"We stand here as children of not a god, not of science, but of our mothers and our fathers. We stand as a testament to the human spirit and be damned if we let that spirit falter! Our allegiance is to not just Terra but to HUMANITY AS A WHOLE."
-Representative Gavin Weber to the UEG Senate after the Battle of Earth, 2553.
[15 MARCH 2590]
Operation AEGIS SPEAR
TO: ANDROMEDA COMMAND, UTSC
FROM: HIGHCOM, JOINT CHIEFS
…..
Vice Admiral Donathin Coney,
Recent talks with the Galactic Republic have broken down, I am sure you have heard of it.
Their interest in the Colony of Strangreal has concerned HIGHCOM from the very beginning, especially considering the current conflict, the so-called 'Clone Wars'. If unchecked we could be once again embroiled in the boiling pot that is war.
The current government on Earth also shares our concern that we will be dragged into a protracted conflict. According to Federation analysts this could cost us the post-Covenant War growth that has blessed the UTF and destabilize our relations with our Colonies once more.
We do not need another Insurrection. The United Terran Federation does not need one.
Your job is to defend our interests abroad and that includes Strangreal which ONI reports a Grand Navy offensive is imminent and our AI programs on Coruscant have confirmed a plan has been put in motion to mobilize.
I understand that you are in need of more ships and I have authorized the 11th Carrier Fleet to reinforce your squadrons. However should a Republic offensive occur before major reinforcements can arrive you are to engage the Republic with a tactical withdrawal of all your ships till you reach the colonial capital world of New Cascades where the 11th should arrive by that time frame.
A detailed plan has been attached for you and your staff.
4 DOCUMENTS ATTACHED
Until then, good luck and godspeed.
-Fleet Admiral Jacob Keyes
Location: L2 Point Ryloth, UTSC Revocation
March 13 2590
Representative Akira Shibuara
The atmosphere in the conference room on the battlecruiser Revocation was suffocating to Representative Akira Shibuara.
One because the A/C had broken down and two, because the demands he had placed in front of him were nothing short of the definition of insanity.
"These terms are not agreeable, much less are actually feasible for the Federation to accomplish," Shibuara stated, looking away from the Hologram image being displayed, listing out the terms, one of which clearly stated 'Ceding of the world known as Strangreal to Republic hands.'
"These terms are feasible, at least for the Republic," came the reply from the Senator of Umbara, Mee Dechi. The slender and rather pale Umbaran smiled to himself as Akira kept his scowl plastered on.
It was the same scowl that was certainly being mimicked by the Marines standing guard, watching over the negotiations that had been going on for the past week. Everyone was tired, Akira had heard it himself, the crew of the Battlecruiser Revocation was ready for some shore leave and be damned if they had to step on a planet not under the Terran, or rather any friendly nation's flag. Especially in a political gridlock such as this.
"We were assured by the last delegation that Strangreal, and for that matter, the rest of our 8 Andromeda Colonies would be left alone and now you go back on your word?" Shibaura said, his frustration becoming evident as the delegation in front of him remained indifferent.
"That was the last delegation led by Senator Amidala, we are the new one and we are relaying to you what our legislative body has decided on, you should not trust 1 Senator to keep their word with 25,000 other individuals to deal with," Mee Deechi simply said without breaking a sweat.
"Yes but those terms were agreeable to us and that delegation was made up of those hot headed Mandalorians! We were working on a semi-agreeable deal with them so only god knows why you decided to go back on it and change it up so significantly."
"We understand that you may not be inclined to agree but I am afraid that these are the terms outlined and a deadline has been set…" started the human senator from Cardia, Istye Raliok, stone-faced in his composure, at least until Shibuara's outburst.
"A deadline?! Are you insane? Are you trying to start a war?!" Shibaura yelled out, standing from his seat and pointing an accusing finger at the Cardian Senator, his scowl much more noticeable.
Was this unbecoming for a man such as Shibaura? Yes, the young bureaucrat was not known to have a flared temper, such was the reason why he was selected to represent not just his world but also that of Terran interest. But if a regular old Joe had to deal with the same amount of political snaking then most definitely bodies would begin falling.
Both Clones and Marines in the room tensed, their fingers fleeting on the edge of their trigger guards as weapons raised just a little higher.
"I would suggest that it be best if we calm down and talk about this as civilized parties, shall we?"
