here as well. They didn't have much military intelligence, but I had gained valuable insight into what life was like for non-warriors in the Clans.

Elementals were another area where we were suddenly filled with riches. Gustav accounted for four kills all on his own. The four hastily trained would-be snipers he had mentored didn't manage to kill any, but their actions did cause the Elementals to noticeably slow their approach. There had also been three police snipers who participated, and one of them scored a kill. Additionally, we had a professional mercenary, who was no doubt a member of the Blackjack criminal element, who also scored a kill-shot.

Most of the other Elemental suits were total losses, but we had gotten pretty good at jury-rigging component parts together from those suits. All told, we would be able to field an additional 10 to 15 suits, and I was thrilled with it. Even if we could only get ten, the rest of the spare parts and pieces would serve to repair what we had in case of battle damage. I was also contemplating whether I needed to restructure the sizing of what a platoon of Elemental infantry would look like in my organization.

A standard infantry platoon was twenty-eight. However, Elementals were far more dangerous than a standard platoon. They also required more room and could even be considered quasi-vehicles or even 'Mechs, just in miniature. I was toying with the idea of having each platoon be shrunk down to ten, and with three platoons to a company, it would effectively give Leftenant Rogers a promotion to Hauptmann.

It also would allow for demi-platoon to be equal to a single Point of Elementals in future batchall challenges.

Leftenant Rogers' group had done well in luring enemy Elementals into kill zones, and in one instance, they had even taken down a light OmniMech in an ambush while a lance of the Star Guards and a lance of tanks hit an already worn-down Star. Leftenant Roger's group had accomplished the task with some damage, but no losses. The mercenary jump infantry I had hired was insanely jealous of those Elemental suits. They had offered quite a bit of money for them, but I wasn't planning to share such a valuable asset.

There were very few surviving Jade Falcon warriors, but there were some. We provided medical care and guards to ensure they wouldn't fight. We suspected seven Elementals would survive, as would five MechWarriors. Unfortunately, only one MechWarrior consented to being made a bondsman. The others refused and continued their normal Clan nonsense. Even when I pointed out that I offered to fight the Trial of Possession via their ridiculous rules, so long as we could keep it fair without the technological edge, they refused.

I would turn them over to FCIS agents. As for the lone person willing to view us with 'honor' and be made a bondsman, his name was Drack. I didn't want to make him a warrior again, not that he needed to know that, but I did want his advice and perspective from another Clan's viewpoint compared to Clan Wolf. If I could get him to provide me more military details that weren't compelled through interrogation, it would be a great way to confirm what had been extracted through interrogation previously.

Via black box, we had received more information from the interrogations that had taken place, and it was concerning. We were facing four out of seventeen Clans. However, three Clans were prepared to join the fight as reserve clans should they be required. What troubled me was that for these four invading Clans, according to the interrogation report, still had the bulk of their military might excluded from invasion. Like invasions of planets, these people had bid on the right to be the Clan to attack the Inner Sphere! And since bids could be 'broken,' that meant we were in serious trouble if they called for reinforcements.

The 'corridors' that they were using to strike into the heart of the Inner Sphere could also lead to a difficult situation. Jade Falcon was striking solely at us, through the Lyran Commonwealth. The Wolves were next to them, invading mainly through the Free Rasalhague Republic and the Lyran Commonwealth boarder. The Ghost Bears were invading the FRR and the Draconis Combine. The Smoke Jaguars were just invading the Draconis Combine. Given the paltry military of the FRR, I had to assume they would be swiftly annihilated, while my nation and the Draconis Combine would put up a stiffer fight.

If all that was true, we faced a major problem. Not only could we be 'flanked,' so to speak, but as the invasion continued we would also be facing the full might of the Wolves and the Falcons, whereas now we were facing less than half the strength of the Wolves. From a strategic perspective, it might make sense to engage in talks with the FRR to help bring FedCom forces, on FRR JumpShips where possible, to their planets to get them into the fight sooner. While we had slowed down the Jade Falcons, I highly doubted the FRR had done the same to the Wolves, meaning the travel time to get more of our RCTs to the front could be reduced by weeks or even months.

But that creates a whole new set of problems.

A sovereign nation would likely not appreciate a full AFFC RCT on their world. The reality was that they would be utterly at our mercy. It was a thorny problem, but one that should be investigated. I might be able to utilize my friendship with Prince Rangar. The optics would be difficult, though, as to why Davion blood was being spilled for the FRR and not in the Lyran defense. Despite the difficulties, I sent a note about the possibility on.

I had an exhaustive list of things to do, from media appearances, funeral services, commendation recommendations, pardons, analysis, after-action reporting, more detailed reports to Morgan and Lyran State Command, as well as ensuring I kept my edge in simulator training. I had missed with one of my medium lasers during the fight, and that was just plain sloppy.

Despite my busy workload, I was incredibly satisfied with my success. Now I would have two years to train, refit, repair, and make ready. Two years without fighting on the front lines. How glorious!

Tharkad City, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
August 27th 3050


"He did what?" Hanse shook his head at the awful news from Ridderkerk.

It was just Justin, Alex, and himself. These smaller meetings were better and more effective in his mind. Nondi Steiner's contributions were rarely of value. Marshal Regis was better, but then it wasn't as if he never called for larger meetings. Getting quick and accurate information and bouncing ideas off two of his most trusted advisors first was just more ideal.

"Six days ago, the Wolves issued their challenge. Leftenant General Ostola Stellwar responded to the batchall and attempted to repeat your daughter's success on Wotan. His two lances against a Star of enemy 'Mechs. It was a massacre, and his two lances did not maintain fire discipline either, so there were no additional concessions to allow anyone to retreat off-world. The 1st Lyran RCT, with over one hundred 'Mechs, 300 combat vehicles, thousands of infantry, a full wing of Aerospace fighters, and a battalion of artillery, were surrendered over," Justin intoned.

Hanse rubbed his eyes. They had told the commanders to respond to the batchall, but not to engage in high stakes like that. It was important to bleed the enemy, the purpose was to reduce the enemy bid, not gamble an entire RCT!

"Out of curiosity, what would he have won?" Hanse replied.

"Hmm, ten of their OmniMechs and prisoners from Planting."

Alex Mallory sighed. "This was probably inevitable. Word has spread all over Lyran media about Katherine's success on Wotan. Stellwar was always a prideful man, he probably thought he could win. My biggest worry is what they could do with those 'Mechs and vehicles. If their technology enables them to make quick modifications on our own captured material, we've given them an incredibly powerful garrison force on that world. Plus, we didn't attrite any of their firepower in taking the world. They gained momentum and materiel instead.

Hanse cursed. This really was a disaster. He looked at the star chart and grimaced at what he saw. The Jade Falcons had been struck a harsh blow on Blackjack, and more importantly, his daughter had survived unharmed. Elsewhere, the situation was not looking good. Waldorff and Roadside had been taken easily, with a JumpShip leaving the world, indicating no active resistance remained.

Since then, the Falcons had taken Goat Path and Alyina, while Denizli was now presumed to be under assault. He also knew that in less than a week, the strike force led by Daniel Allard and the Kell Hounds would be landing on Twycross.

Two RCTs and the Kell Hounds has to be enough. It must be.

Nothing was certain with the invaders.

"Well, gentlemen, do you have any good news for me?" Hanse asked, his tone laced with frustration.

Justin and Alex exchanged a glance before Alex cleared his throat and began, "Volunteer training for guerilla tactics is skyrocketing. Very soon, on worlds taken by the Jade Falcons, we'll have tens of thousands of citizens ready to make the enemy's occupation as difficult as possible. Melissa's speech in the Great Assembly has been well-received by the public, especially as the Estates General convenes. Even your numbers are up among the Lyran half. Ryan Steiner's being more cautious than usual. Your family is riding a wave of public support, even on Skye. The only thing he's dared do is have one of the media companies publish a piece on the importance of the Tamar Pact to Lyran society."

The Tamar Pact, a historically significant region of worlds, was at the forefront of the current crisis. The bulk of the worlds under threat of invasion lay within its borders. Duke Selvin Kelswa had already sent multiple urgent missives, requesting more funds, resources, and 'Mech regiments to support the region and his own fief, the world of Tamar. Ryan, clearly seeking to use this as a wedge issue, was treading carefully, aware of the current political winds and the growing public support behind the Tamar Pact.

"That is good news," Hanse replied.

Justin pulled up something on the screen. "We've received a response from Prince Haakon Magnusson. He's suspicious and refuses to provide military information on the ongoing invasion, but he has consented to us deploying up to a single battalion on each of the worlds Memmingen, Vorarlberg, and Kempten, provided his planetary commanders retain full operational control."

Hanse frowned. That was unlikely to accomplish anything but get one of his regiments chewed up. Still, close cooperation and an understanding of the FRR military situation could be crucial for planning. They also had zero intelligence on how Clan Ghost Bear behaved, and the chance to gather that information was valuable on its own.

"Reroute the JumpShips that are carrying the 20th Arcturan Guards 'Mech regiment to the borders of the FRR. From there they can be picked up and distributed. The rest of the RCT can continue their journey to Sudeten. Send Hauptmann-General Brian Kincaid with the first battalion and the entirety of what we know of the Clans as well. I won't send it over ComStar, but a physical file will work. We will extend our hand to Magnusson, even though I suspect we are sending Kincaid to his defeat."

Justin paused, "Before I send those orders out, do you wish to consult with Field Marshal Nondi Steiner?"

Hanse grimaced. "No, but I should do so anyway. We will wait until we hear word back from Daniel, but if Twycross goes well, we also need to capitalize on it and activate Katherine to strike at Beta VII."

Justin was rarely nonplused, but he set down his noteputer and stared at the First Prince.

"Why? That world is useless to us and it's been less than three weeks since she faced a large invasion. Her 'Mechs are probably still being repaired. And you want to risk your daughter for Beta VII?"

"I don't want to, but she gets results. If she issues a batchall and there is too much to defeat, she can always retreat. She beats them by their rules; that makes an attack like hers far different than the one we are unleashing on Twycross. It will further unbalance our foe, and we set up a proper guerrilla operation while she returns to Blackjack after she's won," Hanse reasoned.

"If she wins… Highness, you are tempting fate here," Justin warned. "By all accounts so far, she is holding up to the stressors of combat, and Ainsworth remains convinced she is not suffering from any sort of PTSD from full-scale battles any more than her childhood ones, but she's still seventeen. She needs time to rest, process what's happened, and prepare her command properly."

Mallory nodded. "I concur. Both from a personnel side of the equation and from a strategic perspective. The morale and fervor we have going, despite the lost worlds and regular defeats, is miraculous enough. Risking that for Beta VII isn't smart."

Hanse mulled over his advisors' words. It would be easy to keep his daughter safe, but he didn't conquer nearly half of the Capellan Confederation by taking the easy route. The faith he had in her to make appropriate decisions bordered on his confidence in Morgan Hasek-Davion at this point.

"I understand your positions, gentlemen. But in Katherine, we have a weapon that can blunt the enemy. Send word to her via black box to prepare for an attack on Beta VII. I'll leave it up to her to decide what she should take with her. In the event something terrible happens to Victor, we will scrub the invasion."

You can do this Katherine, I know it.

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Chapter 20


Twycross
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
September 2nd 3050


Twycross was an important world. Trellshire Heavy Industries had a BattleMech production facility that produced Stalkers, Battlemasters, and Riflemans. Assault and heavy 'Mechs were a Lyran favorite. The factories there had just started producing the more advanced Rifleman-5D before the Clans invaded. Victor knew how important the world was, and even if they couldn't hold it, denying it to the enemy for a time would be crucial in slowing their advance.

No one knew where the Clans came from, but it couldn't have been all that close to the Periphery, or they would surely have been known of. Worlds like Twycross allowed them to refit, rearm, and repair damage between attacks. Intelligence from that captured Wolf clansman had led the Inner Sphere strategists to believe that worlds would be protected by less skilled warriors piloting 'Mechs that weren't quite as advanced as their front-line ones.

That intelligence has been mostly correct.

Mostly.

One of the appealing things about choosing Twycross as their target was the massive ongoing storm called the Diabolis. With winds ranging from 200 to 300 kilometers an hour, it cut visibility and comms dramatically. Within the storm itself, the armor of a 'Mech would be undamaged, but trying to fire LRMs or SRMs would be impossible. Fights would be brutal and close, a place where the technological edge wasn't quite so bad.

The problem was that the same horrendously powerful storm may have delayed the departure of a front-line unit.

We had thought of everything, damn it. We even had the Great Gash defended, but they slipped through somehow and killed the team we had in place. Now we're about to get hit by their elites!

When the commanders had learned not just of the 100+ 'Mechs, mostly of their second-line variety, headed for them and into the trap they had prepared, but also of the elite unit of more than fifty top-of-the-line 'Mechs, the call to retreat and get Victor to safety had been made by Leftenant General Milstein.

The Kell Hounds had already started engaging over a regiment of enemy 'Mechs, and attempting a fighting retreat would be painful. It would also put them out of position, preventing the waiting 9th FedCom RCT from joining the fight along with the Diabolis. They could end up getting destroyed in detail.

