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Chi Ceti IV
Damascus Materials Testing Facility
September 25th, 2517 (2787)
There were few things that made Conrad Zeric, M.E, happy, and one of those was the successful completion of a project that he felt would bring power to the UNSC/UEG, as well as their newfound allies, the Star League-in-Exile. Misriah armory, the UNSC's top infantry weapons supplier, gladly sent ONI officers to take part in his experiments. "Two heads are better than one, after all," he had explained to this current superiors.
Now he, and everyone else associated with the project, stood of the firing range, and were quite happy with the success of their project. Nearby were the very objects of grim admiration were resting on a table nearby, one of which was inside of a suitcase. Next to it was another, much larger weapon that looked like a historic M240B Light Machine Gun, only with a jacketed barrel that had an emitter on the end, as well as a large magazine-like battery in lieu of a box magazine. Nearby was a Mauser 960 that was going to be used for comparison purposes.
The firing range at the Damascus Materials Testing Facility, or DMTF for short, was one of the best that one could find in ONI, or in UEG/UNSC territory for that matter. This place was the shooting gallery, which held twenty booths that were stocked with the ammo and equipment needed to test firearms, and to make fine adjustments to them. There was a weapon storage rack behind them, with the racks coded with digital locks designed to foil even the most aggressive hacking attempts. The range itself was roughly a kilometer long, which allowed for accurate range testing and ballistics measurements.
"I wonder what's taking them so long," Eric Bridger, one of the other engineers assigned to Conrad's project, groused. "You'd think that ONI would know the meaning of punctuality. I'm starting to wonder if they're doing this on purpose."
"Maybe not," Yvonne Veranda, another of the scientists, suggested. "The DMTF is, after all, a very large place. It takes time to go from one side of the facility to the other."
"Maybe," Eric snorted. "I just don't like spooks is all."
"I wonder why," Conrad mused. "Either way, I'm just glad that we were able to make the breakthrough that we did. Without a working example given to us by the SLiE, it would've taken us a decade to figure this technology out. With the examples we got, along with the AIs we use, it took us just two years after the Treaty of Soell to finally figure this technology out. Once the ONI officials get here, I can't wait to show them that we've finally done it."
"You're not the only one," another man added. Looking to the right, Conrad could see three more people, a man and two women, that were in the room with them. The leader of the group, a stocky but well built man by the name Harper Wright, was one of the SLDF's top engineers for infantry weapons, particularly laser based weapons. The two women, Cassandra and Ophelia, were his assistants, with Cassandra being Harper's wife and Ophelia being his niece, and the two of them were specialized in particle based weaponry. "I'm glad we got this done too, even made a few improvements to the design."
"I was hoping to hear as such," came a voice, just as three ONI officers walked in.
"Son of a -!" Yvonne yelped, startled by their superiors sudden arrival.
"Yep, there they are," Ophelia quipped.
"Heh," Eric remarked. "Speak of ONI, and they shall appear."
"Quite so," the first ONI officer, identified as Col. Jordan Marcus by his name tag, agreed with an amused smile. "Its our job to appear when we're spoken of." Turning to Conrad, he asked, "I assume that you've got good news for us, yes?"
"I do," Conrad confirmed. "It took us two years, but we've finally reverse-engineered the main long arm of the Star League Defense Force: the Mauser 960 Assault System. We've also reverse-engineered and improved upon another of their weapons: the Semi-Portable Particle Cannon. Here's the first one." With that, Conrad opened the suitcase, allowing everyone to see for themselves.
Inside was what looked like Misriah Armory's MA5 Assault Rifle, but with some key differences. For one thing, there was no ejection port, and the muzzle brake of the weapon had been replaced with what looked like a lens. Along the sides of the weapon where the barrel was, Marcus could see what looked like deployable fins, though for what reason they were there, he couldn't guess. As soon as he spotted the rifle, he asked, "Is that a MA37?"
"No," Conrad said. "We decided to design a new weapon based on the MA5 series, while making it an energy weapon like the Mauser 960 Assault System. What you see here is the prototype of the new pulse laser rifle we've developed. It's certainly an improvement over the Mauser 960."
"Why is that?" Marcus inquired.
