Author's Foreword: So it begins. I lend complete credit to Michael Stackpole for the Fourth Succession War. I'm excited to get into it from the perspective of an altered timeline and accelerated tech base. I know updates have been sparse, and I thank you all for your understanding. I aim to deliver more content. The perspective in this area will be primarily from the point of view of the ISA as I don't want to step on the toes of what is written too much.
As I have a background in theatre, I hope you all appreciate the titles. I have fun with these, and that's the most important part of writing this.
Once again, thank you for reading.
Lights One, Sound One, Curtains…
Estate of the Duke of Duran
Duran
Duran System, Lyran Commonwealth Space
22 February 3030
Frederick Steiner sat staring at his fireplace as he contemplated his next move. The Witch still sat on the throne, and her daughter was all but ensured to rise and replace her. His right to rule after the failure that was Archon Alessandro Steiner was snatched away from him. He suffered further humiliation at the hands of the Davion Heavy Guards which only strengthened the alliance which he so vehemently opposed. Forced to wait, he formulated plans to take back his birthright. It was in this fugue state that an unknown figure slipped into his study. He sensed something, the hair on the back of his neck stood straight up, but he made no sudden movements. He had thought this day would come, that Katrina would finally be rid of him to secure her power and place as Archon.
"Relax." The unknown figure stated behind him, "I'm just here to talk."
The air stood tense, awaiting violence, "I'm not going anywhere."
"Just don't spin around and try to kill me." He heard one of his chairs carefully lifted and placed behind him as the initial shock wore off.
"Speak, then."
"Call off your bid for the throne, Frederick."
That threw him off balance, "Why? Katrina will lead our great house into irrelevancy, one that I could avoid completely."
"You know success on the battlefield, you are a leader of soldiers. Leading a nation is a very different matter. You saw that in the halls of power when the Estates General sided with Katrina over you. You have the connections, but not the political acumen that a head of state requires."
"How dare—"
"Let me finish." The chair scooted closer, "You may have experienced defeat at the hands of House Davion, but it also revealed that you can evolve."
Frederick slowly turned his head to speak more clearly to his 'visitor,' "It is my birthright to be Archon."
"You do not have to be Archon to serve the realm."
"What else can a humiliated general be but a politician?"
"To redeem themselves on the field of battle and serve their nation by defeating its enemies are what you do. To apply yourself as that leader of soldiers, to redeem your tarnished reputation and get back in the good graces of the Archon. You might make some new friends along the way."
"I have friends. Powerful friends."
"Aldo Lestrade and Alessandro Steiner? Fair weather at best. They will abandon you as soon you prove useless to them. You are not a politician, Frederick. You are a soldier, a man of battle, the gleaming fist of House Steiner."
He turned back to face the fireplace, "What of the realm? What of our identity after the union of Davion and Steiner?"
The voice laughed, "You think the Commonwealth will be subsumed into the Federated Suns? That could never happen. What will be: both realms grow stronger and complement one another in a union of strength." The voice paused, "Think on it, General. The realm stands at a crossroads. The path of duplicity and intrigue is not one you are equipped to walk, full of pitfalls and false walls to deceive the uninitiated. The path of strength, of hardship and struggle on the field is one you know well. You have travelled that route many times. Walk it again, not just for your sake but for the sake of the Commonwealth. Show the doubtful that you are the officer they need."
"…I will think on it."
"Good. With that, I bid you good night, General. I hope you make the right decision." He heard the chair move away from him and felt the hair on his neck recede.
Frederick carefully turned around to see perhaps a glimmer of the person who spoke to him. All that remained was a flitter in the night wind, and the faint smell of charcoal.
"Ghost of Christmas Present and Future. Hell of a play."
"Good to pay respects to the classics."
"You think he'll turn it around?"
"Depends on how he responds on Terra. Ultimately, it's up to the First Prince."
Supreme Bashar's Ready Room
Silverfish Station
"The Bubble," Interuniversal Space
1 April 870 AS
Merlow reviewed the invitation with Bashar Superior Marcus Scarman. It was unexpected to receive, as the ISA by all the major powers an advanced yet still Periphery nation. They had anticipated reading about the news of the Fourth Succession War through ComStar, the Wolf's Dragoons, and intelligence intercepts in the far Periphery. This fortuitous event sprang a plan that Scarman kept in his back pocket.
"Thank the Gods I we have a contingency in place for this." Scarman massaged his temples, "Metz' gonna go, obviously."
"Absolutely." Merlow agreed, "The invite is already on their desk. They're assembling a team. I'm assured that you've been vetting and cross referencing them."
"Always, Rob." Scarman brought up First Councilor Metzli Glass' entourage, "All solid, security assured, and implanted. In case things get hairy, we know the civilians can hold their own. What remains is the military."
"Yeah." Merlow sighed, "Who in the multiverse do we send, Marcus?"
"You're not gonna like the head of the party." Scarman warned.
Merlow braced himself, "Go ahead."
"You." Scarman stated flatly.
Merlow paused as though his long-time friend had died, "…say that one more time. I don't think I heard you correctly."
"You." He emphasized, "The heads of state of each of the major players are going in attendance. I haven't got word on the Magistracy, and we don't have a presence in the Concordat but it'll be safe to assume the they'll be invited as well. I know in the source material they weren't present, but things have changed. The Magistracy represents a resurgent economic power, it would be prudent for Katrina and Hanse to invite the Magestrix. With the historic animosity between House Davion and House Calderon Hanse knows better than to snub a power on their backdoor if the invitation is sent to Canopus. This will be messier than ever the source material states. We need to put a proper foot forward, and you are just the man to do it."
"I was afraid you'd say that. You got some solid Triple-S officers to accompany me?"
"I have a short list for your approval." Scarman pushed a text file to Merlow, "I don't think you'll be disappointed."
Merlow's eyes narrowed on one name, "You?"
"Quintus Allard is to be in attendance, Rob." Scarman said innocently, "You think you can maneuver about the head of MIIO alone?"
Merlow allowed himself a sign of relief, "Well, I appreciate you coming into hell's mouth with me. We have the right people in place just in case things get messy. Are you confident you can exploit any crack in ROM's armor?"
"We'll be on their home turf, but we're in an interesting position. We've been examining Hilton Head Island on Earth, and we have a rough idea of how to utilize the natural features. I'll make it work." Scarman assured him.
"We don't have much of a choice, do we?" Merlow asked Scarman. He shook his head, "Make the preparations. I'll consult with Tom about an expanded personal guard for the two of us. ComStar will try to keep obvious weapons away from us, and we'll oblige them. That doesn't mean we go into this dungeon unarmed."
Scarman paused, "Does that mean…?"
"Yes, Marcus. Prep some 404s and assign a Tleilax. The infernal deities that roam the void didn't take us. Gods forbid a jumped-up telecom company and neofeudal warlords will do what they failed to accomplish."
Space Station Hephaestus
Antallos Orbit
Antallos System, Independent Systems Alliance Provisional Space
3 May 870 AS/3030/2014
Colonel Jamie Wolf reviewed the latest AAR from their last exercise with the ISA. They managed a victory as the OpFor with local superiority and effective aerospace suppression operations. He smiled, as defeat taught much more than victory. They were still mauled, casualty rates higher than some of their worst deployments during the Marik Civil War. Natasha was already collating the data into a proper 'lessons learned' document to distribute to the ISA and the rest of the Dragoons. His eyes wandered to the open envelope on his desk. He read it already and somewhat dreaded what it meant. His office door beeped. His guest was right on time.
"Enter."
In entered Bashar Superior Thomas Serov. He gave Wolf a smile and a nod and sat in the chair opposite him, "Good to see you, Colonel."
"You as well, Bashar." Wolf nodded to him.
"You wanted this meeting today. Let's not waste time."
"Of course." Wolf pressed a button on his desk and enabled enhanced security protocols. Serov raised an eyebrow as a low white noise filled the room and the door audibly locked, "Forgive the caution, but you can never be too careful even among your own."
"Your paranoia would give Maeda a run for her money." Serov observed as he leaned back nonchalantly, "What did you want to discuss?"
"You and your people have made it clear that you are aware of our origins." Wolf stated plainly, "The Dragoons and I did not know what to make of it at first, but it is apparent that you know."
"Whatever do you mean?" Serov asked with mock innocence, "We've simply observed some interesting literature from Earth and incorporated—"
Wolf raised his hand, "Please, Serov, do not patronize me and my people. We are not fools. You know we are of the Clans." He stared hard at the ISA commander.