"No, we can't pull out now. The Kell Hounds must hold their line, but we can reposition it so that the oncoming elites have to wade through their own forces to get to us. By then, the Diabolis will have us all in the thick of it, and they may even hit their own 'Mechs. Just have the Kell Hounds 1st Regiment pull their right flank back, while wheeling the left around," Victor said.

Dan Allard replied, comms still working as the storm hadn't quite reached them yet. "That could work. Good thinking."

Milstein's shocked voice came through on the line. "This was not what we planned for. We cannot risk Prince Victor's life."

Damn idiot! We've committed so much to this, it has to work! We have two full RCTs and two regiments from the best mercenary unit in the Inner Sphere.

Even as he thought it, he realized that wasn't fully true. One battalion of the Kell Hounds was on a FRR world due to an existing contract, and one of their battalions was still undermanned from earlier fighting. They also didn't have two full RCTs, in order to save DropShip and JumpShip capacity they took far less infantry, who wouldn't have been able to do a thing within the great sandstorm.

"Colonel, please don't pull me out. We still have a large numerical advantage, and the Diabolis will be the best ground we can possibly hope for. For once, their range won't play a factor and—"

Daniel Allard's voice broke in. "Victor, I've already given the order. You've convinced me."

"Colonel Allard!" Milstein protested. "I don't know who he thinks he is, but he is not his father. I have a duty to ensure his safety. I will not be the man who loses the heir to the Federated Commonwealth!"

"Then get in your 'Mech and protect him, this fight is happening," the Kell Hounds leader replied.

Yes!

The 'Mechs of the 10th Lyran Guards were to shore up the Kell Hounds' battle line, while several armor battalions were added to screen for the incoming elites. Victor knew those poor tank crews had no chance of stopping the advanced 'Mechs of the enemy, but they would slow them down and hopefully chip away at their armor before the real fight began. Saluting their bravery, he turned to his own command and ensured everyone was ready within his own battalion.

Galen checked in, as did the other Hauptmanns. Everyone was locked and loaded, and readiness checks were made across the board. The timing was tight, but as they moved into position, the order of events was clear: the storm would hit, then they would engage, and sometime after that, the enemy elites would punch through their armor screening, and the real party would begin.

Katherine showed us that we can beat them. Now we're going to show them that Blackjack wasn't a one-off, but something that will be a regular and repeated occurrence!

Not for the first, or last time, Victor expressed his thanks that the RCT commander had one of those black boxes. Otherwise, they would not have known about Katherine's victory, and Victor would have gone into this fight a nervous wreck. His battalion moved into position. Ahead of them, he could see lasers flashing about, but even that was soon swallowed up by the storm. The howling sandstorm made it difficult to see more than 30 meters in front of him. He knew Galen was by his side, but his Crusader was already shrouded and difficult to make out.

Another couple of minutes ticked by as they advanced, and then the battle was upon them. A 'Mech he wasn't familiar with suddenly appeared before him and sent a trio of lasers his way. One missed, but the other two burned into the armor on his chest and right arm. In response, Victor struck back with his custom Devastator. His precious AC/20 had enough punch behind it to stay on target, at least at this close range. The depleted uranium shells pounded the enemy 'Mech, which appeared to be only about half his size. He followed up with a Gauss Rifle round that spun the enemy 'Mech around. For a moment, he thought it would fall, but at the last second, it righted itself.

Galen's Crusader had limited resources in this fight, but he still had his medium lasers and his 'Mech's fists. Those lasers ate into the unidentified 'Mech, and Victor had to adjust his aim as Galen charged into the other 'Mech's face and slammed a fist into its shoulder. That finally knocked the 'Mech down. However, even on the ground, its lasers sought out Victor, and they stripped away a chunk of armor from his legs.

On the ground, that 'Mech was vulnerable, and Victor took full advantage by pouring more fire from his AC/20 and lasers, stripping away the outer shell and destroying internal systems. Galen added his own lasers to the mix, scoring an engine hit. The 'Mech rose and fired one last barrage of energy at Victor, but something was now off, and each of the lasers missed. The return fire destroyed the 'Mech easily.

From the storm came more 'Mechs. A sixty-tonner with two Gauss Rifles unleashed its fury into Galen's Crusader. Both shots landed, spinning his 'Mech around. Without the storm, Galen would likely have been able to keep it upright, but with the added push of the wind, the Crusader went down.

"Galen!"

"Ugh, I'm fine. No serious damage." Galen's voice sounded pained, and Victor was already putting his own 'Mech between the attacker and the Crusader. He had his own worries, as an enemy Rifleman – likely literally taken from the factory within the last month – let its presence be known with direct firepower.

Victor was getting battered, and the sixty-tonner had turned its fire on Victor's Devastator as well. Being such a big target, it would have been hard to miss even outside the optimal range of Gauss Rifles. While He managed to keep his 'Mech upright and replied with his favorite weapon. The autocannon tore apart armor plates like paper, but not enough to put the enemy down. Galen was back on his feet, but now slightly behind Victor. From out of the blinding sand came another member of his command lance. The Hatchetman was one of those rare 'Mechs with a melee weapon, and in this environment, it proved its worth. The axe smashed straight into the Rifleman's chest, and the two began their own duel, leaving the twin Gauss Rifle-wielding 'Mech to Victor and Galen.

After putting it down, there was another 'Mech. And then another. At some point, Victor took an engine hit as damage mounted, and at another, Galen lost one of his 'Mech's arms. Despite the heat, Victor kept firing until he was completely dry of ammo and had to carefully cycle between his PPC and lasers so as not to overheat. Comms came in and out, and he had no clue what was happening in the larger fight.

Over two hours later, when the storm blew past the battlefield, he could see the extent of the carnage and who had proven victorious. They had done it. They had won, but at what cost?

God in heaven, the 'Mechs of the 9th​ FedCom look like they still have the better part of two battalions, but the Kell Hounds and my own 10th​ Lyran…

The losses had been devastating. The Kell Hounds were down to just twenty operational 'Mechs after having started with over 170. The 10th Lyran Guard was down to thirty from 120, and nearly all of its combat vehicles had been destroyed or immobilized in the storm.

Victor was numb. They had won, but many more victories like this would bankrupt the Federated Commonwealth of 'Mechs and pilots.

"Colonel Allard, are you still with us?"

A tired voice came through on the other end of the line as communications cleared enough. "I am. I'm glad you made it out of this alive." Victor could tell the voice was tinged with grief.

"Dan… who'd we lose?"

"Christian Kell, and many others. Ejecting in this storm…the winds… baring a miracle there won't be anything left but bones and a bit of flesh."

Victor shivered. He had liked Major Kell; the man had a quiet intensity that he appreciated. He had helped diffuse that volatile situation with the commander of the Light Horse. Today had exacted a heavy toll. Many had sacrificed their lives to see them victorious. This had been his plan; this was his responsibility. Any military action had casualties, but he didn't think they would be this atrocious.

I promise I won't waste your sacrifice. This won't have been in vain.

WarShip Emerald Talon, Assault Orbit, Alyina
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
September 4th​ 3050

Khan Elias Crichell raged as setback after setback continued to put his Clan, and more importantly himself, in a precarious position. The disaster on Blackjack and the loss of two Clusters had been a dire blow. This latest failure was even worse. Twycross was the largest 'Mech-producing facility they had taken. It was a centralized point for 'Mech repair and re-supply. Due to that, there were almost always two or three second-line and garrison Clusters guarding the world. The Ninth Talon Cluster had still been there after taking the world due to needing repairs, and when they were finally ready to leave, the atmospheric conditions were poor, and no one wanted to risk losing an entire Cluster after Blackjack.

Instead I lost the better part of four.

Elias had tried to keep the invasion on pace as he scrambled to fix the mess, but it was impossible. Too many units had been lost. Even bringing in Iota Galaxy and some of the other Clusters spread across their Periphery conquests – leaving them completely bare except for a Star or two per world – had not resolved their manpower issues.

The accursed Ulric Kerensky had foreseen the need for Provisional Garrison Clusters and had them ready to be deployed as soon as the ilKhan had reluctantly agreed. Freebirths and elderly warriors made up those Clusters and their role in Clan society was to protect against the pathetic attempts of the Bandit Caste to raid. They were a necessity, but the role was one that promised no honor or hope for advancement. All the Invading Clans had brought some to hold their Periphery territories, but the Khan of the Wolves had staged whole Galaxies before any would have thought it even necessary. The sheer number of PGCs he had on hand was staggering. Twenty-six! Twenty-six Clusters!

Leo Showers had wanted to reject Ulric, but he had little choice with his own Smoke Jaguars were already relying on them as well. Provisional Garrison Clusters were never considered part of the bid, so it was fair game and even the staunchest Crusader allies would cry foul over the hypocrisy of allowing some Clans to use them and not others. Their purpose was to hold ground, not attack, without them we would waste our warriors in honorless garrison duty.

The loss of materiel was so excessive that he would need reinforcements from the Home Worlds. The order had been sent, and an armada was bringing fifteen additional PGCs, as well as three Clusters' worth of OmniMechs. On paper, Star Colonel Diane Anu and others were being removed from their Galaxies and transferred to units back home. Moving personnel was not a violation of the bid, since, in theory, it was an equivalent exchange. The fact that it was not did not bother him. He and Leo Showers had come to an understanding on many matters, and even if his maneuver came to light, his saKhan would take the fall because he had signed the orders.

Still, it is a risk I would never take if our situation was not so dire.

Those reinforcements had been called for in August and would not be arriving until February at the earliest. Their fifth wave would be another anemic one, though not quite as embarrassing as Wave Three. Elias knew that steps would need to be taken to prevent his Clan from being forever shamed and out of the race to become the ilClan. He also recognized that the Star Adders had been at least somewhat correct in their assessment of how difficult this invasion would be.

To that end, he was making additional moves to rectify the situation. That was one reason why Khan Lynn McKenna of the Snow Ravens was in his office. The Snow Ravens were not one of the four chosen Invader Clans, nor were they among the three Reserve Clans. But all the Khans had come to witness the invasion and attend Grand Council meetings here in the Inner Sphere. The Snow Ravens were also nominally more of a Warden Clan, and despite the initial vote being 16 to 1, the Wardens were once again voicing doubts about the invasion's purpose. ComStar was the ally of the Clans, and it was a ComStar exploration vessel that had found Huntress. Only ComStar conducted deep Periphery exploration, so their Home Worlds were safe.

Elias knew that the Snow Ravens did not have strong beliefs either way. Their desire – perhaps a better word would be obsession – was in maintaining the superiority of their space fleet. Far-seeing, they realized that the invasion of the Inner Sphere represented an opportunity to gain power and influence by loaning cargo space on their vessels to the Invading Clans. War spoils, raw resources, and technical knowledge of any captured Inner Sphere naval and aerospace technology were all potential benefits. The last was unlikely to yield much, but the Inner Sphere was vast, and Clan Snow Raven always kept a wary eye on anything that could challenge their dominion of space.

His plans necessitated the Snow Ravens' vote in the Grand Council, both as a means to secure their support and as a tool to help bring Leo Showers onboard with his strategy. The Watch was often lackluster in uncovering useful information – particularly within the Jade Falcons – but Elias had worked hard to rectify that. He knew that the Wolves were poised to explode outward in an orgy of destruction against the Inner Sphere. The Free Rasalhague Republic, the corridor that would bring the least amount of honor due to its weakness, was easy prey for the Wolves. They would soon push past the other three Clans, and Elias had a plan ready to present to Leo Showers to stop them.

Stopping the Wolves is the priority, but I also mean for my Jade Falcons to win.

Glancing at his fellow he took in the image of Khan Lynn McKenna. Her short, spiky white hair, a stark beacon against the muted hum of the ship, framed a face both sharp and resolute. Her eyes were hawkish, and reminded him a bit of the troublesome Marthe Pryde from his own clan. McKeena was a direct woman, and began business immediately.

"Our agreement has gone well, quiaff? You did not wish to communicate through HPG, but in person. Why?"

"Aff. It has gone exceptionally well. Our agreement was well bargained. I wish to expand on it and propose a larger deal that will see your own goals secured as well as mine."

"Speak, then."

"There are four Clans invading, and already the Steel Vipers have had to assist the Ghost Bears in putting down troublesome resistance. Before long, we may have a full seven Clans here participating. The Inner Sphere is doomed to fall. With it, its vast resources will empower those seven Clans above others. Shipyards in Alarion and Tharkad in the Lyran Commonwealth are just the start. Many other locations can be found deeper inside the Inner Sphere. Directly put, Khan McKenna, it leaves open the possibility of your Clan losing the top rank in WarShip strength."

She frowned. "These barbarians have no WarShip capabilities."

"True, but the necessary infrastructure exists. They simply lack the knowledge, knowledge that all of the Clans have."

"What do you propose? An agreement to provide us with the output of shipyards you take? What do you wish in return?"

Elias smiled, showing his teeth. "Agreements can last for years, but your Clan wishes to rule the black ocean for all time, quiaff? Why settle for a temporary agreement when you could have those shipyards for yourselves?"

She paused. "How would that work? Are you speaking of a situation after Terra's conquest?"

The Jade Falcon Khan shook his head. "Neg. The Grand Council ruled that we were to invade the Inner Sphere with four Clans and one reserve Clan. The Nova Cats and Diamond Sharks issued a Refusal Challenge to be included, and they won. The goal is Terra, and none of the Invading Clans would suffer to have more Clans participate in the race. But what if more Clans attacked the Inner Sphere on the condition they do not aim for Terra?"

