Quest Deep Periphery Quest (Battletech Sandbox Empire Builder)

Turn 21 - Parliament and Progress
  • LordSunhawk

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    Turn 21 - Parliament and Progress



    You had intended for there to be a formal introduction of your new ministers, but after consulting with Isoroku (as he asks you to call him, on the grounds that whenever he hears Mr Nikishina he starts looking for his father) you decide to let him introduce himself.

    Which he does.

    Spectacularly.

    You hadn’t realized that ‘loves music’ translated to ‘is spectacularly good with exotic traditional Japanese instruments’ and ‘professional musician’ translated to ‘is in a band with his wife, sister, and their friends’.

    That uses ancient traditional Japanese instruments.

    To play Western-style heavy metal music.

    He decides to introduce himself with a free concert featuring a number of asian-themed bands. Part of it is making a point that asiatics are part of the cultural DNA of Griffin’s Roost, but most of it is because these performers are good.

    Of course, it freaks you out slightly when one of the bands is made up of three girls the same age as your oldest daughter performing some extreme metal like they were hardened metalheads.



    Discovering that the lead singer is your new foreign minister's oldest daughter makes it a bit more understandable, you guess.

    He then gives a stemwinder of a speech, which you heartily approve of. Real Japanese and Asian culture is a part of the cultural stew of your society. But, he stresses, House Kurita twists and distorts the real thing into a dark and fetid megalomaniacal cult of personality and fetishistic cosplay that pretends to be what it can never actually achieve.

    The sheer scorn as he starts laying out the ways the Combine utterly fails at Bushido is palpable. By the end of it he is purely mocking them, and has the crowd eating out of his hand.

    By the next morning the phrase ‘Magic Bushido Hands’ is trending planet-wide.

    The next day you introduce Jake to the public, and he soon has the press covering the event laughing more than you’d ever managed. He starts by making fun of his own last name, cheerfully challenging reporters to spell it without consulting their notes and offering exclusive interviews for anybody who manages it.

    None of them do. Hell, you need to consult a notecard if you want to pronounce it right, let alone spell it. Polish has far too many consonants and vowels in the wrong places, in your opinion. Mroczkiewicz, really? Do Polish parents just try to come up with the most insane spelling possible in an effort to taunt the rest of humanity?

    He then earns a large number of media brownie points by giving any reporter who tried to spell his name an interview anyways, where his engaging cheer seems to sway even the most hardened of the political journalists over to his side.

    Hell, he managed to get the Old Battleaxe of the Press Corps, Mary Masterson, to giggle, something that you would have laid odds on being one of the signs of the apocalypse, as he ever so gallantly escorted her to the interview room set aside with all the manners and grace of an ancient aristo, while flattering her outrageously.

    You decide that you picked a solid crew here.

    Parliament meets for the first time since your little intervention, and there are plenty of new members to replace those who’d… surrendered their office. Including the single largest grifftiger you’d ever seen in person.

    You’d seen video of him, when he licked that locomotive, but he is so massive that even the remodeling undertaken to make the chambers of Parliament accessible to the big cats was almost completely inadequate. He filled the space with an ancient massive majesty that was awe inspiring.

    He was obviously extremely old, his fur was almost more silver than black, and he moved with the slow deliberation of the aged. But those eyes were ancient and wise, and he’d clearly taken the time to utterly master the computer interface that facilitated communication between the cats and humanity.

    You learn from Sekhmet that this here is the Eldest. And that knowledge shakes you to the core. This is a being who was alive when your ancestors first came to Griffin’s Roost. And he’d spent centuries preparing for the first meeting with ‘those in the flying eggs’.

    And his very first act in Parliament is something that, frankly, somebody should have thought about already. The biggest problem that existed on Capricorn was maintaining the railways and surface transportation links between the inland resource areas and the coastal cities. Herds of deathapotamusaurus regularly smashed roads and tracks during their migrations. Repairing the infrastructure was simply part of the cost of doing business and the biggest job of the Mine Security Force was tracking and predicting herd movement.

    The Eldest simply proposed taking advantage of all the vehicles being fusion or fuel-cell powered, especially the trains, to allow them to all be buried in massive tunnel networks deep enough beneath the ground that the herds could pass over without interference.

    Capricorn was highly geologically stable, and the Eldest had actually consulted with civil engineers who agreed that while extremely expensive, such a proposal was perfectly viable.

    Therefore the Eldest proposed legislation to direct the Ministry of the Interior to undertake such a project, to bore massive deep tunnels between the various cities on Capricorn and the inland resource areas, and thus bury most of the vulnerable infrastructure. This would not only nearly eliminate the threat of the deathapotamusaurus herds, but would also provide significant protection for the infrastructure in the event of future Kurita attacks.

    [] Support - If this passes, it will cost 20,000 a year for 10 years. At the end of this time there will be a 1 time +10% GDP boost that cannot be cancelled by any event. The techniques developed in this project will further permit building one buried size 2 factory on Capricorn in addition to the regular allotment. Will increase support in the Lords and Commons by 5 and at the conclusion of the 10 year period increase Political and Economic Rating by 5.

    [] Oppose - -5 Support in Lords and Commons

    Another proposal brought before Parliament is rather controversial. It is noted that wealthier children tend to be able to obtain better educations from lavishly funded private schools, while poorer kids are left to languish in poorly funded public schools. This isn’t universal, there are public schools which perform as well or even better than private schools, but the correlation is significant enough to be valid statistically. Moreover, many parents in certain demographics insist on home-schooling their children, with wide variance in quality of the ensuing education.

    So a number of Members of Parliament from both the Commons and Lords propose legislation banning private for-profit schools and heavily regulating homeschooling into near non-existence, while still permitting parochial schools. Otherwise, all students would be required to attend public schools, funding would be equalized on a per-student basis through the Interior Ministry and ‘donations’ and ‘fundraisers’ would be banned to prevent inequality from taking root between wealthy and poor regions. The curriculum would be standardized across the planet with no variations permitted even to the parochial schools. They’d be allowed to teach religion classes in addition to the mandatory curriculum, but they would not be allowed to alter, contradict, or neglect any aspect of the mandatory curriculum.

    [] Support. This is highly controversial. Upkeep of 10,000 a year to maintain the system, an immediate -20 Approval, -10 Approval Change, +5 Research Rating, +5 Economy Rating, increases chances of unrest across the planet.

    [] Oppose. No negative effects.
     
    Turn 21 - Parliament and Advisors Oh My
  • LordSunhawk

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    Turn 21 - Parliament and Advisors Oh My

    With your support Parliament passes the act proposed by the Eldest nearly unanimously, with only a few stubborn holdouts gassing on about the need to save money and that the best way to deal with the ‘pests’ was to simply shoot them all.

    Some people are too dumb to walk and chew gum at the same time, apparently.

    The move is extremely popular despite the expense, and within days you are already hearing reports of new start-ups getting organized to attack the problem of high-volume tunneling.

    Of course, then one of them decides to cheerfully steal a name from the pages of history, call itself the Boring Company, and gleefully sells butane flamethrowers as a marketing gimmick. Naturally it only takes you a few minutes to discover that a certain irrepressible old pervert was behind the entire thing.

    And you can’t defenestrate him like he truly deserves. He only put up one of his other grandkids to do it. Willis, of course, finds it hilarious and promptly buys a couple of the flamethrowers.

    Men. Can’t set them on fire, because then you wouldn’t get such nice neck rubs.

    OK, you can forgive much for one of Willis’ neck rubs.

    You look over the debate transcripts about the proposed education bill and feel a serious headache coming on. Strictly speaking, every single claim that the proponents were making was absolutely true, if viewed from a certain angle. But on the flip side, the immense work you’d already put into improving the entire education system for the planet meant that those ‘poorly performing’ public schools were turning out graduates with better test scores and higher college preparation than the elite private schools of your own girlhood.

    In fact, while the fact ‘there is a 15 point difference between the worst performing public schools and the elite schools of the rich’ is literally true, it loses almost all of its punch when you realize that the difference is between an Average Advanced Placement Adjusted GPA of 3.95 and an AAPA-GPA of 4.1.

    Sure, most graduates of the public schools were going on to ‘blue collar’ work… but ‘blue collar’ workers in the modern economy were netting more income and benefits than white-collar workers of just a generation before. And the actual gap was surprisingly small due to the extreme demand that skilled blue-collar labor actually was in with the rapid expansion of the economy.

    You are quite glad you kept out of that debate, because the proposal flames out on the floor as other members point out these very facts to the proponents of the bill. And then it comes out that the real reason they are pushing this is because they want to eliminate ‘dissident and aberrant’ viewpoints in education with a curriculum that just so happened to be tailored to the political point of view of said proponents.

    Clever, but you had studied enough history in your youth to know where that kind of thing led. You had zero interest in having Griffsport overwhelmed by angsty hipsters bemoaning how their poetry degrees weren’t as valuable as other peoples engineering degrees and showing their displeasure by ironically burning their own houses down.

    Thankfully Parliament agreed and quite firmly stamped down on that nonsense.

    There are a number of new Mech designs being proposed now that there is some institutional experience at mech construction. The circular issued by the AFGR procurement board was for either a light scout or light trooper mech, with fairly sensible requirements.

    []NameCostHPAttackDefenseSpecialsResources
    []Chihuahua Scout Mech1162.4321717Mech, Swift, Short-Only
    []Chopper Mek1123.6321818Mech,
    []Hopper H1-X1172.4321818Mech, Swift
    []Lookout-M71106.4321717Mech, Swift, Short-Only1 Endosteel
    []Mobile Scout Walker M11165.6321818Mech
    []Mobile Scout Walker M1A1198361919Mech1 Endosteel

    You see that some of them are making use of the theoretical benefits of Endosteel for their internal structure. That would require you to build an orbital forge to build the frames, but it is something that you would eventually have to do anyway.

    On the family front, Jeremy is still happily driving at every chance he gets, usually with one of the Queen’s Own along as the ‘licensed adult’. The fact that he’s willing, even eager, to drive his younger siblings to their activities leaves you with a sense of pride in him, but also a small aching void in that it's one less thing you are doing with your family.

    So you take the family out for a spin in the hoverlimo you like to drive. Family bonding is important.

    And you are totally not an adrenaline junkie. 200 kph on a coastal road is sensible for somebody of your skill level with the safety equipment built into the vehicle. That’s your story and you are sticking to it.

    Like superglue.

    You have your first meeting with the expanded military advisors before the meat of budget time strikes.

    Colonel Swanson has a small presentation going over the needs of the ground forces. She has a number of straightforward recommendations. First, that focus be given to researching and developing new infantry small arms and support weapons. Second, that the Ambush factory be expanded to produce a total of 8 mechs a year instead of only 4. Third, filling out the Arbalest battalion in 1st Armored by the purchase of 8 platoons of Arbalest Missile Carriers. Fourth, purchasing a full foot infantry regiment to man the fortifications on Capricorn thus freeing up the Mechanized Infantry of 1st Aerie Cadre for offensive actions in the event of a fresh attack. Fifth procuring a single lance of Ambush mechs to start a dedicated Mech Regiment for 1st Armored. The plans she lays out are for a mixed battalion, with 1 company of Ambushs, one of whichever mech wins the latest design competition for a light trooper or scout mech, and one of a future heavier mech design.

    Colonel Reyes then takes over the podium. The aerospace forces are in fairly good shape, especially as shown by their superb performance in the latest terror raid by the Kuritan forces. She also has a set of recommendations. First of all, that the Eagle ASF finally be tested and a factory for their production built on Castor. Second, that a second space station be built at the local L2 Lagrange point in order to base a flight of Goshawks, which she recommends be procured as soon as the station is built. Finally, she recommends that 1 flight of Goshawks be procured immediately to be based on the orbital station you currently possess.

    Captain Stinnet has a short presentation. The four large cutters are excellent for their role, and are already proving their worth. She does, however, request that a RFP be made for smaller supplements for coastal work. She also strongly recommends that you fund full surveys of the Sea Lines of Communication in order to update charts and mark hazards.

    General Potter then takes center stage, endorsing the recommendations of his subordinates in the general staff. He also recommends continuing the expansion of the Aerie into a full elite tier university as well as bringing up the possible need to restructure ASF units to better fit future deployment doctrine. Colonel Reyes looks a bit mulish at that, but General Potter points out that the sheer size of the current fighter wing makes it utterly impractical for expeditionary purposes.

    After the military people leave Bridget pops in as cheerfully energetic as ever. You instinctively pick up your coffee mug and take a long drink, as you’ll need the caffeine.

    “Your Majesty we’ve got a bunch we can do especially if we get the charts updates so we can start some serious long term work to rebuild the damage to the economy that being said the proposals about an industrial stabilization fund are excessively premature and will only hurt the economy for minimal benefit because of the other changes and reforms that we’ve been pursuing making massive economic contractions far too unlikely to be worth the immense expense of the proposal. We should start building a second mech factory outside Hue Moi in order to not have all our mech building assets in one place which just makes us very vulnerable so I recommend building the factory out there and then building whatever the new mech is there so we’ll have a second source and did you know that we can also upgrade all of our factories so we aren’t limited to only producing a few things a year and we really should think about building those neat new exploration dropships because then we could start figuring out everything that is around us and maybe finding some great new resources that we can use to build more.”

    You think she took a breath in there, you aren’t certain.

    Isoroku enters the conference room like an island of zen calm after Typhoon Bridget flops into her seat. He simply sets a cup of steaming green tea on the table in front of the excitable young woman then takes his own seat.

    “Your Majesty, while there is very little in terms of ‘foreign policy’ for us to do, the cultural affairs department has a number of superb plans in readiness to bring about social and cultural enlightenment.” he says in that controlled voice of his. “We have three options, but the efforts required for any one of them would make it impractical to attempt the others in the same year.”

    He sets a notebook in front of you, handwritten, in absolutely stunningly perfect handwriting.

    “First of all, we could sponsor a major charity benefit concert bringing together the best musical talent of the planet to raise funds for a charity of Your Majesty’s choice. We will then be able to sell recordings of this concert to the public to raise further funds for that cause. While it would not benefit our treasury directly, I assure Your Majesty that the goodwill generated is nearly as valuable as mere coin.”

    “Second, we could commission sculptors and artists to create installation art honoring our societies collective heroes. From those who stand tall against the Dracs, to those who engage in the often unsung day to day heroics of daily life. Statues, murals, fountains, all of these are things that could be commissioned to memorialize those who are worth memorializing.”