Serov's mouth slowly fixed into a smile, "About time, Jamie. We were wondering when you'd finally give up the ruse."
Wolf cocked an eyebrow, "How long have you known?"
"The entire time, and then some."
That statement left Wolf with no words. Questions swam in his head, and he began to churn the possibility of traitors that came from the homeworlds.
"Let me stop your rumination." Serov sat up, "None of your people turned, your OpSec is tight. WolfNet hasn't been compromised. The loyalty of your company holds when it comes to where you came from. We just have some unconventional sources when it comes to this setting."
"Setting? Care to elaborate?" Wolf asked, assuaged but still suspicious.
"Let's just say that fiction and reality have a strange way of mirroring one another." Serov shrugged.
"Why do you always speak in riddles?" He shook his head and stared, "How do you know of the existence of WolfNet?"
"We've an intelligence service too, you know. While you're not a nation-state, you came here with a purpose, a mission. That mission can't be done by simply taking contracts with each of the Houses. You need actionable intelligence, data to send back home. We know what your service is called because, again, we have unconventional sources. From what we understand and what we've observed, WolfNet are ghosts. You can't rely on the cover of diplomatic missions and immunity, so you have to go to ground and work from the bottom. Besides, that's not the point. You've revealed your origins, but not your purpose. Are you here to facilitate the invasion or resist it?" Serov stared back at Wolf.
He met his gaze, "Our standing orders are to prepare the Inner Sphere for invasion. When we were finished with the Lyran Commonwealth contract, we were about to rotate to the Draconis Combine until your contract piqued our interest."
"Glad it did. You would've been chewed up and spat out in the Combine. Takashi doesn't have a high opinion of mercenaries and he would've tried to take your gear the first chance he got."
"Regardless, I have seen that the ISA's actions mirror our mission. It was after an exercise with your forces that we made this decision."
"I see." Serov retrieved a tablet and placed it on the desk, "There's more, but I'm sure you knew that already." His eyes glanced at the envelope with the Davion seal, "Your invitation?"
Wolf pondered for a moment if he should attempt subterfuge. He decided against it, "Yes. Surprising, I must admit. We have not been employed by the Federated Suns for some time."
"Your reputation precedes you." Serov shrugged.
"What of your people? Surely an invitation was extended to you."
"Oh yes, we were sent an invite. That's something I wish to discuss."
"Surprise after surprise." Wolf retrieved the invitation and read it over again, "What of it, Serov?"
"ComStar styles themselves as a peaceful remnant of a bygone age, the descendants Star League that wish to retain that peace through control of communication throughout the Sphere. We know better than that. Through that façade is a dangerous organization that holds the keys to salvation and destruction in their hands. We wish to know more about the telecom company that hides behind mysticism. As a descendent of the Star League Defense Force, I'm sure you share the sentiment."
Wolf hid his surprise of the depth of Serov's knowledge and nodded, "That I do. What do you propose?"
"Let's work together is unraveling what ComStar's hidden from the rest of the Inner Sphere. Their combat power, manufacturing capability, anything and everything that could be used to shatter their hold over the rest of humanity at large. We're already reversing some of these centuries-old efforts, but they won't take it lying down."
"Quite right. I am concerned about combat power. No organization that has lasted since the fall of the Star League lacks hard power. General Kerensky took most of what remained of the SLDF with him, but not all."
Serov rubbed his hands together, "Well, we should find out what they've got. I'll send Fleet Captain Maeda to work with you on an operational doctrine while on Terra." Serov stood up, and Wolf mirrored the man, "With that, I believe our meeting is adjourned. Care to unlock the door for me?"
Wolf pressed a button on his desk and deactivated the anti-surveillance measures. He extended a hand, "A pleasure, Bashar."
Serov returned the gesture and shook his hand, "Glad to have you here, Colonel. I hope our cooperation in this next adventure is fruitful." He turned to leave and spoke over his shoulder, "Oh, read that tablet at your first convenience. Multiple documents, all sorts of interesting tidbits for your WolfNet people to comb over." Serov stepped out of the room and the door hissed shut behind him.
Wolf sat back down and began to read through the first document on the tablet. His eyes widened and he summoned Natasha Kerensky to his office. Without a word he handed her the tablet.
"Make copies and send them to WolfNet." He ordered, "Return the tablet to me once complete. If true, I do not think we are the only ones from beyond the Sphere."
Ready Room, ISV Face Dancer
Low Mercury Orbit, Mercury
Terra System, ComStar Space
10 August 870 AS/2014
Pulled out of deep storage, the Tleilax-class Destroyer ISV Face Dancer was rushed back into service under the capable command of Fleet Captain Richard Mandel. Transferred from the Duncan Idaho, he was the most experienced stealth skipper in the fleet as the first Captain of a Tleilax-class in the ISAN. Bashar Superior Tessa Testarossa was hesitant to approve his reassignment, but the needs of the state outweighed her personal misgivings. He sat in esteemed company in his ready room: Bashar Superior Marcus Scarman and Supreme Bashar Robert Merlow. He was a familiar face among a growing rank of new blood. Merlow took a sip of coffee as Scarman reviewed the itinerary of their landing. Mandel read the ship's duty reports in silence as his superiors and old friends conducted themselves.
"Rich," Merlow called from the room's couch, "hell of a shakedown cruise, eh?"
"A bit of a relief if you ask me, sir." Mandel tipped the tablet to his superior.
"No one else is here, Mandel." Scarman stated from a recliner on the other side of the room, "You can drop formality here."
"It's the respect your positions are due, Bashars." Richard replied without looking up from his tablet, "Besides, one of the crew could show up and how would that look to the rest of the sailors?"
"He has a point." Merlow admitted after another sip, "We do have to set an example."
"We control access to the room." Marcus emphasized, "This is the safest space on the ship to let protocol slide."
"If you both insist on light insubordination from the skipper of this ship, fine." Richard dramatically rolled his eyes.
"There's the snark!" Scarman pointed at Mandel, "Good to see the epaulets slide off for once. Real talk, you nervous?"
The skipper glanced up and gave Scarman a look he was all too familiar with, "Marcus, what did I tell you at OTS all those years ago?"
"'You'll be leading soldiers into battle. You damn well should be. Use it.'" Scarman recited from memory, "Never left the vault." He tapped his temple, "You were supposed to retire before we went on our grand voyage through the void. Why didn't you after we made it here?"
"Tessa needed me as her XO on the Idaho." Richard explained, "I don't think her father would appreciate if I let his little girl down."
"Good point." Merlow nodded, "Not to mention she can be pretty persuasive. Still, once we finally resettled, I offered you a teaching position at Kev's academy. You could've been teaching again."
"What, let you two wander into the nigh-omniscient telecom company's lair on a ship whose development I personally oversaw?" Mandel gave the pair a quizzical look, "You wouldn't last a nanosecond if they detected you without me on board."
Merlow laughed, "Wouldn't have it any other way, Richard." He changed the subject, "What do you make of ComStar? Personal analysis."
"An organization ruled by fear." Mandel put down his tablet and adjusted his glasses, "They fear what would happen if this version of humanity were to regain what was lost after their Succession Wars. They wish to hold humanity as a whole accountable for the destruction that annihilated the universe's technology base. They now seek to keep that technology level down in order to mitigate the potential of destruction." He sighed, "I remember this interrogation of a ComStar Precentor on Lapu-Lapu and how indoctrinated he was against progress. That compounds with how stagnant ComStar has been as the last holders of 'lostech' until recently. They have 'the five' as they call it, but they don't use their knowledge and understanding to lift humanity up. It's a sad state of affairs."
"That's why we're here." Scarman noted, "We'll find the cracks in their organization and pry them open. I have yet to see how the 'blessed order' behaves. All I've seen are the interrogation logs, observations from Antallos, and the source material. We have a pretty good idea that they're not happy with us, so we'll see if they respond on Terra proper."
"We're the embodiment of everything they've worked so hard to suppress." Merlow finished his first cup of coffee, "How much longer until the Undivided is ready to receive us?"
"Next few hours." Mandel focused back on the duty roster, "A Baliset is already on standby to ferry you two to the Undivided."