"We helped them make a few improvements to the design," Harper explained. "The Mauser 960 is an incredibly heavy rifle, at ten point five kilograms of weight, which equates to around twenty three pounds. While that makes it a really good range rifle, and barbell for exercise, it doesn't make it a very good combat rifle, as combat rifles need to be light to avoid putting undue stress onto soldiers."
"That is quite heavy," Veronica Mead, one of Marcus' subordinates, remarked.
"I take it you reduced the weight," Marcus asked. "UNSC Marines will have a hard time using this thing if it's that heavy."
"Not to worry," Conrad added. "That was one of the first things we addressed once we worked out how to make the weapon for ourselves. It was around a year ago that we managed that, and the rest of the year, we've been working on making the weapon better. The first thing we did was to reduce the weight. That we achieved through advanced materials and the removal of unnecessary features."
"Like what?"
"The survival kit, for one," Harper continued, pulling out a piece of paper. "Said survival kit held the following items according to this paper: two hour emergency flares, a flashlight, batteries for said flashlight, a pulse signal stick with visible/infrared strobe light and emergency radio, a folding spade and a medical kit which included a two-day supply of nutrition pills and a five-meter length of self-adhesive bandage. That's the survival kit for you."
"Damn!" Veronica whistled. "Now that's an extensive survival kit. I'll bet that kit alone accounted for half the weight of the damn thing."
"It did," Harper agreed. "When we removed the survival kit, we cut down the rifle's weight to just four point five kilograms, around ten pounds. Working with the talented engineers the UNSC was kind enough to share, along with one of the AIs, we were able to make further enhancements to the weapon and reduce its weight to three point five kilograms, which is significantly lighter. What we have now is what we've taken to calling the XMA4. The SLDF will likely call it the Mauser II Assault System."
"Not bad," Marcus noted. "What about the other weapons that we see here?"
"Oh that?" Ophelia asked. "That would be the new Semi-Portable Particle Cannon. The original design weighed forty kilograms in weight, had a battery that weighed around three kilograms, and needed a recharge time of around six seconds. That's much too long for infantry forces to use, which was what restricted it to elite commando units, and made it quite unpopular. It certainly dished out a good deal of damage as compensation for that."
Marcus hissed upon hearing of the weapon's weight. "Ouch. That is really, really heavy. You wouldn't be able to use the thing without some kind of specialty built harness or something like that."
"Our thoughts exactly," Eric added. "I worked with Ophelia on that one, and I can say, with certainty, that the new design is a huge improvement over the original one. We reduced the weight by 80% by re-engineering the internal components, as well as making use of advanced materials, including nanocomposites and the like. The new design weighs just eight kilograms, which is just two kilograms lighter than the historic M240L used by the United States Army during the early 21st century. In addition to making them lighter, we redesigned the internals so that the XM250, which is what we've called the new weapon, not only recharges much faster than before, but also holds more shots per battery."
"Excellent" Marcus noted, a smile on his face when he heard the improvements made. "What else can you tell me about it?"
"Perhaps a few demonstrations are in order," Conrad suggested. "We had to custom build our own power packs for the weapons, which took five of my colleagues and two of Harper's, but we managed it, and came up with a working design for both weapon systems. Mind if I demonstrate?"
"Certainly," Marcus agreed. "I look forwards to seeing what these new weapon systems can do."
"Splendid!" Conrad acceded. "Here we go." With that, he put on what looked like regular safety glasses, before picking up the XMA4. He grabbed a power pack, which looked like a MA37 magazine, but instead of bullets, Marcus spotted what looked like electrical contacts that were hidden under a mechanical cover. Loading the power pack into the rifle, Conrad waited for the weapon to read ready, after which he took aim and pulled the trigger.
Marcus watched as a ruby red beam of laser light shot out of the emitter on the barrel, with the beam flickering as it pulsed nearly a thousand times per second. Looking at a camera feed, he spotted a dummy that was equipped with the UNSC Marine Battle Dress Uniform, with a caption on the feed indicating it was roughly 200 meters away. To his surprise, Marcus watched as the laser beam cut through the armor plating on the BDU and into the dummy, with the laser beam severing the dummy's right arm. A moment later, the laser beam began dancing across the chest armor, cutting large gashes and grooves into the material.