    A fractional smile quirks his lips. “Or we could take a page out of ancient history twice over, and renew the Olympic Games here on Griffin’s Roost. The logistics involved would make it difficult to hold it more than every several years, but it would be an enormous morale boosting event to see athletes from all communities on the planet competing with and against each other for the glory of sport.”

    He leans back at that, nodding to you, and lapses into silence, obviously finished saying his piece.

    Jake Mroczkiewicz immediately fills the silence. “My only problem with an Olympiad is we’re sadly lacking in East German Judges! I know, let's go ask the Dracs if they’d like to join in! A new event, the Dragon Toss, how far can you toss a samurai before he punches you with his Magic Bushido Fists!”

    He then sobers, as a laugh goes around the table. “Seriously however, I’m still settling into the office. I intend to make some long term personnel changes and adjust our approach to how we do things from the more passive academic approach of the past, but will need to get the right people into the right places first. Next year, I promise, I’ll have some good things for you.” he then grins. “Or my name is not spelled Mroczkiewicz!”

    Another laugh goes around the room as he sits down with an extravagant bow.

    Dr Palmer is still chuckling from her seat. She seems ageless as ever as she checks her notes. “Your Majesty, the research teams over at the university are prepared to get started on just about anything. I know the army folks are wanting their new lasers and support weapons, so say the word and I’ll get teams on that. But I’ve got a few other projects I’d like to pitch. First of all, for certain heavy construction, including that monster project that Parliament just approved, there’s nothing quite like an industrial mech to simply get things done. We have a number of preliminary designs, but would need funding to finish the R&D and pass them off to industry for use. Second, we have a number of excellent proposals for advanced technology research. I’d recommend Ferro-Fibrous armor, as developing that and building the foundries for it would benefit nearly every type of unit, and the lessons learned would help us unlock Ferro-Aluminium for our ASF and dropship assets. I would also recommend researching either the LB-10X or the Ultra-AC/5 autocannons. I know the AC/5 has a bit of a bad reputation for being too heavy for the limited damage output, but the lessons learned from that project could lead to far more potent autocannons across the board.”

    Harry Owens is still overseeing the interrogation work, so he only sends a brief memo recommending staying the course for now, while Janet (to the distress of your coffee system) is stuck over in Castor trying to untangle the utter mess left behind by the self-proclaimed Grifftiger Liberation Movement (a project of the Department of Periphery Studies) who were currently locked into the port city’s jail and were refusing to leave until their 30,000 page manifesto for Grifftiger citizenship rights was publicly broadcast. Being informed that Grifftigers not only were already citizens but had ‘tigers in Parliament was met with endless chats of ‘Let The Tigers Go’.

    QM Note - Threshold for next update is set to 8 votes on the new mech, plus there's a new contest in the quest DISCORD!
     
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  • LordSunhawk

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    Turn 21 - Results and <insert clever name here>

    Meta-Event Roll - 17
    Dynasty Luck Roll - 22

    Approval Roll - 3 degrees of success
    Approval Change Roll - 5 degrees of success

    Political Rating Roll - 4 degrees of failure
    Research Rating Roll - 4 degrees of failure (effect nullified by critical success roll)
    Economic Rating Roll - 1 degree of failure - -.5% GDP Growth

    Crown Influence Roll - 1 - CRITICAL SUCCESS, nullified negative research roll
    Commons Influence Roll - 8 - FAIL
    Lords Influence Roll - 3 - SUCCESS

    Economic Roll - no roll due to event
    POP Change roll - +10% POP growth

    Hopper H1-X
    A little less effective than the M1A, but simpler construction (no endosteel requirement) and swift to serve as a proper scout

    Comprehensive survey of shipping lanes [85]
    Target - 85
    Roll - 34
    Result - SUCCESS

    Restructure ASF units [85]
    Target - 85
    Roll - 53
    Result - SUCCESS

    Purchase New Units
    -1 Flight Gyrfalcon [60]
    Target - 60
    Roll - 21
    Result - SUCCESS

    -1 Flight Goshawk [60]
    Target - 60
    Roll - 42
    Result - SUCCESS

    -1 Lance Ambush Light Mech [60]
    Target - 60
    Roll - 50
    Result - SUCCESS

    -1 Regiment (27 Platoons) Foot Infantry [60]
    Target - 60
    Roll - 50
    Result - SUCCESS

    -8 Platoons Arbalest [60]
    Target - 60
    Roll - 31
    Result - SUCCESS

    -2 Platoons Avenger AAA Hovertank [60]
    Target - 60
    Roll - 35
    Result - SUCCESS

    Build a Battlemech Factory outside Huế mới [75]
    Target - 75
    Roll - 10
    Result - SUCCESS

    Expand Factory 3 (Griffport Mech Factory) [75]
    Target - 75
    Roll - 2
    Result - SUCCESS

    CULTURE - Monuments Ho! [75]
    Target - 75
    Roll - 73
    Result - SUCCESS

    LB-10X Autocannon [55]
    Target - 55
    Roll - 50
    Result - SUCCESS

    Infantry Support Weapons lvl 2 [110]
    Target - 110
    Roll - 85
    Result - SUCCESS

    Infantry Weapons - Lvl 2 (Needler) [110]
    Target - 110
    Roll - 86
    Result - SUCCESS

    Interrogate POWs [65]
    Target - 65
    Roll - 64
    Result - SUCCESS

    Establish Royal Grifftiger Mounted Police* [65]
    Target - 65
    Roll - 70
    Result - Bare FAILURE (automatic next turn)

    Setup judicial system in new settlement area* [auto]

    Training [$1325]
    -RRF (Autosucceeds this turn)

    Field Test Eagle ASF [95]
    Target - 95
    Roll - 3
    Result - SUCCESS
    Quirk roll - 1 - CRITICAL SUCCESS

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    This evening well and truly sucked.

    Your little man. Your baby boy.

    Was taking his girlfriend out on a date.

    And you weren’t there to supervise and make sure the hussy did nothing inappropriate! Hand Holding and Soulful Gazes were lewd enough! No, TOO LEWD. They needed to be sitting at least six feet apart from each other! No, 10 feet! With chaperones! And…

    Yes, you are a nervous wreck.

    Never mind that you actually approve of Alita and find her a truly wonderful girl. Never mind that when you manage to think rationally about things that you fully approve of the relationship and think it is a wonderful thing that your little man has found somebody already (you are totally not jealous).

    Never mind that you actually helped organize this entire outing with Alita’s mother! Sure, Sergeant-Major Ngo had told you that she’d assigned a ‘suitable sergeant’ from the Queen’s Own, and ordinarily you’d consider Sergeant Jackson to be a wonderful bodyguard. But then the old softy had firmly rejected your proposal that he bring along the rest of his squad with him for close protection detail and an entire battalion for distant protection!

    On the other hand, you had arranged for Janet to send along agents to take pictures of everything that happened with strict orders to keep any other photographers well away. Indeed, you’d jokingly authorized her to feed any paparazzi to the dire penguins.

    Although you weren’t sure if that constituted cruelty to dire penguins.

    You’d have to check with Janet about that.

    But considering that Sekhmet and Bastet had caught a paparazzo hiding in a closet in the beach house you’d rented on Capricorn for a family vacation, with a microcamera that was peeping into not only your shower but also your daughter's shower…

    Well, said jackass would be spending the rest of his miserable life considering his life choices, as you’d not been amused.

    Not been amused at all.

    But your mind was wandering. Jeremy and Alita. Alone together (Sergeant Jackson didn’t count, the softy would probably not bat an eye at lewd hand holding!). Without you there to supervise.

    You really hated this part of your kids growing up. And just to think that you had more sons, and then your daughters… you were going to go gray prematurely at this rate!

    Willis, of course, with that exquisite sense of timing he has, then comes in and decides to give you one of his patented shoulder massages. OK, you’ll survive this…

    So when the kids return (before curfew, thank the Lord) you manage to keep all the worry and stress you’d been feeling hidden away. They really were cute together, after all.

    Of course, the minor fact that they were dating and had, according to Sergeant Jackson, been incredibly cute together, did not stop Jeremy and Alita from competing vigorously against each other in the Junior League championship.

    This year Jeremy won, by a hundredth of a second. Alita didn’t seem to mind any, since she promptly gave your son a very public congratulatory kiss that lasted far too long and was far too intense! Having it pointed out that it consisted of an almost instantaneous peck on the lips that maintained contact for less than half a second was far too logical.

    Thankfully you managed to keep yourself from visibly reacting.

    You look over the yearly reports.

    The RRF actually managed to finish the delayed exercises in a reasonably intact and effective manner. The poor Lt who’d been at the center of the epic screw-up with the Avenger air defense hovers had been promoted and was now commanding the reinforced air-defense company, and by all reports was doing well enough.

    The first production flight of Goshawks were now based in the expanded space station, providing faster response defense to the orbital platforms that clustered around the station itself. There was room on board for a second flight, but beyond that would require additional stations or improving orbital infrastructure enough to permit more station expansion.

    The 1st Interceptor Wing was now at full strength thanks to the reorganization of the Aeroforce. With 36 Gyrfalcon fighters in total, plus a few miscellaneous utility birds, the 1st was the first full strength unit in the Aerospace Force.

    You did receive a very strongly worded memo regarding the Aeroforce reorganization from a group that scathingly referred to the new organization as a ‘mindless reversion to past practices’ which ‘diminished the striking power of the Big Wing organizational model’ in favor of pandering to ‘small minded ground force requirements’ when ‘the Big Wing permits the Aeroforce to effortlessly exert battlespace dominance’.

    You check and apparently this is not a product of the Department of Periphery Studies, but rather of a clique of retired pilots and Aeroforce officers who have evidently fully bought into the concept of total air battle.

    Notably not once in the memo is there a single mention of ‘logistics’ or ‘transport constraints’.

    Into the circular file it goes.

    You are present when the 3rd Infantry Regiment is formally stood up and presented with the colors. You take the salute as they march in review, in uniform as Queen rather than as Colonel.

    When you get back to the Palace you realize that there is a foul conspiracy afoot. Willis is smirking just so, your kids are looking smug, and General Potter is conspicuous in his absence.

    You then find your regular uniform has been… altered. With brigadier general stars on the collar points rather than the colonel’s insignia.

    The flash as Jeremy takes your picture as you process this rank betrayal swiftly results in Full Parental Vengeance.

    Begun, the Foam Wars have. End soon they will not.

    And Willis, the miserable traitor, cheats by distributing super soakers to all the kids so they can fight you at range.

    OK, so the palace wide foam bat and water gun war is far too much fun for you to be truly upset, and somehow once more word got out and this time the water gun manufacturing industry and their bitter rivals in the foam sword manufacturing industry managed to meet demand with supply.

    You are so tempted to make this a yearly tradition at this point.

    1st Armored now has their first mechs, with the 1st Battlemech Battalion, 2nd Regiment, 1st Brigade accepting their first lance of Ambush mechs. Moreover, the factory that produces the Ambush has been expanded to allow the production of 8 mechs a year rather than only 4, and a new factory for the new Pathfinder design has been completed on Capricorn.

    The rocket troops of 1st Armored are also now at full strength, with the addition of 8 platoons of Arbalest Missile Carriers to their ranks. The unit now provides indirect fire and anti-aircraft support to the entire division.

    A large rather triumphant statue commemorating the victory of the Rapid Reaction Force (and ‘affiliated Deathapotamusaurus auxiliaries’ according to the plaque) over the major Kuritan raid on Capricorn is quite impressive while managing to avoid being either pompous or bombastic. It is simply a bronze representation of a Chasseur hovertank caught in an action pose, turret slewed to one side and laser elevated, mounted on a black marble base with all the pertinent details of the engagement laser-etched into the stone.

    You rather like it, to tell the truth, and it certainly looks lovely in the park that was chosen as its home.

    You get the chance to handle one of the new needle rifles down on the palace firing range. The rate of fire and lethality of the tiny slivers it fires is impressive, along with the very low recoil. However you can already tell that the weapon is next to useless against any sort of body armor. The armorer in charge of the range sets up a small demonstration of the weapons effects, and even the most basic civilian grade body armor worn by beat cops handily shrugs off the needles.

    However this isn’t the niche for this weapon. This weapon would be devastating in a boarding action in space, due to both the nearly non-existent recoil and the fact that it simply would not overpenetrate, thus preventing damage to little things like ‘life support’ and ‘things that might make the ship go boom’, while still able to do enough damage to breach most pressure suits.

    You also get to handle some of the new support weapons that are being distributed to the troops. An improved infantry SRM is only the tip of the spear, there are also new mortars, and the machine guns, while still being most certainly M2 Brownings, now had improved materials that increased reliability substantially.

    You also get to see a test-firing of the new LB-10X Autocannon. As an infantryman, you are horrified at the sheer lethality against infantry that the weapon demonstrates on the range with dummies. As the ultimate CO of the AFGR… you want as many of these guns as you can get, now. The increased range, lower weight, and enhanced lethality of the system are extremely impressive.

    You get word from the prisoner interrogations that the latest type of hypnotic drugs used on the captured commandos did absolutely nothing, as they evidently were able to perfectly resist it, however the prisoners weren’t able to break free and none of the false intelligence that they tried to feed the interrogators was believed.

    Janet returns to Griffsport feeling quite pleased with herself. The Royal Grifftiger Mounted Police were finally operational, and had passed their first operational test with flying colors as they managed to finally convince the Periphery Studies idiots that the next step in a proper civil rights protest was to escape from custody and go home to write a new manifesto.

    The fact that there was a prompt requisition for many boxes of crayons has you a bit worried that they might actually be taking this manifesto writing thing seriously. But you’d worry about that later.

    Needless to say, the judicial system has now been fully extended over Castor and is simply waiting for the completion of the ports on Pollux to be extended there as well.

    On that front, the Coast Guard reports that they’ve completed the initial charting survey and have marked multiple navigational hazards. Shipping is finally starting to resume and things should be back to normal by Q1 of next year.

    Finally, the test flights for the Eagle ASF have gone extremely well, with the bird exceeding every single target metric. The weaponry comes in for particular praise, as the designers had replicated the semi-modular pods that were used on the Fox Terrier missile hovertanks for the 8cm and 5cm lasers on the Eagle, leading to simplified logistics. In addition, the targeting and tracking system was proving exceptional with hit rates well above predicted norms.