Shibaura focused his attention towards a single figure in the room. A Jedi he was told. Supposedly the guardians of the Galaxy. In his opinion they weren't doing very good at their job if they were wearing combat fatigues and also wearing bits of armor from their own troops.
The one who had asked for composure, Obi-Wan as he introduced himself earlier, stepped forth, placing a hand on one of his troopers rifles in order to get the guards to relax a little, less an incident occur.
Shibaura knew of the powers of such Jedi, they could read thoughts of others, they could move objects with just their mind. However he had heard rumors that humans from the Milky Way, or rather life in the Milky Way as a whole was not affected by such powers.
However these were simply rumors and Shibaura would rather not push his luck and he sat back down in his seat, straightening his tie and brushing down his suit as he reformed into a calm composure.
"I apologize for my outburst, but still my point stands, these demands will all benefit the Republic in the short term and will be of loss to my people," Shibaura calmly stated, perhaps slightly shakier but still getting his point across in a mature fashion.
"This is a temporary seizure of territory in order to secure our borders and maintain our stance against the Separatist onslaught, I am willing to assure you that if you were in this position that you would demand the same things," Mee Dechi coolly replied, not even breaking a sweat as Shibaura looked for an answer.
Sure, perhaps the Republic would gain some resources, one of which was stated to be a very energy resistant material known as Beskar. However, at least to Shibaura, this trade deal would do nothing but harm both local and galactic business.
Already they had trading deals, of course not to the magnitude required of war but still a relatively massive amount of this Beskar material was exported to them regardless, much to the protest of certain Mandorlorian groups which apparently sought the metal as their own 'cultural artifact'.
In other words, very annoying and very tiresome meetings that Shibaura had to endure with Mandalorian leaders, both 'Pro-Pacifists' and 'Pro-Death Watch'. Completely different ends of the spectrum but all very resolute to their claim of this metal.
Taking this into account it was likely this group of people that wrote in the 'ceding of Strangreal' clause.
"This temporary seizure will only cause mass amounts of damage to your economy along with degrading our public opinion of you, you are supposed to be the Republic, the democratic, free side," Shibaura began as he pointed at the Republic delegation, "yet you make this hypocritical clause to take away territory simply because, we already have deals with your largest corporations, we already trade a significant chunk of this rare-earth metal, enough actually to support a war effort considering that I doubt you will be able to process enough of this Beskar material to even equip a Legion, much less a Sector Army from just our reserves alone."
An uneasy silence rang through the room.
"Our concern is not that we do not get enough, Representative, our concern is that you trade with the Separatist movement, this is unacceptable to our people," Senator Raliok replied, his scowl deepening as he placed his hands on the table.
"I'm afraid that there is not much I can do, we rely on both Republic and Confederate aligned companies who export our materials, if we get rid of either our economy will collapse," Shibaura replied, looking around the room, hoping to strike some sense in the delegation.
"The Republic has promised to provide aid to you, if you are under our jurisdiction you will have access to all our resources-"
It was clear he had failed in this objective.
"Resources that we are already trading for Senator, the Republic nor the Confederacy align with the interests of the Commonwealth and are not suitable replacements to the UTF, we do not wish to become controlled by large corporations, whether directly or through lies pushed by farce leaders who could give any less of a damn, this is my people's living in the balance and I will pick the correct option and object to this."
With that it was obvious to anyone worth the credits that the meeting was over, Shibaura said his goodbyes, doing his best to keep his civilized facade as the Marines escorted the Republic delegation to the hangar bays.
"Sir, do you believe war will happen?" one of his advisors, Jakob asked. The young man's face filled with worry as Shibaura placed his hands on the bridge of his nose and exhaled.
"I am not sure Jakob, whatever happens is now in the hands of the UTSC, I have failed here," Shibaura muttered as he stared at the other end of the empty conference room, unsure of the future that awaited both galaxies.
Location: L2 Point Ryloth, GRNS Negotiator
March 13 2590
Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi
"Well, that was a very productive meeting," Obi-Wan muttered sarcastically, exiting the shuttle which had landed within one of the hangars on his flagship the Negotiator.
"I wouldn't say so General Kenobi sir," Commander Cody replied, being a lot more straightforward as he held his helmet in his left hand, the creases on his face indicative of the stressing duty of standing guard on the Terran warship.
The Terrans, a rather recent addition to the Galaxy, making contact just 17 years before, when he was a simple Padawan under Qui-Gon. Their entrance was one of both confusion and fascination. Life to develop outside the home galaxy and to the puzzlement of the galaxy's best scientists.