A few seconds later, Marcus' attention was drawn to a beeping sound from Conrad's position. Looking at Conrad, he watched as the geometric metal segments on the rifle opened up, revealing a number of what looked like heat sinks. The heat sinks were glowing a dull red color, with waves of heat radiating up and forwards towards the muzzle of the rifle. Five seconds after they opened, the heat sink panels closed, allowing the rifle to fire again.
Instead of firing again, Conrad placed the rifle on the table after removing the power pack, while at the far end of the range, a new dummy was moved into place by a conveyor belt. Picking up the XM250 Particle Cannon, Conrad loaded the new battery, which was slightly smaller than the original design, into the weapon's magazine well. Hearing a satisfying hum coming from the internal components, he braced himself and sighted the target before pulling the trigger.
Marcus heard a loud, electrical shriek as the weapon fired. A blue-white bolus of ions shot out of the emitter muzzle so fast, that it looked like a streak or a stream to Marcus. Looking at the other end of the target range, Marcus watched as the dummy was struck in the center mass region by the particle bolt. There was a loud sound, like a sizzle and a bang, as the particle bolt tore through the Marine BDUs that the dummy was wearing, leaving a gaping hole in the center of the armor. Conrad then switched to burst mode, with the weapon firing three bolts simultaneously. Another switch promptly had it firing fully automatically, though it was firing quite slowly.
Just like with the XMA4, the weapon overheated, with heat sink panels deploying on the barrel, as well as the receiver of the weapon. Just a few seconds later, though, the heat sink panels folded back onto the weapon, allowing Conrad to fire again. He didn't though, as it was clear on the video feeds that the dummy had been blasted and melted apart. Putting the weapon down and removing the battery, Conrad turned to Marcus. "So," he asked, "how's that for a demonstration?"
Marcus nodded in approval. "Impressive. How soon before the XMA4 and XM250 enter mass production?"
"Around six months from now," Harper answered. "That will give us enough time to fully test the weapons and work out any kinks we find in the designs. As you can see, though, they are really starting to come along."
"I noticed that it used a power pack instead of a magazine," Veronica noted. "How much capacity does the power pack have?"
"Enough power to last around fifteen seconds of continuous fire for the XMA4 and twenty seconds for the XM250," Harper replied. "However, the weapons will overheat in roughly five seconds of continuous fire, which is why we installed heat pumps into the systems. Their computer suite will have the weapons automatically vent when they reach a certain heat level. We have other Power Pack designs in the works, including a back-pack mounted battery that has enough power to last around one minute with continuous use."
"Wouldn't any cables that would be used be vulnerable?"
"Not necessarily. We're working on developing a means of wireless transmitting the energy via inductive coupling," Harper explained. "So far, it's in the preliminary stages of testing, but the results have been promising. Given that the UNSC makes use of wireless energy transfer via microwaves, it stands to reason we could do the same using electromagnetism."
"Reasonable. What about the power packs? How heavy are they?"
"The older models, especially the canteen sized versions, were around two kilograms in weight," Conrad said. "Part of the reason why the XMA4 and XM250 won't enter production for another six months is due to the fact that we're also working on making the power packs lighter without reducing durability. The prototypes we have reduced the weight by 75%, but they're slightly less durable as a result. We were just about to begin looking for solutions to this problem when you asked for a progress report."
"I see," Marcus noted. Pacing back and forth, he said, "Either way, this represents a major breakthrough in terms of weapons technology. From what I recall, SLDF body armor is optimized for protection against ballistic and energy weapons. Correct?"
"Correct," Harper confirmed. "The SLDF Infantry Kit is designed to protect against energy and ballistic weapons. I've heard that another joint UNSC/ONI/SLDF team is working on making the SLDF Infantry Kit more advanced via better materials and better computer systems. If all goes well, we'll be looking at a major arms shift in terms of weaponry."
"My thoughts exactly," Veronica added.
"Either way, this is a major step in the right direction," Marcus decided. "I'll give you eight months to make sure any and all potential design flaws are corrected, during which the XMA4 and XM250 are to be tested rigorously in all environments and conditions. Either way, we're doing both the UNSC and SLiE proud, people. Dismissed!"