    Willis tells you that as far as he can tell, every single pilot in the Aeroforce wants to be flying one of these new birds yesterday.

    Incidentally, with the new orbital formation standing up you need to select a commander for the unit. General Potter has forwarded you the names of the four most senior officers in line for promotion to the position for your consideration.

    []NameSkillAttackDefenseHealthSpecial
    []Ruth BennettSkilled1055High Endurance: +1 Fuel
    []Emily WilliamsSkilled1055Aggressive: +1 Damage Inflicted
    []Scott PerezSkilled1055Defensive: -1 Damage received
    []Steven ClarkSkilled1055Rapid Scramble: +1 additional round in surprise interceptions
     
    Turn 22 - The Fecal Matter Hits the Rotary Air Impellor
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    Turn 22 - Part 1 - Where Bad Things Happen

    It’s only the middle of January. And this year officially is terrible.

    Your youngest daughter is in the ICU in a medically induced coma, Willis is in the trauma ward, two of your bodyguards, men who’d been with you since you were a fresh shiny butterbar and so far down the line of succession you’d never even thought about taking the throne are in the morgue.

    Willis had taken Sarah up in the family light plane. He did this regularly. The two members of the Queen’s Own were along both because of protocol and because they were due a bit of leave and were going to be visiting family in the part of Griffsport they were flying to.

    The flight had been routine… until it wasn’t. Until an 8cm laser had speared up from the rooftop of a skyscraper and destroyed the engine of the small plane.

    Willis was a superb pilot, and he almost saved the bird, until a second laser hit from the same location took out the tail and he spun in.

    Griffsport PD had gotten into a gunfight with the perpetrators which ended abruptly when the Royal Grifftiger Mounted Police arrived with a roar. Of the five men involved, 3 had been killed, the other 2 were in custody.

    They were all locals. They were all part of the same groups that had been organizing harassment of citizens of Japanese ethnicity.

    In some ways even worse, they had kidnapped a number of ethnic Japanese people and had them shackled to the actual weapon mount that they had used, evidently hoping that the response to their attack would be an airstrike which would leave a wrecked 8cm laser… surrounded by dead orientals.

    It was viciously sadistic.

    You obviously hadn’t killed enough of the parliamentary idiots who had been sponsoring these groups.

    You’d thought simply promoting cultural unity would be enough.

    Sarah was expected to pull through. She’d already lost both legs, one at the knee and the other at the hip, and would never have children of her own. But she’d live.

    Willis wasn’t expected to last the night.

    You wanted to rage.

    You wanted to cry.

    You wanted to lash out.

    You wanted to curl into a ball.

    Sergeant-Major Ngo was with you. Sekhmet was rumbling beside you her own distress and worry.

    Bastet was with the kids.

    Willis was dying.

    There was nothing you could do.

    You hated feeling helpless.

    An hour later and an old familiar face came into the waiting room where you were pacing.

    Normally whenever you saw Tyler you wanted to throw him out the window.

    Now you just hugged him tightly.

    He was frail himself, but he held you like he was an old weathered rock.

    His grandson was dying.

    Your husband was dying.

    The father of your children was dying.

    Another hour passed. Two. The doctors wouldn’t let you into the operating room where they were working on Willis.

    It was morning outside.

    You hadn’t slept.

    You couldn’t sleep.

    You’d gotten an update from Janet. Several of the disgraced former nobles who’d been removed from Parliament had been arrested, a few more were in hiding.

    You only had to look out the window of the hospital to see the growing crowds outside. They’d been there through the night, holding candles, silently holding a vigil.

    You don’t know how they knew you were here. No word had gotten out, it wasn’t on any news channels. But they were there. Thousands of them. Tens of thousands of them.

    It helped.

    Only it didn’t.

    More time passed.

    You felt yourself being shaken awake, you’d somehow fallen asleep while holding on to Tyler. Years ago he’d probably have made some perverted remark, now he was simply silent.

    There was a doctor in the room.

    The doctor who’d been operating on Willis.

    Who’d told you he wasn’t expected to live.

    He’d been serious then.

    He was smiling now.

    “He’ll live, Your Majesty. He won’t be flying again anytime soon.”

    You can’t believe the words you are hearing coming from his lips.

    He’ll… live…

    He’ll… live.

    For some reason you find yourself sobbing, almost collapsing in pure relief.

    “He’ll remain in a medically induced coma for at least a week.” the doctor was saying, you could somehow still hear him through the ringing in your ears.

    “Once he’s awake we’ll have to discuss options…” the pounding in your ears drown him out, and you fall into a welcome blackness.

    He’ll live.

    The bastards had failed.

    Perspective Change Vote

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    Turn 22 - Do You Hear The People Sing? (Part I)
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    Turn 22 - Do You Hear The People Sing? Pt I

    <In the crowd…>

    You hated this.

    You hated having to pretend to care about that bitch, her playboy husband, or that devilspawn of a daughter.

    You hated having to fake concern, screw up crocodile tears as those around you sobbed.

    You hated this, because you had come so close.

    You’d set up the ambush perfectly.

    A little greased palm to a truck driver transporting a shipment of ‘to be scrapped’ weapons. Followed by a silent bullet to the back of the head when the driver’s usefulness had ended.

    Tinkering up a mount for the stolen laser had been child’s play for one of your brilliance.

    Manipulating a group of idiots into ‘finding’ the stolen weapon, trivial.

    Then the idiots had to go and fuck it up and only kill the cow’s husband and youngest bitch.

    So you had to pretend to be one of the bahh’ing sheep in the streets around the hospital at this ridiculous prayer service.

    The sheep were praying for the playboy and the little bitch, and for the cow.

    You were praying for their death.

    You’d come up with another plan.

    You were patient.

    You would destroy the cow, her entire family, everything she ever held dear.

    You would prove to the world that that over-privileged slut had never been worthy of her play crown.

    But for now you had to pretend.

    Pretend to mourn.

    Pretend to care.

    And do so so convincingly that nobody would think otherwise.

    That was trivial for you.

    You weren’t an idiot.

    So when the word came that the little devilspawn would live, you cheered along with everybody else.

    And when word came that the failure of your catspaws was complete and the playboy would live as well you managed the same.

    You’d figure something else out.

    The cow would die.

    Which Perspective would you like to see next?
    []Jeremy
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    Turn 22 - Singing the Song of Angry Grifftigers (Pt 2)
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    Turn 22 - Singing the Song of Angry Grifftigers (Pt 2)

    <POV Change - The Eldest>

    These small ones were too fragile.

    But you still approve of them. Their leader has the spirit of a hunter. The young small one who would inherit had the spirit of a predator.

    You approve.

    A wise hunter hunts wisdom. A great predator hunts the prey of thought.

    Young Small Hunter hunts both, even at a young age.

    You have already shown your approval, with what the speaking box tells you has been dubbed a ‘lick of approval’.

    You just see it as an approving assistance in grooming.

    Small ones react so amusingly when groomed.

    But there is a foul hunter of chaos moving against the small hunter leader. You recognized the signs.

    Striking from stealth.

    Then running away to strike again.

    The chaos hunter would hide in crowds of the small hunter leaders pride. Would pretend to be loyal. Would pretend to be the most loyal.

    The chaos hunter would use others to strike. Would not strike themselves.

    The chaos hunter would be somebody the small hunter leader had known. Had in some way passed over. Perhaps because they realized the rot that was in the chaos hunter’s heart.

    Because the chaos hunter at the heart was a coward.

    A weakling.

    A fool.

    You lick your paws, then pop out your claws one by one to inspect them.

    They are mighty instruments.

    You have killed other chaos hunters with them before.

    You rise to your paws.

    You have a hunt to plan.
     
    Turn 22 - The Music of a People who will NOT be Slaves Again (Pt 3)
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    <POV change to Jeremy>

    You were staring at a wall.

    Yet you saw nothing.

    You were awake. You wouldn’t hurt this much inside if you were asleep.

    You wished you were dreaming.

    Dad had wanted to fly Sarah.

    You could have driven her.

    She’d not be in the hospital then.

    Dad wouldn’t be dying then.

    You could do nothing.

    Your mother was in the next room.

    She’d left you to watch the twins and Thanh.

    But they were in the same state as you.

    You clenched your fists.

    You hated being helpless.

    There’s a small stir behind you, but you can’t be bothered to look, too lost in your thoughts.

    And Bastet is still purring softly as she tries to comfort you.

    You feel an arm around your tense shoulders. You look to the side and the world comes back into focus.

    It’s Alita.

    She has the most fragile expression you’d ever seen.

    But there’s no way she got in here without bullying the Queen’s Own into letting her pass.

    You sag into the embrace, then return it.

    Then you take a deep breath.

    You can’t afford to be helpless.

    You are the crown prince.

    More importantly, you are the oldest child of your parents.

    You had to be strong.

    For your siblings.

    For your family.

    For your people.

    “Thanh, get some paper.” you hear yourself saying, almost as if from a great distance.

    “Quan, James, get some markers.” you take a deep breath.

    “Sarah will be missing her birthday.” you continue, forcing the tears down. “So when she wakes up let’s make sure she has something from all of us to wake up to, OK?”

    Alita squeezes your shoulder, giving you her support.

    You look over, setting one hand over hers.

    You don’t have to be strong alone.
     
    Turn 22 - Parliamentary Procedure
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    Your husband and your youngest daughter are both in medical comas. Both are expected to live. Neither will ever be the same.

    Willis is paralyzed from his mid back down, the doctors worked a miracle to prevent systemic organ failure and his death, but unless some of the Star League era treatments hinted at in the datacores actually pan out once the Genome Project is complete he’ll never walk again, and will be on some level of artificial life support for the rest of his life. This doesn’t get into the burns, scarring, and other damage he took.

    Sarah has lost one leg at the knee, the other right below the hip, one hand, had to have one ovary and her uterus removed, is blind, missing part of her nose, and will require extensive reconstructive surgery of her jaw before she’ll be able to eat normally. Not to mention the massive scarring and burns.

    You want to simply rage.

    You want to simply cry.

    But you are Queen. You have a planet to lead. And you have a piece of murderous scum to catch.

    You’d gotten initial reports from Janet already. The 8cm laser used in the attack had been from a batch that had been set for scrapping 20 years ago. According to the paperwork it had been picked up from the depot by a bonded transportation firm to be transported to the disposal site. According to the paperwork it had been melted down at the disposal site.

    However, the driver of the truck which transported the batch of scrap material that day was killed in a ‘botched armed robbery’ a week after the event. And the manager who signed off on and verified the destruction of the laser died in a boating accident a few days later while on vacation.

    Janet was waiting on forensic accounting analysis of their bank records. Both men had been single, neither had families. She was expecting results in a few weeks.

    The weapon mount itself was familiar to many of the old-timers in the AFGR, indeed you recognized it yourself when you saw it. It was intended for the lightest class of autocannons for field deployment as AA mounts. This particular design had been retired just before you entered the military due to how ineffective it was against modern ASFs as it completely lacked any sort of assisted targeting or powered tracking, being a simple pintle mount with recoil compensation.

    This particular example had been fabricated from scratch, however, as it lacked any serial numbers and there was ample evidence of ‘field expedient’ construction techniques. Whoever had built this had known precisely how to build it, and had done so from sheet steel. Chemical analysis was ongoing on the steel, welds, and everything else about the mount.

    The prisoners are imbeciles. Radicalized drunks who have been indoctrinated with the idea that they need to get all asians killed in order to prevent the Kuritans from winning by any means necessary. Said philosophy coming in second place to their need for more booze.

    All of them were suffering from delirium tremors due to lack of alcohol. Your heart bleeds for them.

    All they’ve been able to tell your interrogators about the person who recruited them was that they were either of caucasian, african, or hispanic (each of the survivors described this person differently) heritage, were between 5 foot 10 and 6 foot 2, were male, was either bald (the idiot who described the caucasian) had long braided hair (the one who described the african) or a military buzz cut (the hispanic). All three agreed that they wore glasses. All three described the exact same voice.

    Once the DTs faded, Janet intended to sweat them hard for anything else she could extract from them.

    The weapon evidently was transported via the freight elevator, and looking over satellite images the box that had covered it appears on that roof for at least the last 18 years. The building is actually owned by the Crown following the Gem Conspiracy and had been on the market for resale for at least a decade.

    The box had been disguised to look like part of the HVAC system. Interviews with the building inspectors from the initial takeover of the property reveal that none of them were HVAC experts. Moreover they tell investigators that similar boxes were present on most of the high rises in Griffsport at the time.

    Janet had already investigated, and found a half dozen more 8cm and 5cm lasers in similar mounts on multiple other buildings, all under coverings mimicking HVAC equipment. The latest of them appears to have been emplaced less than three years ago. In several instances there is evidence that somebody involved in this attack had known about HVAC replacement and servicing schedules, as on the three instances where major HVAC replacements were carried on on buildings which had these mounts in all cases the box in question had vanished a few days before the work had begun, only to reappear a few weeks after it was completed and signed off on.

    Parliament was still meeting. And a proposal comes across your desk that makes you blink, and almost start crying again.

    A bill concerning improvements to the healthcare system, emergency response, and trauma care. Effectively it would finance the addition of satellite trauma care centers at every hospital on the planet, each equipped with the latest equipment. Trauma specialists would receive an additional ‘on-call’ stipend from the state in exchange for their agreement that when needed they’d be transported to these satellite centers to provide critical trauma care. In addition mobile trauma centers based on the concepts used in the AFGR’s MASH units would be procured for civilian emergency services in order to improve response times and get patients the critical care in the first hours after an emergency that could be the difference between life and death.

    [] Accept - an initial 20,000 cost and ongoing +2000 upkeep, gives +5 to Health rating. Increases Approval cap to 105. Cost may partially be borne by Parliament.
    [] Reject - -5 support in Commons and Lords

    QM Note - 10 vote threshold for next update, GO
     
    Turn 22 - Parliamentary Procedure II and a Stainless Steel Rat
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    Turn 22 - Parliamentary Procedure II and A Stainless Steel Rat

    Your husband and daughter were still in their comas, although now they were medically induced rather than ‘natural’. Your daughter was facing a daunting set of surgeries still, and for both of them the severity of the burns meant that them being ‘awake’ would be hell.

    You didn’t like it. But you understood.

