"Building A Legacy"
I sat in my well appointed stateroom for the last time. Its walls adorned with trophies that I had earned either through guile, blood, skill or pure luck. I just sat there in my posh chair looking at all of my accomplishments. I could find no sense of accomplishment in what was displayed before me. As the son of a Bandit King, you would think I would have other things on my mind. It was likely that I should have been thinking about the plans I set into motion that came to fruition and culminated with my leading our "house units" and training them how to pilot and handle the cache of LAMs I had discovered. I couldn't think about these things, though, perhaps I should start where it all began...
My name is Jack Ryan, no not the Bandit King Jack Ryan. I'm his son. Suzie Ryan is my sister, and we grew up living with privileges that no one on the rock we call home was afforded. Suzie was turning into a spitting image of my father. A cold, calculating, murderer and a shrewd unit commander. Where did that leave me? In a family based on deception and piracy... I was the dreamer, my head was in the clouds, soaring through the air. It all began when we found an old Aramis outpost on another nameless rock in the periphery. I was sweeping through areas of space with a contingent of scumbags my father had assigned to me. It was my trial by fire, I had to hunt down rogue settlements and bend them to our will as well as salvage anything we found for the betterment of our "war effort". There at the Aramis outpost I found an intercepted transmission, from an SLDF base somewhere even deeper in the Periphery. It was a place that this outpost, cut off by Kerensky's war effort had dispatched the last of their troops to crush. We were standing in a tomb, hundreds of years old.
What? I was in my early teens, leading a band of pirates scouring the fringe regions of the periphery. What's more fun than that? Everything, is more fun than that. Attending a normal school would have been more interesting. I was blessed with my mother's good graces, I was smart and I knew that I wanted something else. This was my ticket, so after stripping the base of its ancient armory I set a course to follow a blood trail that was centuries old. That search took months, leading us on wild hunts through largely unexplored star clusters. I had received a recall order from my father and I ignored it. I know that had to piss him off, but what good was the promise of "possible" loot when he was looking at worlds that had actual people on them? Nothing, to him. Everything to me.
Our search turned up clues, that's the only way I kept the crew together. With tales of grandiose wealth and the promise of lostech. We found a shattered Jumpship recharging station about half of the way there. It was an old SLDF space station, built more like a Castle Brian in space. It looked like it had been nuked a couple times too. You could tell by the way over half the station had disintegrated. Of all the things to have survived, there were a couple capital gun emplacements and a recharge node. Which, actually, was still providing power off of a deployed solar sail that automatically reacted when we jumped in system. We could never move it, but it wet the appetites of my crew to continue on. It would also make a loot of what we would do in the future possible.
With coordinates fed from the last directional array on the station, we gleaned information that Amaris warships had hit the station with their pants around their ankles. Not expecting its firepower the station cut two of the three ships apart before they really got moving. The third nuked the hell out it and jumped on after taking a pounding from her guns. The other two warships looked as if they had drifted into the gravity well of a nearby lifeless planetoid, and crashed there. So, we followed the blood trail a little longer. The next jump brought us to the graveyeard of two warships that had apparently nuked one another into oblivion. An Amaris ship and an SLDF ship. there was nothing left but melted scrap of the two vessels and a transponder that pointed deeper in system. Looks like the Amaris dropships had no where else to go, but to hit the SLDF base.
It wasn't so much a military base as it was an extensive and really old research base. There was one intact union dropship here, and the rest had been wiped out by the installation's fixed guns that were apparently slagged on approach. Dozens of annihilated aerospace fighters littered the atmosphere deprived sky. Some salvage here, more armor plating than anything else. The base itself was the real tomb. The scientists, who could not win against the massed forces against them fled deep into the complex, to places where the Amaris mechs could not follow. The Amaris pursuit became a foot battle until the scientists evacuated all the air in the complex, killing the Amaris troops and themselves as well. We had the air running on centuries old air reprocessors in a couple of days.
Yes, my father would be happy with the dropship even if it was mangled (which it was). He might be happier by the dozen Aramis mechs we found largely intact. Looked like the others had been tactical nuked on approach from their dropship. The old SLDF armories produced a handful of working laser pistols and rifles. The real treasure was the LAM cache, the spare conversion equipment and a partial assembly line. The brilliant scientists here had been working on hammering out issues with the 55 ton variants that didn't convert to "Air-Mech-Mode", there was a Phoenix Hawk Prototype and one stinger and one wasp. It looked as if they had succeeded, before their untimely deaths, in getting the Shadow Hawk LAM fully prepped and converting into all three modes of flight.
We ended up bottling up everything we could and got the Overlord off the ground. We returned to my furious father, who wasn't all that furious anymore after I presented him with twelve pristine mechs and a massive dropship, while mangled, was still a massive combat dropship. It was here that he said I could have whatever I wanted. It was here that my plan was born.