Human's in both the Milky Way, the galaxy that the Terrans called home and the home galaxy. Furthermore their presence in the Force, or rather lack thereof. It took a whole lot of mental fortitude to even begin to crack open the nut that was the Terran mind and even then a Force-User would still have to go through many trials and tribulations to even get a grasp or hold of a Terran.
'If you don't get shot of course.' Kenobi thought. The Terran weaponry was also nothing to scoff at. While indeed projectile based and not as advanced as blasters or the more elegant lightsaber, an 'Assualt Rifle' as they called it could still very will rip through a good amount of B-2 Super Battle Droids as Kenobi had seen on Ryloth with the few Twi'lek Freedom Fighters equipped with 'MA-5C's' courtesy of Terran small arm smugglers that had begun to populate the home galaxy.
Still even with all the information out there the Terran's were still a mystery.
Of course this mystery could wait as Obi-Wan had a lot more pressing issues at the moment, such as a potential second front opening on the Republic's doorstep.
"Those Terrans are rather dull, sooner or later they will realize who owns this galaxy," came the reply from Mee Deechi, the arrogant Umbaran giving a fist as he smirked with pride.
Obi-Wan was not one to get into politics but he did have to say that the Umbaran was definitely in over his own head. It seemed his Clone Commander thought the same thing as he gave a skeptical look towards his general.
"I wouldn't say dull Senator, they are very, how do I put it, stubborn," Obi-Wan replied. From what he saw along with what he heard, the Terran's were very well respectable to the delegation, even if they truly did hate the mere presence of a Jedi such as himself, that was plainly obvious and you didn't need to use the Force to feel it.
However, the Terrans were also very astute in keeping their trading deals with the Confederacy and Republic open. While it was understandable that they would do this for economical reasons, Obi-Wan couldn't help but feel as if this was a slap in the face.
While he didn't necessarily agree with the Senators who drafted the bill, he believed that peace was the best way forward and it was clear the Senate would not budge on changing the Sector Security Act. The Mandalorians were simply too influential now that both sides seemed to agree on one thing.
Beskar was a Mandalorian artifact.
He had talked to Duchess Satine about the whole issue, the Duchess while hospitable to him was also rather firm on the issue.
'This is the first time my people have agreed on something Kenobi, I understand your concern but this is a Mandalorian issue.'
'I thought you were a staunch pacifist Duchess.'
'Senator Merrick has delegated that we will purchase the planet and it will become a part of our commonwealth, we do not wish for war, as much as Death Watch may wish for it, it is better if we negotiate with people like the Terrans and show them that we are of no threat…'
The conversation still rang in Obi-Wan's ears, clear as day. The Mandalorian people didn't want a war, or at least the Pacifist's didn't. He had heard recently from the Duchess that she objected to the current deal considering it was very vague in how the Republic would acquire Strangreal and seemed open for conflict.
A conflict that she didn't intend nor wish to start.
"Well Master Jedi, the Terrans have been nothing more than a nuisance to us, they must be dealt with before they go and pick sides." Senator Raliok, the slightly more level-headed Senator from Cardia replied.
Obi-Wan shook his head. "This Act will certainly turn them over to the Separatist movement and most definitely damage our relations with the Mandalorians."
"The Mandalorian people have had their say, they wanted the planet and we are going to give it to them are we not? They are all about peace now yet they start grabbing planets like children in a sandbox," Mee Deechi replied as he fixed his ornamental grey robe.
"If you excuse me Master Jedi but I have some very important business dealings to attend to."
With that the Umbaran and the Cardian senators whirled around and were escorted away by their Coruscant Guards, the once oriental blue uniforms now replaced with Phase II Clone Armor with Red markings.
"Any orders General?" Cody asked as Obi-Wan shook his head.
"Not now Cody, take your men and rest up, I also have some business to attend to."
That conversation was half an hour ago and now Obi-Wan was on the bridge of the Negotiator as the holoprojector whirred to life as soon Obi-Wan was connected to the Jedi Council, standing in the middle of the room as he was surrounded by the 12 council members seated in a circle.
Obi-Wan introduced himself respectfully, recognizing his fellow Jedi Council members as he gave his report.
"Master Kenobi, what is the situation like for the negotiations with the Terran people?" Mace Windu asked, the dark skinned Master Jedi serious as he stared into Kenobi's eyes, awaiting an answer.