    The reaction to the expansion of trauma care had been everything you’d hoped for and more. Parliament put in almost half of the cost for the project from their own budget and many regions were matching the funds to further increase the effect of the improvements.

    There were still daily gatherings in the area around the Palace, solemn ones rather than the more festive ones you truly preferred. And anger still crackled through the crowds. The assassination attempt had truly unified the planet, in shared outrage and fury.

    A few days later, Janet came into your office with a slender young woman accompanying her. The unfamiliar person had her hands stuffed casually into her pockets and looked about almost as if she were assessing how much everything in the office was worth and whether or not she could get away with stealing it.

    “Your Majesty.” Janet said, and you could hear the effort it took her to keep her voice level. “Please meet my single biggest headache.”

    The young woman laughed cheerfully. “Jane DiGriz, at yer majestynesses service.” she said extravagantly. “And Janet here is just peeved because I’m better than her best.” she buffed her nails on her jacket.

    Sekhmet snorted from behind you, turning her head to regard the young woman then rising up and padding over to her. To her credit, Jane didn’t even flinch, merely smirked. “You lick me, ya big hairball, you are paying for the drycleanin… urrrkkkkk” as Sekhmet proceeded to bestow a full body Lick of Approval upon the now sputtering woman.

    Janet actually relaxed at that point, looking slightly amused. “She’s a pain in my ass in regards to financial crimes, theft, con games, and smuggling, but she only targets the big companies for her schemes and has never to anybody's knowledge actually hurt anybody physically, let alone killed anybody.”

    Jane just scoffed. “Ya kill somebody, ya just make people mad. Ya rob the right folks, ya make people’s day. I fleece them that need fleecing.” she smirks then. “Ya know, the banks, ya steal from them, oh woe, oh misery, then insurance pays for it, the banks rates go up a tiny bit comparatively, the journalists have something to write about, the talking heads get to talk, the cops get to leave the donut shops to run around looking impressive, Janet gets to chew on her fingernails…”

    “I do NOT chew on my fingernails!” Janet interrupts, glaring at Jane, then turns her attention back to you. “Her… unique philosophy aside. She showed up in my office this morning, drinking my coffee and with her feet up on my desk.” she glares at the younger woman again.

    “Because I figured out how Mr. X is funding his schemes, and I think I know how to catch him.” Jane says off-handedly. Somehow she’d managed to filch your private stash of chocolates without you noticing and is in the process of enjoying one.

    You narrow your eyes, leaning forward, and Jane seems to catch that the time for frivolous talk is over.

    “It’s an old trick, but very hard to catch. With computerized financial systems like ours everything is handled by software. Ones, zeroes. Physical money hardly ever changes hands above street level, when you are buying a new tank, you don’t give the factory a suitcase of money, you make a funds transfer.” Jane starts off with a smirk.

    “Same with things like loans, and critically, interest rates. Let’s say you have some oddball amount of money in an account, like maybe $1,553.50. OK? Now, the bank is going to pay ya .25% interest on that money.” she grins a bit. “I’ll spare ya having to do the math, you’ll see $3.88 deposited in your account as interest. Only, that’s not the real amount. You actually earned $3.88375, but the bank lops off that .00375 and whistles innocently. That’s less than a penny, but add that up over, say, a million accounts… that’s $3,750…”

    She pauses to make sure you understand, you nod.

    “I know the obvious next question, even that’s not too much. But we’ve got a modern financial system with a central bank that handles all the big financial transfers. There are trillions of transactions a day, many of which round off the digits after the hundredths. Let’s say you divert all of those leftovers to a single account…” she trails off, lifting an eyebrow.

    “So you are saying that that’s how our Mr X is funding his operation?” you hear yourself asking.

    “Nope, that’s how I fund mine, but there’s actually no laws against that.” she grins and you can hear Janet’s teeth grinding together. “But where I’m willing to bet he is trolling money that way from is the military and intelligence budgets. It’s a classic black ops funding trick. And I took a little peek in the servers.”

    You are worried that Janet’s teeth are going to break…

    “There’s a nice purty little worm sitting there a gobbling up all the fractions and shooting them to a numbered account in a discrete little banking house that caters to those who’d really rather not be identified.” Jane says insouciantly. “Now, having spotted this little gem, I decided… Jane, you may be nothing but a stainless steel rat, but you got standards you do. So I decided to pay Cousin Janet here a visit.”

    “I am not your cousin!” Janet explodes.

    “Details.” counters Jane, idly waving one hand dismissively. “Oh, and I looted the account, here.” she tosses a credit chip across the desk to you. “Happy Birthday, Merry Christmas, Happy Weasel Stomping Day.” she grins. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll show myself out… move, you big hairball!”

    Sekhmet was blocking the door, and giving you a significant look.

    What do you do?
    [] Write-In - I’ll be taking the general gist of what is proposed to write the next bit.

    QM Note - I'll be starting the actual advisors post regardless, so there's no minimum this time. I would just really like to see people's ideas for how to proceed. I do not own The Stainless Steel Rat, that belongs to Harry Harrison.
     
    Turn 22 - Advisors and Rats Oh My
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    Turn 22 - Advisors and Rats Oh My

    “Take a seat, Ms DiGriz.” you say calmly, firmly setting the credit chip down on the blotter of your desk. “We still have a few things to discuss.”

    “Oh, I’m doing this free of charge, gratis!” Jane says airily as she takes a seat at the desk, not seeming at all concerned. “And rescuing the poor abandoned fractional pennies from digital oblivion and giving them a good home in my bank account is not, in fact, illegal.”

    “Perhaps not, but you may be surprised that I do read the papers, Ms DiGriz. I’ve seen your name a few times in the past attached to such little things as bank fraud, insurance fraud…” you smirk. “And tagging police stations with ‘you missed me, cuz!’”

    Janet growls “We are not related in any way!”

    “But we have the same first name!” Jane cheerfully ripostes. “And I’ve never been proven to have done any of that!”

    “Mostly because we can never find you to arrest you to put you on trial!” Janet fires back.

    You clear your throat pointedly. “Ladies.” you say with a deceptively mild tone.

    You glance over both of their shoulders towards where Sekhmet is sprawled out, then look Jane in the eye.

    “I don’t care about your history.” you say flatly. “For bringing me this information you have my thanks.” you pause, wait for the younger woman to open her mouth, probably with another smartass comment. “You’re hired. Janet, get with General Potter and Harry to run down these leads.” you nod at her, causing your friend to purse her lips and rise to her feet.

    “Just don’t put her in Justice!” she comments on her way out, earning a chuffing laugh from Sekhmet.

    When Jane moves to stand up as well.

    “Still not done with you.” you say, frowning at her. “As I said, you’re hired. I will not have somebody as capable and skilled as you are running around without adult supervision.”

    “I’m..”

    You interrupt her indignant protest. “Sekhmet, the Eldest was mentioning that this was the sort of hunt he was familiar with. Introduce Ms DiGriz to the Eldest.” you smirk then. “And…” you scoop up the credit chip and toss it to the young woman. “Consider this your signing bonus. Janet will have the paperwork for your pardon by the time Sekhmet gets you to the Eldest.”

    Jane is pouting. It’s almost cute. Sekhmet then chuffs and Jane squawks as she is hauled off the chair by the scruff of her blouse and carried out of the room protesting that she hadn’t signed up for this.

    You shake your head, a little distraction from the hell you were going through was welcome. The fact that it came accompanied by what you were certain would be an absolutely critical lead in the hunt for the assassin? Gravy.

    You could use agents of the throne. Your grandfather had used a few people as direct personal agents, bypassing the bureaucracy in order to get things done. And you figured you had your first recruit.

    She’d gotten one of the more impressive Licks of Approval you’d seen in a while, after all. Sekhmet was a wonderful judge of character.

    Janet returns to your office, big steaming coffee mugs in hand. She looks a bit disgruntled. “That… that…” she shakes her head.

    “Your cousin?” you tease.

    “I AM NOT RELATED TO THAT WOMAN!”

    Note to self, another thing to thank Jane for, teasing material for your best friend.

    “I’m reestablishing the old Throne Agents my grandfather used.” you get serious, after taking an appreciative sip of the black blood of life. “Might keep her out of mischief if there’s something that engages her skills on the right side of the law.”

    Janet grumbles at that. “Thought you’d never resurrect that particular institution of your grandfathers, but it’s probably a good idea. Would at least reduce the heartburn medication budget.”

    You grin, taking a sip. “Well, she’ll be drawing at least some of her budget from your office.”

    “NO FUCKING WAY!” Janet erupts, and you can no longer hold in the laughter. It’s frail, but this has managed to get your mind off of your daughter and husband, for a little while at least.

    Dr Palmer does send you a memo, if you focused all of the research labs on the genome project program this year you’d be able to practically guarantee completion.

    [] Yes
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    Most of your advisors send you their proposals via memos this year, respecting your desire to be with your family while you wait for your youngest and your husband to come out of their comas.

    But you still have to do the work.

    General (if you got promoted, so did she, damnit!) Swanson is requesting a full battalion (9 units) of the Wolfhound hovertank to provide either a solid punch for the RRF by giving them a relatively heavily armored hovertank to back up the lighter units they currently rely on, or assigned to 1st Armored to give them a fast battalion for 1st Regiment. In addition she is requesting that a RFP be sent out for a traditional ‘assault’ tank to anchor 1st Armored.

    General Reyes is requesting that the Gyrfalcon plant be switched over to Eagle production as well as be expanded to permit 2 units of Eagles per turn. She also requests a second flight of Goshawks for the orbital forces.

    Captain (the slippery sailor evaded promotion to General by having the temerity to use logic in pointing out that she’s navy, and thus would have to be promoted to Admiral, but that Parliament had yet to officially create such a rank. Sophistry) Stinnet requests funding for a second flight of four Persistence-class ships in order to permit 1st Flotilla to explore and chart the waters around 5 Fingers to make the major petrochemical find there ready for commercial use.

    General Potter endorses his subordinates recommendations, and adds in a recommendation to purchase a pair of lances of Ambush mechs and a lance of Pathfinder mechs for 1st Armored’s mech regiment as well as hardening more of the factories against attack.

    Bridget’s memo to you is incredibly succinct, in contrast to her normal rapid fire babble of delivery.
    • Complete Current Projects
    • Build Orbital Factory for Endosteel
    • Build second Space Station at L5 point.
    Well, it’s much easier to read at least than it is to write notes fast enough to keep up with the Bridget-babble.

    You kind of miss it, actually.

    The memo from Isoroku recommends selecting the neo-Olympics as this year's Cultural event, on the grounds that it would probably do everybody good to have something that large numbers of their fellow citizens can actually participate in.

    Jake Awesome Polish Name (seriously, his email address is jakeawesomepolishname@griffinsroost.gov, you have no idea how he managed to talk the IT people, who from personal experience have no sense of humor whatsoever, into doing that) sends you a note with an analysis of the press office and ways to reorganize it to be less reactive and more proactive.

    Intelligence is still busily extracting intel from the DEST operatives, and Justice is completely focused on catching the attempted assassins.
     
    Turn 22 - Results
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    Turn 22 - Results

    Meta-Event Roll - 2
    Dynasty Luck - 95, reroll 60, survival roll 30

    Approval - 7 successes
    Approval Change - 1 success

    Political Roll - 5 successes
    Research Roll - 1 failure
    Economy Roll - 5 successes

    Throne - 1 - Success
    Commons - 3 - Success
    Lords - 2 - Success

    Procure Coast Guard 2nd Flotilla [85]
    Target - 85
    Roll - 23
    Result - SUCCESS

    Harden Factory 4
    Target - 65
    Roll - 50
    Result - SUCCESS

    Harden Factory 3
    Target - 65
    Roll - 26
    Result - SUCCESS

    Purchase New Units
    -1 Platoon Avenger AAA [60]
    Target - 70
    Roll - 12
    Result - SUCCESS

    -1 Flight Goshawk [60]
    Target - 70
    Roll - 15
    Result - SUCCESS

    -2 Lance Ambush Light Mech [60]
    Target - 70
    Roll - 34
    Result - SUCCESS

    -1 Lance Pathfinder Light Mech [60]
    Target - 70
    Roll - 5
    Result -SUCCESS

    -9 Platoons Wolfhound for RRF [60]
    Target - 70
    Roll - 49
    Result - SUCCESS

    Establish Harbor on Pollux* [60]
    Target - 60
    Roll - 67
    Result - Bare FAILURE (automatic next turn)

    Establish Cities to exploit resource areas (Castor 1)* [75]
    Target - 75
    Roll - 50
    Result - SUCCESS

    Build Space Station 2 at L5 [75]
    Target - 75
    Roll - 84
    Result - Bare FAILURE (automatic next turn)

    Build Orbital Factory Endosteel
    Target - 85
    Roll - 14
    Result - SUCCESS

    Advertise for colonists to Castor* [60]
    Target - 60
    Roll - 38
    Result - SUCCESS

    CULTURE - Our Sports Team is Vasty Superior...
    Target - 75
    Roll - 33
    Result - SUCCESS

    Reorganize Press Office [50]
    Target - 50
    Roll - 36
    Result - SUCCESS

    Infantry Weapons - Lvl 2 (Laser) [110]
    Target - 110
    Roll - 99
    Result - SUCCESS

    Materials Research lvl 3 [75]
    Target - 75
    Roll - 11
    Result - SUCCESS

    Ferro-Fibrous Armor [55]
    Target - 55
    Roll - 54
    Result - SUCCESS

    Interrogate POWs [65]
    Target - 65
    Roll - 37
    Result - SUCCESS

    RRF Training
    Target - 85
    Roll - 14
    Result - SUCCESS

    Switch Gyrfalcon factory to Eagle

    -----

    Both Sarah and Willis remain in comas. It’s not unexpected, just unwelcome. The burn unit has informed you that they are healing well from their burns, and full reconstructive surgery has been completed on Sarah.

    According to the doctors, in severe cases like this it is not unknown for the comatose state to last for well over a year. The intensive care wards are experienced with this sort of thing and have assured you that they will provide the absolute best of care.

    Considering that Bastet had just licked the nurse who made that promise, you pretty much believe it.

    Jeremy and the other kids offer to withdraw from this year's hovercraft racing season, but after consulting with the experts in the Queen’s Own you’d gently thanked them for the offer but encouraged them to keep it up. There were slight changes to the security plans, but nothing so overt as to be noticeable.