The Snow Raven Khan leaned forward. "Do you have the votes for that? And why? What great favor would you seek?" Her eyes gleamed hungrily at the prospect.

"Soon, I will need your votes as well. The ilKhan and I have an understanding on the priorities of the invasion. The barbarous tactics of these Spheroids have slowed us, and part of the reason is that our foes are able to concentrate their forces. We know they outnumber us greatly, but if they had other threats on their horizon, they would not be able to do so effectively."

Elias saw his fellow Khan was paying rapt attention. He knew he had her.

"I will propose that an additional two Clans may participate in taking worlds from the Inner Sphere, so long as they agree not to approach within a certain distance of the Invasion Corridors. Given your Clan's grand assistance, one of those should rightfully go to yours. You could then begin invading the Lyran Commonwealth immediately, taking worlds on a path toward Tharkad or Alarion."

"I do not have my Galaxies here to do that."

"No? Do you not have Trinaries of aerospace support on every WarShip you use for transport? Stars of Elementals to repel boarders? You also have your personal guard—a Trinary of 'Mechs to lead, along with entire Clusters of Elementals and Aerospace support you can strip from your WarShips."

She frowned. "That would leave my WarShips unprotected."

"And the Inner Sphere has no WarShips, and therefore poses no threat to them, quiaff?"

"Aff," she replied, and a slow smile crept across her face. "The second Clan will be given a chance to take Draconis Combine worlds, but all they will have is their Khan's bodyguard Trinary. This means the pressure will be lifted from your own as they battle the Lyran Commonwealth almost immediately, while our ilKhan would not have the same benefit for at least another six months."

Was I that transparent? No… she's just more astute than most of my brethren.

"You understand my bid then. I will need your votes to ensure this happens, as well as our continued partnership in transporting even larger amounts of PGCs to the front."

"Bargained well and done, Khan Crichell."

Tharkad City, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
September 11th 3050

Hanse Davion knew the meeting would be contentious. Beside him was his wife, who could barely keep a relieved smile off her face upon learning that Victor had survived the battle on Twycross. Field Marshal Nondi Steiner, Field Marshal Dean Forney, Marshal Regis, and Marshal Richard Steiner were present, along with half a dozen aides and, of course, Justin Allard and Alexi Mallory. Richard was Nondi's son, and Hanse liked him less than Lisa.

Richard was once a part of ComStar. Nondi claims he left on bad terms with the organization, but I still don't trust him. He's running the Tamar Theater so it isn't as if we can keep him in the dark.

Dean Forney was a classic member of the Lyran 'Social General' class. His role as commander of the Tharkad Operations Area was ultimately unimportant, as Nondi Steiner, being on Tharkad, could overrule any absurdity, should it be attempted. Forney wasn't unintelligent, just not capable of effective military strategy or administration. He knew that, and so instead, he simply attended social gatherings and rubber-stamped what needed to be stamped. His aide, Marshal Mitch Simms, who wasn't present, was capable and likely did most of the work Forney was supposed to do.

"I have good news," Hanse smiled. "Colonel Daniel Allard, with his Kell Hounds, alongside the 9th FedCom RCT and the 10th Lyran Guards RCT, has successfully taken Twycross from the enemy."

The various leaders around the room clapped.

Marshal Regis asked, "Prince Victor's plan was successful, then, and he is well?"

Hanse nodded. "Yes, he took part in the fighting, and he was right about the Clans stationing second-line units on their worlds. Unfortunately, one of their frontline units was also there. The 10th Lyran Guard and both Kell Hounds regiments were mauled badly. Here are the preliminary losses."

Richard Steiner cursed. "The 10th Lyran Guard might as well not exist anymore. The Kell Hounds are also going to be down for the foreseeable future. We can't afford more victories like that."

Hanse frowned. "They won. This was no Pyrrhic victory. The losses the enemy suffered were severe, and we managed to reclaim an important world. The question is, can we hold it, and what should we do next?"

Some ideas were discussed. Nondi Steiner recommended keeping all the forces stationed on Twycross, digging in, and preparing to defend it. Repairs and refits could take place at the extensive 'Mech production facilities on-site. Forney agreed, but Regis argued that it couldn't be adequately supplied.

Richard shook his head. "Highness, we shouldn't risk your son on the front lines in such a vulnerable position, away from support. Given the forces the enemy has at their disposal, they likely have enough to crush Twycross. Other worlds also need to be defended. The Duke of Tamar is requesting reinforcements, and the Wolves are growing ever closer. Unlike the Jade Falcons, they haven't faced any defeats."

Justin frowned, "With what? Anything we provide to Tamar limits our tactical flexibility or leaves other worlds undefended. The 26th​ Lyran Guards RCT is already stationed there, and he has his own Kelswa Guard, along with the Tamar War College Training Battalion."

"The military strength on Sudeten continues to grow," Nondi pointed out. "The 4th Deneb Light Cavalry has arrived, as have the Davion Heavy Guards, at least the important parts. Morgan already has the Kathil Ulhans, along with three regiments of elite mercenaries in the Grey Death Legion and Eridani Light Horse. What is the goal with these units? Could some of them not reinforce Tamar?" Nondi asked.

"There are proposals on the table. We plan on having the 4th Deneb Light Cavalry hold Sudeten along with the Grey Death Legion. The Light Horse has agreed to be deployed in defensive operations, one regiment each to Dompaire and Colmar. The Davion Heavy Guards will take part in additional offensive maneuvers in conjunction with my daughter Katherine's 1st​ Royal FedCom Guards. Justin, pull up the local star charts."

The naming of Katherine's new unit had pleased some but not others. He had already received a message from Jackson Davion on New Avalon regarding the new line of units. Eventually, Victor, Peter, Arthur, and perhaps Yvonne – should she also take an interest in becoming a MechWarrior like Katherine – would command similar units. Jackson's concern was that Victor should have command of the 1st Royal FedCom Guards, and the idea of him leading the 2nd Royal FedCom Guards instead seemed backwards.

We have a war on our hands that makes '39 look like a skirmish! If my generals don't start focusing on war strategy, we might not even have a nation for Victor to inherit!

Nondi's jaw clenched. "You cannot be serious."

Melissa took a deep breath. "My daughter has proven herself. I want nothing more than to bring her home to Tharkad, but I cannot ask my people to do anything I would not. How can I ask the Lyran people to send their sons and daughters to the frontlines when I will not?"

Hanse had spoken with her earlier. They needed to present a united front, even if she was upset with him. Katherine had fought the Clans three times, well above what would be expected of a potential heir. But she had won. Up until Twycross, she had been the lone shining ray of hope they had. She had pierced their aura of invincibility, and now, she would help turn the tide.

When the arguments finally ran out of steam, Hanse continued, "The Davion Guards will move into position and strike at targets of opportunity recently taken by the Jade Falcons. Meanwhile, Katherine will lead a smaller strike force of veterans from Blackjack to target some of the less important worlds, like Beta VII, which should be lightly guarded. I aim to flummox the enemy and keep them guessing. In the meantime, the rest of the 20th Arcturan RCT, minus their 'Mechs, will be arriving on Sudeten. They will reinforce the Davion Guards and hold the ground they take." Hanse's voice rose, "We keep them guessing, confused, and vulnerable. If they become paranoid and increase their defenses, their progress will stall. If they don't increase their defenses, we will continue to run rampant, destroy their weaker units, and disrupt their ability to supply their invasion."

"Not to mention we will be freeing our worlds." Melissa added both as a second voice and to undercut any other opposition to their plans by adding a previously planned statement to her husbands.

Marshal Regis put his hand to his chin, thinking carefully before he replied. "You seem to be focusing much of your attention on the Jade Falcons. What of the Wolves? They are a major threat."

Hanse nodded, the man was sharp, and correct.

"Unfortunately, it must be one enemy at a time. Based on our intelligence gathering, these are, in essence, two separate nations. They don't resupply each other, they don't help each other, and they don't even like each other. If we were to spread out attacks, the attrition we attempt would not be as effective."

"You'll just let more worlds fall to the Wolves, is that it, Highness?" Richard Steiner replied forcefully, though still with a thin veneer of respect.

Hanse spread his hands. "If you can conjure up more units for me, perhaps more can be done. More units are moving throughout the interior, but beyond the RCTs and regiments already mentioned, it will be many months before additional support can arrive. Communication with Marik has been difficult, and we cannot strip our defenses from critical worlds on that border. Much of our Lyran industrial capacity lies within their striking range – capacity we will desperately need."

As further talks continued, the decision was made to pull the Kell Hounds and 10th Lyran Guards back from Twycross. The 9th FedCom RCT would hunker down, preparing to defend while ensuring the planet was well-prepared for guerrilla operations. Hanse knew he was likely dooming the unit, but they would make the Clans pay in blood to retake Twycross. Nondi didn't agree with the strategy, but for once, she did not seem eager to talk him to death explaining her reasons. Instead, she wanted something else.

"If this is the best Morgan can do, so be it. Since you'll be utilizing Katherine again, the least we can do is provide her with the support she needs. Her requests are many and varied, but I believe we should prioritize them. She has an excess of vehicle crews and MechWarriors without 'Mechs and vehicles to use."

"I'm listening," Hanse replied.

"TharHes Industries is churning out her Spitfire Cannons quite quickly. She has enough artillery, so those can be redirected to other worlds. I want to send her everything else she requested in terms of 'Mechs, combat vehicles, and ammunition. This won't require sending additional personnel, but those 'Mechs and combat vehicles were already slated to go to other units," Nondi said.

"Given her success, those other units will just have to understand. Do it."

"She also wants more Aerospace assets. We don't have any available without stripping additional worlds, but we can provide piecemeal support by pulling a squadron from RCTs on worlds near Tharkad. We know they are unlikely to be attacked, and even if they are, it would still leave a near-full RCT. We could get her an additional five squadrons if we pull from…" Nondi listed the nearby worlds in question. "That would give her two full Wings of Aerospace support."

Before Hanse could speak, Melissa did. "Yes, I agree with your reasoning, Nondi. She's proven she can defeat the Clans on the ground, but what if they contest a DropShip landing?"

Hanse was a bit taken aback by his wife's interference in military matters, but it wasn't a terrible idea. It would take about three months for those reinforcements to arrive – likely in time for her to attack a world, return, and when she sallied out on her next mission, she would have those assets. He nodded his support, and for once, Nondi Steiner looked satisfied.

Blackjack
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
September 12th 3050

I wanted to scream. This was bullshit of the highest order. This reminded me of the time I was told to by General Zettour to allow myself to be encircled. This was criminal. Did my father not understand the importance of rest after life-threatening battle? Blackjack's repair facilities were a joke compared to the ones on Wotan! Sure, we had DropShips with 'Mech bays and the Blackjack School of Conflict had a few as well, but this was ridiculous! Less than a month after a major defensive operation with heavy fighting and I was to jump to Beta VII and win it back?

I just want to go back to New Avalon! Not only is everyone there professional, but the focus is on meritocracy, and it is away from the frontlines. I want to see if we can incorporate any of this new tech into an advanced version of the Spitfire Cannon! I want to formulate an anti-Clan unit structure, have debates with flag officers on overall strategy and combat doctrine, maybe even discuss proper logistics and support for embattled worlds. Anything but this hell!

Part of me wanted to blame my brother, Victor. He had been the one clamoring to get a combat command, and I bet, in the interest of sibling fairness, they didn't want to pull me back while risking their heir on the frontlines. It would be a bad look. My mother knew her way around the media, so this was probably her doing. Truthfully, she wasn't wrong; it was just monumentally frustrating.

Perhaps I'm looking at this the wrong way. Maybe I should be writing my parents, Morgan, and Nondi about the importance of keeping Victor safe. Then, if they pull him back and away from the front, and if my earlier suspicion is right, they'll also remove me by default. Yes… I'll do that and get it sent before I'm off. It won't save me from my current task, but perhaps future ones can be averted.

More specific orders had come via black box, along with the coded innocuous phrase in the medal approval message sent via ComStar, indicating the green light to begin. If we had waited for the black box message, it would have delayed the movement, but by seeding regular ComStar traffic with key phrases, we could coordinate movements faster. That meant I would be rocketing off Blackjack on our DropShips to the waiting JumpShips soon. I was a bit perturbed that my fleet had been trimmed down, but NAIS did want some working models and more examples of Clan technology. Not to mention the prisoners FCIS wanted to interrogate needed to be sent as well.

I called a quick meeting prior to the larger officer staff one to finalize my plans. Ainsworth and Aiko were on either side of me. Around the table were Hauptmann-Kommandant Sven Fischer, Kommandant Hans Lautner, Hauptmann Sebastian Mauer, Kommandant Dean Bristow, Hauptmann Gregory LeBeau, Colonel Benjamin Withers, and the newly promoted Hauptmann Zach Rogers.

"This evening we will begin our ascent to the waiting JumpShips. From there we will be jumping to Beta VII and issuing a batchall to the defenders. My hope is that we will have only a Cluster, preferably their second-string, to face. If we can win the battle in a small-scale conflict, that would be ideal, but I wouldn't count on it."

