Terran Hegemony IC Roleplaying Thread

[chaosxtreme]

Free Worlds League Cantonement
Coventry, Pro-Charlemange Steiner LC Territory.

"This is the Coventry Militia to Free Worlds League Force, you will hand over the Comstar personnel to stand trial for their crimes under Clan Law. If you do not comply I will engage and destroy you."

"You? your going to destroy Steel Hussars? ...Your funny boy. You will be within weapons range of the Green Monster Assault Battalion in 15 seconds, if your mechs do not enter cold shutdown by then we will consider you to be in open opposition of our current mission parameters and we will respond with lethal force. Just so we're clear that means we will kill you boy. All of you."

"This is a Adder world you cannot..."

"You now have 9 seconds."

"Dammit Chicken-hawk I'm warning you I'll..."

"First aren't you supposed to be a clanner now? Better watch the contractions, Second Chicken-hawk? I am Regulan boy, I will make sure you die in fire for that. Also you now have four seconds."

"Regulan Force, Coventry Militia is now entering cold shutdown we are complying do not fire! I repeat do not fire! Do not fire Regulan force, we are entering cold shutdown."

With that the short company of militia mechs began powering down. A scowl crossed the Force Commander's face in the Cockpit of his Devastator.  The first of the Regulan mechs shortly there after pealed off taking over-watch positions on the Lyran Company as the remainder of the Battalion escorted the convoy through.


" Precentor Bahroos, your dropship is at Droport Three within the Free Worlds League Cantonment."

"It is a most strange universe, Force Commander Kapur that the Free Worlds League is facilitating the withdrawal of Comstar personnel. I must say I was shocked when I received your commanders offer while I and my staff were prepared for martyrdom in furtherance of Blake's vision, I am happy that the children need not die here."

"Your thanks is not needed but is accepted, it is the will of my superiors that you be escorted off this world in safety and so you are. It is my poor fortune that these belly crawlers lacked the will to carry through on their intent to provide you and yours to the Star Adders as a 'gift'. These Lyran dog's have not the courage to fight the Clans so they kiss the feet of Charlemagne Steiner.

"I have very much wanted to kill a Lyran for the last two years, Even now they will not oblige me, though I suspect I shall soon find out if four hundred years of selective breeding and gene-engineering is enough to remove the cowardice from the Steiner line. I suspect is not but it shall be interesting to see."


Now you had best not dawdle, Once in the Air a squadron of FWLN Assault Dropships will cover you to the Jump Point, passage from there is your concern I highly recommend heading to Terra through Arc-Royal but this is a decision for you to make."


"Sir, Dropship is away protection of refugee's is hereby transferred from 1st Regulan Hussars to the FWLN 5077th Independent Squadron."

"Force Commander, what do we do with the Militia?"

"They are no longer inviolation of our mission, someone laser beam that lead Mech and let him know he has our permission to power up and leave. As for us Sergei now we report into the General and find out what the Prince would bid us do.

"What about the Captain-General?"

"You are right, let us tell him too."

[Dave Baughman]

Location Unknown
1 October 3069

The man, dressed in the white vestments of a Word of Blake precentor, knelt before his Master's throne, "Dominus," he intoned, "I have returned."

"Indeed you have," the voice replied slowly, "congratulations on your recent success. Events are proceeding in accord with the Prophecy. Soon, the Time of Unmasking will be upon us, and your services will be needed in new ways, my protégé. Soon indeed."

"And Victor?"

"His physicians say that he will live, though they cannot predict when he will awaken from his torpor. Until then, we will keep him safe."

[Iron Mongoose]

His new body guards had wanted him to move into the Director General's residance at once, when Warner Mendoza was elected.  They were doubtless a bit worried to lose a second leader on the job, and were eager to be protective, but Warner insisted on going back to his old apartment to get some personal effects.  That ment a trip to Paris, which worried his security detail to no end.

But, he was the boss, and as he strolled under La Tour Eiffel, two mostly human looking guards were all that could be seen.  He was not yet well known enough to cause too much trouble, they reasoned, and Warner was sure that they were cyborgs who could handle themselves, if need be, though he didn't ask.  He figured he would sooner or later have to get over it, and so long as they assigned cyborgs who were outwardly human looking, he could probably make the best of it.

As they came to a courner, one of them abruptly stepped into the lead protectively, and as Warner caught up, he could see a fight starting.  A man, clearly drunk, was trying to get a woman, perhaps his date, to come with him.  "Come on, baby," he slurred, "it'll be great."  She turned, but he grabbed her arm to stop her.  Warner looked over at his escorts, who were standing ready, but taking no action.  He nodded twards the couple, the woman's cries of "Get off of me" punctuating the moment.

"Not our concern," one replied, monotone. 

"I think it is," Warner replied.  "We serve all the people, not just some."  Seeing no action, he decided to do it himself.  He had some combat training, his grandfather having though it prudent for a noble to be able to take care of himself, but he'd never used it, and never untill now wanted to.  But before he could, one of the cyborgs stepped in after all.