    Jeremy and Alita bring tears to your eyes, though, when they reveal that they’ve both repainted their racers. Alita having gotten permission from her sponsors and Jeremy simply doing it. The crowd reaction to the pair of bright pink and white racers with large unicorn graphics, each dedicated to Sarah, causes you to have a small breakdown in the stands.

    The fact that every single other hovercraft in the division is sporting an identical unicorn graphic makes it even worse.

    This year Alita wins the championship by a quarter length. And somehow the fact that Jeremy and Alita kiss each other in victory lane just doesn’t bother you as much as it used to.

    The twins managed their photo finish again this year in their division of the Junior League. But they were racing for third place behind their brother and Alita.

    Thanh drives like a demon possessed. By the end of the season she is the acknowledged champion of her division in the Junior League, posting lap times that previously had only been seen in the Professional leagues, which have ridiculously more powerful equipment. The sheer aggression your eldest daughter shows on the track is… almost terrifying.

    You sit her down mid way through the season for a long talk that ends in a long heartfelt mutual crying session.

    She doesn’t calm down on the track though, if anything she becomes almost surgically precise. Video analysis shows that the average clearance distance between her racer and the turn markers on the course averages less than a millimeter.

    She’s beating the times set by professional racers on the same courses not because she is faster than them, but because her sheer precision is allowing her to complete the course in a quarter less distance than they can. One of the Queen’s Own who is obsessed with motor racing history brings up the Mini Cooper from old Terra as an example of the same phenomena of precision and handling trumping power.

    You distract yourself even more from your husband and daughter being in the hospital by being extra diligent about your paperwork. It gives you something to do that isn’t worrying yourself sick about things you can’t control.

    Four more large Coast Guard cutters have been launched and formed up into a second flotilla. You make a point of being at each of the launch ceremonies as well as the commissioning ceremonies.

    From the reports, the hardening efforts on the Ambush and Dropship factory have been successfully completed without disrupting production.

    Procurement has gone well, the snakebit RRF grows by a fourth battalion with the procurement of the first Wolfhound hovertanks. Reports that you spent several hours personally testing the new vehicles are completely groundless. You spent several days, thank you very much. You manage to add one to the palace motorpool, purely for… completeness sake. That’s your story.

    You wish Willis was there to roll his eyes at you. Rather spoils the mood.

    The RRF has also gotten another platoon of Avenger’s. And then you get shocking news. This year's training exercises for the RRF? Have somehow gone off without a single hitch. You are not certain how to react to this. Has the RRF been replaced by pod people? You send a memo to General Potter asking him to double check to make sure nothing actually went wrong during the exercises, and immediately receive a memo from him that he’d probably started writing as you were writing yours containing attachments demonstrating that a true miracle has occurred.

    1st Armored is now up to a full company of Ambush mechs, and has their first scout lance of Pathfinders. But then you get bad news.

    In initial field testing of the new mech a number of serious problems are discovered. Not with the mechanics of the mech, the mechs work precisely as advertised. The problem is tactical and doctrinal. The pair of 3cm Lasers looked good on paper but are quickly found to be utterly useless in actual combat. Practically speaking, that leaves the Pathfinder with half the effective armament of the Ambush traded for a higher speed and marginal jump capability, with a ton of mass wasted by the 3cm lasers.

    Even the jump jets are found to be only marginally useful. Due to only having three of them, they are incredibly situational as in most situations using them leaves the mech highly vulnerable to long range weapons fire as it has to slow down to practically a crawl.

    Again, a capability that on paper looked wonderful, but in practice was… suboptimal at best.

    They are still useful, but only as recon vehicles. Against enemy mechs they’d be hopelessly outclassed in direct combat. There are working groups now studying the problem who hope to have a refit proposal on your desk by next year.

    The first Starhound recon shuttle has been completed and is undergoing final acceptance trials that are expected to last all of next year.

    The Pollux port complex project runs into yet another snag when a flaw in the sanitation system results in a wave of dysentery sweeping through the workers. Engineers have isolated the fault, which appears to have been due to previously unknown small mole-like creatures that appear to like to chew on anything they run into. The sanitation system had unknowingly been built right in the middle of their preferred habitat and so they’d nibbled away.

    Luckily a solution has already been found, apparently these little critters are easily lured away by the scent of peppermints and utterly repelled by the taste of cinnamon. The precise means that these facts were figured out fly right over your head in a tangle of jargon and big words that leave you utterly confused. But simply infusing the plastics used to sheath conduits with cinnamon seems to work wonders, and ‘reserves’ for the little critters with peppermint lures have evidently fully solved the problem.

    You’ll finally have your port there next year.

    Finally.

    The first inland city on Castor has been incorporated, near a large deposit of steel which is now being mined. Infrastructure work on Castor is proceeding as planned.

    Meanwhile the project to build a new space station at the L5 point has run into a rather… spectacular… snag.

    Thankfully nobody was hurt, mostly because the launch company responsible for the project had decided to stress safety by using an unmanned expendable launch vehicle to launch a massive tank of liquid oxygen up to the station.

    Cryogenics are hard. And there was a failure in the tank that resulted in an extremely large explosion about 8 miles up. The failure has already been narrowed down to a faulty weld in the tank. The robotic welder in question had been examined and a software fault had been isolated that had caused the less than a quarter of a millimeter thinning of the weld to go undetected. The tank had survived regular pressure testing, but that had further weakened the weld, and when put to the test the weld had failed.

    Detailed examination of the code had found that the fault was due to an errant close-parenthesis in a section that should have been commented out but… you get lost in the details, but it looks like it comes down to one software upgrade not playing as well with another one as it should have and, well. Boom.

    You write a note to the company in question politely requesting that they refrain from further booms on government contracts.

    They promise, no more booms.

    In contrast the same company is able to successfully bring the new orbital factory for endosteel frames online on time and slightly under budget. So there is that at least.

    There are an increasing number of settlers moving to Castor, which is enabling the population to grow quickly there and also boosting the economy significantly. You send a note to Isoroku with a well-done for how effective the advertising campaign has proven to be.

    The Griffin’s Roost Planetary Olympics are a hit with the people, although you can tell that the seething underlying anger is not ameliorated by the distraction. The competition itself is quite enjoyable, lasting over a week. Future events already promise to be much more… significant.

    You are approached by the organizers with a proposal to make this a quadrennial event with the various cities on the planet competing for the honor of hosting it.

    [] Agree - every four years (starting on turn 26) the Sports event will occur in addition to any other Cultural event. This will cost 50,000 in those years, will give +1 Approval, +1 Approval Change and a free reroll of any negative dynasty luck rolls that year.
    [] Disagree

    The press office has been reorganized on a more proactive basis and has begun working to actively shape public opinion in your favor. Not that public opinion is needing much shaping at the moment, to be honest.

    You spend perhaps far more hours down at the range test firing the new laser rifles than is probably healthy.

    The new weapons are extremely capable systems, reliable, rugged, accurate and lethal. The form factor is rather slick, the overall layout is similar to the current bullpup caseless assault rifles, albeit a little more squared off. While the edges are chamfered smoothly, the weapon can be broken down into a long rectangular barrel assembly which contains the cooling circuits surrounding the focusing system and laser itself, a slightly larger assembly where the power cell, trigger, handgrip and controls are placed in identical positions to the magazine, trigger, handgrip and controls on the assault rifle, and a well designed adjustable stock.

    Thanks to the squared off design it has space for accessory rails all over the place, with a long rail running along the entire length of the top, two rails underneath the barrel, one designed for mounting a micro-grenade launcher, the other for mounting miscellaneous accessories. Two rails on each side of the barrel, and the weapon is designed in such a way that the same basic furniture exists in all variants. For example, the sniper variant simply has an extended coolant and focusing assembly that resembles to the untrained observer the presence of a long suppressor.

    Both the materials science and ferro-fibrous armor research have been completed. In order to actually produce the armor you’d need a dedicated factory in orbit. In addition, with the completion of both projects your metallurgists have informed you that they believe they are close to unlocking the secrets of ferro-aluminium armor for ASFs, Dropships, and Small Craft.

    The Gyrfalcon assembly line has been switched over to production of the much requested Eagle ASF.

    There are some initial results from the interrogation of the DEST commandos. According to the reports, it appears that the DEST teams had orders to establish intelligence cells, but had failed to accomplish that mission when captured. One of the commandos had ranted about how disloyal the locals were to the Dragon by refusing to volunteer to serve against ‘filthy gaijin’.
     
    Turn 23 - Fluff and the Hunt is On
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    Turn 23 - Fluff and the Hunt is On



    The year starts with several pieces of good news. And one piece of great news.

    One of the software technicians working on the Human Genome Project came up with an optimization algorithm that massively sped up the final analysis of the data. By the end of the second week of January the project has completed.

    Buoyed by their success, the team uses the rest of their budget to swiftly decode and certify one of the cloning projects that had been waiting on the completion of the full Human Genome Project.

    If they pursue Organ Cloning, then by the time Sarah awakens she will not be blind, and almost all of the internal damage to both Willis and Sarah would be cured. If they pursue limb cloning, then all of Sarah’s missing limbs would be replaced by the time she awakens.

    [] Organ Cloning - would allow the cloning of individual organs (eyes, nerves, lungs, heart, etc) +5 Health
    [] Limb Cloning - would allow the cloning of complete limbs, +5 Health

    The second piece of good news is that the stock market is surging as biomedical stocks explode. With the promised bounty from the datacores across all forms of medicine, investment is extremely high in the entire medical sector.

    Then the piece of great news.

    You come into your office one morning to find Jane already sprawled in your seat feeding Sekhmet bon-bons. From your secret Sekhmet proof bon-bon stash. That was supposed to be locked.

    Before you can open your mouth to chastise Jane, however, she takes all the wind out of your sails.

    “We know who it was. Haven’t got him in custody yet, but we know who the bastard is.” she says without preamble. “Brilliantly sneaky little sonuvabitch, but too clever for his own good.”

    She smirks, popping a bon-bon in her mouth. The last bon-bon, you note.

    “No disrespect intended to the dead, but your father was an idiot.” she continues. “A complete wimp, total blithering idiot, and with the backbone of an earthworm. One of the black ops units from your grandfather’s day had stumbled upon the Gem Conspiracy and were poised to take it out, and your idiot of a sire listened to his oh so good friend Bradford Santos and declared the unit completely rogue, dumped their cover IDs in the public domain, and declared them criminals. When their CO protested his men being betrayed like that, your father fired him, again acting at the advice of Santos. His wife and his two daughters disappeared a few days later, and were amongst the deceased victims of the Gem Conspiracy.”

    She pauses, waiting to see if you’ll defend your father, but you keep silent.

    “So he was already on the warpath against your father, he managed to spring his men from prison right out from underneath Santos and his people, and was plotting a coup of his own. Then the first Drac raid came in. He put his name in for your military advisor, I think because he honestly thought he could unveil the conspiracy and take down the people behind the deaths of his family. When you picked Wolf instead, however, who’d always been a straight-shooter who despised the black ops community, he felt like you were little different from your father.”

    She sighs, shrugging. “His resentment overcame any vestiges of sanity, in my opinion. If he’d bothered to actually look at what you were doing he’d have known you weren’t your father, especially after you smashed the Gems on your own, but he has an overdeveloped sense of vengeance I guess. By that point he didn’t care, you were his enemy, and you needed to die. I don’t think he ever really managed to differentiate you from your father, to be honest.”

    She pulls a hip flask from her belt and tosses it to you, you catch it numbly.

    “This is mostly speculation, based on second-hand data. We’ve not actually managed to catch or interview the bastard, but it's a pretty solid supposition considering what we do know. Don Stanley may be a genius at black ops.” she smirks. “But I’m better. Already commed my cousin…”

    You hear a frustrated grinding of teeth behind you as Janet stalks into the office, a royal warrant in one hand. “I am NOT YOUR COUSIN.” she grates out. Taking a deep breath. “Your Majesty, her information checks out.” she holds out the warrant. “We just need your signature on this to start the hunt.”

    You take the sheet, and go around the desk. Jane smoothly exits your seat before you can comment, and you sit down and sign it. “Jane, I want you to lead up the hunt. I want him alive.” you smile coldly. “And as uninjured as you can manage. But I want him. Immediately.”

    “On it, Boss, see ya Cousin!” she breezes past Janet before your best friend and Justice Minister can manage an objection. You look up at her.

    “Inform the Eldest as well, he told me he wants in on this hunt as well. Should we make a public announcement?”

    “Depends.” Janet replies, sighing and sitting down across from you. “On the one hand, it would alert the people and give us countless eyes to find him and his accomplices, but it would also alert him that we’re coming for him.”

    [] Public announcement
    [] Try to be sneaky
     
    Turn 23 - Sound the Horn Loudly
  • LordSunhawk

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    Turn 23 - Sound the Horn Loudly…

    You look over the notes that Jane had left you. Don Stanley’s crew was very small at this point, less than a half-dozen people. One of whom, unfortunately, was a tower controller at the small airport attached to the Palace that Willis had flown out of that fateful morning.

    Careful snooping had discovered that whenever one of the Royal aircraft had flown this individual would issue an identically worded flight advisory to a non-existent track, which would be answered by a voice that sounded like Stanley’s. In this specific case, this controller had apparently mistook Sarah for you with her bundled up in her flight gear, and had given a slightly different flight advisory. Which was answered by Stanley.

    One of the other members of his crew had been rated as a ‘master gunner’ with the unpowered AA mounts when he was in the service. His appearance matched the ‘skinny black guy with long hair’ description. He was believed to have been the actual shooter. Another was a tall white guy with a shaved bald head, who according to the files evidently specialized in kidnapping and extortion. All of the Asians (most of whom were not ethnic Japanese) had worked in the building in question and had been abducted just before the attack had occurred.

    The third was the crew-cut Hispanic, who’d posed as a security guard in the foyer of the building and had given the warning when the police were on their way up, the real security guard was found with his throat slit stuffed in a closet.

    There were two others, both of whom had been positively identified. One owned a janitorial supplies company and had used that to access all of the buildings used as platforms for the laser mounts, while the other owned a small one-truck transport firm which had been used to move the equipment about. Both were under surveillance.

    Stanley himself had not yet been located, so surveillance was continuing until he was.