I looked at each of their faces. "Given our purpose and the nature of our task, we want to be in and out quickly. Our goal will be to jump back out to Blackjack, and then immediately jump out a second time on freshly charged JumpShips and hit Goat Path. However, if we arrive at Beta VII and the forces are greater than our intelligence suggests, we will not invade. With the need to move quickly, we won't be taking the entirety of our force."

Kommandant Bristow exhaled. "I still believe this is a mistake, Colonel. With the guarantee of the Clans, we don't truly need any forces to remain on Blackjack."

"I disagree. For one, we can't ever be one hundred percent sure there isn't a way around it. For two, not all our soldiers are ready for another battle, nor is all our equipment. I want training, repair, and refit to continue as if I were still here. I understand your desire to get back into the action, Kommandant, but I am trusting you to hold down the fort and continue our training operations."

I gave the battle maniac a smile. "I will be taking some of your better MechWarriors with me. Mark Harris impressed me greatly, and I'll be making him a Leftenant. He may not have all the officer training he should have, but his intuitive grasp of tactical thought and his superb 'Mech handling are enough for the moment."

The Kommandant nodded, and I reviewed what we would be taking to our war. The battalion of artillery would be led by Hauptmann-Kommandant Fischer. I would also be bringing my Aerospace Squadron, and Kommandant Lautner would be leading his battalion. Given that we weren't looking to take and hold ground, I would be leaving my infantry behind, except for Captain Rogers and his Elemental company. Finally, I would be taking roughly two companies of armor for fire support.

"Hauptmann LeBeau, what are we looking at in terms of Clan 'Mechs and pilot proficiency?"

The 'Mech Industrialist CFO's son gave his report in crisp and professional fashion.

"We've outfitted Leftenant Roth's lance with four OmniMechs. She will be piloting the Timber Wolf, and three Summoners will be joining her. In a limited combat Trials scenario, you will be piloting your Gargoyle. My own company has three Hellbringers, one Ice Ferret, one Adder, and four Kit Foxes. In the event of a Star vs. Star trial, it will be you and Aiko's lance, with one pilot substituted for me. In the event of a Binary battle, it will be Aiko's lance along with myself, two Hellbringers, Kommandant Lautner's Atlas, and the Orion from Lautner's command lance."

Battles beyond the Binary level I was less sure of taking. On average the Clan pilots were better than my pilots. Obvious exceptions being Aiko, Gregory, and Hans. I had to hand it to the old war dog, his proficiency in his Atlas was a sight to see. One of my priorities if I ever had an appropriate amount of downtime is to have it refitted with the latest from NAIS, or even possibly Clan version of weapons. Beyond those three, I didn't trust the other MechWarriors to defeat their opponents. I was quite hesitant therefore to take the fighting in a Trial of Possession beyond a Binary level, barring other factors that could give me an advantage.

If they didn't want to play a limited engagement, well, that's when it would revert to combined-arms fights. That was a weakness of the Clans. Their aerospace elements were often just tacked on, without thought to their proper use. The only area they excelled in was the use of 'Mechs and Elementals, and my people have been trained extensively on how to counter Elemental attacks. Meanwhile, I enjoyed creating battlefield choices where no matter what choice they made, there would be suffering.

"As far as proficiency goes, honestly, there's more work that needs to be done, but we are out of time. The accuracy is getting up to par, but firing at the longest ranges still creates hesitations. Ideally, another three months would make me a lot more comfortable."

"Thank you, Hauptmann LeBeau. I believe that is all, unless anyone has further questions?"

There were none and the room cleared save for Kommandant Bristow and Ainsworth.

"Colonel, I know you wished for me to continue the training aspect, but others can handle it. Colonel Withers isn't a MechWarrior, but he is a seasoned commander. I really do think I should come with you."

How do I attract these people? The man is just itching to be in the fight!

"The trainees are our people's future. I promise you, there will be more battles before this war is over. Stay sharp, and I will be sure to use you when the time is right."

It was time to head into the meat grinder again. Perhaps my missive would do some good, and both Victor and I could be recalled. If I pulled off Beta VII and Goat Path, that should hopefully earn me some breathing room, right?

Chapter Text

Chapter 21

Beta VII
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
September 16th 3050


Beta VII was not an important world, so it made sense that there wasn't a strong garrison there. Always wary and on the lookout for Being X's shenanigans, I knew better than to make assumptions. Fortunately, for once, the fraudulent bastard hadn't stacked the deck.

After arriving at a Pirate Point, we scanned the system and detected only one JumpShip. I initiated the challenge to the surface and waited. It would take some time to receive a response, as we had jumped into a Non-Standard Proximity Point rather than one of the riskier Transient Points. I had no desire to experience a Misjump.

My batchall was simple. I, Colonel Katherine Steiner-Davion, leader of the 1st Royal FedCom Guards, wished to know who defended the world from me and what forces they had available. I also requested Safcon and asked where they wished to conduct the Trial of Possession.

A response finally came from Star Captain Colton Icaza. The usual Jade Falcon extravagance was in full effect, but ultimately, I learned that Beta VII was defended by a Trinary of Elementals and a Trinary of 'Mechs. He even granted me Safcon, though, lacking Aerospace support, it seemed more a gesture of politeness than anything else.

That wouldn't be too difficult if we had to fight a full-out brawl. The area they specified was a two-kilometer radius within a heavily forested region. Fifteen 'Mechs and seventy-five Elementals were well within the capabilities of the force I had brought.

"We should just crush them," Aiko recommended. "We have enough firepower; there's no need to propose a smaller battle to try to gain equipment."

She made a good point, but I was quite eager to acquire more of their 'Mechs.

"If this were the only world we were striking, I would agree. But our orders from my father state that we need to, and I quote, 'do all that you can to keep them on the back foot. We'll start with Beta VII and then go from there.' I suspect he wants me to push deeper into occupied territory, and likely, that's what the Jade Falcons will assume too. As I explained on Blackjack, I intend to follow the orders in a surprising manner and will instead double back, using a one-system Command Circuit through Blackjack to Goat Path," I explained.

Serves my father right for giving me vague orders. But if I can creatively interpret them to keep me around Blackjack and avoid getting cut off, I will.

Aiko, Gregory, and Ainsworth just shook their heads. I could only assume they were worried that the bidding would leave them unable to participate in the battle. Such was my fate – to be surrounded by overeager, bloodthirsty meat shields.

Don't get me wrong, I appreciated their ardor in protecting me, and they were quite obedient. It's just that, at times like these, they exasperated me.

"I have sent you the forces I have at my disposal. As you can see, they are more than enough to crush you with sheer numbers. However, I propose we settle this – your Star against five of my 'Mechs in honorable combat, following Zellbrigen. Should I win, the Trial of Possession is decided, and I claim the rest of your two Trinaries as Isorla."

Again, the long wait for a reply.

"Neg, I am not allowed to provide you with equipment. I would be willing to fight you with my Point of Elementals and four 'Mechs against your Star, but only on the condition that the remainder of my command be granted hegira if I should lose."

Hmm, hegira would allow the rest of his command to retreat off planet. Not worth it honestly since in less than two weeks we would be jumping out of here anyway. They could then retake the planet easily.

"That would not be sufficient. Come now, Star Captain, I have defeated three Star Colonels. If you can defeat me, your name will be renown throughout your Clan. I am willing to give you an even battle, but I want your equipment. You are the defender—what else do you require for victory in this Trial of Possession? I have more than a Star's worth of 'Mechs that could be returned to your Clan."

I was confident in my victory. By adding additional bounty, perhaps they would break.

"Neg. I obey my Khan. Face me in honorable combat and show that you are worthy, not a barbarian."

I struggled not to roll my eyes at the absurdity of this. Fine. If he wanted to just be crushed, so be it.

"We will arrive in three days. I will open communications one final time when we land, Star Captain Icaza, in case you have changed your stance on giving up you inventory after a smaller engagement. Until then, bargained well and done."

He wasn't going to change his mind, but that didn't matter. I had just under fifty 'Mechs, twenty-eight Elemental suits, artillery, armored support, and Aerospace.

"Hauptmann Mauer, your Aerospace squadron will take flight, but I don't want to risk you unnecessarily. Heavily forested areas are not ideal, and they will have plenty of cover. However, when the fighting no doubt clears an area, be ready to make a strafing run when you see an opportunity."

I turned to my XO. "Hauptmann-Kommandant Fischer, I want artillery deployed quickly. You'll have our armored company as protection. The rest of us will be nearby. The rest of you, I want fire teams at the lance level. None of this Zellbrigen shit. Combine your fire and rip each 'Mech apart one at a time. Remember, Elementals are dangerous. Your 'Mech is an even better weapon than your guns for dealing with them. If they get on you and you can't dislodge them, it's up to the others in the lance to pry them off."

The Clans didn't want to give me their shiny toys? Fine. I'll just break them instead.

Beta VII
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
September 19th 3050


Aiko moved forward with her Timber Wolf. The additional weight of the Elementals riding on her 'Mech did not slow her down, though it had taken a few minutes to get used to. The artillery had already begun setting up, and their scouts were carefully searching for signs of the enemy. Comms chirped – they had their targets. Artillery immediately began laying firing solutions as the scouts, led by Gregory, fell back out of range.

Artillery would soften them up, but these were Clan warriors in fast 'Mechs – they would need to be put down in close quarters. As contact was made, the Elementals used their jump jets and leapt from her 'Mech. Several trees snapped as 'Mechs thundered in, and the battle quickly turned into a close-quarters struggle. Which was fine with Aiko, while the Timber Wolf had fantastic long-range power, it was a 'Mech designed to be effective at any range.

The enemy had a few OmniMechs, but only a handful. The rest, while more advanced than Inner Sphere designs, still showed a noticeable difference from the Clan's top of the line designs. As one closed the distance, weaving through the trees, her lance acted as one. LRMs smashed into trunks and the advancing 'Mech, followed by autocannon fire, lasers, and ER PPCs. In a single, deadly-accurate barrage, the enemy 'Mech was torn apart.

More 'Mechs pressed forward, and an enemy Adder sent two ER PPC blasts into one of the Summoners. From the cover of the high branches, Elementals fired their SRM launchers before descending in a rush. Trees ignited as laser fire set them ablaze.

Heat may become a nuisance.

Aiko saw the great Atlas fire its AC/20, turning one Elemental into shards of metal and bloody mist. At the same time, two of its lasers missed, but its SRM-6 pummeled another. The Princess was further back, as Aiko had demanded, laying down punishing ER PPC fire into the Adder in response. But the Adder could not withstand that kind of damage with its lighter frame, and already, streaks of man-made lightning had stripped it of much of its armor.

Several Points of Elementals rushed past and went straight for Katherine.

Not on my watch.

Aiko punched one out of the air with machine gun fire. The warrior was still alive, but the heavy rounds had smashed them against a tree, aborting their attempt to get closer to the princess. Her ER medium lasers skewered another, burning flesh after searing through armor.

Hauptmann Rogers and his crew laid down their own deadly fire with the laser and machine gun attachments of their suits. Aiko had to give the Clanners this – they died bravely. Two managed to unleash their SRMs on Katherine before being taken down, and before they knew it, the battle was over.

The Elementals had managed to take down three 'Mechs, while the enemy 'Mechs had managed only one other. They never got close enough to threaten the armor or artillery. Two of Hauptmann Rogers' trooper had been taken down, but only one was KIA. The other survived. Hauptmann Mauer, meanwhile, was disappointed that his squadron hadn't even been able to participate in the fight – it had ended too quickly.

She opened a channel to Gregory. "That was a bit too easy."

"Was it? We had overwhelming firepower compared to them. Even the 12th Star Guards have learned how to handle the Elementals and not panic. The sheer power of Launer's assaults and our OmniMechs means we could fight an equal number of Clan opponents somewhat evenly. But it wasn't equal—we outnumbered them completely, and were completely fresh while some of them had already taken some damage from our artillery."

Aiko understood all that, but it still seemed strange to her that a once seemingly intractable and deadly foe could be managed so easily. Nonetheless, she was happy. Her charge was safe, and they had struck another blow against the Clans.

Robinson
Draconis March, Federated Suns
September 24th 3050


"I appreciate you coming," Field Marshal James Sandoval told Jackson Davion. Jackson was his direct superior, but given the distance between New Avalon and Robinson, they had only met in person a few times in recent years.

The taller man inclined his head in a nod. "The First Prince is aware of the discontent in the Draconis March and asked me to complete a tour. Lord knows I don't have much say in the war."

Perhaps I shouldn't have invited the others if he was going to be this open.

His aide, Marshal Henry Capston, was by his side as always. While James held operational control over the entirety of the Draconis March, which consisted of over a hundred worlds on the Federated Suns side of the border with the Draconis Combine, Field Marshal Vanessa Bisla commanded the Robinson Operations Area. She was effectively the second most important member of the AFFC in the region after him, and she was far too 'by the book,' which had led to a strained relationship. He did credit her for her competency, and she had become an asset to the defense of the Draconis March, but all the same, he'd prefer she wasn't in this room with him now.

"Oh?" James raised an eyebrow.

