A Battletech FanFiction

With a lever big enough I can move the world

by

Andrew “MageOhki” Norris

Chapter 10

See Chapter 1 for disclaimers and other information

As usual, thank the crew, and they know who they are.

Ronel was easy, too easy.  Part of the reason was it was a application of force not seen since mid Second Succession war against a target designed to withstand a Third Succession War campaign for a month, at most.  The other part, was the planet itself was in primus, hostile to humans, so long term fighting wasn’t realistically possible, allowing the sheer superiority of numbers and technology we had to be decisive fast.  Ironically, while Tybalt was almost as fast, the reason there, was the old adage, “Surprises aren’t.”  It wasn’t easy.

Sun Tzu’s wisdom about deception applies.  When you combine it with his words about knowing your enemy… you can bait a trap.   It’s a good thing as Kath joked, I’m Bait Phenotype, isn’t it?  But, as I learned at Tybalt… be careful.  Others you don’t even know about might see the bait, and try to take it.

For all the Glory that Tybalt brought me and my unit, I keep in mind the price.  For someone raised and trained in the American late 20th century mindset of war, considering the engagement size, it was agonizing.  For someone of the 31st century, it was to be celebrated.  Mindsets differ, and times differ.  Still.  Glory is never worth it.

From the journals and notes of Kikyo Onishi, New Avalon Press, 3291 AD, as part of the “Century of Chaos: The Movers and Shakers.” series.

A Battletech FanFiction

With a lever big enough I can move the world

by

Andrew “MageOhki” Norris

Chapter 9

See Chapter 1 for disclaimers and other information

I would like to thank Drakensis for kibitzing and Editing, JG/Joe Gunnarson (Of Whateley fame) for the same, Valles, Case/Fosfor, Minako/Scratx for kibitizing. Y'all made this go a LOT faster than the first two, thank you. Psyckosama deserves a special shoutout for helping reinspire, some basic visualization and idea throwing.

Friends are precious.  Friends have your back when you need it.  Friends are irreplaceable.  But Goddammit!  Helping them move bodies is hard on the back.  Watching their backs is also stressful.  It doesn’t help when they bait the tigers.

One thing I learned is that the Star League was close to real AI, as in artificial sapience, not just intelligence.  They really came insanely close to it, and had even developed brain downloading.  What kept their AIs from being people, instead of mindless drones?  Kath and I spent time researching this, and we came to the conclusion they hadn’t made just one, little, step.  ROB isn’t that nice apparently.

From the journals and notes of Kikyo Onishi, New Avalon Press, 3291 AD, as part of the “Century of Chaos: The Movers and Shakers.” series.

A Whateley Academy 2nd Generation Tale

Be-Wildered

by

Wasamon

----Wednesday, August 10th, 2016
--Sheriff's Office, Calcasieu Parish, Louisiana

As far as such places went, the holding facilities at the Calcasieu Parish Sheriff's Office were about on par. Renée Jameson had seen her share of such, though never as an official guest. Her perspective would likely not be appreciated by any of the drunks and minor offenders in the first two pens, any more than she appreciated their whistles and comments as she passed by. She made a mental note to discuss her uniform design with Jean-Baptiste later; the quasi-military blue on blue with the crescent moon insignia was supposed to leave a better impression than that.

Or maybe it was just drunks being drunks. Southern Louisiana had enough of that as it was.

A Second Generation Whateley Academy Tale

Laura and the Labs

by

ElrodW
(with contributions from Kristin and Mage)

Tuesday, September 27, 2016 - Dinner
Crystal Hall, Whateley Academy

Laura sighed as she slipped into her chair, her dinner tray unceremoniously clunking to the table hard enough that a few peas dislodged and bounced, skipping off the plate, rebounding off the tray, and skittering across the table toward Tia. The rabbit-girl looked at them, then looked suspiciously at Laura, as if the blue girl had done that on purpose, then looked at the peas again. Shaking her head, Tia took another bite of her salad, though she seemed to be watching the small round vegetables as if they might jump up and attack her. Or like she was planning on gobbling them up when no-one was looking because they looked tasty to her.