    You’d already secretly established the Special Branch of the Queen’s Own Regiment, using your own personal funds and setting up a chain of command that went through Sergeant-Major Ngo (despite her objections to the idea). You already had a few people in mind for recruitment now that you had Jane working for you.

    You had already set aside two sets of DEST Infiltration Suits produced without any of the chuuni flourishes by your labs for the use of the first two agents, Jane and a putative mafiosi named Michelle Carter, along with a pair of the new laser pistols and, the crowning item in your opinion, a suitably modified Chasseur painted all black with red trim and appropriate theme music cued up on the sound system.

    You’d gotten help from Janet in coming up with some of that, while the two of you brainstormed over some truly excellent coffee.

    Willis and Sarah were still in comas, no real change there, although the academy labs were working hard on cloning organs and hoped to have that ready in a month or so. They already had tissue samples and had assured you that so far everything in the datacores had validated experimentally.

    Jeremy was in his senior year, he’d deliberately not skipped any years of school, unlike yourself. He’d gone in for neurohelmet compatibility testing and had shown a high aptitude. He’d already informed you that he intended to take a gap year and then enroll in the inaugural class of the Aerie when it became a full up university. Alita evidently had the same plan, although in her case she was intending to go into logistics rather than Mechwarrior track.

    The proposed rebuild for the Pathfinder, dubbed the Pathfinder Mk 1A, was on your desk. It would replace the frame of the mech with endosteel, the armor with the new ferro-fibrous, remove the medium laser from the center torso along with both small lasers, then place a pair of medium lasers, one in each arm. A recon camera, a pair of remote sensor dispensers, and sufficient jumpjets to jump a full 210 meters complete the upgrade. (QM Note, this will add the Scout quality to the mech, which permits the reroll of 1 failed initiative test per combat turn for any unit on the same side as the unit with Scout).

    [] Accept - production and conversion of Pathfinders to 1A variants will be on hold until a Ferro-Fibrous factory is up and running. The initial conversion of the current lance will be free of charge and all future production will be of the new model. Stats will generally be the same, but cost will go up to 1422.8 per lance.
    [] Decline - Look for something else.
    [] Soldier on with the current flawed model

    Parliament is rather quiet this year, with only routine legislation addressing minor issues that really don’t require much if any attention from the Crown.

    You also receive the summaries of a number of internal and external design studies for a new assault tank to anchor the armored forces. Each is a heavily armed and armored design, and many incorporate the new LB-10X autocannon. In fact the only one without that new weapon is one of the two internal proposals, the Smilodon. Although the Smilodon still looks like an utterly fearsome beast indeed.

    []NameCostHPAttackDefenseSpecial
    []Smilodon2193.61081818Tracked Armored
    []Lion1803.61041717Tracked Armored
    []I Did It Tank2366.81041717Tracked Armored
    []I Did It Fuel Cell Tank1924.41041717Tracked Armored
     
    Turn 23 - Call the Hounds
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    Turn 23 - Call the Hounds

    You sign off on the Pathfinder modification, even though it will require a Ferrofibrous factory to be built before it will be usable. You also sign off on the Lion as the new assault tank. The mass of lasers and the new LB-10X really sold you on the design.

    You spend a few hours reading over old reports. You knew your father had been… weak. But you’d never realized just how easily manipulated he’d been. You guess you’d always had a bit of an idealized view of him since, well, he was your dad, and he’d always been there for his family. But he had been a terrible king.

    For example, Leah Goodwin. All you had known about her was her reputation and her nickname, and even the brief interview with her hadn’t really registered all that much considering your state of mind at the time. According to the actual records? For all of her reputation as being a brutal killer who delighted in cruelty, she’d actually only ever killed one person, who’d been later identified as a shooter for the Gem conspiracy. Her entire reputation had been built up out of whole cloth by the media outlets owned by the conspiracy, and your father had done absolutely nothing to let the truth of the matter come out.

    Mack Hogan? He never should have been allowed in the same room with you, let alone be considered for an advisor slot. He’d taken care of ‘problems’ for your father so your father never had to even know they existed. His reputation for being a murderous bastard was well and truly earned, and he’d been cashiered by your grandfather for premeditated murder before your father, under the advice of his ‘good friend’ Bradford Santos, had pardoned him and reinstated him.

    And then there was Don Stanley. You’d considered him at the time, but you had served under General Wolf and personally trusted him. Few people had been so cruelly used and discarded by your father as he had been, and if the damn man had only come to you after the Gem Conspiracy had been crushed you’d have moved heaven and earth to make sure he was taken care of because of the gross injustices he’d suffered at the hands of your father. But no, instead he chose this.

    You gritted your teeth. It stuck in your craw sideways, but while you hated him for what he’d done to your family, you couldn’t completely blame him for how much he hated your family. But he’d ultimately made his own choice, and his squad had made theirs as well.

    You had them all under distant surveillance, but hadn’t made any moves on them at all. Jane and Michelle were leading the operation under your authority as direct agents of the crown. You still found it amusing how easy it was to bait Janet with the cousin line, but also how young both women were. Michelle may have been a hardened mob boss, but she was still in her 20s and had a lot to learn about real sneakiness, and Jane was hilariously easy to predict once you realized that she was still technically a teenager regardless of how capable she was.

    And she was extremely capable. She’d pointed out that any electronics records that could be relevant to the team may well have hidden tripwires to warn them if they were accessed. So instead of accessing the live data on the servers, the team had taken the backups, cloned them, then ran them on completely isolated systems. And indeed a number of tripwires had fired, but were unable to actually do anything useful without any network connections. There had also been worms intended to destroy the data, or alter it, and observing them in action allowed your information security people to work out countermeasures to disable them without harming good data.

    One of your teams had finally spotted Stanley.

    You could probably sweep up all of the agents and contacts that you know about right now, but it might be more useful long-term to wait and observe to see if he contacts anybody else. You think you know about his entire network, but you aren’t 100% certain

    [] Strike now, cut off the head of the snake along with all known associates and the body will die
    [] Wait and observe. If you cut off a Hydra’s head, two more replace it.
     
    Turn 23 - The Hunter's Strike
  • LordSunhawk

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    Turn 23 - The Hunter’s Strike

    You decide that there is very little to be gained by waiting. This is by all evidence a small cell of people with very little to no real evidence that they are part of a larger network. Stanley’s grudge was personal and not very rational at this point, you doubted he’d have cared to recruit outside the most trusted of those who shared his grudge.

    Despite your half-hearted attempt to personally command the strike force you were sitting in the command center in the Palace monitoring the operation instead. You had had zero expectation of actually getting away with it, but you really wanted to be the one to look Stanley in the eye and give him the ‘Reasons You Suck’ speech.

    Each of his people had a small strike team ready to grab them. The mole he had in the ATC tower was on console, the delivery driver was on a job that you’d arranged for him to get. The janitor was also under close surveillance, as were the others.

    The timer ticked down… then…

    “Go go go go go.” came the command from Michelle. Jane was leading the team assigned to take down Stanley himself while Michelle had overall command of the entire operation.

    On screen you watched as a pair of plain clothes agents entered the ATC tower, dressed as safety inspectors for the ‘scheduled’ safety inspection. So they were able to easily get close to the mole… and hit him with a stun baton and knock him unconscious before he even knew he was in danger.

    The delivery driver had arrived at the job site, as soon as he exited the truck to open the rear gate he was smoothly taken down by two tranq darts fired from a sniper. The janitor likewise succumbed to a pair of tranq darts.

    The rest were swarmed by tactical teams, none of them were in places where they could be tricked into vulnerability. So each take down favored speed and overwhelming force over subtlety once the go order was given.

    Well, most of them, Jane had dressed up as a Girl Scout, made herself look as cute and winsome as she could, and had gotten Stanley to come to the door to hear her pitch for why he should buy some cookies… where he promptly got a tranq dart to the neck and a stun baton jammed into his crotch. Jane could be vicious.

    One of the targets, the faux security guard, was killed when he managed to pull a pistol and open fire on the take down squad, causing them to return fire with lethal force, but the rest of the cell were captured.

    Your shoulders slump, this was an immense relief to you that this was over. Sarah and Willis were both still in comas, but this was over. Except for the trials, but that was almost a formality at this point.

    Well, mostly a formality. There was something you wanted to do that you thought might help defuse any other ‘bombs’ of this nature.

    You’d already gotten in contact with Leah Goodwin and had had a long discussion with her. She was surprisingly fine with the situation, her reputation had been cleared up in the aftermath of the Gem Conspiracy, she’d put in her 20, as she put it, and retired a Major, and had a small retirement ‘shack’ as she put it on Capricorn where she was living with ‘Lady’, the Grifftiger who’d claimed her. She didn’t seem to mind being claimed either.

    She’d actually self-published a book on the ethics of black and deniable operations, drawing on the ethics degree she’d earned following her retirement. She offers to send you a signed copy, which you accept. Security scans it carefully before letting you have it, of course, but they find nothing and it is a quite interesting read.

    You extend to her an offer to serve as ombudsman to the new Special Branch of the Queen’s Own, which she gratefully accepts. Evidently she wasn’t joking about the ‘shack’, but she’d been content there. Her and Lady move to Griffsport and soon she has a second job as a guest lecturer on military ethics at the Aerie.

    Mack Hogan had not been directly part of the Gem Conspiracy, just a useful psychopath. He’d been arrested for Murder One almost twenty years ago when he’d bludgeoned a waitress to death over a spilled drink. You’d not noticed in all the chaos of that period, but he’d been put to death for that crime 15 years ago.

    None of the other ‘black ops’ sorts that you’d ever interacted or considered were at all interesting, most were fully retired, none of them had done anything that would require your attention or concern.

    You do have to decide how to handle the trials, however. Part of you wants a public spectacle to prove that justice is being done and that the threat is handled, part of you wants to handle it quietly out of a sense of remorse for what your father had done to the perpetrators that had inspired this.

    [] Public Trial. Let Justice Be Done, Even If The Sky Should Fall
    [] Private Trial. They need to be punished for their crimes, but that punishment shouldn’t include public humiliation.
     
    Turn 23 - Trials, Tragedies, Triumphs... and advisors too
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    Turn 23 - Trials, Tragedies, Triumphs… and advisors too

    It was a bit exhausting.

    On the plus side, the biomedical and surgical teams spent almost an entire day with your daughter in surgery, but at the end she has new eyes, several new internal organs to replace those destroyed or damaged in the attack, and significantly less scarring and external damage.

    According to the lead doctor, the surgery had been a complete success, so now when your little girl woke up from her coma she’d not be blind, partially deaf, or having to deal with internal damage. She’d… only… you sigh at that… have to deal with having no legs and only one hand.

    On the other hand, the researchers assure you that it would only take a year or so to validate and unlock limb cloning therapies.

    Willis is wheeled into surgery on the same day that the trials of Don Stanley and his team commence. You’d already given instructions to the prosecution about how they were expected to conduct themselves and had sent a brief note to the judge requesting that he permit the defense to introduce any evidence that they felt would be helpful to their case.

    You were sure that many unflattering things would come out about your father, and you grieved for that, but you’d long known that the idealized vision of your father that you’d had as a little girl was a false one. He’d been a terrible king, you were determined to be a good queen.

    You had established for yourself a reputation as a just monarch, as one who was unafraid to face criticism. One who was willing to be amongst her people as just another mom, just another wife, just another woman. You would be damned before sacrificing all of that just to protect the memory of a man whose mistakes had nearly led to absolute disaster.

    The prosecution’s case is straightforward. These men and women had stolen weapons, bribed, murdered, plotted… and attempted to commit regicide. The evidence was laid out before the jury without histrionics or dramatics. Simply a cold, hard recitation of facts accompanied by the evidence for said facts.

    Janet had assigned one of her best to the case, and he was showing that. There was no need for drama when the case was so clear, and the lead prosecutor walked the jury through the sequence of events without once having to speculate.

    Then it was the defense’s turn. The solicitor had tried to impeach the evidence, but had failed as the documentation for it was solid. He was reduced to pounding the table, and all the dirty linen came tumbling out of the closet.

    The story of your father’s betrayal. Normally there would be an objection, you’d instructed the prosecutors to allow it. The story of what the Gem’s did to Stanley’s wife and daughters. Allowed without objection. The abuses, indignities… all that had stemmed from your father’s complete lack of backbone, all laid bare before the public and the jury.

    The only thing the prosecuting solicitor did with each of the defense witnesses who discussed these stories was to firmly clarify that every single abuse had happened either at the hands of the Gem conspiracy, who the jury and public were reminded had been dealt with firmly and decisively by the Queen, or at the hands of your father.

    Then Stanley made the mistake you expected him to make. He took the stand in his own defense. At first it seemed quite effective, as he was a broken man who’d lost everything.

    But then the prosecutor came up on cross.

    And asked one, single, lethal question.

    “After Her Majesty decisively and publicly crushed the Gem Conspiracy, why did you not simply come forward to lay your grievance with the Gems and her father before her peaceably?”

    And the floodgates opened. The torrents of vituperative abuse and calumny, the obscenities… Stanley let loose with a string of ad hominem assaults upon the Royal Family that made it crystal clear to everybody listening that it was his own heart’s poison that spoke. That justice had never really mattered to him, that all he wanted was bloody vengeance, not simply upon the guilty, but upon all related to the guilty.

    To his credit the defense solicitor tried to get Stanley to stop ranting, but the old man’s blood was up and he refused to stop. The judge tried to stop him from completely alienating the jurors against him, but he just kept on going. He was finally physically dragged from the stand by the bailiffs while shouting about how you were nothing more than a whore and your daughter was a whore-in-training.

    He was kept muzzled throughout the rest of the trial, as now that the mask had slipped off he couldn’t stop himself from shouting abuse at the court.

    The trial lasts several more days after that, as the case was being handled with utmost attention to fairness and procedure in order to make it absolutely crystal clear that even our enemies could expect true justice in Our courts.

    Willis was still in his coma, but there were signs he’d be waking up soon. The operation to repair the spinal cord with cloned nerve tissue had been successful and there was every indication that he’d awaken with full use of his limbs. Thank god for small mercies.

    The jury took its time. They’d been firmly instructed to consider their ruling carefully and to take the time to understand the evidence. Nevertheless, two days after the closing arguments the jury rendered its verdict.

    All defendants, guilty on all charges.

    The case, being one of High Justice, was immediately formally remanded to you for sentencing.