Hilton Grand Estates
Hilton Head Island, Terra
Sol System, ComStar Space
17 August 3030/870 AS/2014
ComStar rebuilt and recommissioned a series of entertainment and leisure facilities across Terra after the Amaris Civil War. Hilton Spherewide Holdings Incorporated was a corporation that serviced hotels and recreational properties across the Inner Sphere that predated pre-spaceflight humanity. The Civil War and subsequent Succession Wars destroyed centuries of property holdings across the Inner Sphere and left them as a phantom of their former zenith. Under ComStar's stewardship, the Hilton brand was rebuilt on Terra and their first property to get recommissioned was the Hilton Grand Estates on Hilton Head Island connected directly to the Hilton Head Complex. It was a place of tranquil reflection and relaxation according to the laws and governance of ComStar.
For the next couple weeks, it was host to the union of Hanse Davion and Melissa Steiner. The largest social and political event in recent history and it would be hosted by ComStar under their judicious watch. Today was a semi-formal affair, with the wedding party and their guests set to mingle for the next few hours.
Commander Shizuka Banderas craned her neck to get a good view of the crowd. She took note of the guests in attendance. In one part of the hall, she observed Colonel Morgan Kell with Captain Daniel Allard making an obvious yet socially acceptable break from an undesired pursuant. In another, Quintus Allard and his wife Tamara Kearney Allard were with their daughter Riva. Just as she was shifting her vision, a voice interrupted her.
"The work never ceases, does it Banderas?" a familiar feminine voice asked of her. She turned to face Lady Ana Maria Centrella, dressed appropriately for a high society cocktail social. Low cut satin dress that hugged tight about her figure, an outfit befitting a Canopian noble.
"Never does, Lady Ana." Banderas returned to face the crowd, "It's good to see you."
"You as well, Commander." She joined her gaze, "Quite the venue, wouldn't you say?"
"Oh yes." Shizuka scanned across the throng of humanity, "Amazing this property was restored with such opulence, though religious organizations do have a bias toward such apparent plenty."
Ana sighed dramatically, "Well, we must always pay our respects to those who allow us to stay connected. Such displays help evoke such notions."
Banderas allowed herself a light chuckle, "Such grandeur may look impressive at a distance, but it may be nothing but cheap plaster."
Ana chuckled herself, "Quite true, Shizuka. Quite true." She plucked a pair of champagne glasses filled to the brim from a passing waiter with grace, "Well, we may as well enjoy ourselves Commander." She presented a glass to Banderas.
She accepted the glass from the noble, "Just because it's a job doesn't mean we can't enjoy it."
Scattered applause drew their attention to the main hall's door. The pair turned their heads to witness the entrance of Duke Michael Hasek-Davion and his wife Marie. He stood straight and slender, impressive to the crowd in his dress uniform festooned with ribbons and decorations. Marie Hasek-Davion, in her gala gown, glowed under the lights. The couple proceeded down the stairs and into the waiting crowd.
Banderas mentally reviewed the dossier on the Duke of the Capellan March. An informant for the Capellan Confederation and powerful internal opponent of Hanse Davion. She wondered how their presence would affect the imminent war.
Janos Marik, Captain-General of the Free Worlds League, was next to be announced. As the oldest leader in the Inner Sphere, his body wore the years as much as it did his dress uniform. The wrinkles on his face, the House Marik crest tattooed on his forehead, his posture and stance, it was clear that time remained undefeated and came for even the most stalwart of souls. His uniform bore the medals and ribbons of his long career and seemed to weigh on him as the years did. His consort Brownwen Rafsani, a strikingly beautiful woman had more than enough energy for them both. At the top of the stairs, she laced her fingers betwixt the elder Marik's and seemed to cause the veil of years to retreat. The pair proceeded down the steps.
"The civil war really took it out of him." Banderas observed as more Mariks followed their Captain-General, "It's not easy to fight for your realm against family."
"That conflict was frozen with Janos' victory." Ana nodded to the Mariks that passed her, "Unless someone gains a decisive edge, that war will reignite when he passes."
"Hmm…" Banderas thought on it, It really is like a post-modern Holy Roman Empire.
The entrance of House Kurita interrupted her reverie. Takashi Kurita and his wife Jasmine were at the head of the delegation. Takashi dressed similarly to a nineteenth century nobleman from the British Empire, dress adopted by the ancient Japanese Empire during their initial rise after the United States forced them to open their borders by the barrels of the Great White Fleet. Jasmine, her eyes cast down respectfully, was dressed in a green silken gown that emphasized her delicate physique. Ana Centrella noted the people behind the power couple of the Draconis Combine.
"Yorinaga Kurita is in attendance." She said aloud, "Interesting his choice of partner for this event." She subtly pointed at the man with the same crest on his hakama.
Banderas nodded in agreement, "Very much so."
"I thought he was dead." Ana whispered, barely audible.
"The universe works in mysterious ways." Banderas shrugged, "Hard to know exactly what happens on the other end of the galaxy."
"Quite right, Commander." Ana gazed further into the Kuritan procession, "No Theodore Kurita. How curious."
"Very." Banderas took a sip of champagne, "One questions the relationship between the two at this junction."
The Kuritans joined the crowd as the Capellans entered the hall. Maximilian Liao and his wife Elizabeth Jordan Liao stood at the top of the stairs. Maximilian's formal black robes embroidered with shiny embroidered Liao crests seemed more fitting at a mourning than a wedding. He extended his hand to his wife, who gracefully accepted his arm. In contrast to the black of her husband's robes, her white silk robe was embroidered with black dragons and tigers. The pair seemed to want to exude the concepts of yin and yang. Behind them Romano Liao assumed the stage, though her discomfort in her formal robes drew some of the perceived majesty of her entrance. Behind her was Candace Liao and her escort Justin Xiang, formerly Allard. The pair noticed a man who pushed through the throng of people to intercept Candace and Justin as they joined the party.
"Oh my." Ana nodded toward the man who now conversed with Justin and Candace, "Captain Dan Allard is certainly eager to see his brother despite everything that's happened."
Banderas kept the thoughts of the source material at bay as she saw a conversation in real time play out almost exactly the same as written on a page, "He's hoping that his brother is still there in spite of what his government and people have done to him. It's tragic, really."
Ana sipped her champagne, "Family torn asunder, though something in the back of my mind doesn't believe that the son of MIIO's head spook would turn on his country the way they say he did."
"Only time will tell, Lady Centrella." Banderas looked back to the top of the stairs, "Ah, now it gets interesting."
Ana Centrella joined the Commander in her gaze and watched as Magestrix Kyalla Centrella entered with the head of her Royal Guards Colonel Lotte Dickinson close behind. Dressed in a sleeveless teal silk gown, her grey eyes seemed to attempt to seduce everyone within a ten-meter radius. Though without an official suitor at her arm, both Ana and Shizuka knew the current object of the Magestrix's affections. Behind the pair was her daughter Commander Emma Centrella in her dress uniform adorned with the decorations she had earned during career.
"My Lady really does know how to make an entrance." Ana lifted her glass in acknowledgement, "I'm sure the afterparties she hosts after these receptions will be quite something."
Banderas smiled wide, "Will you participate, Lady Centrella?" she asked.
Ana met her smile, "One does not kiss and tell, especially in the presence of my sovereign."
"Well, tell me what you can during the next reception." Her attention shifted to Emma, "I hear the heir-apparent is quite the skilled combatant and commander in her own right."
"Quite so. I do hope that her acumen on the battlefield translates well to politics. I do know that sometimes it is difficult to make the adjustment from seeing the enemy before you to analyzing every person you meet for their intentions."
"When you work COIN, you tend to foster that skillset else you end up face down in a ditch."
The pair busied themselves by gathering more appetizers as the Outworlds Alliance made their entrance. It was not until they had passed into the throng did they refocus on the entrance.
"Speaking of entrances," Ana brushed some crumbs from her fingertips, "your people are no slouches."
First Councilor Mezli Glass entered with their partner Gayle Glass. Dressed in a blue smart cut suit, with the eagle of the ISA embroidered above their left breast, they smiled to the crowd as their partner in a grey counterpart to their partner joined them at their arm and waltzed down the stairs. Behind were Supreme Bashar Robert Merlow and Bashar Superior in their near identical dress uniforms. Black with highlights of red for their ranks, they were adorned with the small ribbons of their extensive military service in the ISA. Scarman seemed aloof while his superior scanned the crowd as they descended.
"Bashar Merlow is used to these kinds of things. He's had to be the first official contact between us and foreign governments for decades."
Ana raised an eyebrow, "How old is he?"
Banderas winked with a smirk, "State secrets."
"You're kidding. He's not a day over forty."