"Sir," his voice boomed out, "step away from the woman." 

"You gonna make me," the man spat back, nearly falling over as he turned to face his new assailant.  When the cyborg kept comming, the drunken man had the balls to try throwing a punch.  Like lighting, the cyborg caught it, and simply squeezed, cushing bone and all.  The man wailed in pain.

The other cyborg came up to the woman. "Don't worry," he told her, "I've already called a cab for you."  Warner hadn't seen a phone, and shivered at the thought that he probably had a comline built in some how.  "Thanks," she manged to reply as the other cyborg simply drop kicked her date into a trash can.  Warner assumed the police had been called as well.  "Have a nice night, ma'am," one of the cyborgs said as the carried on."

"Good work," Warner told them.  "Perhaps this is a sign of things to come..."

[Deathrider6]

The Royal Academy at Sandhurst, Terra.

 Lieutenant General Sharon Gardbaum sat in the shade of an ancient Elm on the academy grounds. She was obstensibly supervising the bi-annual field maneuvers but technically she was in a sort of exile. She had been caugth in the fallout of a plot by her former Corps Commander. Fortunately he had been part of the debacle at Sudeten and was very much dead. Still she felt wronged. On the unpside her last fitness report has stated that she was 'fit for command at the highest levels and was a reliable subordinate'. The issue was that there were no command billets available so she had to wait and after six months she was beginning to get restless. Her newfound (3058) faith in the word did give her strength but that alone was not enough. Her performance in the maneuvers were the extra push she needed. she had planned the operation and cut the orders and the 'her' cadets had done well. She prayed that they would continue to do so for the rest of the training cycle. She would not be leading them but would be grading thier progress as the senior umpire if they did well it would reflect on her and that would be a tonic. It would justify her continued service and assure her superiors she was ready.

[Dave Baughman]

Undisclosed Location
Planet Mars
Terran Hegemony
31 October 3069

After what seemed like an eternity, the pain finally ended; with a rattled sigh, Precentor Alexander Durbin sunk into the interrogation chair and awaited what was to come.

"Alex," said a friendly voice, "don't you see the way the Primus has used you? All you need to do is tell us where the caches are, and all will be forgiven."

"Never," he managed - the Precentor's voice was feebled after the hours of harsh interrogation he had already endured, "You Heretics will never find the caches!"

"Alex, why do you harbor such hate for your brothers and sisters? All we want are the locations - we have no quarrel with you, and it would be easier for everyone if you just told us. You know you will break eventually... and even if you do not, can you be absolutely certain you did not tell your wife, or your children, where the caches are? We want to show you mercy, Alex, but if you force us we will do whatever is neccessary to uncover the truth."

"They know nothing of this, you bastard! Torture me all you want, but leave my family out of this!"

"Acolyte, another thirty seconds please."

Screams and the smell of ozone filled the chamber...



Several hours later

"Dominus," spoke the kneeling man, "Precentor Kernoff reports a breakthrough in his investigation. We now know the location of one of the Brian Caches."

"Excellent. For seven years you have been hidden from the Frail world - the time for your return has come, and you are ready. Take a detachment of forces to Robinson with all haste and crush the Heretics. Expose their abuse of your family's faith and prevent them from repeating the travesty of Filtvelt."

"It shall be done, Dominus."

"In that, I have faith. Bring the Light of the Word to Robinson, Precentor Lucifer."

[Fatebringer]

Federated Suns Embassy
Planet Terra
Terran Hegemony
26 February 3070

The Embassy was busy with activity as Yvonne's retinue packed and filled out special travel forms. She had spent so much time here, the world was beautiful, the Star League itself seemed to be making progress with some key exceptions, the unpredictable Free Worlds League representatives who used to hound her weekly for Black Box technology to avoid Comstar interdictions went silent. Not merely avoiding the Fed Suns embassy, but the Star League council in general.

The decision to move Victor had been a hard one. His condition had the best chance to improve under the advanced technologies the Terran Hegemony had to offer, but after so much time, her people demanded her return. If the Word and Comstar butt heads in the middle of the Inner Sphere, what will happen? Comstar already proved willing to use dirty tactics, the Word has already shown they will go anywhere to face Comstar.

The arrival of her own brother in their forces at Robinson had been a wake up call. She would discuss the ramifications with Jackson on the trip back, and the Fed Suns future partipation in the SLDF. Before the news she was ready to commit all of her remaining Avalon Hussar units to increasing the strength of the SLDF. Not as JCA units, but signing over her families own guard. It was a time to rething many things.

As her people moved her things out of the room, she handed over the diplomatic pouch to the courier with her own verisignature. One to the Combine embassy, one to the Taurian embassy and unbelievably, one to the Capellans...

[Deathrider6]

May 1st 3070, Royal Academy at Sandhurst.