    You decide to conduct this openly, in full court. Stanley still needs to be muzzled otherwise he shouts abuse at everybody wearing Royal livery. His compatriots are much quieter, but the light of fanaticism gleams brightly enough that they are all searched very carefully before you are permitted inside the throne room to render final judgement.

    You still disliked the stiff formalities of court. They were so archaic, but… it was one more area where your grandfather had been right and your father wrong. They lent dignity to the proceedings, they allowed for the focusing of the mind upon what needed to be done, and they removed passion and impulse from things.

    You waited for the formalities to conclude. Then you began, remaining in your throne rather than rising to your feet as you usually did when speaking. You are passing judgement, and that is best done from the throne.

    You’d taken the time to personally write your speech, then had Isoroku look it over for any suggested edits, along with Janet giving it a pass.

    It wasn’t that long. It wasn’t that passionate. This wasn’t a situation for long-winded speeches. This wasn’t the situation for passion.

    “Thirty years ago Our father committed an unpardonable crime, and betrayed those to whom he had sworn justice. We acknowledge this grave injustice. Here, now, We admit that Our father failed in his duty. We, before the eyes of Our people, can only give Our solemn word that We shall not fail as he did.” you look at the band of fanatics who’d tried to murder you and who had put your youngest and your husband in the hospital. “We also formally retract the disavowal of Team Seigfreid and acknowledge that if their warnings had been heeded much suffering would have been averted.”

    Stanley is still glaring at you with mad eyes, as if he wants nothing less than to have his hands around your throat.

    “If you had come before Us with your evidence, We would have acted sooner. We, however, acknowledge that the betrayal by Our father made that impossible. We dislike this reality, but We refuse to shrink from it. We do not condemn you for this, We merely regret what might have been.”

    “It is with a heavy heart that We must pass judgement. Few have been so cruelly used and abused. We, however, cannot turn a blind eye to what you chose to do. You chose the path of premeditated murder. You chose the path of corruption, treason, and regicide. We cannot forgive those choices, for all that We can understand the pain that led you to make them.”

    You pause, meeting the mad eyes of a would be regicide.

    “We therefore pronounce Our acceptance of the judgement of Our court, reached by a jury of your peers, who heard your defense, considered your circumstances, and rendered a judgement of guilt upon you. We further take up Our sword of justice. You shall be taken from this place, given benefit of clergy, and then shall be transported to the fields of execution. There We command that you shall be placed before a firing squad and shot until dead. So mote it be.”

    -----

    After that unpleasant roller-coaster it is almost anti-climatic. The group of regicides are brought out to the execution fields and shot by firing squad. You make it a point to watch every execution, you owe it to them as far as you are concerned.

    Public opinion is strongly in your favor over this. Polling shows widespread and deep support for the Crown, especially for how you are handling your responsibilities.

    It’s comforting in a way.

    Jeremy is graduating from high school this year. Not quite the valedictorian, he lost out on that by less than a tenth of a point, but he was still 2nd in his class, with Alita right behind him at 3rd. Both of them intend to spend the next year or so working at the Ngo family fishing business down in Hue Moi. Jeremy at the docks, and Alita in the office.

    Sergeant-Major Ngo just smirks as you fuss and fret over their plans but doesn’t comment, since you know as well as she does that your son will be taken care of just fine by the family.

    Then it is budget time.

    General Swanson has an extensive presentation, which can be summarized quite easily. She wants to see a full battalion-set of Lion tanks procured for 1st Armored as well as 2 more lances of Ambush mechs. She’d also like another infantry regiment for service on Pollux, another platoon of Avenger’s to bring the RRFs anti-aircraft capacity up to snuff, and finally she strongly urges you to build the Ferro-Fibrous armor factory at the L5 point.

    General Reyes is excited about the new Eagle fighters, she wants them, she wants all of them, and she wants them yesterday. She points out that the new Enterprise class dropship under construction can accommodate a flight of ASFs, so she recommends procuring a flight of Goshawks for it, establishing the unit that they would be assigned to as subordinate to the AeroForce, and then seconding it to the dropship when completed.

    Captain Stinnett has no real requests vis-a-vis the Coast Guard, beyond ongoing design studies into new harbor and coastal patrol vessels. For the dropships, until the first Enterprise is in commission they won’t know for certain, but she does recommend establishing a dropship line for the Harris class dropship transports. With the lead times needed for dropships, better to have them and not need them then to need them and not have them.

    General Potter has relatively little to add, beyond a progress report on the expansion of the Aerie and a few minor administrative matters. To his credit he doesn’t try to sneak any more promotions through as ‘routine clerical matters’.

    Bridget is back, and while her simple bullet points were so easy last year, this year… she’s BACK.

    “Your Majesty we’ve got a bunch of projects finishing up this year knock on wood and then we have choices to make for going forward since we now have a fully operational 2 flotilla coast guard and let me tell you that the shipping industry is real happy with that we can pursue charting and preparing to exploit those neat petrochemical deposits up around Five Fingers did you know that we almost need more petrochemicals now than we did when we used all ICE power I didn’t that was interesting to find out but all of the new uses are fully recyclable so there’s that and we can also build those orbital factories for ferro-fibrous armor or we could build a factory for those new dropships or if we skipped the petrochemical stuff we could build both but I think we shouldn’t skip that because that looks like it could be very profitable for the economy and industry and that would be a great thing.”

    Ahhh, Bridget-babble.

    You then interrupt an intense contest of rock-paper-scissors between Isoroku and Jake over who goes first. When you point out that foreign affairs always went before politics, Isoroku looks as zen as always, as if he weren’t engaged in a childish game a moment before over this same issue, while Jake just grins.

    “Your Majesty, after the success of the Planetary Olympics and the plans to make this a quadrennial event, our cultural affairs people would like to strongly recommend the Benefit Concert as the most appropriate cultural activity this year.” he says smoothly.

    Jake interrupts then “And he wants to go on stage.”

    “And I want to go on stage.” Isoroku agrees smoothly.

    Jake grins. “Well, ya want us to do some schmoozing with Parliament let us know, but we’re pretty good over in the politics section. Working on some ideas to present to you on better managing the old public image, but so far you’ve been doing a bang up job without us breathing down your neck so I figure, let the Queen be Queen.”

    You chuckle and dryly thank him for his permission for you, the Queen, to be Queen.

    “Think nothing of it, Your Queenness!”

    He’s almost as irrepressible as Tyler used to be.

    Dr Palmer is grinning over the video call. “Your Majesty, now that we’ve got the HGP unlocked we’ve got so many exciting areas of research! Most relevant, perhaps, is the work on cloning limbs. Not simply for your daughter, although that’s reason enough, but imagine the benefits to soldiers injured in battle. We can also tackle genetic diseases, aging itself, or maybe even start tinkering with our own genome to make future generations faster, stronger, smarter. We’ve got the usual array of potential projects as well, both general science and applied engineering, all of them should be on the datapad I had couriered over.”

    Neither Harry nor Janet had any real requests for you beyond continuing the interrogation of the DEST agents.
     
    Turn 23 - Results
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    Turn 23 - Results

    Meta Event Roll - 100, the Just reroll - 1 - 20% GDP Growth, HGP Completed
    Dynasty Luck Roll - 1 - 1 Advanced Medical Project free completion

    Approval Roll - 3 Successes
    Approval Change - 1 Success

    Econ Rating Roll - 6 successes

    Political Roll - 2 Successes
    Research Roll - 0 Successes
    Economic Roll - 3 Successes

    Crown Influence Roll - no action
    Lords Influence Roll - no action
    Commons Influence Roll - no action

    Harden Factory 2 [65]
    Target - 65
    Roll - 12
    Result - SUCCESS

    Harden Factory 5 [65]
    Target - 65
    Roll - 25
    Result - SUCCESS

    Harden Factory 6 [65]
    Target - 65
    Roll - 64
    Result - SUCCESS

    Purchase New Units
    -1 Platoon Avenger AAA [70]
    Target - 70
    Roll - 3
    Result - SUCCESS

    -1 Flight Goshawk [70]
    Target - 70
    Roll - 14
    Result - SUCCESS

    -2 Lance Ambush Light Mech [70]
    Target - 70
    Roll - 69
    Result - SUCCESS

    -1 Flight Eagle [70]
    Target - 70
    Roll - 65
    Result - SUCCESS

    -9 Platoon Lion Tank [70]
    Target - 70
    Roll - 42
    Result - SUCCESS

    -27 (1 regiment) Foot Infantry [70]
    Target - 70
    Roll - 38
    Result - SUCCESS

    Establish Harbor on Pollux* [auto]
    Autocompletes

    Build infrastructure on Castor* [->1]
    Target - 50
    Roll - 99, Economist reroll - 69, Omake reroll (ShadowArxxy) - 11
    Result - SUCCESS

    Build Space Station 2 at L2* [auto]
    Autocompletes

    Build Orbital Factory Ferro-Fibrous Armor [85]
    Target - 85
    Roll - 35
    Result - SUCCESS

    Advertise for colonists to Pollux [60]
    Target - 60
    Roll - 29
    Result - SUCCESS

    CULTURE - Benefit Concert [75]
    Target - 75
    Roll - 16
    Result - SUCCESS

    Extend government administration to new settlement area - Pollux [75]
    Target - 75
    Roll - 4
    Result - SUCCESS

    Human Limb Cloning [75]
    Target - 75
    Roll - 8
    Result - SUCCESS

    Anti-Missile System [60]
    Target - 60
    Roll - 89, Kelgar Reroll - 69
    Result - Bare FAILURE, autosuccess next turn

    Reverse Engineer Suitcase Nukes [60]
    Target - 60
    Roll - 14
    Result - SUCCESS

    Ultra Autocannon/5 [60]
    Target - 60
    Roll - 12
    Result - SUCCESS

    Interrogate POWs [65]
    Target - 65
    Roll - 52
    Result - SUCCESS

    Training
    -RRF [85]
    Target - 85
    Roll - 86
    Result - Bare FAILURE (autosuccess next turn)

    -----

    Sarah was still comatose, although the doctors were confident she’d wake up in a few weeks at most.

    Distressing as that was, however, you were also overjoyed.

    Willis was awake.

    The doctors had called you when he showed the first signs of waking, and you’d raced over to the hospital ward he was in. Thankfully, you were there when he woke up.

    And had to hold him down on the bed when he tried to erupt from it to find Sarah. You were crying and smiling and hugging and sobbing and happy and sad and all in all a complex tangled web of emotions.

    He fell back asleep not long after, but it was a regular sleep, not a comatose one.

    Your husband was back with you, and judging by everything you saw the cloned nerves worked just as well as the original issue models. You had already been impressed by how little scarring the cloned skin grafts had left behind, compared to the hideous burns he’d suffered.

    The next day he woke up properly, and while still confined to his bed and in need of physical therapy, you and he were able to talk for hours as you brought him up to date on everything he missed.

    Jeremy kept the twins and Thanh busy, evidently he came up with the bright idea of taking his siblings around the various pediatric and long-term care wards to visit patients while he waited for his bodyguard to let him know that it was time to bring the family in.

    Then he and Alita sat by Sarah’s bedside with the other kids and regaled her comatose form with stories from the last few days since their last visit.

    Eventually you call the kids in to Willis’ bedside, and much hugging, crying, and happiness ensues. Willis then has the temerity, the sheer unadulterated gall, to ask the nurse to send Alita in and proceed to, in his words ‘make up for all the fatherly duties I have been unable to complete vis-a-vis my son’s girlfriend’. Which seem to consist solely of fully channeling his grandfather and trying to make the poor girl blush.

    You firmly remind yourself that you are not to go to Tyler’s retirement villa and throw him out the first window you see.

    Thankfully Alita is more than capable of handling a Lee at full Lee-ness. A good quality for your future daughter-in-law, you think.

    Of course that appears to have been the signal for Tyler to actually show up.

    He walks with a walker now, although he’s cheerfully informed you that the doctors have already installed a new ticker, new liver, and that he’s trying to get a package 2 for 1 discount on new kidneys.

    Then he proceeds to display full Tyler-ness and within a few well chosen sentences that in and of themselves contain absolutely nothing objectionable but manage to make you, Willis, Sergeant-Major Ngo, Alita and Jeremy all blush scarlet, with the younger kids looking faintly disturbed.

    Threats of imminent defenestration then occur. Tyler, the cad, laughs them off and gives you another hug before stumping his way over to bestow grandfatherly affection on all of your kids.

    You love him, you want to kill him sometimes though.

    It’s in the midst of all of this that your current junior military aid slips into the room, looking like she’s desperately suppressing a fit of giggles.

    Turns out this isn’t Tyler-related at all. But it is the Rapid Reaction Force.

    And Jane.

    She evidently found herself in the same bar as most of the RRF NCOs.

    Their CO had already bailed them out after the epic bar brawl that ensued. You weren’t too sure just how Jane had managed to get away scot-free from the mess, but from what you’d managed to reconstruct she’d been flirting outrageously with one junior sergeant, then started flirting with another, the first took offense while a bit tipsy, and one thing led to another.

    Training had been suspended while everybody involved slept off the massive hangovers that eventually resulted.

    Then had to be suspended again for an investigation into how exactly Jane’s underwear wound up decorating the flagpole of the cantonment.

    Then had to be suspended a third time when MPs had arrested Jane ‘in a state of undress’ as the report delicately put it leaving the unit commander’s mobile HQ along with a (thankfully unmarried) senior NCO.

    Jane claimed that she was ‘keeping her hand in’ and that ‘some of those sled jockeys are real cute!’ as excuses for what she was up to.

    And that she’d always wanted to have sex on a map table.

    Willis found it absolutely hilarious when her report included a detailed analysis of what positions were possible on a map table of the dimensions and configuration included in the mobile HQ units assigned to your forces.

    You did too, but you were trying very hard to keep from encouraging Jane.

    Needless to say, not nearly enough good training got done this year. The RRF curse had struck again.

    Harry Owens sends you a note that he’s pretty much hit the end of the line in terms of techniques and methods that they know to break operatives. The DEST commandos appear to have extremely high resistance to every single traditional interrogation method, including narco-interrogation and other chemical techniques.

    [] Sometimes when you have 2 problems they solve themselves… sic Jane on the DEST commandos
    [] Tell Harry to keep on plugging away, sometimes all it takes is patience

    The Anti-Missile System tests have suffered a rather amusing, if embarrassing, delay.