Banderas chuckled, "You can ask him yourself, Lady Centrella. I'm sure he'd be willing to answer your questions within reason." She noticed a man in ComStar Precentor robes at the other end of the hall ascend to a pulpit under the banner of ComStar, "Looks like fun time is over."
"Hmm." Ana confirmed. The pair of them joined the crowd as Precentor Tharkad, Uthar Everston, began. He raised and lowered his hands which seemed to quell the noise in the room.
He cleared his throat and began, "It is my very great honor to welcome all of you to our compound." He smiled so guilelessly that both Ana and Shizuka sensed his words mirrored his true sentiments, "We are all present to witness and bless a most hallowed event in our lives, the lives of the Archon-Designate and Prince, and, indeed, the lives of all who inhabit the Successor States. It is the hope of every member of the First Circuit, and all members of ComStar, that the Peace of Blake be upon you during your stay with us. If there is anything we can do to make your visit more pleasurable, within the bounds of reason, decency, and nonviolence of course, please ask it of any yellow-robed acolyte you see." He bowed his head and mumbled a prayer with his hands clasped close to his chest. He raised his head, "It is my very great pleasure and honor to introduce your host, ComStar Primus Julian Tiepolo."
Polite applause rippled through the hall as Precentor Tharkad stepped aside to allow the Primus his place at the pulpit. Banderas zoomed in as the ascetic walked slowly to center stage. I know ComStar has a cybernetics program, she thought to herself, he looks like a corpse puppet. She zoomed in, Never mind. If he were being commanded as a cybernetic puppet there'd be more humanity in those eyes. He drew his hands from the broad sleeves of his simple robe. Banderas thought on the symbolism of such a garment, Messages within messages, plots within plots. ComStar has remained the sole proprietor of the Sphere's communications for centuries. It makes sense that he would communicate such humility before the rulers of the Inner Sphere. At his word, their ability to communicate disappears. There's no need to come up to the level of the rest of the Sphere.
Tiepolo smiled as though the effort required was that of shifting a planet's orbit, "We greet you in the name of the Blessed Blake and trust that you will find this place as hospitable as your own domains while you are with us. It is said that one should treat guests as family, and family as guests. This we shall endeavor to do during your stay."
"I hope their cleaning service is up to the task." Ana observed, "How the Sphere's nobility has treated their kin does not have the greatest track record."
Tiepolo's amplified voice swallowed Banderas' laughter whole, "Most honored guests, we of ComStar are not divided by location or nationalities. We have renounced all titles and ties to the structures of power so that we may more perfectly serve the divine mission placed upon us by the sainted Jerome Blake. Through strict adherence to the Word of Blake, we have recaptured, in ComStar, the unified spirit that mankind once knew and cherished…"
Across the hall, Merlow and Scarman idly listened and recorded the words of the Primus of ComStar as they both scanned the crowd.
"Where's Wolf?" Merlow asked Scarman via subvocal comms, "I don't see him here in the hall."
"He said he wanted to make an entrance." Scarman replied, "There's no bad blood between the Dragoons and House Kurita, so no chance of what happened as written occurring. I think he has a desire to meet fellow warriors among the throng. What better way than to 'crash the party,' so to speak."
"Celebration instead of a challenge of honor." Merlow allowed himself a sigh of relief, "Good we managed to nab the Dragoons before they made their way to the Combine."
"We're stronger for it." Scarman gestured to the entrance as the main hall's doors opened to music and song, "It's as if we summoned him."
Through the entrance, the gray-haired MechWarrior stood in the doorway and commanded the attention of everyone in the room. In a cropped black jacket belted at the waist; well-creased black pants with a red stripe down each leg; a cape cinched across his chest; he carried a black bag with serious intent in his eyes. The room recognized him immediately as Colonel Jamie Wolf. He descended the stairs as Primus Tiepolo's voice greeted him.
"You are most welcome here, Colonel Wolf."
Wolf's gaze drilled viciously into the Primus with a contempt held only for hated enemies. Scarman recognized the source of the disdain, but held his tongue. Wolf seemed to part the crowd with his presence with only two figures deigning to approach him. Colonel Morgan Kell and Captain Dan Allard engaged the legendary mercenary contemporary in conversation. After a few minutes of back and forth, Wolf retrieved an item from the bag: a bottle of Macallan Pure Highland Malt he brought with him from Antallos. With the tensions eased, the crowd settled in for a night of reverie.
"Stackpole'll have to change what happened here." Merlow said aloud with a laugh, "It wasn't swords, it was wisky."
"Wait." Scarman pointed to the men in engaged in conversation, "That's not all."
Merlow zoomed in as Wolf retrieved an engraved pistol from the bag and handed it to Colonel Kell. Kell shook Wolf's hand before they were summoned by a page, "Oh." He switched back to subvocal comms, "ROM's not gonna hear the end of that, are they?"
Davion Wing, Hilton Grand Estates
18 August 3030
Hanse Davion sat in quiet anticipation for what was anticipated as a fraught meeting. Frederick Steiner was invited to and present for Hanse's wedding to Archon-Designate Melissa Steiner. He knew that Frederick staunchly opposed her mother Katarina, but he was a poor politician. His inability to garner the support he needed to ascend to the position of Archon and his vocal opposition in the face of a popular head of state effectively ostracized him from the highest halls of power. What he lacked in politics, he excelled on the field of battle. While defeated during the last wargames held with the AFFS, Hanse saw a military leader that could adapt and overcome if given the resources to do so. For the upcoming campaign, he needed a capable leader in the north to lend proper direction to the powerful yet clumsy Lyran Commonwealth Armed Forces.
Quintus Allard entered the room and bowed, "Prince, General Steiner has arrived."
Hanse nodded, "Send him in."
Frederick Steiner, former competitor for the throne of the Lyran Commonwealth and one of the finest generals in their service was summoned before him. Under the banner of the Federated Suns, the proud man bowed to one of his future sovereigns.
"First Prince," Steiner greeted, "I appreciate your summons."
Hanse nodded and motioned to the lounge chair across from him, "Shall we?"
Steiner nodded and took his place as Allard bowed to the pair of them and left the room with his own nod. Silent assurance from the head of MIIO confirmed their information security in the room. Hanse began.
"You're a man of sense and direct action so I won't beat around the bush here." Davion stated, "I want you to lead an army in this coming war."
"Hmm." Steiner stared at the Prince, "Why me, Prince Davion?"
"Quite simple. During the last war games, you proved to be competent and flexible. You are already accomplished, and despite the result of the last war games you demonstrated you can learn important lessons on the battlefield." Frederick motioned to speak, but Hanse raised his hand to cut him off, "Before you respond, let me be crystal clear. I know you are opposed to Archon Katrina. You see the seat of Archon as rightfully yours and wish it for yourself. You have made that abundantly apparent on multiple occasions. I am speaking to you as one military man to another that there are greater concerns and much more wide-reaching issues at hand than who sits and who will sit on the throne. I am offering you my support and stamp of approval to ease the Archon's doubts about your loyalty."
"In exchange?" Frederick already knew the answer, but he needed to hear it from the mouth of the First Prince."
"Renounce your ambition for the throne and pledge your loyalty to your Archon and House." Hanse responded simply, "What is happening here on Terra is not only for the Federated Suns, but for the Commonwealth as well. Your current choice of allies does not do you well in the halls of Tharkad, nor does it bode well for your future. Politics is a different battlefield, with much more devious opponents than you find across a drop zone. There, you were outflanked and outmaneuvered by someone who understands that arena much better than you. Politics is much like the Solaris arenas where combined arms simply don't exist, and you are pitted against one or more who all seek their own victory."
"Give up on the allies who have supported my bid this whole time?" Frederick narrowed his eyes, "How could I do that?"
Hanse shook his head, "Frederick, they are treating you like the jumped-up new fighter in a multi-way brawl. They want you to take the brunt of the damage and none of the reward. Whether you succeed or fail, they will shoot you in the back and step over your warm corpse to seize the victory they so desperately want for themselves. With Katrina and me, we can personally assure you of your command and the support you need to achieve the objectives laid before you."
Steiner stroked his chin, "Why would I willingly be a servant to the woman who usurped me, and how do I know that you won't do exactly what was just described? How can I trust you?"
"We stand on the brink of one of the defining moments in the history of the Inner Sphere, one we are about to write. Each of us will have novels of actions to fill the halls of largest libraries or databases. I ask you this: How will history remember us? Do you want to go down as a rebellious general, whose covetous eyes for the throne tore the Commonwealth asunder? Will you be a general worthy of your nation, whose actions are studied for centuries to come after campaigns led against our enemies?" Hanse leaned forward, "Listen, I understand your grievances, more than you know. It's hard to put your fate in the hands of others, but I can pledge that you will receive the recognition you and your warriors deserve. You are a leader of soldiers, and man of battle."
