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[an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com]

[1: Network//Public]

As Hayato Jin has outlined the Invaders for us, it is only fair that I do the same for the opponents we fought from my universe. What you met out there was not Clan Jade Falcon as we had originally thought. It was The Word Of Blake.

Let me briefly explain their history. Three hundred and fifty years ago in my universe, The Star League united interstellar civilization. When the Star League collapsed, two of its greatest institutions went their seperate ways. The Star League Defense Force exiled itself into the Deep Periphery, where we would become The Clans. The Star League Communications Service, which was responsible for faster than light communication throughout the Inner Sphere and Periphery, became Comstar. Comstar gradually developed a mystical bent, seeing technology as sacred and carefully guarding it against the ravages of the Succession Wars.

It is ironic that we would clash, but we two descendants of The Star League did, on the world of Tukayyid. As a result of the defeat of the other Clans, we signed a fifteen year truce. Primus Anastasius Focht began reforms of Comstar immediately afterwards, secularising it.

The more conservative parts of Comstar split off to become The Word Of Blake. They see themselves as holy warriors. Ambushes, killing noncoms, false flag operations, they do not shy away from any of these dezgra tactics.

That is our enemy. They intercepted the Jade Falcons and pretended to be them to try to lure us into a trap.

It was...only the quick thinking of Star Captain Ranna that prevented the jaws from closing around us.

[2: Action]

After the Blakists dropping artillery on their heads, Resnick can be found in the gym, pounding on the bag. He grunts with each shot that lifts it on its chains, rattling them. This is not a display of finesse and technique. It's a man letting off steam.

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[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

[Mad soon enters the gym herself, rubbing at her arms repeatedly and looking otherwise nervous.]

Jeezus ech christ I don't wanna ever get into something like that again...

[Invaders, artillery barrages and Magma...a shocking combination that's really shaken Mad up.]

Working off some steam after that mess out there Big Dog?

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[an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com]

[He nods and wipes his brow. Bag ain't getting any deader. He stops it with a hook, takes the bag gloves off.]

Aff. No isorla, no bondsmen, our best two commanders are apparently dead, the Word Of Blake is here and the Invaders are stronger.

[He manages a weak grin.]

But I was impressed with your performance.

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

That's... something I guess.

[Mad exhales sharply before getting onto the treadmills, hoping to run off the frustration and shock and starts it up.]

But... 's probably better those two are gone... it'd be worse if it was something else things considered..

[Yes. Invader central.]

[an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com]

[He shudders. An invaderized Ulric and Black Widow...everyone would be fucked. Of course Ulric would find a way to turn it around on them and Natasha would blow herself up first.]

Aff, but do not express that sentiment around Star Captain Ranna. Ulric Kerensky was her mentor and genefather.

Taking down a Kit Fox and a Summoner is not an easy feat...just remember the pilots were not Clan. If one of the other Clans do show up, they will not be so deceptive, but they will be much more skilled.

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

I'll try to keep my mouth shut around the boss lady.. got it..

[Mad knew she'd cave in a few heads if anyone talked flak about her own dad...]

And if those other Clans are plenty tough... good! The tougher guys I fight... the better a pilot I can get to be.

[She's certainly looking forward to an actual fight.]

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[hobo_lantern]

Hey warrior guy. I'm sorry I didn't got the chance to join your fight. I guess it's not all according to plan?

[an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com]

[He stops the bag swinging, wipes his brow and takes off the gloves.]

Neg. It was not the Falcons at all, but the Word Of Blake disguised as them. They dropped artillery on us while they issued their false batchall. To make it worse, they made a foolish alliance with the Invaders.

[hobo_lantern]

Man, and I thought all of your people are awesome honored warriors like you.

And they seriously allied themselves with the invaders? Really? Are they insane or what? It's even worse than suicidal! Even I know it's the stupidest thing ever. Suicidal only makes you die.

[an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com]

The Clan population is small compared to that of the Inner Sphere. Our homeworlds are only marginally habitable. And Warrios are only one of five castes.

They must have thought they could play Doctor K. Clearly he had the same idea. But if the Blakists learn how to replicate the Invaders or the Invaders absorb Blakist knowledge...[He shudders]

[hobo_lantern]

I guess elite warriors are going to be elite warriors anywhere.

Anyway, don't worry. They're sneaky because they know it that you're better than them. You can defeat them anytime!

[hobo_lantern]

I guess elite warriors are going to be elite warriors anywhere.

Anyway, don't worry. They're sneaky because they know it that you're better than them. You can defeat them anytime!

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[saikyocivrobo]

More religious fanatics. Great. Just what we needed.

[an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com]

And they have portable HPGs. Which means they will begin renting that technology to other factions, as they do in my universe.

[saikyocivrobo]

What's an HPG? I'm not very proficient in military jargon from another reality, I'm afraid.

[an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com]

Hyper Pulse Generator. Faster than light communication.

[aprimeanswer.livejournal.com]

[PRIME understood about half of that...]

Your League seems very much similar to ours, but on a much grander scale. A group of united corporations who hire mercenaries to do their dirty work and infighting for them...

[an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com]

The SLDF were not mercenaries! [Touched a nerve there.]

[aprimeanswer.livejournal.com]

Each corporation was backed by their own private group of pilots, who, though loyal to their own corporation, or "clan", if you will, were not publically owned by them. Business practices, you know, can't have a private army...

...even now, shades of that still remain. My partner carries a flame for his dead clan of Rayleonard, while I support the corporation that bred me as their champion, OMER. Is it not similar to your own world, Alpha Wolf?

[an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com]

Then they farmed their dirty work out to real Warriors while avoiding responsibility for it. Merchants do not command Warriors among us, not even among the Diamond Sharks.

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[can_not_fly]

[And there's what looks like a fifteen year old (with wings and a toga - not weird at all, no sir) entering in the gym, looking around everything curiously and chatting with a voice coming from who knows where]

I wonder what this is for?
This is a training room for humans.
A bicycle stuck to the ground...? What good is that?

[...and so on and so forth. In the end he does approach Resnick, greeting him energetically, clearly oblivious to his frustration] Hey there! Nice to meet you! What are you doing?

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[an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com]

[Resnick grunts out a few more shots, steadfastly ignoring anything until his round ends. The timer beeps, he pushes it and takes off his gloves.]

It is a heavy bag. You hit it to develop power.

[The wings and halo flabbergast him much less than him not knowing what basic gym equipment is.]

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[can_not_fly]

Ohhhh... well that seems easier than angel training! Can I try? You just hit the bag strongly, right?

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[an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com]

There is technique to it. [Amused by this, Resnick mimes a hook.] The shoulders, hips and foot must all turn over. [He's forgotten, however, to give Pit bag gloves to protect his hands.]

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[emorangerpink]

It wasn't what you were hoping for.

[Laura's just watching. Her own routine can wait, for now.]

[an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com]

[He grunts out a few last hits, like he has some kindof personal grudge against the bag, before the timer beeps. He pulls the gloves off and snatches up a towel.]

Neg, it was not. It was not the Jade Falcons at all, but the Word Of Blake. They issued a false batchall, then dropped artillery on our heads. Our cluster took losses and apparently back in the Occupation Zone, our best two leaders are dead.