Jackson gave a diffident shrug. "The First Prince has temporarily relocated to be closer to the front; he is on Tharkad. You know as well as I that he doesn't get along well with Nondi Steiner, but he's made a concentrated effort to take her advice of late." The head of Federated Suns State Command frowned before taking a sip from the expensive wine Sandoval had provided. "This is good." He paused to appreciate the wine before continuing. "As I was saying, he's compromised to keep the Lyran morale up and won't listen when I advise that he make Victor a Colonel as well."

James truly did not care. That wasn't why he was eager for this meeting. Oh, he did think it odd that Katherine was being elevated before her brother. Victor was a rare, once-in-a-generation genius. He had shattered records at the Academy and had clearly been groomed to be the Fox's heir on the battlefield. Meanwhile, Katherine was better known for her extensive holovid appearances. She was precocious and an elite MechWarrior, but clearly in her brother's shadow. At least, until recently.

The vagaries of war make fools of us all. No one thought she could hold Blackjack, but she did. Whoever Hanse has looking over her shoulder at the operational level and planning her tactics is worth their weight in gold.

His primary concern however was the threat of the Draconis Combine. The Clans were obviously a danger, but they weren't invincible – Twycross and Blackjack had proven that. Meanwhile, the Combine was here, and the idea that Theodore Kurita would bare his belly to Hanse Davion by leaking troop movements… it was ridiculous.

Maybe the Clans invaded the Combine too, but if they have, we have no idea if it is to the same extent. Those dictatorial monsters don't have a free press. We know some of what has happened in the FRR because of the media, but nothing from within the Combine – save for our intelligence network, which may be compromised.

"I am sure Prince Victor will receive what is his due," Vanessa politely replied. "He's an ace MechWarrior, whom I understand is helping Morgan Hasek-Davion plan strategy. Perhaps our Marshal of the Armies wants him focused on strategy and tactical performance over the administrative duties of a larger command."

"Bah, it doesn't matter what he does, just give him the rank," Jackson groused unhappily.

"Regardless, my point was that visiting the most important element of Federated Suns State Command is not pulling me away from any other pressing duties."

"Excellent. Field Marshal Davion, our biggest concern is the orders that we've recently received. You wish to strip the Draconis March of the 4th Davion Guards from David, the 10th Fed-Com RCT from Royal, and the 1st New Ivaarsen Chasseurs from New Ivaarsen. And then – when JumpShip capacity becomes available – you wish to further take the 3rd Lyran Regulars, 12th Deneb Light Cavalry, and the 5th Donegal Guards RCT! You'll strip whole worlds of their primary defenders. Some of those worlds are on the border." James took a breath when he realized his voice had risen in volume as he finished.

"I understand the concern, but the First Prince is certain that the Draconis Combine is also under siege and has repositioned units away from our borders. The Skye March has likewise been stripped of several commands, leaving them just as vulnerable. We must all do our part."

James shook his head. "And what if he's wrong? You know how innovative and deadly Theodore Kurita is. The Gunji-no-Kanrei is not like his father, the Coordinator. He's less samurai and more… well, more like the Fox himself. It would be trivial for him to feign being attacked, wait until our units are mid-transit, and then launch a crippling assault."

The units he had mentioned weren't traveling via Command Circuit. It would take them four months to reach Sudeten, and the JumpShips would likely have to remain in the Tamar March with them. Not only was he losing some of his best RCTs – the 4th Davion Guards in particular stung – but he was also sacrificing nearly all tactical flexibility to counter an invasion.

"Thirty regiments, led by the Sword of Light and Genyosha units, could come pouring over the border and shatter the Draconis March, and we have nothing to stop them."

Jackson Davion leaned back. "Don't exaggerate, Sandoval. You'll still have over 40 regiments under your command. Justin Allard is rarely wrong about these things. Put your trust in the FCIS to provide good analysis."

Henry added his own two D-Bills. "Field Marshal, I've noticed Skye, Draconis, and even Crucis March units are headed to the front. But none from the Capellan March, save for Morgan's old unit. Secretary Allard may have some bias, unconscious of course, in regard to keeping his wife's realm safe. His focus is not on the Draconis Combine, as it is on other fronts."

Jackson laughed. "Oh, you are a bold one, Marshal. Look, no one wishes their command to be diminished, but these decisions have already been made, and the First Prince won't accept delay. I will petition the Prince to move a few more units around and create a small task force, perhaps pulled from the Capellan March, to provide reinforcements if the snakes do invade, but that's all I can do."

So you come with nothing but excuses and platitudes and your own personal gripes. You are a disappointment.

Goat Path
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
September 26th 3050


We juggled our DropShips a bit to drop off our salvage and prisoners, while receiving another DropShip with another company of vehicles while in orbit around Blackjack. There had been a disappointingly limited amount of useful gear to take. It was a bit amusing how quickly Star League-era LosTech salvage was becoming a 'disappointment' in my mind. Times change, and other than some welcome spare parts, we hadn't added any more OmniMechs to my roster.

We had also left behind some of our forces, who were not there to defend against a potential attack, but to harass and potentially destroy any defending units through attrition after the Jade Falcons retook the planet. A company of vehicles, a lance of 'Mechs, a few of Hauptmann Rogers' men, and the sniper from Blackjack underground would hide out and then begin their resistance months later. They were already recruiting locals and preparing nasty surprises in some of the areas the Jade Falcons would likely retake and use as quarters.

The big win was the confiscation of the Sassanid-class DropShip. This was pure Clan technology. Not only was it perfect for carrying Elementals, but it also had an array of Clan weaponry. More than just that, there were also holographic simulator training areas designed for Elementals! Since all my docking collars had been in use, we left one of the Union's behind, well hidden. It would allow field repairs for the lance of 'Mechs I left behind and function as an ad hoc command center.

In the future, I believe I would consider bringing an extra JumpShip, or at least leaving a docking collar open, for the potential of capturing enemy DropShips. Overall, it had been a solid victory, and after spending several hours transferring my DropShips from the existing JumpShips to the previously charged ones we had waiting, we jumped to Goat Path.

The news I had received from Blackjack also buoyed my spirits somewhat. I wasn't sure if it was my communication to Father that had done it, but they were moving Victor away from Twycross, along with the unit he was part of and the Kell Hounds. The good news there was contrasted by word of the loss of several other worlds. The Jade Falcons were pushing deeper into our territory, as were the Wolves. We were still losing ground despite the victories on Twycross and Beta VII.

We arrived in the Goat Path system to find… nothing, save for a single Point Commander. A Point Commander, five Elementals, to hold onto an entire world. I was… flabbergasted. At least I was, until a comm link connection was established with the last remnants of the Goat Path Militia.

"FedCom vessel, I am Leftenant Jessica Adams, the last surviving officer of the Goat Path Militia. We were defeated, absolutely destroyed, by enemy Clan 'Mechs. We have what amounts to a company of light combat vehicles and half a dozen platoons of infantry scattered about. Even so, we thought we could retake Goat Path, but the Com Guards are aiding the Clans. I repeat, the Com Guards are aiding the Clans. They have declared us terrorists and claim they are doing nothing more than defensive actions, but again I say, they are providing military support for the Clans."

I cursed the laws of physics and the time lag they imposed, but I sent a response with an exhaustive list of questions, most importantly asking if they had any battle ROM data or video of the Com Guards fighting Inner Sphere units, as well as how many Com Guards they had on the world.

I received my answer almost an hour later. The Com Guards had a lance of 'Mechs, a battalion of armor, and a battalion of infantry. They did have footage, and I saw Gregory back away from me while Ainsworth looked at me warily.

What? I'm just smiling.

"I'll issue the batchall to the Point Commander so we know where he is and then we'll take him down. In the meantime Get the Demi-Precentor on the line. I want a face to face with her once we land. I also have some tasks for you Ainsworth…"

Did I feel bad about having a lance of the Star Guards deal with five Elementals? Not at all. They took some minor damage, but it gave them more experience fighting against them. I also believed that after Icar, and the sheer panic they faced when first encountering them, it would prove to be cathartic. Sadly, there was no DropShip to loot, and basically nothing else was worthwhile either.

The Demi-Precentor was a woman of advancing years named Leslie Lepik. Ainsworth supplied that she was almost certainly an unimportant individual, as the FCIS files merely had a name, origin world, and time within ComStar. Goat Path was just not an important enough world to devote intelligence resources to.

She agreed to our meeting, suggesting the local Com Guard facility, which I vetoed and instead invited her to a private dining establishment nearby that would be cleared out of other customers just for our meeting. Lepik greeted me with a bow. It was odd meeting her with guards, besides Ainsworth and her team, but they had other assignments while I met with the Demi-Precentor.

"Princess Katherine Steiner-Davion, may the Peace of Blake be upon you. I had not expected such an august visitor to our world. It warms these old bones to know that Goat Path is once again in Lyran hands."

"Is that so? It seems as if the local Com Guards saw some fighting. Please explain how that came to pass."

The smile faded from the old woman's face. "As you know, ComStar has taken steps to mitigate the excesses of the occupation. Part of that is ensuring terroristic and criminal actions are stopped. Unfortunately, when a world falls and its rightful rulers are disposed of by the Clans, anarchy and lawlessness tends to break out. The Com Guards take no joy in policing actions, but they are often required."

"I see. Is that the lie you intend to sell? That survivors of the Goat Path Militia were just… what? Looters and criminal opportunists?"

She shook her head slowly. "I'm afraid you must be mistaken. The Goat Path Militia was completely wiped out by the Clans. I suppose it is possible that some enterprising members of the criminal element had surplus military equipment… I know you are a stranger to this world, Highness, but Goat Path is practically run by the Malthus crime syndicate. They, of course, would be more than eager to make the lives of Lyran citizens even worse the moment they could."

I laughed in her face. "Those are pretty lies, Demi-Precentor. I must admit, the audacity in your falsehoods is simply incredible. Let us let the pretty façade fade for a moment. The bottom line is, you are aiding the Clans and have been from the start. There is no possible way the limited number of forces the Clans leave on some of these worlds could manage to hold them from local resistance."

Her eyes flashed. "You are a child who knows nothing. What will you do? Claim we are aiding the Clans? These claims will lead to heightened costs for messages being sent. It may even lead to an interdiction if you make enough noise."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. She was correct in a sense.

"Your Com Guard killed military servicemembers loyal to the AFFC. We have video evidence. But you are correct, your complete monopoly on communication between the stars leaves us with limited options. But options nonetheless."

She flinched at my gaze.

"What are you saying?"

"What I am saying is that I may not be able to defy ComStar openly, but I can make life very unpleasant for you. It would be trivial for an 'accident' to occur when those members of the criminal element attack this fine restaurant and you suffer quite terribly before succumbing to your injuries."

"Blake's Blood! You think you can get away with such a falsehood? You think you can threaten a Demi-Precentor of ComStar? The First Circuit will see through your lies and Interdict your nation until it is ground to dust!"

I gave her a chilly smile. "You are a traitor to the Inner Sphere. Perhaps I should take that risk just to see your painful end."

I was hamming it up quite a bit, but I needed a bit more pressure so she could reveal what contingencies she may have set.

"Do you think I walked in here without instructions for the Com Guards? If I don't report back within the hour, a Priority Alpha message will be sent to the First Circuit."

An hour. That will cut things close, but it must be done.

I subtly clicked the device hidden in the pants of my uniform, giving the green light for Ainsworth and Hauptmann Rogers to begin Operation: SIGNALUNTERBRECHUNG.

"Perhaps, but this is a B-Class HPG system world. We could throw some confusion on the whole matter. Given the relative unimportance and already your stated disclaimer that criminal elements were using military uniforms…" I let my voice trail off before continuing. "Meanwhile, you'll be dead."

She sniffed. "You are bluffing. Besides, the Primus and the First Circuit are just waiting for the right time to Interdict your father's realm. How many millions will your petty vengeance here cost? How many billions? You wouldn't dare; you are a girl in over her head."

I held her gaze and then let my own drop. "I… I just wanted to earn some concession from you. My father hates ComStar and if I could bargain for something…"

With a superior look toward me, she took a bite of the chicken.

"As I suspected. I suppose all those holovid advertisements that you do have made you a good actress. For a moment there, I thought you were serious."

I nodded and gave her a conspiratorial smile. "I do enjoy theatrics. I would much rather star in a stage production than be fighting out here on the front." I paused, trying to avoid moving too quickly. I wasn't sure how well she would resist more forceful interrogation, so I wanted to try my hand at this first. "But I suppose neither career is likely moving forward. Why are the Com Guards siding with the Clans? I've seen parts of Clan society; it is alien and strange."

Leslie looked at me for a moment. "The First Circuit almost certainly has a plan. Our aid to the Clans will allow Blake's Vision to be fulfilled. I am not important enough to know all the details."

"I believe you," I said as I signaled for the guards to take her.

They arrived in waiter uniforms from the local establishment, and as one asked her about dessert, another slipped a mask on her with fast-acting gas to make her lose consciousness. The other grabbed her jaw to prevent any sort of cyanide pill from being triggered. She probably didn't have one, but it never hurt to be certain.

I was taking a gamble here, but one that was necessary. We couldn't keep fighting this war while being kneecapped by ComStar. I had directional mics that had picked up everything she said, as well as footage of the Com Guards' activities. It wasn't something I could use yet, because Interdiction would be disastrous, but long-term, I'd keep it in my back pocket. In the meantime, the ComStar facility would be taken down before they even realized the infiltration had been successful. Ainsworth had once again proven to be a goldmine of knowledge and expertise. While neither her, or anyone else's, actions during Operation: FLUSH had involved attacks on HPG facilities, plans had been drawn up, and she had been part of those planning sessions.