Steiner sat in silence and thought on what the First Prince laid before him. He had spent the past few months pondering after a visit from what he assumed were MIIO operatives. They were not known for messing about. If Hanse Davion determined you were a threat and had the level of access these operators did to his home, he would not be sitting across from one of the most powerful monarchs in the Inner Sphere. He would disappear and an explanation would be given for his absence. Instead, he was given a chance to bend the knee. The months of reflection let him mull over the same battlefield metaphors that Hanse spoke. He was outmaneuvered, and there was no shame in that. Politics was not his field of expertise. Davion was right, the Commonwealth needed leadership given the bloat at the top of social generals who had zero real battlefield experience. What was more important: the throne, or the nation as a whole? It served Hanse to have the most vocal opponent of the current regime take command as a gesture of unity in the face of external threats, but it was not performative. It was practical. If anyone was a decent judge of true motive, it was a man who employed the most respected spymaster in the Inner Sphere.
Frederick nodded slowly, "I will serve on the battlefield as the Archon commands."
"I'm glad to hear—"
"I want to make myself clear on why. It is not for you, it is not for Katrina. It is for the Commonwealth." He gestured to the banner of the Federated Suns, "Just as you serve your nation, I will serve mine."
"Your patriotism is inspiring, General." The First Prince smiled, "It will be good to have you in command, General Steiner."
The pair rose and shook hands, "Thank you for reaching out, First Prince." Steiner looked into the eyes of Davion.
"Thank you for hearing me out." He gave the General a slight bow, "I'm glad to see you onside." Hanse looked over the Steiner scion's shoulder. As if from nowhere, Quintus Allard apparated and bowed to them.
"General, First Prince," Allard greeted, "I apologize for the intrusion, but the General has been summoned by the Archon."
The General bowed, then saluted the First Prince before a page escorted him from the room.
Allard approached the First Prince as he strode to the room's desk, "My Prince, that was well done."
"I am being sincere." Hanse shrugged.
"With time, we can root out Lestrade and take care of any potential issues with the future Skye March."
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Quintus." Hanse warned, "We have a war to win, first."
Hilton Grand Estates Outskirts
Chief Warrant Officer Titus O'Neil did one last check on his equipment. He was used to the PA-404 power armored suit at this point. The new camouflage settings allowed him to blend in seamlessly with his surroundings and evade all sorts of sensor suites. His weapon was a modified HK LG-1, lightened and outfitted with its detachable grenade launcher. He and the rest of the squad were ready. He thought back to Antallos, their first mission nearly ten years ago. The sandy, desolate landscape clashed with the facsimile of Earth he now found himself on. To know there was another Earth was one thing. To be here, flung forward into some sort of alternate reality over a millennium into the future was quite another.
"Six, Two. Message, over." His comms chirped. It was the head of the second squad, Sergeant Noe 'Rock' Rocco.
"Two, Six. Send message, over." He replied.
"One confirms presence of ROM patrols in AO. None threaten current mission. Break." A brief pause, "We have the suspected asset on the scope. Transmitting now."
A corner of his HUD connected to the data feed from Rock's squad. A figure just finished their climb over the cliff face that contained their objective. O'Neil recalled the mission brief and made his decision, "Close with mission objective and watch the asset. If they come under attack, assist if able. Six out."
O'Neil secured his gear and motioned to the rest of his headquarters squad to proceed to their waypoint. Their mission was to determine ComStar's military strength on the island as accurately as possible. Their discreet sensor sweeps of Hilton Head confirmed the presence of a large facility under the surface, but no more detailed information could be gleaned from the natural shielding of what appeared to be an underground facility. Paired with their gathered intelligence was source material information. Stackpole's novels on the Fourth Succession War formed the framework of understanding the sequence of events even with the current state of affairs. The suspected asset spotted by one of his soldiers was Akira Brahe, officer in the Genyosha, one of the Coordinator's elite shock units. Their secondary objective was to ensure the survival of Akira Brahe to secure dissemination of such information to other factions within the Inner Sphere.
"Six, Three. Message, over." His comms alerted again.
"Three, Six. Send message, over."
"Found secondary access point to objective. UA recon underway. Will have intel in minutes, over."
"Six copies all. Transmit intel when complete and proceed to egress, over."
"Three copies. Out."
In silent tension, O'Neil waited with bated breath to confirm what the Triple-S suspected. The gentle lapping of the sea contrasted with the undercurrent of potential violence that hung in the salty air. Minutes passed as his headquarters squad kept their eyes and ears peeled for any change in the environment. His comms chirped again.
"Six, Two. Message, over."
"Two, Six. Send message, over."
"Three has the intel and we're extracting now. Transmitting, over."
O'Neil's HUD confirmed the reception of the data package, "Received, Two. Egress with haste, out."
"Six, One." The comms were lively, "Got contacts on the scope, closing on suspected asset's location. Got friendlies too."
His HUD updated with the locations of the new contacts, "Received, One. Support asset and friendlies. Extract before next security sweep, over."
"Roger Six. Out."
Akira Brahe jerked out of the garrote of his assailant and began to draw his sword. In his peripheral vision he saw a flicker as another ambusher lunged at him. Before they could complete their attack they slumped to the ground, speckles of blood visible under the gleam of moonlight. His first attacker tightened the garrote in their hand as the buzz of electronic modulation crackled through an artificial voice box.
"You're mine, infidel." The electronic voice hissed at him. Brahe drew his katana and stood ready.
The assailant lunged, but fell uselessly a scant meter and a half from him as blood decorated the grass behind them. Brahe craned his head around. Shots came from somewhere, but he could not hear them. Out of the brush emerged his father, Morgan Kell, and Jamie Wolf.
"You alright, Akira?" Yorinaga Kurita asked as Kell and Wolf checked the bodies.
"Yes." Brahe steadied his breathing.
"Good." Wolf glanced around, "Can you get him back by yourself?"
"Of course." Kurita replied.
"Good. Morgan and I will clean up here. Kid, you bring anything besides the sword?"
Brahe shook his head, "Covered my tracks as I retreated."
"We'll get details after." Kell pointed to the bodies, "Next sweep's in a few minutes. Let's move."
Kurita and Brahe beat a careful, hasty retreat from the point of contact through a more circuitous route than Brahe originally took. As they retreated from the more heavily patrolled perimeter Brahe broke the silence.
"How did you know where to find me?"
"Your map. You left it on your bed." Kurita glanced back, "Wolf and Kell saw me on the way here—how, I do not know—and offered to help search for you."
Brahe breathed a sigh of relief that this mistake did not prove fatal. As they made their way back, the memory of what he saw in that facility made him pause.
Yorinaga noticed his son fell behind, "Akira," he whispered, "what is it?"
"Down there, I got a look beneath ComStar's façade." He shook his head slowly, his memory fresh with fear, "The Word of Blake is bound with steel…"
ISA Room Block, Minor Houses Wing, Hilton Grand Estates
19 August 3030/870 AS/2014
Supreme Bashar Merlow reviewed the scans and footage gathered by their wetwork team with Bashar Superior Scarman. Scores of 'mechs and vehicles in pristine condition with what appeared to be an extension under construction. The equipment and its condition did not surprise them. What did was the expansion.
"That confirms it. They're making way for new materiel." Merlow stated as he leaned back in his chair, "It's not just a stagnant armory."
"They've got to have more stockpiles than this." Scarman noted, "Take a look here, these are assembly and refit facilities. In the source material this was an armory. Expansion and refitting facilities means they're tooling up. The factories are active."
Merlow sighed, "Goddamnit. That'll make operations against them a bit more difficult."
"They may be fanatics, but they're not idiots. They understand what a more technologically advanced Inner Sphere means for them. They still hold the FTL communications monopoly, but in order to maintain it they need more hard power." Scarman stroked his chin, "We could accelerate some Earth-based businesses to compete with the telecoms giant."
"We don't have the reach, Marcus, not yet anyway. Once we establish ourselves with the new Federated Commonwealth, then we'll have some leverage. Local subsidiaries of telecom giants all over the Sphere to get a piece of the FTL telecom pie?" Merlow slowly nodded, "It's a good long-term solution. They could eventually supplant the existing HPG network. In the here and now, however, we have to worry ourselves with a rearming ComStar."