"They have broken down, the Terran's are unwilling to give up Strangreal to the Republic, they say we went back on our word," Obi-Wan replied, filling in the Council to the current Terran situation which had been on a simmer since the start of the Clone Wars.
"Are the Terrans willing to reopen negotiations with a different delegation?" asked Plo Koon. Obi-Wan shook his head.
"It seems not, the Terrans have lost their trust in us, this current Bill will likely push them over the edge and aid the Confederacy."
"Confederacy Aid the Terran's must not, rebuild trust with them we must," came the wise voice of Grand Master Yoda, his words inciting nods among the Council.
"But how? These Terrans have shown sympathy to the Confederacy, it would be a waste of our resources to even attempt a peace," came the reply from Saesee Tiin, the Iktotchi Jedi Master scoffing at the idea of such an attempt.
"The Mandalorians would be our best bet, the Terrans seem open to a trade deal with them for quite some time now," Obi-Wan replied, hoping to include the Mandalorians in the conversation.
The Mandalorians for the first time seemed to care about Galactic policy and seemed to actively work towards a solution. Of course, it wasn't a solution many War-Hawks would enjoy but it was still a solution nonetheless.
"And give the Mandalorians another planet on the edges of our territory? That seems a ripe outpost for the Death Watch to claim," Mace Windu said, his voice filled with concern.
"Death Watch will most certainly be under careful watch and once the Mandalorians gain the planet through purchase I believe we will have an outpost to attack Separatist Holdouts in the region," Obi-Wan rebutted.
"We will see how the Senate decides, if the Gaulus Sector Security Act is passed then it is likely a Cruiser Squadron will be deployed to tell the Terrans the news," Mace Windu replied.
Obi-Wan felt a twist in his stomach but his facial expression did not betray this feeling.
"Certain, war then is," Yoda muttered as the Jedi Council members nodded in agreement.
"We must prepare for whatever is coming, Master Kenobi, we are sending Jedi reinforcements to your sector, for now, remain where you are, I feel something big will occur," Mace Windu said as the Holo-projector shut off.
"How long till you think war will start General?" Cody asked, his face and the rest of the soldiers under his command wary as Obi-Wan truly did his best to search the Force in that moment.
To get an answer, a response, anything.
Nothing.
Blank. The Force provided no assistance, no guidance to this problem. It wasn't a problem the Force was equipped to deal with.
Not yet at least.
"I am not sure Cody, we must be on our guard however, I have a feeling this little squabble will spiral into something that neither the Republic or the Separatists can control."
Location: Strangreal L2 Point, UTSC Budapest
March 20 2590
Commander Jason Peterson
The bridge was quiet, the only sound the beeping of consoles as their operators were on high alert, looking over their screens and double-checking every tidbit of information that streamed onto the displays.
'As they should be.' thought Commander Jason Peterson, the weathered navy veteran sitting straight in his command chair, his stare matching the temperature of the vacuum.
The recent news with the Republic had shaken the boots of all military officials. War seemed imminent and humanity seemed to once again be caught with their pants down. That job as acting as an early warning picket to help bolster the lackluster satellite array over Strangereal on a rickety old Paris Class Frigate likely wasn't helping either.
However, to a veteran such as Peterson, it was all a normal day. He had been taught in the OCS to remain on alert at all times, even in peacetime, especially considering the recent raids on Terran shipping by Kig-Yarian pirates, who, after the collapse of the Covenant Empire, were back to their old ways once more.
To him, it seemed obvious since he was deployed to the Andromeda Sector that humanity would find itself once more in galactic conflict. The Galactic Republic had been locked in a war with the Separatist Alliance, or if you were to be more formal the Confederacy of Independent Systems.
So far the United Terran Federation was content to sit it out, having only been introduced to the galaxy for a decade and a half since the discovery of the Forerunner Artifact, Relay B-1.
Or perhaps it was more, who knows how ONI and their schemes festered in the shadows.
"Sir, LIDAR is detecting multiple unknown tracks, best guess is they are a Venator Class SSD and 2 Artiquens, designate Track 1001, 02, and 03," came the distinctly Hungarian accented voice of the Budapest's AI, Ladislaus.
"Any chance to hail them?" Peterson asked, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. So far the only contacts that registered were civilian cargo vessels and private transport, not a warship which mind you, was a very rare sighting in these parts if they didn't carry the Terran eagle on their engine blocks.