The die is cast and it is up to Ainsworth and Rogers now.

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Chapter 22

Goat Path
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
September 29th 3050


Ainsworth felt this had been a long time coming. ComStar had nearly killed her, and they had killed many of her friends and comrades. Operation: FLUSH had one of the highest casualty rates of any operation MIIO had conducted in the modern era. Now, years later, there was more proof of ComStar's outright betrayal. The time to strike back had come.

The issue wasn't the capability to defeat the local Com Guard forces – that went without saying, as it did on most worlds. The key to this operation was speed and precision. They needed to seize the facility before any message could get off-world, and they wanted to take it relatively intact.

An A-Rated HPG was a mini-fortress. At a glance, some of these facilities might not seem that way, but their aesthetically pleasing exteriors concealed formidable defenses. On important worlds, they were typically powered by a nuclear reactor with a secondary power source, in addition to being connected to the local power grid. Much of the structure lay underground, featuring blast-proof rooms that could be environmentally sealed. BattleMech bays, other military forces, and years' worth of supplies were often housed within.

Fortunately, this was a B-Rated HPG on an unimportant world. The rocky planet had never sustained a large population. Like most inconsequential worlds, it was largely self-sufficient in food and energy. Medicines and luxuries arrived in bulk once a year, along with the occasional contraband smuggler. The Clans had taken it easily and found nothing of value here – that was why they had defended it so lightly. But only with ComStar's help had they been able to hold onto it. The capital was small, yet it still boasted hundreds of thousands of people.

The ComStar facility had a nuclear reactor and was connected to the grid. Two of her FCIS partners would handle the reactor through a more conventional infiltration. The grid was easy to disable, and Hauptmann Rogers would be coming in hot with their Elementals once Ainsworth gave the signal.

Approaching the building she walked at a brisk pace with a worried expression.

"I am Kommandant Lautner's personal aide. I have an urgent message to send to Blumenort – he's had a medical event. Please, let me see the Demi-Precentor," I told the man at the desk.

He shook his head. "She has an appointment with Princess Katherine. I can have an Adept speak with you. As long as the access codes you provide are valid, we can still send the message during our batch."

"I know you send messages every twelve hours, but I need to send mine sooner."

"I'm afraid we can't do that."

"Exceptions are made all the time. Take me to the Adept who can make that call!"

The man gave a long-suffering sigh and then clicked his communicator. A moment later, a Com Guard soldier and another aide took Ainsworth down the hall and into a well-furnished office.

Security is so incredibly sloppy. No one even checked me for weapons.

Not that it would have mattered. Ainsworth was already moving, drawing her concealed knife as soon as she confirmed the room was clear. Her first strike hit the Com Guard, sinking into his neck. The next was fatal to the aide, and the final strike – roughly 0.8 seconds after she drew her blade – saw the knife thrown into the Initiate's throat.

She sent the signal to begin phase two, and several things happened at once. The power dimmed as she took the Com Guard's auto-pistol and ensured it was fully loaded. Emergency lights flickered on, then went out. Ainsworth dragged the bodies into the room and waited for others to arrive.

Their thinking was that whoever the number two person at this facility was would be the most likely to send out an urgent Alpha Priority message. By killing them, they reduced the likelihood of anyone else being able to send anything out. However, once the fighting began with the Com Guards, it was likely they would immediately try to contact the second-in-command to send out the distress signal.

On cue, after the sounds of the 1st Royal FedCom Guards engaging enemy armor and 'Mech elements, and Hauptmann Rogers' team blazing through the front door, panicked ComStar staff ran to this office, where they were promptly gunned down by Ainsworth. The shots led to screams, and Ainsworth relocated down the hall. More staff arrived with two Com Guard soldiers, but Ainsworth did what she did best. Switching guns with one of the downed troopers, she didn't have to kill anyone else, as Hauptmann Rogers and his battle armor company had arrived.

The station would go offline briefly, until they could get what they needed from the Demi-Precentor. As ComStar personnel surrendered, they would serve as useful backups. Technology was technology; it did not require advanced understanding to use. The issue was that they had no way of knowing if there were any security protocols, such as access codes that needed to be sent every few days to prevent operations like this. They didn't know if certain encryptions were being used or protocols in place to prevent the reactor from blowing if they weren't followed.

ROM had been sloppy in many cases, leading to a lot of internal debate among MIIO on just how detailed their security routines would be. Some thought that ComStar's arrogance meant they were lax and didn't have convoluted protections. Ultimately, no one knew. ROM field agents who had been captured had gone through anti-interrogation training and typically didn't have any details of the workings of ComStar beyond their individual cell.

We'll need to move fast with the interrogations, but given the joke that was the security of this compound, we're probably good.

Ainsworth was eager to trawl through the data as well. ComStar, being ComStar, had probably kept diligent records and receipts of all messages. What orders the First Circuit was giving to their HPG stations, like Goat Path, which had been taken over by the Clans, would reveal much. During the few days it took to reach the planet, Katherine had already started scheming ways to exploit being within their system. The little – well, not so little anymore – terror had a devious mind. As absurdly skilled as her charge was in military planning and execution, Ainsworth truly believed she would be the best fit to one day inherit running the FCIS.

It probably would never happen, but an agent can dream.

Tharkad City, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
October 7th 3050


"She did what?" Hanse practically shouted as Justin provided him the news sent via the black box. The only other person in the room was Alexi.

"By her account," Justin said steadily, "they were not able to get off a warning message. Apparently, ComStar has been doing more than just acting as a liaison. The Com Guards are not just providing intelligence to the enemy; they are also assisting with security operations. If it comes to light, the excuse they have on hand is that by having Com Guards 'police the criminal element' instead of the Clans, they eliminate the Clans from being too overly heavy-handed. It's all the same in the end. The reason we don't move is due to the impact of Interdiction, so how flimsy the lie is just doesn't matter."

"She's sure that ComStar doesn't know?"

"She is, and she has Ainsworth with her, so I believe the assessment is correct," Justin replied.

Alexi added, "This does create an awkward strategic situation. Under no circumstances can the Clans retake Goat Path. If ComStar found out we took over an HPG station, they would Interdict immediately. They would also likely activate the Com Guards fully, perhaps even openly ally with House Liao. By our estimates, the Com Guards have at least thirty regiments of 'Mechs and far more in armor and infantry divisions."

Hanse shook his head in frustration. "Did she share why she was even on Goat Path?"

Justin looked over his notes. "Hmm, no, but reading between the lines, I think your blessing in giving her autonomy to make the call in the field based on the situation made her think you wanted her to continue disrupting the Jade Falcon line of advance."

"I give my able commanders a long leash; that's how you were so successful when you went undercover," Hanse replied, slightly defensive.

"Your daughter has a… unique perspective." Justin said carefully.

Alexi strangled a laugh before it could fully form.

"On the bright side," Justin said, "the line of the Falcon advance seems to indicate they don't want to drift too far away from the other Clans. The furthest anti-spinward they've gone is Barcelona, the next-most is Roadside. It is unclear if that pattern will continue, but their front-line units will likely be further rimward. There's been no attack on Blue Hole or Kooken's Pleasure Pit, so they may not even bother attempting to retake it. Plus, if Ainsworth and the team are successful, we can then feed ComStar and/or the Clans anything we want about Goat Path."

Now there's an idea… no, not the time. We aren't ready to move on ComStar; the risk is too high.

"All right, give me options then. What can we do to ensure Goat Path doesn't fall?"

Alexi grimaced. "Kathil Ulhans are one of our most elite regiments. Send Leftenant General Redburn there. I know we wanted him as reserve or potentially on the offense, but he'll have a real shot at holding it, even if it isn't an RCT. We can also have him be given official orders to head to Blackjack, but he'll actually be on Goat Path, and then that will be a surprise kick to the teeth. There's no way they are going to think to devote more than a Cluster to a world like Goat Path, especially with how Katherine left Beta VII with no standing defensive force."

Justin looked momentarily lost in thought. "Andrew could get the job done, but it is pushing it. We might want Katherine to leave behind additional defenses and start building up fortifications like she did on Blackjack."

I need more resources, but they are only slowly trickling in. Delays in getting other units from Skye out of the March has frustrated our efforts. I need to operate from a position of strength with Marik and Liao. If they sense weakness, they will pounce. I'll never be able to trust Romano Liao, but Thomas Marik, maybe…

That was the major conundrum he faced. As long as his frontline units were on the borders, they wouldn't dare attack. But if he moved them off, there was a high possibility they would take advantage. He needed more units, and soon; some risks had to be taken.

"I am moving the 2nd Donegal Guards RCT from Hyde to Donegal. At the same time, Donegal will be sending the 24th Lyran Guards RCT to Sudeten. Given the JumpShip constraints, they can be moved piecemeal. The first elements will arrive before year's end, and the rest no later than March," Hanse announced. "I don't believe Thomas Marik will go to war even if we leave Hyde vulnerable.

"Based on your analysis, I think it is likely that Zoetermeer will be targeted, and Marshal Sarah Steiner only has her heavily damaged command of the 10th Donegal Guards to hold it. They are at about 25% strength, and 'Mech and vehicle replacements are being re-routed to Blackjack for Katherine. I'm sending the Davion Heavy Guards to reinforce it."

Justin's face momentarily flashed with worry before resuming his usual professional countenance. His son was a Leftenant in that unit.

"I'm also going to make sure Katherine has clear instructions to not take any more HPG facilities. I swear, if I didn't know any better, I'd think she was making my job harder because I'm keeping Victor on the frontlines. No further raiding either, until we know more about where the Jade Falcons and Wolves are going to hit next."

"What will Victor and the 10th​ Lyran Guards be doing?" Alexi asked.

"For now, recuperate on Sudeten with the Kell Hounds. They have a lot of salvage to sort through, but few intact 'Mechs. We'll try to re-equip both units from that salvage. Depending on how the fighting goes and what units need to retreat off conquered worlds, I may have partial units form up with the 10th Lyran. It will be months before they are ready for combat. We've done good work in creating headaches for the Jade Falcons, but now we need to wait to see how they react before we plan further counter-offensives."

Justin nodded. "Don't forget to review with Field Marshal Steiner sometime today before I send out the orders."

Hanse grumbled good-naturedly. It was important to include the head of Lyran State Command, but the conversation would be superfluous. The decision had been made, but it was important not to run completely roughshod over Lyran Command. Nonetheless, he promised Justin he would.

This could still be disastrous, but Ainsworth will know how much of an intelligence victory this is going to be. NAIS already believes we can operate the HPG network, but now we can prove it. That's my little girl!

Blackjack
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
October 30th 3050

He was the only Jade Falcon warrior who had accepted being a bondsman. His fellow warriors had felt that the foul tactics used by the Inner Sphere meant they did not follow the Honor Road and were not entitled to take Clan warriors as bondsmen. Drack had pointed out that Colonel Katherine had offered to fight an honorable battle, but had been declined. The argument had fallen on deaf years, especially since Anu was disgraced, demoted, and had been shipped off back to the Home Worlds for having offered the same form of battle and losing.

For Drack, the idea of never piloting a 'Mech again or no longer being a warrior was anathema. He needed to – he had to. He also held hope that, as a warrior, he could make a name for himself and be deployed on the frontlines against his former Clan. While he would never deliberately lose, if he were retaken as a bondsman… Alternatively, he could achieve something grand and die while fighting against the Clans – doing so in a way that would earn him a line in The Remembrance or ensure his genetics were passed on. That, too, would be a fine thing.

To win that honor, he had to prove useful and labor as a lesser caste. Thankfully, as a MechWarrior, he was not ignorant of how 'Mechs were maintained, so he was not relegated to what would have been analogous to the Labor Caste. Not that these Spheroids used that term, but being around a 'Mech was better than not.

Colonel Katherine had recently returned to the planet and had granted him the opportunity to use a 'Mech simulator against others. Word was that she had defeated two Jade Falcon garrison forces, something that stirred complex feelings in Drack.

It was odd using the simulators, but it was surprisingly close to piloting a 'Mech. When he defeated one of the officers, there was a strange level of surprise among the gathered warriors.

"Why are you shocked? I am a Trueborn; besting a freebirth is normal."

That had almost descended into a fight, and Drack was uncertain if such a thing was allowed. The Tech Caste shouldn't fight the Warrior Caste, but it seemed as if the warrior was challenging him. A superior officer intervened, and since no circle of equals had been drawn, Drack shrugged it off. To his surprise, the next day he was summoned to speak with Colonel Katherine.

"You did well in the simulator. I take it you would enjoy additional opportunities, quiaff?"

"Aff."

"Then you should avoid provoking my soldiers. Your comments about Trueborn and freebirth create animosity, and your continued presence is already a sore spot for some."

"I will obey. I did not seek to cause offense; I was merely explaining why I am better," Drack replied.

The Colonel steepled her fingers. "When I first heard of the genetic practices in your society, I found myself frustrated by the lack of data. The training and selection process for admission into the Warrior Caste is far more stringent than the Inner Sphere's. Is it your genetics? Or is it the training? Or perhaps the rigorous selection process? Have they studied this? Tested raising freeborn individuals in a sibko-like environment?"