"Well, they won't have the military leadership." Scarman shrugged innocently.
Merlow shot a side-eye at his old friend, "What? Do we not expect Frederick Steiner to eventually end up in ComStar's hands?"
"Not if he's leading his own unit at the behest of the Archon before the war even starts."
Merlow arched an eyebrow "Are you saying that he's in the good graces of Katrina Steiner?"
"I have sources that indicate that Frederick Steiner is dedicated to the safety and security of the Lyran Commonwealth and the cowing of its enemies."
"You've always had your ways, Marcus, but we don't have active intelligence operations within the Federated Suns let alone the Commonwealth."
Scarman put up his hands in mock inculpability, "It was an equivalent exchange."
Hilton Grand Estates
Commander Banderas noted the absence of the Bashars at the night's reception. They assured her that they would be down later, but that depended on what their topic of discussion was and how involved in became. For her, she had a much more straightforward assignment: float from group to group and observe. Representatives from each invited party that populated the hall engaged in small talk and stuck in their respective cliques for the most part. There were a few outliers, there always were, and she had already taken note of most of them. Military folks tended to mingle amongst their friendly counterparts, swapping stories and drinking excessively. Those in their nation's intelligence communities were more aloof and subtly observant of their surroundings. Nobles attempted to politely fend off their lessers as those of inferior standing tried to improve it through association and good graces. Food and drink flowed freely, loosened lips and lubricated conversation.
Snippets of conversation and shifts in body language helped her forge an understanding of the state of the contemporary Inner Sphere. The power blocs of each nation were not an uncommon sight in the Sirius Sector, except here they had access to much more personnel and material for their own power bases. What were entire nations in her home universe would barely qualify as a governable territory to the power brokers of the Inner Sphere. The vastness of the Successor States would tax the jump gate network of her home beyond the breaking point. That was an item of discussion in the ISA, the establishment of jump gates to allow for inter-system travel without the need for proper FTL drives. That was an discussion for another time.
Behind her, she felt a familiar presence, "So, a productive discussion, sir?" She asked the figure behind her.
"Always, Commander." Bashar Scarman replied at her side, "Much to speak about, as affairs like this always encourage."
She understood immediately, "Of course, sir."
"Food good?" He asked.
"ComStar's catering is top notch, sir. No drop in quality over the days, which speaks to their consistency."
"They also know the dietary habits and limitations of their guests, no doubt from the survey they sent out with the invitations." He scanned the room, "Mid-level players and the partners of the more powerful. I guess tonight is one of hushed nothings."
Scarman chuckled, "'Nothing of note or import.'" He stated subvocally, "I know how to read your reports, Banderas."
"You have the national intelligence apparatus to run." She responded in kind, "We both know our duties, sir."
"Too true." he shifted back to normal vocalizations, "Hopefully the night remains uneventful."
"Sir, every time you say that something happens."
Both of their heads snapped toward the guest entrance as their enhanced senses picked up the tell-tale sound of gunfire. The pair immediately bolted toward the door.
"What did I say, sir?" She half mocked as they sped toward the source.
"You're writing the report, Commander."
Merlow burst into the head of MIIO's room just in time to witness Daniel Allard forcing his father out of the line of gunfire. With zero hesitation, he drew a hidden pistol from his boot and returned fire at the gunman on the roof. Two well-placed shots struck the assailant in the chest as the last round found its place through the mouth of the would-be assassin. The muzzle-flash of what appeared to be a submachine gun ceased as the attacker collapsed from their vantage point into the center of the room, surrounded by glass and the white feathers of the ruined upholstery.
Dan rubbed his eyes to clear them of the vicious visage of the failed assassin. Quintus knelt next to him, "Are you hurt, Dan? God, there's blood on your face!" The younger Allard pulled his hands away and saw blood on his right. He turned to his father and witnessed his expression change from concern to relief, "Just a small cut, Dan, over your right eye. Won't even scar."
Merlow quietly holstered his weapon and approached the pair, "I can arrange for a doc to give you a once over if need be, Captain." He quickly shifted his gait toward the dead man, secured the weapon with an errant cloth and checked their vitals, "He's gone. Shame."
"Thank you, Bashar." Quintus acknowledged as he handed his son a handkerchief, "You saved my life, Dan. That's as close as I ever hope to be again."
Dan pressed the handkerchief against the cut and joined Merlow at the body, "Dark hair, darkish skin." He glanced at the other two, "Looks as though he's from a Hindi or Azami enclave—they never did mix much with others. Subhash Indrahar has a Hindi background and the Azami live in the Combine. ISF op?"
Quintus knelt next to Merlow, "No, if the Combine wanted me dead, they would have used some of the Nenekami."
"Don't think he's Azami." Merlow concluded as he scanned with his omni-tool, "Doesn't match the genetic profile we have of their people."
Quintus pointed at the body's boots, "Wet, sand in the treads. He came in from the sea."
Dan nodded, "Explains the red line around the eyes. Must be from a diving mask. Probably left his gear down by the ocean then slipped into this jumpsuit."
The elder Allard examined the entry wounds of Merlow's making, "Tight groupings. Good marksmanship. Well done, Bashar."
"Thank you." Merlow nodded in the affirmative, "I'll get you the result of my scans as soon as we're done with analysis." The bungalow's front door opened slowly as a pair of people entered the room. Daniel and Quintus took cover but Merlow waved at them to stand down, "Don't worry, they're with me."
Bashar Scarman nodded to the pair of Allards before he spoke to Merlow, "Gods, we have ourselves a mess here, don't we?"
"ComStar is right behind us, Bashar." Commander Banderas stated as she glanced back at the door.
"Not like they can do anything now, Commander." Merlow replied, rising to his feet, "Look lively, our hosts have arrived."
On cue, a jump infantry fire team entered the room, their auto-rifle muzzles swept over them all. Fully armored, their helmets and mirrored faceplates obscured their identities, but they all recognized the crest of ComStar.
"Clear." The computer-modified voice of the nearest soldier announced. They cleared the way and snapped to attention as Precentor Tharkad entered the room.
"Minister, Captain, Bashars, Commander… has anyone been injured?" He asked them.
Quintus shook his head as Dan shrugged, "A scratch." Daniel motioned to his abated head wound.
The Precentor took note of the body as he nodded, "Shot at you through the skylight?"
"Correct." Quintus nodded, "Dan pulled me from the line of fire as the attack began. We retreated into the hall and avoided the first assault."
The Precentor forced a light smile, "How fortunate." He shifted his focus to Merlow, "Excellent shooting, Bashar."
"'Guest safety is of paramount importance,' right Precentor?" Merlow stated innocently, "I'm sure the ComGuard would have done the same in my place."
Precentor Tharkad closed his eyes and gathered his composure, "Bashar, if you would be so kind as to accompany us. Captain, Minister, if you would please allow us a couple hours, we will put everything right for you."
Merlow nodded to Scarman and Banderas as they fell in beside him. Quintus laid a hand on his son's arm, "Come, Dan. Let us leave our hosts to clean up this… accident."
The Precentor nodded and smiled kindly, "Thank you for your understanding, Minister. We would not want to spoil the wedding by alarming anyone needlessly. This will be dealt with discreetly.""
Quintus smiled as he and his son passed between the guards, "Oh, Precentor."
"Yes, Minister?"
"Peace of Blake be with you…"
Merlow, Scarman, and Banderas followed Precentor Tharkad Ulthar Everson out of the room under the watchful eye of what they assumed to be ROM operatives armed to the teeth.
Merlow opened a subvocal channel with his people, "Follow me until we reach the interrogation chamber. This whole proceeding shouldn't take long."
"Agreed." Scarman replied, "To hold the head of a military of any nation state for any length of time would be folly in this political climate."
"Transmission sent to wetwork teams." Banderas added, "Just in case, sir."
"I respect the caution, Commander." Merlow thanked her, "We're almost here. Look alive and send me off."
"Yes, sir." Banderas confirmed.
The group stopped before an ordinary door as the ROM operatives opened it for the Precentor. Everson cleared his throat, "Forgive us, honored guests, but I would like a word with the Supreme Bashar in private."
The pair glanced at Merlow who nodded at them. With a slight bow from the two of them, they retreated from the group and walked back down the hallway guided by a pair of ROM operatives. Everson motioned to the door for Merlow to enter, which he obliged. It was a state room, not unlike the many others that populated the Grand Estates. Merlow found a pair of lounge chairs and sat himself at one of them. The remainder of the ROM squad positioned themselves just outside and inside the door as Precentor Everson joined him. The Precentor poured them both a glass of water and one of liquor and handed a pair to Merlow. He gladly accepted.