  Sharon Gardbaum looked over the proposal sent to her. She read the cover sheet.


Proposal: Formation of THAF Training Division to enhance replacement flow to line units....

[Deathrider6]

Sandhurst, Terra.


  Sharon Gardbaum sipped her cup of tea as she read the provisional TO and E of her new command. It covered not only the training unit itself but all Terran Academies through out the Hegemony. Her plan was simple but possibly would be effective. If approved it would grant a higher margin of flexability to the THAF. She still had to wait.

[NVA]

Commanding General Marco Hall strode purposefully across the walkway.  He received a few salutes, being in his uniform.  Many may not have recognized him.  While he was a more commanding presence physically than Victor was, he did not have the same recognition.  However, when he entered the THAF HQ building, he was definitely recognized.

"I need to meet with your command staff."

Simple and too the point, you couldn't remove all the clan from him, after all.

[Deathrider6]

White Sands Training Grounds, New Mexico, Terra, April 12th 3070.

  General Sharon Guardbaum walked her Toyama across the dunes, behind her spread out in left echelon were the rest of her ad –hoc ' demi- Company' consisting of the three members of her Command Lance and Two other machines.  "Stay sharp people. There is a Star of Nova Cats out here somewhere and they will not give us a break because you are all trainees." Her eyes flicked down to the range map on her knee board.

5 Kilometers away.

Colonel Dejavan Steiner looked at her HUD. "We have targets incoming.  Range is 5000 meters, Zellbriggen is suspended for this engagement. We will be working as LYRAN Opponents with Omni-mechs query affirmative?"  One by one her Star-mates acknowledged her instructions.

[Deathrider6]

A few moments later...


  A flurry of wepaons fire opened up the engagement. Three of the six mechs in Guardbaum's unit were dropped in the next two minutes then the range officers called everyone in for a debrief.


1st Training Div: 3268 BV remaining (from 11446 initially)
OPFOR: 0 BV remaining (from 12188 initially)

Survivors are:
Toyama TYM-1A (1st Training Div)
Pilot : Unnamed [4/5] ( 2 hit(s) )
Kills : 0

Victor VTR-9K (1st Training Div)
Pilot : Unnamed [4/5] ( 2 hit(s) )
Kills : 1

Hauptmann HA1-O (1st Training Div)
Pilot : Unnamed [4/5] ( 1 hit(s) )
Kills : 2


Graveyard contains:
Shadow Cat Prime (OPFOR)
Pilot : Unnamed [3/4] ( 4 hit(s) )
Kills : 0
Destroyed by Hauptmann HA1-O (1st Training Div)

Nova Cat Prime (OPFOR)
Pilot : Unnamed [3/4] ( 1 hit(s) )
Kills : 0
Destroyed by Victor VTR-9K (1st Training Div)

Warhammer WHM-9D (1st Training Div)
Pilot : Unnamed [4/5] ( 1 hit(s) )
Kills : 0
Destroyed by Stormcrow Prime (OPFOR)

Vanquisher VQR-2A (1st Training Div)
Pilot : Unnamed [4/5] ( 6 hit(s) <dead> )
Kills : 0
Destroyed by Stormcrow Prime (OPFOR)

Stormcrow Prime (OPFOR)
Pilot : Unnamed [3/4] ( 1 hit(s) )
Kills : 2
Destroyed by pilot error.

Guillotine GLT-5M (1st Training Div)
Pilot : Unnamed [4/5]
Kills : 0
Destroyed by Stormcrow Prime #2 (OPFOR)

Stormcrow Prime #2 (OPFOR)
Pilot : Unnamed [3/4] ( 1 hit(s) )
Kills : 1
Destroyed by Hauptmann HA1-O (1st Training Div)

[Deathrider6]

Briefing room 401-C, White Sands, New Mexico.


  The assembled mechwarriors reviewed the two minutes and thirty seconds of gun-camera footage. As the lights came up the briefer spoke up. "Well General it would appear you knocked off some of the rust. Save for the mechanical casualty to the Fifth member of Colonel Steiner's Star the OPFOR fared fairly well in spite of the loss of all members of the star. As for your unit General, your cadets did well save for a bad case of nerves. You had mechs falling because your warriors panicked. Some seasoning will cure that. File your paperwork and get some rest."

[Deathrider6]

Director General's residence Palace of Mirrors, Versallies.

  Appolyon turned on his secretary. "I hope you were not informed of the meating of the Advisory Council Jacques. If you failed to inform me I would have to terminate yor service."
  "Non mons'eu. I was not informed. I can assure you that a closed meeting of the council is bad. According to reports there is great dissatisfaction to your actions regarding Orestes and Grummium. The griveous losses to the THAF have forces them to take action. I'm sure that they will allow you a chance to speak."

  Appolyon chuckled. "I doubt anything I have to say will change their minds. The only thing that might is naked force applied in a vigorous manner. Alert the shadow divisions I will show them the folly of thier ways."