Drack didn't know and said as much. That was really a Science Caste issue.

"Yes, your people compartmentalize quite well. Almost designed that way… just as you did not intend to offend with your talk of trueborn and freebirth, I warn you that I am not intending to offend either. But walk with me on my thought process."

"Yes Colonel."

"It is obvious that your genetic breeding program has improved certain dimensions. Based on what I have been told, and what I believe you and others from the Clans believe, it has been successful in making would-be MechWarriors compatible with Neurohelmets. It may have also improved reflexes. And in the case of Elementals, genes have been selected for height and the ability to build muscle mass. But I wonder if it was successful in other ways."

Drack didn't hear a direct question for him, so he stayed silent. The commander on this planet seemed to understand that the Clans had bred superior warriors, which was good. Perhaps the Inner Sphere would begin doing something similar. Perhaps Drack's own genes could be used...

"It dawns on me that your Science Caste has relatively few checks and balances. I am somewhat of a scholar on Terran history. Dogs were bred for various reasons – hunting, fighting, and many more purposes. Genetic legacy and selection could even breed increased intelligence and refinement in temperament."

Drack frowned. What was she getting at?

"This lack of curiosity in the warriors I have encountered has me questioning—is it due to your culture, or has conformity and narrow thinking been bred into you? It would be interesting to test this theory with a brand-new sibko stolen from the Clans and see if they develop similar personality traits when raised as Inner Sphere children."

His jaw dropped a little. What she was saying was obscene!

She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "I assume your people didn't bring children with you on your journey, so that's a moot point. What's not moot is the idea that the Science Caste has meddled and found a way to keep all of you Warrior Caste focused on fighting, never thinking to put checks on their work. You assume your trueborn genetics make you superior, when perhaps they've just made you better slaves."

His fists clenched. That wasn't true! The Khans wouldn't allow it.

"Speak. I know you are angry, but the point of this exercise is to hear your thoughts."

"The Science Caste would never dare. I am a lowly MechWarrior, but I am sure the Khans would check what was being done."

"Who would they get to check?"

Drack paused, suddenly uncertain. "Well, they would have other members of the Science Caste check."

"Hmm, yes, what a brilliant way to ensure the most precious and sacred piece of your society is protected: let them govern themselves," she mused.

No… it cannot be. But… freebirths do all tend to use contractions despite warnings. Just hearing one over communication devices I can typically tell who is trueborn of freebirth.

Shaken, Drack didn't know what to say. "I admit it is possible, Colonel. But to what end? And why would it matter now, as I am no longer Jade Falcon?"

She tilted her head. "You really wouldn't care what's going on with your former Clan?"

"There are lingering thoughts of fondness, but I am now part of the Lyran Commonwealth Clan."

"Just like that? Fascinating. Then why do you still persist in not sharing more details about your Clan's military force and where your Home Worlds are?"

"That is different, it is a matter of honor, not loyalty."

She looked exasperated at the response.

"Do you believe the Clans will succeed in their invasion?"

"Aff."

"Then why worry about us knowing where your Home Worlds lie?"

"It is a matter of honor."

She smiled. "That phrase is becoming annoying. But let me move on. If I were to consider making you a warrior again, would you follow orders even if they conflicted with your honor? For example, if I told you to combine fire with the rest of your fire team?"

Drack considered for a moment. "It would depend on the breach of honor. Not using Zellbrigen is dishonorable, but not the worst thing. There are times when we forgo its use when dealing with Bandit Caste. Sometimes accidents do occur in battle. After the first person breaks the honor of a duel, it is acceptable to respond in kind. We still tend to avoid it, as there can be no honor won. At times, the necessities of a battle do outweigh individual honor."

"Drack, if you were to become a warrior, gain promotion, and even lead other warriors in combat, would using your knowledge of how your former Clan operates to lead your unit to victory be a breach of honor?"

I sense the trap.

"Neg."

"And then, if you were promoted again and asked to join the highest councils of military strategy in our war against your former Clan, would it be dishonorable for your planning decisions to be based on what you know as a former Clan member?"

He fidgeted. "I have not considered it. I am pledged to my honor. Illogical or not."

She smiled. "We will have more conversations about this in the future, Drack. But know this: I am not fully opposed to using your talents in battle. I was impressed by how you performed in battle and in the simulator training. But I also need to know that I am not wasting my time on you, and that you truly believe you are part of 'Clan Lyran Commonwealth' and wish to see us triumph over Clan Jade Falcon and the rest. Until I believe that, you will continue in the role you have now. Dismissed."

Drack walked out of the room, his thoughts heavy and confused. Colonel Katherine had given him much to think about.

Zoetermeer
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
November 7th​ 3050


Marshal Ann Adelmana had arrived on Zoetermeer only a week before the attack came. There had been little time to prepare, but they had done their best to collaborate with Marshal Sarah Steiner's battered RCT to fortify the ground for the impending assault.

The Jade Falcons had jumped into a nearby Pirate Point and were already dropping in fast. It was decided that Ann would attempt the batchall, but the Jade Falcons did not respond to their attempt at communication. That was where things began to go poorly.

According to Clan warfare rules, the defenders had the right to choose the ground. With that in mind, they began digging in at a strategic location away from the capital, utilizing the mines at their disposal, and establishing positions where the infantry of the 10th Donegal Guard could make life difficult for the enemy.

At first, they had thought there might be an issue with the Clan communication equipment – perhaps a partial misjump had fried them. But ultimately, that theory was dismissed as too fanciful. No, something had changed in the way the Clans fought, and her regiment was going to bear the brunt of it.

The Clans were dropping into the city, forcing them to scramble to defend it. Their battle lines were in disarray, barely forming in time to witness swarms of Elementals pouring from DropShips alongside the powerful OmniMechs.

"Based on the number and size of the DropShips, we're dealing with two Clusters," Ann advised over the command channel, which included her battalion leaders and Marshal Steiner's top officers. "Half of our force is still strung out, and we've given the evac order for the civvies to head south. We're setting up a perimeter to hold them at bay until the rest of the 10th can get into position. This isn't where we wanted to fight, but the buildings will force them into close range, so it's not a total loss."

Marshal Steiner's voice came over the line. "Understood. Our DropShips are still at the fallback point, and I don't think they've been detected."

"That's seventy klicks from here, let's hope we don't need them."

The odds weren't great, but she had the cream of the crop of the Federated Suns with her. She respected her Lyran counterparts, but these weren't crack units facing the Clans – their best were still on Tharkad, just as the Davion Heavy Guards had been on New Avalon. Plus, her regiment had all the best toys. Two of her Kommandants fielded Devastators, and her 1st Battalion was fully outfitted with new models like the Caesar and Axman, or upgraded variants of classics like the Warhammer.

Her second and third battalions also fielded those upgraded variants and new designs, but a good third of their 'Mechs were still older models. Even so, the superior skill of the Davion Heavy Guards should be enough to turn the tide. She knew the 10th Donegal Guards wouldn't be a huge help – less than a battalion of 'Mechs, a regiment of armor, and the rest infantry. It was a pity they didn't have any artillery.

The first elements of the Clan invaders clashed with the outer edge of the 2nd Battalion. From the cockpit of her upgraded Atlas, she monitored the flow of battle. At first, things seemed to be going well – but then the reports came in. Elementals were attacking.

"Physical attacks are key, shoot where you can, but stomp or grab them!"

A Hauptmann came over the line, his voice tense. "They're fast – I've got one on my back! Hammer 2, get it off!"

She pushed her 'Mech forward, ordering her 1st Battalion to sweep around the left flank of the 2nd. Meanwhile, she had the 12th hold the right flank.

Her air wing commander reported in, "Marshal Adelmana, we count sixty – repeat, six-zero – Aerospace fighters on approach. Ready and waiting for your orders."

She cursed. She had only forty aerospace fighters, two full wings, but against superior numbers and superior technology, there was little chance they could hold them off.

"See if you can bait them over 3rd Battalion. If they fly low enough, we'll thin them out. Do not engage without support," she ordered.

As she waited with her reserves and the casualties mounted at a frightening pace, she began to doubt their chances. Second Battalion was getting absolutely mauled. First Battalion was holding well enough, but the 10th Donegal...

Zoetermeer
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
November 7th​ 3050


Wendy called out targets for her lance to focus on as the enemy attacked. She cursed as a particularly dangerous 'Mech appeared from behind the building, sending eight lasers crashing into her lance-mates' torso. Half of the Warhammer disintegrated under the blazing onslaught of so many lasers. Her Gauss Rifle clicked to ready and slammed into the Nova. Her own pulse lasers joined the cacophony of destruction, but the OmniMech remained standing.

"Everyone, on that Nova now, before it can shoot again!"

Her lance tried to focus on the Nova, but other threats demanded attention. Another member of her lance, piloting a Marauder, had an Elemental clinging to its back, tearing away armor plates. A massive amount of damage had been done, but the Nova refused to fall. The lasers fired again, and the Warhammer was blasted back into a building, its engine flaring and gyroscope exposed.

Wendy's 'Mech rocked as it took a barrage of SRMs from an enemy 85-tonner that intelligence had identified as a Warhawk. Instead of the usual array of PPCs, this one was equipped with a Gauss Rifle, an array of lasers, and twin SRMs. More Elementals began descending on the Marauder, and they still hadn't dealt with the Nova!

Someone else took care of the Nova. A Gauss Rifle slug and an ER PPC tore straight through its chest, crippling it completely and sending it crashing down into the street. Kai's Caesar had arrived. He expertly used three of his lasers to take out an Elemental on the Marauder without damaging his ally. As he closed in to grab another, the Elemental quickly dropped away, using its jump jets to rocket out of reach. But Kai didn't stop moving. With a grace that seemed impossible for such a large 'Mech, he turned and closed the distance, smashing the Elemental out of the air with a single fist.

Wendy fired her Gauss Rifle, a silvery ball of death that slammed into the Warhawk, tearing away almost a ton of armor from its arm. An enemy Summoner jumped over a building and unleashed a brutal salvo from the Clan version of an AC/20. Vomiting out twice as many rounds as a standard autocannon, it shredded the Marauder, turning the heavy Inner Sphere 'Mech into Swiss cheese. Only then did the SRMs launch, causing critical strikes across the Marauder, which finally collapsed from the catastrophic damage and the partial destruction of multiple critical systems.

Wendy pushed her 'Mech around the side of a blown-out structure to avoid a few of the SRMs stalking her from the Warhawk. The damage was mounting, and most of the armor on the right side of her 'Mech had been completely stripped. On the opposite side, her left leg had its internal structure exposed.

Rounding the building, her aim was true once more. One of the Gauss Rifle strikes tore the Warhawk's arm free, while the second buried itself in the enemy 'Mech's leg. An Axman from Kai's lance joined the fray, adding more damage to the Warhawk, its AC/20 and medium lasers shattering and burning armor away. Two more Elementals crested a building and sent SRMs into Wendy's 'Mech.

Wendy watched as Kai charged the deadly Summoner. Instead of a typical charge, he missed by a meter but lashed out with one arm of his 'Mech, striking the upper body of the Summoner. The enemy 'Mech, confronted with the force on its upper body, could do nothing but obey the laws of physics as it crashed to the ground. Kai's 'Mech arm had nearly torn off, but the momentum of the strike slowed his 'Mech, preventing him from flying past the enemy despite the speed he'd built up. Kai turned his 'Mech, leaned it over, and placed the ER PPC right above the Summoner's cockpit, less than half a meter away, before firing it and ending the deadly threat the Summoner posed.

The Warhawk was thrown off balance by the sudden appearance of the Axman, and the next barrage of SRMs saw fewer hits. Wendy and the Axman pressed the attack, finishing off the Warhawk. Suddenly, there were no more foes around.

"Kai, your Gauss Rifle was in that arm."

"It was, but I was almost out of ammo anyway," he replied.

Wendy heard the Battalion order to retreat. As a Leftenant, she wasn't on the command channel, but as she and the lance pulled back, she queried her Hauptmann about why they were falling back.

"The 10th Guard is routed and the 2nd Battalion is under half-strength. We are pulling out of this rock… if we can."

Wendy cursed. A fighting retreat was the worst kind. They backed away, and for a time, there was no enemy pressure. But the Clan 'Mechs were faster, and soon almost a company of lighter 'Mechs raced forward toward them, weaving between the buildings. Wendy cursed as she missed with her Gauss Rifle, but she was satisfied when her PPC scorched the enemy 'Mech.

Wait… no damage?

Zooming in, she saw that the 'Mech wasn't damaged, but instead, she had hit an Elemental that had been riding on the light 'Mech! The lighter 'Mechs were dangerous, but it was the Elementals that caused the most alarm. The tactical doctrine called for physical attacks, but that was far harder than it sounded, especially in heavier 'Mechs. Only Kai seemed to have a knack for swatting them out of the air and landing his deadly blows.

Wendy felt pride blossom in her chest as her husband tore into the enemy armored infantry like normal Inner Sphere 'Mechs could tear into unarmored infantry. If they came close to him, his 'Mech found them. Even as he did so, his ER PPC and lasers continued to burn away armor from the enemy 'Mechs. The fighting was brutal, but eventually, their company shattered the attack. The cost was high, as it was just her, Kai, two other heavy 'Mechs, and their Hauptmann's Zeus remaining.