"Yes, the lead ship of the formation has been identified as GRNS Fortitude, picking up incoming communications. Would you like me to display it on the big screen captain?" Ladislaus asked, his hands behind his back as he fixed his regal cape.
"Yes that would be ideal," Peterson replied, fixing his Commander's cap as he straightened out the few creases in his Navy-issued BDU.
"Establishing feed."
The feed connected and soon Peterson was looking into the eyes of his Republic counterpart, the man wearing a greyish green uniform, not so dissimilar to the color scheme of the Armies Class A uniform. On his left side was displayed a rank insignia, 3 red squares above 2 blue ones.
A Commodore.
"Ah, Terran, I was hoping you wouldn't pick up but I suppose this is optimal." the Commodore said, his clean-shaven face twisting into a small smirk. Peterson hated these types of officers in general. Thin-bodied, thin-lipped bureaucrats who had no idea what or how to command a warship, much less identify one.
"State your intentions for intruding in sovereign Terran territory," Peterson said with an air of authority, not moving from his seat as the wiry man just chuckled. Peterson felt a twist form in his stomach.
"My intentions? I intend to enforce the Gaulus Sector Security Act so I should ask you what your intentions are in Republic space."
"This is still sovereign Terran territory as per the United Terran Federation Andromeda Commonwealth Mandate of 2575 which declares 10 colonies, a group which the Colonial Commonwealth of Strangreal is a part of, to be under the protection of United Terran Space Command assets-" Peterson didn't even have his chance to finish his mini-history lesson as the Republic Commodore cut him off, his smirk dissipating and betraying his easily annoyed nature.
"I do not care for your Mandate Terran, this is now sovereign Republic space and I intend to carry out the legislation passed by the Galactic Senate, I am being more than considerate to you and the men under your command to leave this territory lest this become an act of war."
"We are not leaving our space, if you do not comply or heed my warnings then you are intruding on sovereign Terran soil and are provoking an act of war," Peterson replied, ignoring the warning given to him by the Commodore.
The Commodore's face darkened, his voice lowered as he muttered, "Then war it is."
The feed cut as Peterson gave himself a breather. He knew what was to happen next.
"Sir! Energy levels rising on the Fortitude! We are being locked on with targeting sensors!"
It was time to push this over the edge.
"Move us to the Lateral X-Axis and commit a rollunder maneuver port side!" said Peterson as the Budapest lurched, the old Paris Class firing her thrusters and rolling hard to port. If it weren't for the gravity generators Peterson and the rest of his crew would be banging their heads on the ceiling.
Whilst the Republic munitions were rather slow, the rather close range between the 2 ships, which was about 70-80 kilometers, was the ideal range of a Venator SSD's main weaponry.
Bolts smashed into the frigate, her shields doing their best to keep the projectiles at bay as they shone brightly, yellow hexagonal patterns dulling as the frigate got out of the hellfire.
"Shields at 35%!"
Peterson cursed internally. While the Budapest was equipped with energy shielding, the emitters were older and as a result weaker than the newest ones rolling off of production lines, combined with the fact that each ship from the Andromeda galaxy could fire mass turbo laser strikes which each had the energy about equivalent to a small tactical nuke then shields could be shredded in an instant at close range.
Peterson was lucky that his ship had dodged the brunt of the barrage, the Paris Class having done the classic hard rollover to dodge incoming non-guided munitions. The maneuver placed the Budapest on the underside of the Venator and out of the way of the brunt of its firepower. But still, smaller turrets on the underside of the Venator engaged, placing stress on the Budapest's shield emitters.
"Status on weapons?" Peterson asked as his weapons officer was quick to give him an answer.
"All green sir! Got a target lock with Tempest cannons!"
"Then fire at will!"
6 Turrets, 4 on the top side of the hangar 'wings' and 2 below turned their forked turrets as each of their dual barrels glowed electric blue. Not a second later all the Tempest's let loose their 5-inch tungsten shells at an estimated speed of 0.5% the speed of light. Their path was illuminated by a streak of cyan blue as they slammed into the Fortitude's underside, the particle shields absorbing most of the blows as they glowed a faint blue.
"Shields at 5%!"
"Sir! Venting atmosphere on decks 5 and 6! Sealing off and sending Damage Control Teams on standby!"
It was obvious to Peterson and pretty much everybody on the bridge that they needed to step up their game if they were going to live.