I wanted three things. I told him to procure me the leading or last LAM scientist or group of them, because there had to be someone brilliant left. He procured for me an aerospace scientist, a mech scientist and a VTOL expert. The second I told him I wanted to be trained as both an Aerospace Pilot and a Mech Pilot. He agreed and my house education began in full shortly afterward.
We got the scientists working on the LAM project and started to resurrect the old data and the assembly. By the time I graduated both legs of my training I had already gleaned practical knowledge about the LAMs. I spent another year pouring over the data with the scientists as well. The scientists actually did a good job seeing as all the research was right in front of them in the data banks. However, it took them about six years to absorb what they were learning and really get rolling. Producing one LAM at an incredibly slow pace... It’s not what my father was expecting, but it was easy to forget about when they were housed at the old SLDF base and were something like 105 light years away. I can't say the scientists minded, though eating MREs for an extended period of time had to get old, especially when they were centuries old.
I did my first tour of duty as a Pirate commander in the service of my Father. I was piloting the newly christened Shadow Hawk LAM, and I was very effective in taking out the targets that I was assigned. Most worlds had no idea what I was or who we were, at least, until it was too late. During that tour, I laid out my plans for leaving my father’s employ.
My second tour began with my exodus from Butte Hold, and I left the world guns’o’blazin. I didn’t have the ability to evacuate the scientists with me so, I did the next best thing. I took the plans as well as nearly ten years of additional research for the LAMS with me, then wiped the database. On my way out of the SLDF installation, I shot up the three remaining prototypes on the way out . Seeing as they were the only defenses the base had and also the fact that two of the three were powered down. The Phoenix Hawk and I dueled for a while, but seeing as the pilot I faced had no experience as an Aerospace pilot… Let’s just say that he lost, spectacularly, after slamming into a structure in Air Mech Mode. Then I kind of opened up his power core with a couple alpha strikes…
I picked up a contract on the Mercenary’s Star for a unit serving the Federated Suns in the war of 39. I had a lot of fun, and I also lost my Shadow Hawk LAM in the fighting. What I was able to salvage, in the end, was enough to buy myself a crappy light mech replacement. Whatever works, at least I was still alive. I needed to get into something real, where I could use the plans for the LAMs I had. A place where I could receive some recognition and actually use as a basis for recovering the assembly line my father still had. I needed to be part of a unit where I was a stake holder. I found that very opportunity in 3041 and took the loans to get the unit rolling.
Only time will tell as to what the future will bring.
I sat in my well appointed stateroom for the last time. Its walls adorned with trophies that I had earned either through guile, blood, skill or pure luck. I just sat there in my posh chair looking at all of my accomplishments. I could find no sense of accomplishment in what was displayed before me. As the son of a Bandit King, you would think I would have other things on my mind. It was likely that I should have been thinking about the plans I set into motion that came to fruition and culminated with my leading our "house units" and training them how to pilot and handle the cache of LAMs I had discovered. I couldn't think about these things, though, perhaps I should start where it all began...
My name is Jack Ryan, no not the Bandit King Jack Ryan. I'm his son. Suzie Ryan is my sister, and we grew up living with privileges that no one on the rock we call home was afforded. Suzie was turning into a spitting image of my father. A cold, calculating, murderer and a shrewd unit commander. Where did that leave me? In a family based on deception and piracy... I was the dreamer, my head was in the clouds, soaring through the air. It all began when we found an old Aramis outpost on another nameless rock in the periphery. I was sweeping through areas of space with a contingent of scumbags my father had assigned to me. It was my trial by fire, I had to hunt down rogue settlements and bend them to our will as well as salvage anything we found for the betterment of our "war effort". There at the Aramis outpost I found an intercepted transmission, from an SLDF base somewhere even deeper in the Periphery. It was a place that this outpost, cut off by Kerensky's war effort had dispatched the last of their troops to crush. We were standing in a tomb, hundreds of years old.
What? I was in my early teens, leading a band of pirates scouring the fringe regions of the periphery. What's more fun than that? Everything, is more fun than that. Attending a normal school would have been more interesting. I was blessed with my mother's good graces, I was smart and I knew that I wanted something else. This was my ticket, so after stripping the base of its ancient armory I set a course to follow a blood trail that was centuries old. That search took months, leading us on wild hunts through largely unexplored star clusters. I had received a recall order from my father and I ignored it. I know that had to piss him off, but what good was the promise of "possible" loot when he was looking at worlds that had actual people on them? Nothing, to him. Everything to me.
Our search turned up clues, that's the only way I kept the crew together. With tales of grandiose wealth and the promise of lostech. We found a shattered Jumpship recharging station about half of the way there. It was an old SLDF space station, built more like a Castle Brian in space. It looked like it had been nuked a couple times too. You could tell by the way over half the station had disintegrated. Of all the things to have survived, there were a couple capital gun emplacements and a recharge node. Which, actually, was still providing power off of a deployed solar sail that automatically reacted when we jumped in system. We could never move it, but it wet the appetites of my crew to continue on. It would also make a loot of what we would do in the future possible.