The continued retreat to their DropShips was harrowing. It was only afterwards that Wendy would learn the 10th​ Donegal had rallied and slowed the Falcon pursuers enough to buy them time. Aerospace fighters dueled in the skies above, and thrice they came within range for her and Kai's ER PPCs to help take down the enemy fighters. Her own Gauss Rifle ammo had long since run out.

The ride back to the JumpShip was a somber one. Arguably the most elite regiments in all the Inner Sphere had been utterly defeated and routed. Casualty reports weren't official yet, but she had eyes. Less than a battalion of 'Mechs had made it to the DropShips, and the remaining fighter escort, only a squadron. Wendy knew from the comms chatter that the heavy use of 'Mechs without hands had made using physical attacks against the Elementals difficult and had played a big role in picking apart the regiment. Even with hands, it was a challenging task if you weren't Kai Allard-Liao.

At least we both made it out of there. I don't know what I would do if I lost Kai.

Zoetermeer
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
November 8th 3050


The saKhan of the Jade Falcons felt dirtied by the victory on this world. Timur Malthus was a Jade Falcon warrior who prided himself on honoring Zellbrigen and the Way of the Clans. Khan Crichell had given him orders and defended them by saying the 10th Donegal Guards were Dezgra for not accepting a batchall on other worlds they had fought on, thereby justifying not issuing a batchall to the defenders.

As if sensing his thoughts, Adler Malthus spoke, "These were worthy foes. They may have not practiced Zellbrigen, but what can one expect from barbarians? The enemy fought boldly and fearlessly with skill I have not seen displayed previously. I am eager to see if any bondsmen will win back their place as Warriors."

"Even if they are freebirth?"

"Aff."

Timur nodded. They had struck the world with the Jade Falcon Guards and the 7th Falcon Regulars Cluster. Due to the Falcon Guards still being understrength from earlier engagements, Timur had led the Turkina Keshik to assist them and had assumed overall command. Despite performing to his very high standards, losses had still mounted.

"The Falcon Guards will need repairs, and you have more warriors than 'Mechs, Star Colonel." He held his subordinate's gaze for a moment. "I will also be ordering the Tech Caste, as a temporary measure, to repair and bring to function what enemy 'Mechs we can and then have them issued to your warriors."

Adler's eyes widened in surprise. "Surely we are not so desperate as to use such inferior equipment."

Timur grimaced. Every Cluster had spare OmniMechs brought with them, but not enough to offset the attrition rate they were now facing. Each month, another transport with DropShips laden with supplies and OmniMechs would arrive, but those reinforcements – meant to make up for the anticipated losses – had been based on projections made in April. That was before Blackjack and Twycross.

"We are. The Wolves have launched an ambitious Fifth Wave, far exceeding the other Clans. It remains to be seen if they have bid foolishly." Timur's gaze hardened. "Warriors have pride, and it is deserved, but they will make use of what is available. An extra Star or Binary of Inner Sphere refuse is still better than nothing at all."

"I hear and obey." Adler replied.

"You will have three weeks and then you will move on to Graus. Our ComStar allies say the world will have little defense, but they have failed us more than once now. Be prepared for anything."

"You will not be with us, quineg?"

"Neg, I am joining other units to reclaim Twycross before the month is over."

With nothing more to say, they both went about their duties.

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Chapter 23

Tharkad City, Tharkad
District of Donegal, Lyran Commonwealth
November 9th 3050


Hanse Davion was surprised to receive a request for a private audience from Morgan Kell and Major Sveng Ngov of the Wolf's Dragoons. Recognizing its importance, he quickly made time for the meeting, accompanied by his wife and Justin Allard. One was a trusted ally of House Steiner, the other a battalion commander from the increasingly secretive mercenary unit.

Melissa greeted Morgan warmly, and Hanse shook hands first with the Kell Hounds founder, then with Ngov.

"Morgan, I grieve with you for the loss of Christian Kell. He fought bravely, and his actions ensured my son's survival. From my family to yours, thank you," Hanse said solemnly.

Morgan Kell slowly nodded, his hands at his sides. "Thank you. The loss of Phelan and now Christian is felt keenly. While I appreciate your heartfelt gratitude, my purpose here is merely to help ensure Major Ngov could speak with you as soon as possible."

Hanse looked curiously at the Wolf's Dragoons officer. He was dressed in a black uniform, belted at the waist, with red piping running down the legs. His dark eyes and hair were filled with vibrant life, and on the shoulders of his jacket, wolf's head designs with fur drew the eye.

"Has Jaime Wolf finally decided to take part in the war?" Hanse asked.

The man's intense eyes locked onto Hanse Davion's, and Hanse got the impression that he was testing whether he would flinch. The true challenge for Hanse was resisting the urge to smirk. More dangerous men than this mercenary had challenged him and found him equal to the task.

"Colonel Wolf believes it is time for the Inner Sphere to rally together against a common foe. He is extending an invitation to every ruler and their children to attend a summit on Outreach. The Wolf's Dragoons will provide a JumpShip at four systems along the nearest route from Tharkad to Outreach. It is our hope that you can complete the Command Circuit, or at least a partial one, and arrive no later than January 1st, 3051."

Hanse narrowed his gaze. "He does know we are in the middle of a war."

"Colonel Wolf understands the difficulty of the request; however, he promises information about the Clans that we have gathered, as well as access to technology beyond even what NAIS can produce for those who attend."

Hanse looked to Justin for confirmation.

"Highness, MIIO and LIC both agree that the Wolf's Dragoons likely had access to an SLDF site at some point. Like the Gray Death Legion, it is suspected that they found a Memory Core, though they have kept it well hidden."

Hanse looked to the Wolf's Dragoon and the man didn't acknowledge or deny the information.

"Will you, Archon Steiner, Victor Steiner-Davion, and Katherine Steiner-Davion attend? We also extend this invitation to Morgan Hasek-Davion, Cadance Liao, Justin Allard-Liao, and their progeny."

Hanse looked to Morgan. "I assume that, due to your arrival with Major Ngov, you are in favor of this summit?"

"Yes, Highness. I have long been impressed with the Wolf's Dragoons, and if we can unify our efforts, we will have a better chance of beating the Clans. I plan on attending as well."

Hanse nodded. "Very well, I will send orders to Victor and Katherine to be routed to Tharkad with all possible haste. We will need to, once again, change some of our JumpShip logistics to accommodate a partial Command Circuit. Morgan Hasek-Davion will remain on Sudeten; I need someone I can trust in the field."

Melissa smiled. "I heartily concur. If for no other reason, this news has made me happy, for I will be able to see my children again."

"And Leftenant Allard-Liao?"

Hanse grimaced. "We believe Zoetermeer is under attack and do not yet have word on whether his unit fended off the believed invasion, was destroyed, or made it off-world. The same orders will go out, and if possible, Kai will be joining us."

"Excellent. I have arrived in person due to the security dangers of using ComStar. I trust you will be circumspect in your orders and not reveal that you are headed to Outreach. ComStar will find out sooner or later, but we would prefer the latter."

"On that, we wholeheartedly agree!"

Blackjack
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
November 16th 3050


A strategy meeting on Outreach? Time away from the frontlines? I was ecstatic! This was the sort of thing I had been dreaming of. I had already readied several different counter-invasion options, but this was even better! As JumpShips were gathering at various locations, further complicating our logistical and reinforcement timing, I had only a bit of time left before I headed to Outreach.

My orders limited the number of guests I could include. I chose four specific individuals. Nick Westfield was no doubt the most knowledgeable person alive in the Inner Sphere on Clan technology and its use in the field. Ainsworth would, of course, attend as my bodyguard, and I would also be taking Leftenant Aiko. The final person I selected was my XO, Hauptmann-Kommandant Sven Fischer. The combined-arms approach to making my artillery useful was important to my battlefield tactics, and next to me, he was the best at being able to articulate it.

I would leave Kommandant Hans Lautner in charge. He would retain operational control regardless of what POWs were returned from Wotan and Winfield. My orders were explicit: sit tight unless specific orders were received. After discussion with Ainsworth and Aiko, it was decided he could be trusted with the black box, and we went over the protocol for it.

Our attack on the HPG facility on Goat Path had been an unquestionable success. Our interrogation of the Demi-Precentor, Adepts, and other personnel had gone quite well. Leslie Lepik had shown some resistance to the narco-interrogation, but Ainsworth had played a few clever tricks and was able to identify the coded phrases she had attempted to use when we set her up with a dummy terminal.

The use of the HPG terminal was even simpler than we expected. Technology broke down complex tasks into simple ones. Constructing spare parts, understanding how the technology worked, and repairing it were completely beyond us, so far. However, actually operating the existing machinery? Simple. It wasn't as if ComStar could restrict knowledge on how to use it just to the Demi-Precentor; that would cut off whole worlds if an accident or sudden illness laid them low. Most Adepts knew how to operate it as well.

The most exciting find was the detailed history of messages that were stored on what had been sent to and from Goat Path. The orders from the First Circuit, how often and what Lepik would forward to Precentor Tharkad or the First Circuit. I was confident we could falsify and fake those reports nearly indefinitely. With the arrival of the Kathil Ulhans I had pulled back most of my 1st Royal FedCom Guards to Blackjack leaving only some of the artillery to provide support in case of attack. Through creative use of holovid recordings with Lepik while we interviewed her, we were also able to create contingent messages we could send to any Clan JumpShips that entered the system. The time delay would prove quite advantageous with some quick thinking and a variety of sliced and chopped footage. Nothing that would withstand intense scrutiny, but an impatient Clan officer would be quite easy to fool.

Progress would continue on Blackjack. With more time, I was establishing an underground tunnel system. Having learned of the Turtle Bay atrocities, I had tasked my engineer and TharHes industry personnel to design a system that could withstand orbital bombardment. This was a major undertaking, and they couldn't be sure it would work, but they thought it was possible. We also expanded and started work on some hidden bases outside of the major population centers. I even looked to enhance the industrial base of Blackjack and was surprised when my requests for certain materials were being answered.

Shipping to Blackjack was relatively safe for the moment so long as Kooken's Pleasure Pit remained in FedCom hands. If it were to fall, we would have to rely on uninhabited systems as pathways to Blackjack. My JumpShips had been more idle than I would like, so we carefully mapped out the nearby ones.

Creating a BattleMech factory was not something easily accomplished, so I didn't even attempt it. Creating a munitions factory, though? Far easier, and that would ensure I had all the autocannon rounds and artillery shells I would ever need. The morale on the planet was still sky-high, and people were willing to do what it would take to defend themselves when the two-year timer was up. Between training, building, and more, the populace was doing everything and more than I could ask for.

My personal comms chirped, and Aiko reported an emergency and to come right away to the briefing room. My heart raced; what disaster had happened this time?

I'll be leaving from the frontlines soon; this cannot be happening!

As I burst into the briefing room, almost every officer in my command was there, and they all shouted out at once.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

I blinked. I was going to kill Aiko.

My soldiers were in a good mood, so I wasn't going to ruin it by spilling my Leftenant's blood… but I had not appreciated the surge of anxiety! On the positive side, I was given a few pleasant gifts from my command. They had arranged some rare chocolates and a premium blend of coffee – something I had casually mentioned missing, which I used to drink while at the Nagelring.

They wasted DropShip space on luxuries? I should be affronted by the waste, but it is tasty.

"Katherine," Aiko began with an amused smile, "how does it feel to be eighteen now? Ready to take on adult responsibilities?"

I gave her a death-glare, which she unfortunately now seemed immune to.

Hans looked a bit bemused. "I often forget your years, Princess Katherine, you are perhaps the youngest Colonel the Lyran Commonwealth has seen."

Ainsworth chuckled. "She will probably break the record for Leftenant General soon enough!"

"Don't be silly, Patricia; surely it would be more appropriate to make her Hauptmann-General in one fell swoop," Gregory added.

Despite the delay in getting needed things accomplished and the absurdity of my subordinates, I enjoyed myself. My meat shields knew me well, thanks to their observation skills. They also needed a reason to celebrate after being forced into so many conflicts in such a short time, so I would not begrudge them this.

After a few hours of mingling and telling war stories, we returned to our tasks. I stole Kommandant Lautner's Atlas and told him he would pilot my Gargoyle until I returned.

"Why are you taking my 'Mech?" he asked. His expression perplexed and tone just shy of outright confrontation, clearly age had granted him enough patience not to jump to conclusions as many a younger hotter blooded MechWarrior would at similar news.

"Upgrades. I'm going to ask my father to see your Atlas enhanced with the latest weapon systems. I have been continuously impressed with your 'Mech handling. I intend to keep using you as a blunt instrument against the Clans, and for that, I want you to have the best available technology."

"Yes, Highness, thank you. I don't anticipate needing to pilot a 'Mech before you return, but if I do, I'll make sure your Gargoyle remains in one piece!"

Hopefully, I won't be returning. Given the nature of this summit, I need to arrange events in such a way that I don't get stuck on the frontlines. The best way to do that will be to impress everyone with my strategic understanding of the situation, making me too valuable to be put on the front. A posting on New Avalon would be preferable, but I can also make a strong argument for Tharkad and help integrate Clan and old Star League technology in our 'Mech and vehicle factories there.