    Apparently the test ranges for the labs are admirably designed for the purpose of testing weaponry by shooting them down range. Very well laid out, with robust backstops more than capable of containing overshots, and well designed for safety.

    Unfortunately, the AMS system is a little different from other systems they’d had to test before. For one thing, it is intended to work when things are shot at it.

    For armor testing it’s quite easy to do that, you simply strap some armor on a test rig and leave it out.

    For an active system like AMS on the other hand… well, unfortunately when they laid out the ranges they’d neglected to provide power for [active systems downrange.

    So when the test teams for the AMS arrived with their prototype… they couldn’t actually conduct any testing.

    It didn’t help that nobody had thought to bring along a simple extension cord. When you pointed out that a solution would have been to simply take a long extension cord from the local hardware store, use bits of armor to protect it from shrapnel, and deal with the problem in that way the research assistant in question facepalms.

    They’d already hired contractors to lay proper conduit and cables.

    Academics. No common sense.

    So that was that, no AMS this year.

    The Ultra autocannon study, on the other hand, had gone extremely well. You got to watch a test firing and it was very impressive the sheer rate of fire they managed from that thing.

    You also learn that your science guys have managed to fully reverse engineer the suitcase nukes that the DEST teams used to destroy the factory. They are too small to be all that effective battlefield weapons, and sadly your known datacore knowledge of nuclear weaponry is sadly lacking. But now you have a place to start.

    From the biomed research labs comes word that full cloned limb replacement is now a possibility. They want to run a few more tests, but by Q2 of next year they will have completed human trials and are looking forward to working on Sarah, with your permission. You check with Willis, now that he’s awake, and quickly approve of that.

    Construction crews have finished hardening up all three factories that were in the queue this year, and managed to do so without disrupting production at all.

    In addition, both the space station and the new ferro-fibrous orbital forge are now in operation, plus the new station now has a flight of Goshawk’s assigned to it. If you want to assign a second flight there you’ll need to expand the station to accommodate them.

    The first runs from the new forge are used to rearmor the Pathfinder mechs, which are now designated the Pathfinder 1a model. You watch the lance at work with the new upgrades and are quite impressed… then you remember that Jeremy is going to be a mechwarrior and he might be piloting one of those fragile speed machines someday.

    You also get to see the new Lion tanks in action during a field exercise. They are very impressive, the LB-10X autocannons give them a nasty long range punch, while the forest of medium lasers look utterly devastating for anything stupid enough to get close.

    You receive word that 2 more Ambush lances are in action, along with another platoon of Avengers (lovingly checked oh so carefully by a still skittish young battalion commander who, it must be noted, had nothing to do with the shenanigans caused by Jane).

    The first flight of Eagle ASFs are active, and Willis insists that you give him all of the juicy details while he is still confined to his bed. The pilots are in love with the machines, loving the all-laser armament and the combination of an extremely thick hide and decent acceleration.

    In somewhat related news, the harbor on Pollux has finally been completed with much rejoicing. The city that supports the harbor had already been fully built out, so there is a massive rush of people moving to the new place. Government facilities are completed just in time, and the economy is exploding with new activity thanks to the opportunities for growth and profit the new continent represents.

    In addition, the infantry garrison for Pollux completes training and is shipped out to man the defenses as they come online. They won’t be ready until the infrastructure to support it all is completed, of course.

    On Castor, after a few false starts, the massive infrastructure project is completed. Railways, small ports, airfields… all are in readiness to support massive expansion on the continent. More importantly, from your perspective, one of the spur lines leads right near the bunker, you are now able to build the forward operating base needed to actually delve the mysteries contained within.

    You had intended to attend the first benefit concert, but with Willis now awake you decided at the last minute that you’d far rather spend the time with your husband and watch it on holo. Jeremy intends in your stead, looking a bit nervous to be acting in your name. Alita is with him, and they make an absolutely gorgeous couple.

    You’d authorized him to be the one to make the announcement about his father, and the joy on his face as he does so is a sight to behold.






    And then your favorite Polski shows up with a few musicians and steals the show so badly that you’d almost think that Jane did it…



    Both you and Willis absolutely lose it at that.
     
    Turn 24 - Never Gonna Give You Up
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    With nothing really to lose, you call Jane into your office.

    Of course, she shows up in the most melodramatic way possible, wearing her new sneak suit with the front zipper pulled down to the navel and having somehow replaced the sensible boots that the suit comes with with platform high heels.

    The twins had the misfortune of being in your office when she sauntered in, and hastily retreated.

    You give Jane a Look.

    To her credit, Jane looks briefly abashed and mumbles an apology. Then zips up the suit when your look of Maternal Displeasure doesn’t abate.

    That having been established, you inform her of her new mission.

    She immediately perks right back up and asks the question you’d been half-dreading… what her budget was.

    You’d already decided to give her her head on this, so you grit your teeth and give her a quite large remit.

    The pure raw glee on her face…

    She visits the interrogation facility, then a week later the requisitions start coming in.

    15,000 for an orbital sensory deprivation tank was the single biggest one, with an additional 5,000 worth of ‘special’ facilities that look like she’s wanting to build an A/V studio of some sort.

    You sign off on it, though, you’d given her a budget cap above that so…

    Willis has started physical therapy and is grumbling about it constantly. You catch on real quick that he’s trying to lighten the mood of things, as he’s just as distressed about Sarah as you have been.

    The kids, of course, are having far too much fun having their dad back, and you don’t begrudge that at all. You have your husband back. And, God willing, you’ll soon have your daughter back.

    The doctors have convinced you that it would be best if Sarah didn’t wake up until after her cloned limbs are reattached and reintegrated, which will take a few more months. It’s tough, you want to be able to hold your little girl, but they convince you that it would be far less traumatic for her to wake up with all her limbs present.

    The twins have already announced their intention to attend Griffin’s Roost University while racing in the pro leagues. Considering that they won their division in the Junior Leagues last year you sigh and realize that they have inherited every single one of Willis’ adrenaline junky traits.

    Thanh has quite firmly reiterated that she will be attending the Aerie, that she will be training as a fighter pilot and that she was not interested in racing professionally. This is also clearly all Willis’ fault.

    Jeremy had told you he’d be working at the docks down at the Ngo family fishing business. He didn’t mention that he’d be working the docks in the periods when the fishing trawler he’s actually working on is at dock. Something else that is clearly Willis’ fault.

    Then you get an urgent meeting request from Harry, who also requests that Janet be present.

    He looks… distressed.

    “Your Majesty… there are certain lines that we do NOT cross! That crown agent you sent is a real sadist!”

    You blink but before you can ask for details Janet interjects with the very question you were going to ask.

    “Well, she started out fine, she put two of the commandos into the zero-g sensory deprivation tank she had built. They’re already seeming to crack from that. It’s what she’s doing to the rest of them… she had soundproof booths built with large screens and speakers, restraint chairs, IV-based life support systems built into the chairs… then had us strap all the remaining prisoners into the chairs and… and…” he shudders.

    You are quite honestly confused.

    “This is an atrocity! A crime against humanity!” he declares. “Civilized people don’t DO things like this!”

    “What?” you manage to ask before Janet can.

    In response he shudders again.

    THIS!” and he takes out a small recorder and presses play.
     
    Turn 24 - I Love You...
  • LordSunhawk

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    “And that’s not even the worst of it, she’s just using that on those stuck in those little booths down here.” Harry continues, still looking quite distressed.

    “For those she’s stuck up in the sensory deprivation chamber she is doing something far worse.”

    You share a glance with Janet.

    This played on an infinite loop” he replies, setting out another recorder and pressing play.

    You share another glance with Janet, then look back at Harry.

    “That was just for the first couple of days. Then she got truly vicious.” he explains seriously, looking seriously disturbed.

    “What other musical atrocity from the past did she dig up?” you ask with a sigh.

    This, Your Majesty” he replies, playing another track.

    The serious mood lasts for several more seconds, before Harry cracks first and starts laughing, Janet and you join him moments later.

    “This was her clever plan?”

    “It was, and it’s bloody brilliant. The areas are completely soundproofed and it is obviously driving the Dracs completely and totally mad. She’s already dug up what she’s planning on using for the finale for the sensory-deprivation cases, who are the ones who’ve been the closest to cracking. She’s using the Astley to soften up the next inductees into sensory-deprivation madness.” Harry explains.

    “Don’t tell me…”

    “No, it’s far worse, especially for a native Japanese speaker.” he says with an evil grin.

    “Oh?”

    “Have you ever heard about anime? She found an archive of old anime songs.” he replies, setting out another data file.

    Like this”.

    You can’t stop laughing for several minutes straight.

    It takes you a short while to calm yourself enough to properly assume a Serious Expression and you summon Jane for an Important Meeting.

    She shows up, zipping up the sneak suit while she enters.

    “I am very disappointed in you, Ms DiGriz.” you say seriously. “I sent you to effectively interrogate the prisoners, provided you with a highly elevated budget, and now I find out that your method involves certain songs.”

    You hold her gaze for a moment, then just as she’s opening her mouth to respond.

    “I am disappointed that you failed to include the most effective interrogation song ever. In your repertoire.” you manage to say that with a perfectly straight face as you press play.

    The expression on her face is priceless.

    Several days later you get word from the geology department at Griffin’s Roost University. There are growing signs of a pending seismic event on the island of Griffsport, as it appears that the central volcano is awakening. They are detecting lava movement and a rising hot spot. According to the geologists the type of eruption is what is known as a ‘Hawaiian’ type, based on the evidence from previous eruptions, so it shouldn’t be all that dangerous, although it will be spectacular.

    They are requesting that a full seismic monitoring station be constructed near the caldera of the volcano to monitor conditions.

    [] Approve - This will cost 25,000 up front and increase upkeep by 1000. When the eruption occurs, this will give plenty of early warning preventing issues at that time as well as permitting some truly spectacular imagery of the event, giving a one time 3% GDP boost.

    [] Disapprove for now - we need the money this turn, we can build this later (note, this decision will recur until the eruption happens, but with decreasing GDP boost rewards each time it is not approved)

    The Rapid Reaction Force is in the news again, but you aren’t sure if this is a good or bad thing. They’ve finally finished up their training exercises, which is a good thing, but they’ve put in a request for a rather… risque… insignia.

    Featuring Jane (of course) wearing a teeny tiny camouflage bikini, a hovercraft pilots helmet, an old-style bomber jacket, and a pair of tanker boots posing in front of the heraldic griffon that is the symbol of the AFGR. It’s not showing a single thing that should be kept hidden, but still… prudes may object.

    [] Go for it, the RRF is the ‘high speed low drag’ crew of risk-takers and Snake-breakers, they’ve earned the right to be a bit rowdy.

    [] Seriously… Seriously? NO, put some clothes on Jane!
     
    Turn 24 - See Jane. See Jane Sing. Sing Jane Sing.
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    Turn 24 - See Jane. See Jane Sing. Sing Jane Sing

    You look at the proposed artwork.

    You look at Willis.

    You look at the artwork.

    You start laughing.

    You honestly liked Jane, she was… fun. Sekhmet was laughing in her own feline way as the giant cat shook her head.

    A few taps on the translation board… ‘We need to find a cat to adopt that girl.’

    You laugh even harder at that, nodding to the sentiment.

    You decide to counter-troll your favorite Throne Agent. You issue orders approving the proposed insignia but with a caveat that for every day over a week that Jane fails to complete her Top Secret Mission she will be required to be painted with one more article of clothing.

    It seemed funny at the time.

    But when a day later you get a call from Harry that the first of the DEST commandos had been broken and was talking - and Jane promptly declares that since she finished 6 days early she gets to take 6 pieces of clothing off- you feel far less clever.

    A rather hasty “NO YOU DON’T” response is the best you can manage, before the updated icon arrives in your mailbox featuring Jane, au natural apart from the helmet and boots, posing in such a way that absolutely nothing was visible.

    You still veto the modification. The original insignia was about the most risque you were willing to go in this case.

    At least your daughters aren’t such wild children as to do something like this. You call Jane into your office and give her the Look of Disappointed Mom.

    Then proceed to lecture her on setting a good example for your daughters. Which gives you the quiet amusement to see her squirming under your ‘reasonable’ tone. Yup, you’ve perfected Mom Voice.

    Once this would have disturbed you. Now you are just quite glad that you can make use of the skill you’d learned from ba. You still miss ba, but looking back you valued the lessons you’d learned from her.

    Jake shows up just as you finish your lecture and rescues your favorite throne agent… for now.

    You totally hadn’t conspired with Thanh to pretend that she hadn’t gotten the birds and bees talk before assigning the duty to Jane to ‘prove that you can adult’.

    Thanh had promised to record it, you were sure it would be epic.

    Totally Willis’ idea.

    But Jake does have important news for you. The Lords are pushing some legislation while the Commons is deadlocked on the question with most there opposing it but not enough to table it completely.

    The question comes down to bank regulations, specifically as related to certain types of fraud related to securities and investments. The details are very technical, but it narrows down to the Lord’s wanting to tighten up some of the language to make it more difficult for banks to claim immunity from civil suit following a fraud situation. The current regulations are quite solid in terms of holding the actual fraudulent actors responsible and renumenating their victims, but the banks which are involved in the transactions are very often able to dodge all culpability, even if agents of the bank should have known about the fraudulent behavior yet failed to properly report it. It all comes down to the language of the statutes themselves, which as they currently stand have been interpreted by the courts as giving banks immunity so long as they cooperate with law enforcement after the fact.

    What the Lords wishes to do is to restrict that immunity to situations where the bank acted in good faith throughout, otherwise the banks would be exposed to civil liability proportional to the adjudicated level of bank responsibility for enabling the fraud.

    The banks argue that the existing regulations already adequately make whole the victims, further that the existing regulations are confusing about which bank employees are mandatory reporters of these very technical and specific regulatory issues that oftentimes are only detectable after the fact. Thus it would be exceptionally difficult and wholly subjective as to whether or not a given bank had acted in good or bad faith in any given situation.

    [] Support the Lords - Immediate -1% GDP as the financial markets are roiled, however +1 to Approval Change and +1 to Econ Rating. +5 support in Lords, -10 support in Commons.

    [] Support the Commons/Banks - +1 to Approval Change, +5 support in Commons, -10 support in Lords.

    [] Write-in (QM determines effects)
     
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