. . .
Many light years away, in the Soell System, Nicholas Kerensky was pacing back and forth as he awaited news on some of his intelligence operations. It had been a very busy year so far, given the SLiE's recent population boom, with all the joys and headaches that brought with it. Makes my job paradoxically both easier and harder at the same time, he noted dryly.
That also meant, though, that he had to keep an eye out for any of ONI's agents from Section One and Section 3. They're clever and tricky little bastards, I'll give them that much, he remarked to himself. Part of the reason why he had created the counter-insurgency program was to also mask the creation of the Intelligence Command's creation of a counter-intelligence division from ONI spies. That way, he could gather intel on them, while also being able to prevent them from doing the same thing.
His eyes drifted to a small photograph that was on his desk. Picking it up, he could see himself, along with a woman with red-brown hair, sharp brown eyes and tanned skin. Nicholas smiled at the woman in the photo. Anna, he sad to himself. If there is one thing that I value most in the world, it is the child that we will soon have soon. He had to thank his father, as not only had his father helped him grow as a person, he had imparted a lot of wisdom to him.
One thing that had surprised him, though, was when his father revealed to him that he knew about the real perpetrator of the Prinz Mugen mutiny. I thought I was going to be punished. Imagine my surprise when he forgave me and decided the mutiny's failure was punishment enough. Still, Nicholas knew that his father wouldn't tolerate any betrayal like that, something that Alek had made loud and clear. Now, Nicholas felt a little lighter, knowing that his father had known the truth, but had chosen to show mercy rather than punish him.
Then, there was a beep at the office door. Walking to his desk, he looked at the security feed, which showed an SLDF Serviceman standing near the door. "Come in," he said.
The soldier walked in and saluted Kerensky. "Sir, as I informed you earlier, we've gained intel on some of ONI's activities. Sadly, the agent on that mission lost her life when she was found out."
Nicholas frowned. It always stung him whenever he lost an agent, especially when it was one of his best. "Who was it?" he asked.
"Janice Reeds, sir," the Serviceman replied.
Now that ache stung particularly hard for Nicholas. Damn, he growled. Janice Reeds was one of my best operatives. Whenever he lost an agent, especially one as good as Janice Reeds, it felt like he had personally let down his father and the SLiE in general. Nothing we can do now. Just learn, adapt and keep moving. Looking at the Serviceman, he asked, "Did she bring back the intel on her mission?"
"Affirmative," the agent replied. "She managed to send out an encrypted signal that the Bug-Eye we had in the system was able to pick up. It details a number of documents that ONI was attempting to keep hidden for unknown purposes. It's on this data drive here." He handed Nicholas a solid state memory card the size of an ID Card.
"I see," Nicholas noted as he took the data-card from the Serviceman. "Good work, soldier. You've done the SLiE proud. You can take tomorrow off as a reward for your service. If your excellent performance keeps up, you may be fit for a promotion."
"Thank you, sir," the Serviceman replied, before turning on his heels and marching out of the office. Once the door closed, Nicholas looked at the data-card in his hands and walked towards his desk. On it was one of the new computers that were now being mass produced by the SLiE on Soell IV, courtesy of a computer factory being built there.
While the older computers would've struggled with keeping up with UEG computers, the new ones equaled them in speed, but were much more robust. Whoever came up with the concept of 'planned obsolescence' was a greedy idiot and a fool, Nicholas muttered to himself as he sat down and inserted the data-card. "I wonder what your secrets are," he whispered softly.
Within nanoseconds, sophisticated computer programs designed to detect ONI computer worms and viruses went to work. Within the span of just a second, the data-card's information was deemed 'safe' for access. "All right," he noted with a smile. "Time to see what Reeds felt was so important that she was willing to give up her life for it." With a few keyboard taps, he accessed the files.
What immediately struck him was how well encrypted the computer files had been. According to the logs on the files, the Signals Intelligence branch, or SIGINT for short, had needed a few days to crack through the encryption without destroying the data inside. "Paranoid bastards," Nicholas muttered to himself. "No wonder ONI has lasted this long."