"This will be brief, Bashar." Everson stated, "I just wish to know the weapon used to dispatch the assailant."
Merlow half-grinned, "Of course, Precentor. Would you be so kind as to tell your soldiers to stand down?"
Everson gave the guards at the door a hand signal. With that, Merlow reached for his left boot and drew a compact handgun. He ejected the magazine, cleared the chamber, caught the round, and engaged the safety before he placed the handgun, its magazine, and the ejected round on the coffee table between them. He downed the rest of his drink and sipped on his water.
"So, is our business concluded?" Merlow asked.
Everson nodded, "I thank you for your cooperation. We must ensure the safety of this momentous event."
Merlow rose to his feet, "Of course. Anything for the stability of the Inner Sphere." With those words, he left Precentor Tharkad in silence and exited the room.
Everson motioned for a guard to bag the weapon and its ammunition. He had to perform damage control swiftly.
Scarman and Banderas rejoined him in the main hall. The near deserted venue was populated by a few errant nobles in hushed whispers and banquet staff cleaning after the event. They passed through to the Periphery Powers wing onto the Basharate's stateroom and rang for room service. With food handled, Merlow began the debriefing.
"Okay, I handed off one of my secondaries to ComStar." He began, "The Earth-manufactured one, not one of our own. Should keep their analysts scratching their heads as we leave."
"We're prepared for rapid exfil after the reception tomorrow." Scarman confirmed, "Banderas, you're writing up the AAR of this whole thing. Anything stick out to you so far?"
"ROM's field agents are, in a word, subpar." Banderas began, "Patrols out in the open without long-rage fire support. No marksmen to speak of. They're not drilled to fight as a cohesive unit. That differs from the ComGuard and other ROM elements driven away from the John Deere facility. I don't think ComStar was ready for a fight on their home turf."
"Strange, I must admit." Scarman glanced at the door, "You'd think they'd be more prepared. This many potential combatants within literal arms reach of one another would tempt the operations arm of any intelligence service. The fact that ROM's security service is so inept, I thought it was just some kind of plot convenience."
"They seem keyed up for furthering their interests abroad." Merlow noted, "They may be trainees or specialize in different operations than security and large-scale operations."
"Well, that can be reviewed once we're off world." Scarman redirected the conversation, "I've already directed Antallos to DEFCON four. ISV Stilgar is on standby in-system ready to interdict any possible invasion force with Strike Group Kusari as the QRF. Earth and Cradle have been alerted, but they won't be in the line of fire as it were."
There was a knock at the door. Banderas rose to check, her own sidearm in hand. Through the peephole she saw a pair of Triple-S operators with their food cart. Holstering her weapon, she opened the door.
"Ma'am." One of the operators pushed the cart in for her.
"Thanks, Sergeant." She closed the door, scanned it with her omni-tool, and motioned to the cart, "Food's here, Bashars. Clean."
"Excellent." Merlow retrieved a couple plates for himself and Scarman, "Always hungry work, getting shot at."
"You'd think being flags we'd be free of that." Scarman observed as he took a bite.
"We usually get shot at with capitol-grade weapons." Merlow shrugged as he took his own bite, "I gotta hand it to ComStar, they do know how to cook. Probably got some serious talent out here."
"Quite right." Banderas gingerly took a sample, "Glad they don't try to poison folks on their own home turf."
"We all know that would be a real bad look." Scarman pointed his fork at her, "Assassinations need plausible deniability. To do it on this universe's Earth would result in all-out war. ComStar wants war between the Successor Houses, sure, but on 'Terra?' They don't want to see Earth burn yet again."
Merlow swallowed and thought about that statement, "I don't think some of ComStar's more zealous members would be opposed if it helped fulfill 'Blake's Vision.'"
ComStar Central Headquarters
Hilton Head Complex
20 August 3030/870 AS/2014
Metaphorical flames of rage blazed from Myndo Waterly's blue eyes, "I cannot understand this, Primus. How can you call the near assassination of a Davion minister and the head of the ISA military a 'minor incident?'" She shook her head in dismay, golden strands of her head stuck to her face, "By now most of the guests have heard the tale. What action will you take against House Liao?"
Primus Tiepolo glanced around the First Circuit, "Why, Precentor Dieron, we will take no action against House Liao for this disturbance. It's true the assassin managed to slip between our ROM patrols, but it was handled before he could spill blood."
"The assassin was dispatched by the leader of the hottest new nation in the Periphery." Waterly seethed, "To have him capable of smuggling a sidearm through unnoticed by our scanning measures and be responsible for saving Minister Allard? That reflects poorly on us. Not only that, but what of the deaths of three ROM agents two nights ago? This is disaster upon disaster in our home, meters from us."
Precentor Tharkad stiffened and turned mechanically to the Primus, "Three ROM agents dead?"
Julian Tiepolo's anger emanated from his body, almost seeming to materialize in the room itself. Through such emotion, he kept his tone calm, "The deaths of the ROM agents were misadventure, nothing more. We all know that the preservation of Blake's Will forces us to employ… unsavory sorts accustomed to independence and violence as solutions to any dispute. Those disputes sometimes end fatally. The investigation revealed no breach in security."
Waterly smiled slyly, knowing that none of the First Circuit truly believed that tale, though some would agree due to the Primus' position, "Let us accept that answer for now. What prevents you from placing House Liao under total interdiction? We know the assassin belonged to a cult tied to Romano Liao. Our course is clear."
Precentor Sian, Villius Tejh, spoke with a powerful whisper, "Forgive me, Precentor Dieron, but I do not feel interdiction is advisable at this time." His eyes flitted to the Primus then settled back to Waterly, "While I agree with you that House Liao must be disciplined for this unconscionable breach of security, interdiction would destroy the Capellans."
She nodded slowly, "Ah, the theory that Hanse Davion would strike the Confederation. It is a large state to swallow, Precentor Sian."
Tejh allowed himself a brief smile to the Primus, "Under normal circumstances, I would share your skepticism about House Davion's ability to take the Capellan Confederation, but you must recall that Liao's military strategy relies upon constant communication and swift reaction. The Warrior House regiments are given the means to reinforce besieged worlds. Severing the communications services our Order provides will significantly degrade Capellan coordination and hinder the ability of their nation to wage war."
"The problem is," Waterly countered, "we were not responsible for saving the life of Minister Allard. We do not have the luxury of saying 'this was but a momentary misstep.' To the rest of the Successor States, if we cannot ensure the safety of our guests can we ensure that their communications are secure?"
Tejh gestured with a hand, "I hasten to add that an interdiction would affect all Liao operatives in the Federated Suns but would not be reciprocal. The intelligence provided by Davion's spies would prove a crushing blow to the Confederation."
Waterly laughed, "I believe you overestimate Alexi Malenkov's efficacy Precentor Sian. The information streaming in from Michael Hasek-Davion more than offsets Malenkov's anemic efforts. We both know the easiest way to deal with that issue is to exposve Malenkov to his masters. I am quite certain Justin Xiang Allard would garner great pleasure from debriefing one of his father's agents." She paused to refocus her argument, "Given the circumstances, we must make it clear that such actions are not tolerated on Terra."
Precentor Sian nodded, "Your point is well taken." He looked to the Primus, "How, then, shall we punish this rash action by Romano Liao?"
Tiepolo folded his arms and gave it a moment of thought, "We will demand that the Capellan government supply the materials and labor to upgrade several of our stations in their domain. We will apply an additional tariff on all civilian HPG traffic made by Capellan citizens of twenty percent for the next five standard years. We will also select from among the best and brightest among their citizens as inductees into our service."
Tejh smiled openly, "We may even suggest that the Chancellor hand over his son Tormana for reeducation. It would remove a thorn from his side, and give us the kind of opportunity ComStar enjoys in the Free Worlds League."
Waterly narrowed her eyes, "Sufficient. We must maintain the balance of power." She gave Precentor Sian a look. His recommendation was bold. It was doubtful the Chancellor would agree to all the terms, but the man seemed confident. She made a mental note to watch him closely.
The Primus bowed with exaggerated ceremony to Waterly, "We are glad of your approval, Precentor Dieron." He raised his head and gazed at the rest of the First Circuit, "If there is no objection, we shall appoint Precentor Sian to undertake the necessary discussions."