The smaller turrets under the Venator focused all their fire on the Tempest cannons, successful in taking a few out as the turrets turned to slag.
"We're shooting peas at them dammit! I want all missile safeties released and a solution with the MAC!" Peterson shouted as the constant barrage of Tempest shells seemed to do nothing but annoy the Fortitude.
"Missile solution is green! Greyhound Away!"
Silos opened up on the Budapest as 120 M-77 Spear missiles rocketed away in waves of 30, all targeting the Fortitude's underside.
The SSD's complement of point-defense cannons did its best to target and destroy the incoming munitions. Alas, this was not enough and the majority of missiles got through, the plasma jets tore through the armor like butter as massive chunks were liquified and cooled once again, being chopped off the vessel in slabs.
The Tactical Display aboard the Budapest recorded 93 hits as the Fortitude ground to a halt, her engines dulling and going silent as the 1.2 km vessel began to drift slightly, having lost all sense of control or stability. A debris field began to form around the Republic vessel as escape pods began to be fired off en masse.
"93 hits sir! Fortitude has stopped all propulsion and data readings indicate that they have lost power to weapon systems, sensor data indicates multiple Republic escape pods have launched from Fortitude," Ladislaus said, his avatar beaming with regal pride, as any AI would have done if their home ship defeated another.
However, Peterson was far from smiling, his grim look still stuck on his face as he simply breathed out a sigh of slight relief. He still had the other 2 warships to deal with, 2 Arquitens Class Light Cruisers and he had no idea how his ship would fare against a 2 prong attack.
"Ladislaus, give me a readout on Track's 1002 and 1003," Peterson asked as Ladislaus pulled up the data on the tactical display.
"1002 and 1003 are moving away, UTSC Cries of the Valkyrie and UTSC Decker are moving to intercept, and UTSC Guadalcanal is coming alongside us to assist in damage control and rounding up POWs," Ladislaus informed Peterson.
A shadow loomed over the bridge of the Budapest as the large Marathon Class Heavy Cruiser, Guadalcanal rumbled past, the nearly 1.2-kilometer vessel about as long as the floundering Venator as Pelican's was released from her hangar to pick up survivors.
It was a far cry from what the UTSC and her predecessor, the UNSC once just 36 years ago.
"Damages?"
"It would be easier to tell you what was not damaged, sir."
"Give me a readout anyway Ladi, I'm bored."
"3 of our Tempest suffered a cooling failure and need replacing, 10 missile tubes are damaged and need to be replaced, charge couplers for our shield emitters are overheated and have suffered a critical failure and need to be uprooted and rewired, as for structural integrity we are venting atmosphere in 3 decks and DC teams are on their way to any sealed areas, we are still accounting the wounded and KIA," said Ladisluas as the damages for the Budapest were displayed on the large holo screen.
Peterson finally dropped his grim look, the readout perhaps calming his nerves that his duty today was finally over. The post-battle calm washed over not just him but the bridge as well it seemed. The frantic calling and typing returned to the simple melody of beeps and slow taps.
"Any orders sir?" Ladislaus asked as Peterson nodded his head.
"Contact Andromeda Command that we have a WINTER CONTINGENCY and forward it to HIGHCOM," Peterson replied, getting up from his command chair as he straightened out his already impeccable BDU.
"Call Lieutenant Richards from his quarters, and inform him he has control of the ship," Peterson said as he retreated away from the bridge, retiring to his quarters.
A/N: Hi. It's been a while huh? Got so caught up in drama and heat and let it all get to me. This was the first true fanfiction that I published, one that I truly promised myself to finish. I realize that now is that time. I suffer from perfectionism and honestly, I consider myself narcissistic. Criticism should be used to better oneself, not hurt but I couldn't take it like that.
My mistake with this fanfiction which went by many names was that I was thinking way too fast. Too quick for my own good and dumped a whole lot of ideas. In a way I aborted and killed them far before they were developed enough and they looked like shit.
Do not mistake this for self-pity or 'oh he's trying to gain sympathy'. I'm not, I do not want your sympathy, your sympathy to me is worthless. What I do wish however is to mend myself and fix past mistakes.
Now that the storm has passed over us and we didn't get a bumbling idiot for a President and now that I am sure I can (probably) afford living in the US, I am once again setting out to finish this fic. 1 chapter at a time. Once a month and if I feel like it, twice a month.