With that, Nicholas began to read. As he read, though, his eyes began to widen from shock and horror upon seeing the information that the files held inside. Eventually, he turned off the monitor and slapped the call button on the communicator built into his desk so hard he nearly broke it. "Get me General Kerensky immediately!" he nearly shouted.
A few minutes later, Aleksandr Kerensky was in the office, where he could see his son Nicholas. To his surprise, Nicholas looked nauseated, as though he'd read something that had caused his stomach to do barrel rolls. The eyes, though, held what he immediately recognized to be a cold and focused rage, the kind that professional soldiers achieved, and the kind that allowed said soldiers to kill the enemy in a properly thorough fashion.
Noting this, Alek asked, "What happened, my son? What is wrong?
"Something that I wish wasn't true," Nicholas replied morosely. "I found out what ONI's been up to recently, and it's really, really bad news." A moment later, he handed his father a manila folder.
Taking it, Alek asked, "Enlighten me."
"One second," Nicholas said. Pressing a button, the duo watched as armored slabs slid down the tinted windows in Kerensky's office, while a slight hum could be heard before all fell silent. "There. No one can listen in on us now."
Clearing his throat, Nicholas spoke. "Around the first of this month, two of our Servicemen came to me and informed me that someone attempted to abduct their children. They killed the perpetrators involved, but they found that their kids seemingly had twins. When we did a DNA test, we found out that they were clones of the children in question."
That had Alek pause in his pacing around for a moment. Cloning wasn't a new concept, especially in the Inner Sphere, as scientists in the 21st century had succeeded in cloning animals. Cloning a human being, though, was considered taboo for ethical and moral reasons, reasons that had remained intact throughout the Age of War to the present day. The news shocked Alek, but it didn't surprise him that the UNSC had human cloning capabilities. "I see," he mused. "Go on."
"This led me to activate Janice Reeds, an undercover HUMINT agent that we had in UNSC territory for around a year and a half," Nicholas further explained. "A few hours ago, I was informed that Janice had been discovered while on an undercover op at Reach, though she killed herself via suicide pill and destroyed anything that could link her to the SLiE. She transmitted an encrypted signal to a Bug-Eye we had near Epsilon Eridani.
"From what we can tell, ONI, without the UEG or UNSC's knowledge has begun a program that is designed to create genetically and technologically enhanced supersoldiers. The SPARTAN-II Program, as it's called, is attempting to create these 'Spartans' in order to combat the increasingly violent Insurrection via surgical strikes against high value Insurrectionist targets, targets that we've been gathering intel on."
That had Alek's attention in the fullest. Star League geneticists once had theories on creating supersoldiers, though Michael Cameron II banned the creation of such supersoldiers out of moral and ethical concerns. It seems that ONI doesn't have the same concerns, Alek observed. "There's more to this, yes?"
"There is," Nicholas added, " I managed to find the candidates that were picked for the program, and that's what disturbs me. All of the candidates are children, no older than six."
At that, Alek stopped dead in his pacing. "Children?!" he demanded, his voice quickly raising in pitch and volume. "What the hell would ONI want with children for such a program?!"
"Believe me, I'm just as disturbed as you are," Nicholas informed his father. "Janice, just before she did, managed to find out why. It turns out, Dr. Catherine Halsey, the liaison for the UNSC to us, came up with the program. Admiral Parangosky, the head of ONI, gave her the funding and means to abduct the 'candidates' for the program. Two of those candidates were in the Soell system when they got the order.
"As for the reasons why those individuals were picked, well… I talked with Guilty Spark about that. It turns out that, in this Universe at least, the Forerunners implanted human beings with what are known as Geas. When I asked him what that meant, I learned that the Forerunners were able to genetically encode instructions into the genes of living organisms, and did this with Humanity just before the Halo Array fired. This often manifests as unusual genetic traits that have seemingly no connection to a person's daily life."
"And let me guess," Alek surmised, "Halsey happened to find that these children had these 'Geas' in their genetic code."
"Exactly," Nicholas confirmed. "In addition, I believe Halsey has a Geas in her genetic code too, as Janice managed to get a look at Halsey's written notes before having to kill herself. From what she could tell, Halsey is designing an advanced form of Power Armor that's vaguely based on the Nighthawk Power Armor we use for the Blackhearts. She's calling the development program Project MJÖLNIR, after the name of Thor's hammer from Norse mythology."