Central Church
Hilton Head Island
Merlow and Scarman stood at the entrance of Central Church, one of the many religious institutions on the island. Decorated with the banners of the Federated Suns and Lyran Commonwealth, guests awaited ushers to guide them to their seats. Banderas arrived earlier than them with Ana Centrella. The two were developing a healthy friendship in spite, or perhaps because of, their professions. Just inside the door, they were greeted by Colonel Arden Sortek who bowed graciously.
"Good afternoon, Bashars." He greeted.
"Good day to you, Colonel." Merlow returned the bow, "I see they're keeping the Prince's Champion busy."
Sortek laughed, "Duty calls, no matter the task." He motioned to the pews, "Do we consider ourselves friends of the bride or groom?"
Scarman stroked his chin, "I believe either option serves to send a message." He stated blatantly.
"The rest of the guests have spread themselves evenly between the two." Sortek noted then leaned between them, "This wedding is so very politically loaded."
Scarman smiled, "To be expected, unfortunately." He looked about the venue, "I see First Councilor Glass and their partner are sat on the bride's side."
Merlow lightly clapped his hands together, "Then it's decided. Lead us to the groom's side, Colonel."
"Neutrality, I see." Sortek noted, "As you say, Bashar."
Sortek led the pair to the row which Colonel Jamie Wolf occupied. Merlow and Scarman nodded to Sortek as he left. They sat beside the Dragoon's leader.
"You've been busy." Scarman whispered to Wolf.
"You have read my reports." Wolf replied simply, "ComStar has not remained idle."
"Unsurprising, unfortunately." Merlow whispered on the other side of Wolf, "Much more active than anticipated to be sure."
"Indeed." Wolf glanced around the church, "Many representations of pre-Star League-era iconography."
"To be sure." Merlow raised his head, "Amazing to see the resiliency of humanity in the face of destruction."
The trio fell silent as the fall filled with people. Behind them sat Justin Xiang Allard and Candace Liao who spoke in hushed whispers to one another. Scarman allowed a small smirk and opened their command subvocal comms channel.
"The conversation is playing as written." Scarman glanced behind them, "Have we checked Stackpole's residence for any interdimensional capabilities?" He silently asked Merlow.
"He willingly submitted his computers, electronics, and allowed the NSA to search his house after more than a few events he wrote came true." Merlow responded, "He wanted to prove he was not involved with Earth's interdimensional relocation. Haven't tested for biological abilities yet."
Wolf nudged the pair, "You see our current company?"
Scarman leaned in, "Of course, Colonel."
Merlow looked forward, "Gents, service is starting."
Bridge, ISV Face Dancer
Terra Lagrange 3 Point
"Comms chatter is increasing around Terra according to the Undivided." The comms officer stated, "Encrypted, but it's picking up."
"Do we have sources?" Fleet Captain Mandel asked.
"Commonwealth and Suns vessels in orbit." The officer reported, "Tight beam transmissions seem directed toward the space port outside Hilton Head."
"Today is the day of the wedding ceremony." His XO reminded him, "We all know what happens next."
"The Undivided has confirmed they are ready to pick up the Balisets and rendezvous with us soon after." Comms confirmed.
"Nighttime Zulu is gonna be busy." Mandel shook his head, "I'm guessing the away team will delay their departure to miss the chaos of the initial departure wave. Gives them time to enjoy their dessert." He scoffed.
"Shall we raise readiness, sir?" the XO asked.
"No. We maintain condition three unless we have an imminent threat." He turned and smiled to the XO, "We need to eat too, you know."
Hilton Grand Estates
Merlow, Scarman, Councilor Glass and the rest of the ISA delegation entered the great hall converted to the reception space of the wedding ceremony. Merlow noted the presence of two long tables not present in the source material. The ISA and Magistracy shared a table, and the Outworlds Alliance sat alone as the Taurian Concordat deigned to attend. The five other tables were still present: The wedding party, House Marik, House Liao, House Davion, and House Steiner.
"Interesting ComStar sat us together, wouldn't you agree Councilor?" Magestrix Kyalla Centrella asked of Metzli Glass in her trademark seductive voice.
They held the hand of their partner tightly, "Very much so, Magestrix. I don't think we've managed to spend too much time in common company during this momentous event."
Gayle Glass smiled widely, "It is unfortunate, to be sure. I understand that you hosted many an after-dinner gathering in your wing of the Estates."
Kyalla returned the smile, "Oh, yes. We had guests from all over the Sphere in attendance. It's a shame you and your partner couldn't attend."
"Metz and I had prior engagements, unfortunately." They shrugged, "I'm sure that our paths will cross for such an adventure."
Centrella laughed, "I certainly hope so."
Merlow and Scarman took stock of the guests and the low conversations between all of them, "Well, at least we get a souvenir of what's sure to be the most pivotal event in recent history." Merlow observed as he raised his champagne flute and examined it, "Beautiful work, I must say."
"Filled with signals and meanings." Scarman said as he examined his own, "Symbols and messages." His voice dropped to a low whisper, "What worlds we get for dessert."
"I am very curious."
Melissa and Hanse arrived in the hall and their presence disrupted all further conversation. The ISA-Magistracy table stood in unison and applauded the newly married couple. The Steiner and Davion tables followed suit as scattered applause filled the hall. The wedding party soon followed and together they filled the raised table at the 'head' of the circle. ComStar acolytes and service staff passed throughout the room and filled the champagne glasses of the assembled guests with either champagne from the vineyards of former France or a sparkling paffel cider from the Lyran Commonwealth for the non-alcoholics in the crowd.
Scarman's eyes followed the acolytes as they matched the name plates with their drink of choice. Those questionnaires certainly came in clutch here, he thought to himself, Flawless execution. To be expected of their intelligence apparatus.
With the glasses filled, the service staff left the floor. Morgan Hasek-Davion stood and raised his glass, "I would like you to join me in a toast to the Prince and princess." His beaming face turned to the newlyweds, "May your love be greater each day than the last, yet not as great as in the days to come, and may anyone who hopes to cause you trouble fail as miserably as those who attempted to interfere with Melissa's passage aboard the Silver Eagle."
Commander Banderas leaned in to her superior after she took a sip, "Well, nice stab at the Kuritans."
Scarman smiled as he lowered his glass, "Good spirited ribbing over a life-threatening scenario. Not something I'd put in a speech if I were at home, that's for sure."
The service staff returned and provided the wedding meal to the guests. Merlow methodically ate through his salad and saw the crest of the world emblazoned on the bone china, "New Earth." He noted to Scarman, "What'd you get?"
"Caph." Scarman replied, "Minister Allard is testing his theory here, I think. I should applaud the analysts he has in his employ."
With quiet efficiency, acolytes and service staff cleared the first course and distributed the second. Rich beef tenderloin, microgreens, vegetables and a side of polenta covered with a red wine glaze adorned Scarman's plate while Merlow's had a grilled swordfish dish with similar vegetables.
"They took a stab in the dark with us, didn't they?" Merlow took his first bite, "Damn good, though."
"Absolutely." Scarman revealed the crest of the world underneath the food, "Ah, Thorin. Makes sense, still going with the 'Terra' theme here."
"Saffel." Merlow combined protein, vegetable, and carb on his fork, "Yeah, sticking with it."
With the main course finished, the acolytes and service staff returned to collect the used silverware and china. Melissa and Hanse descended from the raised dias as a four-tier wedding cake was wheeled before them. Precentor New Avalon handed them a sword to which the pair cut the first two pieces from the cake. The Precentor collected the sword back swiftly as the acolytes disassembled and disseminated the wedding cake throughout the hall. The newlyweds waited patiently as the cake was distributed to the guests.
Scarman lifted the paper doily carefully to reveal the world underneath before the wedded pair began their speeches, "Antallos." He whispered.
"Same." Merlow replied, "What is he getting at?"
Hanse and Melissa stood. Melissa lifted a small piece of cake toward Hanse, "Husband, in honor of our marriage, in addition to this cake, I give you a regiment of BattleMechs and the means to support them in perpetuity." Her eyes glinted mischievously as she gently fed the cake to the First Prince.
Hanse smiled after he finished the small bite, every fiber of his being exuded the wily confidence of 'The Fox.' His voice filled the hall with joyous sounds though it held an undercurrent of directed enmity.
"I thank you for the gift, beloved." He lifted a piece of cake in his right hand, "Wife, in honor of our marriage, in addition to this morsel, I give you a vast prize." He slipped the doily from his dessert plate and held the dish aloft for all to see, "Here, my love. I give you the Capellan Confederation!"