With coordinates fed from the last directional array on the station, we gleaned information that Amaris warships had hit the station with their pants around their ankles. Not expecting its firepower the station cut two of the three ships apart before they really got moving. The third nuked the hell out it and jumped on after taking a pounding from her guns. The other two warships looked as if they had drifted into the gravity well of a nearby lifeless planetoid, and crashed there. So, we followed the blood trail a little longer. The next jump brought us to the graveyeard of two warships that had apparently nuked one another into oblivion. An Amaris ship and an SLDF ship. there was nothing left but melted scrap of the two vessels and a transponder that pointed deeper in system. Looks like the Amaris dropships had no where else to go, but to hit the SLDF base.
It wasn't so much a military base as it was an extensive and really old research base. There was one intact union dropship here, and the rest had been wiped out by the installation's fixed guns that were apparently slagged on approach. Dozens of annihilated aerospace fighters littered the atmosphere deprived sky. Some salvage here, more armor plating than anything else. The base itself was the real tomb. The scientists, who could not win against the massed forces against them fled deep into the complex, to places where the Amaris mechs could not follow. The Amaris pursuit became a foot battle until the scientists evacuated all the air in the complex, killing the Amaris troops and themselves as well. We had the air running on centuries old air reprocessors in a couple of days.
Yes, my father would be happy with the dropship even if it was mangled (which it was). He might be happier by the dozen Aramis mechs we found largely intact. Looked like the others had been tactical nuked on approach from their dropship. The old SLDF armories produced a handful of working laser pistols and rifles. The real treasure was the LAM cache, the spare conversion equipment and a partial assembly line. The brilliant scientists here had been working on hammering out issues with the 55 ton variants that didn't convert to "Air-Mech-Mode", there was a Phoenix Hawk Prototype and one stinger and one wasp. It looked as if they had succeeded, before their untimely deaths, in getting the Shadow Hawk LAM fully prepped and converting into all three modes of flight.
We ended up bottling up everything we could and got the Overlord off the ground. We returned to my furious father, who wasn't all that furious anymore after I presented him with twelve pristine mechs and a massive dropship, while mangled, was still a massive combat dropship. It was here that he said I could have whatever I wanted. It was here that my plan was born.
I wanted three things. I told him to procure me the leading or last LAM scientist or group of them, because there had to be someone brilliant left. He procured for me an aerospace scientist, a mech scientist and a VTOL expert. The second I told him I wanted to be trained as both an Aerospace Pilot and a Mech Pilot. He agreed and my house education began in full shortly afterward.
We got the scientists working on the LAM project and started to resurrect the old data and the assembly. By the time I graduated both legs of my training I had already gleaned practical knowledge about the LAMs. I spent another year pouring over the data with the scientists as well. The scientists actually did a good job seeing as all the research was right in front of them in the data banks. However, it took them about six years to absorb what they were learning and really get rolling. Producing one LAM at an incredibly slow pace... It’s not what my father was expecting, but it was easy to forget about when they were housed at the old SLDF base and were something like 105 light years away. I can't say the scientists minded, though eating MREs for an extended period of time had to get old, especially when they were centuries old.
I did my first tour of duty as a Pirate commander in the service of my Father. I was piloting the newly christened Shadow Hawk LAM, and I was very effective in taking out the targets that I was assigned. Most worlds had no idea what I was or who we were, at least, until it was too late. During that tour, I laid out my plans for leaving my father’s employ.
My second tour began with my exodus from Butte Hold, and I left the world guns’o’blazin. I didn’t have the ability to evacuate the scientists with me so, I did the next best thing. I took the plans as well as nearly ten years of additional research for the LAMS with me, then wiped the database. On my way out of the SLDF installation, I shot up the three remaining prototypes on the way out . Seeing as they were the only defenses the base had and also the fact that two of the three were powered down. The Phoenix Hawk and I dueled for a while, but seeing as the pilot I faced had no experience as an Aerospace pilot… Let’s just say that he lost, spectacularly, after slamming into a structure in Air Mech Mode. Then I kind of opened up his power core with a couple alpha strikes…
I picked up a contract on the Mercenary’s Star for a unit serving the Federated Suns in the war of 39. I had a lot of fun, and I also lost my Shadow Hawk LAM in the fighting. What I was able to salvage, in the end, was enough to buy myself a crappy light mech replacement. Whatever works, at least I was still alive. I needed to get into something real, where I could use the plans for the LAMs I had. A place where I could receive some recognition and actually use as a basis for recovering the assembly line my father still had. I needed to be part of a unit where I was a stake holder. I found that very opportunity in 3041 and took the loans to get the unit rolling.
Only time will tell as to what the future will bring.
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