With that in mind, it was now clear to Alek as to why Halsey was doing what she was doing, and why she had abducted these children. She's following the genetic instructions the Forerunners implanted into her ancestors genes long ago, he noted. It explained a lot about the SPARTAN-II program, as well as why ONI had tried to keep it secret.
At that moment, he knew that he had reached another moral quandary that he had to solve. Where they to go public with this information and risk shattering their alliance with the UNSC, or would they keep silent, and in doing so, allow ONI to get away with this crime. Lesser men would've desperately thought that keeping quiet or spilling the beans was the right answer.
The real right answer, Alek knew, was often somewhere in between those two, a third option so to speak. "Thank you for bringing this development to me," he said.
"Any ideas on what to do now?" Nicholas asked. "It's your call."
"That it is," Alek agreed. "Continue to remain silent about this development, but work on turning an ONI Agent inside of the SPARTAN-II Program. The more we know about what they intend to use the Spartans for, the better. I have a nasty feeling that their targets will include us as well. In addition, have any spies you can get inside of the SPARTAN-II Program to gather information on what they're doing. If ONI does decide to target us, we can spill the truth to the public, which will force the UNSC/UEG to disavow ONI's actions and arrest those responsible. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," Nicholas acknowledged. "I'll make ONI regret ever attempting to abduct our children for some sick science project of theirs." After a moment, he said, "There's another reason why this disturbs me as well."
"Oh?"
"If I had been in their position, I would've done the same thing," Nicholas admitted. "It… it sickens me, now that I know that, and now that I know I'll be having a child soon, something I told you a few days ago. It also the reason why you said I looked a little pale."
At that moment, Alek understood why Nicholas would say something like that. Deep down, he would've done the same thing, and realizing this had forced Nicholas to confront the uglier side of himself, something that left him nauseated and disgusted. "I see," Alek noted. "What matters, Nicholas, is that you didn't go down that path. You chose a better one and, as such, you've become stronger for it."
"Doesn't feel like it," Nicholas said bitterly.
"It will," Alek reassured him. "Give it time. Either way, you've done the SLiE, and myself, a tremendous good in finding out about this. We won't break the Treaty of Soell now that we know this, but we will keep a far closer eye on ONI from now on. Take the rest of the day off. You've earned it."
"Thank you, dad," Nicholas replied, a slight smile on his face. Getting up, he hit that small switch, disengaging the security system that kept them from being listened in on. Both men looked at each other before walking out, each of them devising emergency plans in light of this shocking revelation.
(Author's Q&A)
RoyalTwinFangs: An astute observation. I chose to emulate the test not only for it's historic significance in the BattleTech setting, but to also show how advanced SLDF technology is compared to that of the UNSC. Kudos to you for spotting the reference.
clonezero: We'll just have to wait and see. The ideas you suggested are quite excellent. Thank you.
SulliMike23: Yep. The Innies shot themselves in the foot this time.
Danny79: Excellent points there. Thank you for pointing those out.
Just a Crazy-Man: Thank you.
galacticarmor2 Alt: No worries, man. I also agree with you. In my opinion, peaceful protestation of government policy that is flawed is necessary in a democracy so long as it is within reason. In my opinion, the moment that people begin to use violence and hate in their protests, that's when they lose the right to do so, because they have demonstrated that they are unwilling to be reasonable and logical. As such, I understand why the Insurrectionists wanted to break away, but their use of violence, in my opinion, means that they should be punished to the fullest degree of the law. After that, the CMA should be overhauled and equal representation given to the Outer Colonies to prevent an Insurrection from happening again.
In addition, your points when it comes to Combat Vehicles is a good one. Thanks for telling me about that.
SpaceCommander-09: We'll see.
Guest: Thank you.
edboy4926: Thank you.
Krieger Techpriest: All right. Thank you.
Chronus1326: Thank you. Don't know if both systems of FTL flight are compatible though.
Memer557: Soon. Just wait and see.
Violet Toyger: Exactly. Kudos to you for spotting that referrence.