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srwug_alpha_rp2012-09-20 11:10 am
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Clan Wolf-in-Exile
Despite helping out with the repairs on the Chalice, you may have noticed some of the clanners being more restless than usual.
[1]
On this particular day, a rather large screen had been set up together with communication consoles at an unused corner of the hangar. Several clanners had gathered – including former bondsmen. The dire wolf pups were there as well, sniffing about curiously.
Ranna spoke softly to someone over the comms, before ending it with “Aff, my Khan.”
She switched on the video feed on the screen – it was Earth orbit again, except as the screen panned out, a ship almost a mile long went by. It was followed by another ship that was almost 900m long, both carrying the insignia of Clan Wolf. Both appeared damage, though around them were aerospace fighters and dropships flying escorts. The view continued to panned, as the main bulk of the exiled Wolves appeared.
Tens of jumpships, with hundreds of dropships trailed the 2 warships. There were various different designs, and many of them were visibly unarmed.
A secondary display on the screen showed their telemetry, and their intended destination as some of the dropships began their descent into atmosphere – Siberia.
At this, most of the clanners and even some of the wolf pups were silent, watching the screen intently.
Clan Wolf had completed its own Exodus, not unlike their Great Father many centuries ago.
[2]
The aftermath of the first landings were hectic, as Ranna and her fellow clanners took in reports of their available strength.
Finally there were some breather, and Ranna stared at the clipboard in her hand, a list of ship names apparent. Her attention was focused on the final ship listed.
Mother Jocasta, Cameron-class Battlecruiser
She crossed out some words and corrected it with a marker.
Ulric KerenskyMother Jocasta, Cameron-class Battlecruiser
She sighed softly.
[1]
On this particular day, a rather large screen had been set up together with communication consoles at an unused corner of the hangar. Several clanners had gathered – including former bondsmen. The dire wolf pups were there as well, sniffing about curiously.
Ranna spoke softly to someone over the comms, before ending it with “Aff, my Khan.”
She switched on the video feed on the screen – it was Earth orbit again, except as the screen panned out, a ship almost a mile long went by. It was followed by another ship that was almost 900m long, both carrying the insignia of Clan Wolf. Both appeared damage, though around them were aerospace fighters and dropships flying escorts. The view continued to panned, as the main bulk of the exiled Wolves appeared.
Tens of jumpships, with hundreds of dropships trailed the 2 warships. There were various different designs, and many of them were visibly unarmed.
A secondary display on the screen showed their telemetry, and their intended destination as some of the dropships began their descent into atmosphere – Siberia.
At this, most of the clanners and even some of the wolf pups were silent, watching the screen intently.
Clan Wolf had completed its own Exodus, not unlike their Great Father many centuries ago.
[2]
The aftermath of the first landings were hectic, as Ranna and her fellow clanners took in reports of their available strength.
Finally there were some breather, and Ranna stared at the clipboard in her hand, a list of ship names apparent. Her attention was focused on the final ship listed.
Mother Jocasta, Cameron-class Battlecruiser
She crossed out some words and corrected it with a marker.
Ulric Kerensky
She sighed softly.
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Ranna continues her poker-face and tone. She had to be going somewhere with all this questioning, right?
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He raised his eyebrow, trying to puzzle out exactly that question.
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Ranna pauses for a moment.
"If she wish to learn, we can teach, quiaff? Much like Natasha did with the Dragoons and Phelan."
The former remained their own independant entity, of course.
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"Aff. Natasha has chosen her, actually. She will not let anyone else bathe her."
The black wolf pup, not the deceased Black Widow in this case.
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Just because he had converted to the Warden cause did not make him lose any of his ambition, as that analogy showed.
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"There are many whose potential would be brought out within the Clan way of life, quiaff?" She asks almost rhetorically.
"Tell me, Star Captain - What specific potential or abilities do you think our Khan possessed, for him to be adopted?"
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Resnick disliked the feeling of being quizzed. Still, he was still in the sibko when that had happened, and so could only hear about it second hand.
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"I taught him the way of our Clan. But he needed no lessons in honor, Star Captain. It is quite possible he know it better than many of our warriors, especially those from certain other Clans."
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Ranna nods, her face expressionless since that smile earlier.
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He thought back to who they'd been taking as bondsmen recently. Mad stacked up favorably against the ones from the Siberian Railroad.
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"Aff, I do."
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"Speak it then, for we are getting nowhere."
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Ranna continues without waiting for a response.
"Furthermore, I do not see being a member of Clan Wolf as a necessity for her. We have our own history and culture. Even the Star League that the Great Father loved so much was not a single entity, quiaff?
The various Houses enjoyed much autonomy as a member of the League. Just like the Chalice, we can work together with a single goal without requiring them to convert to our ways."
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If he had a convienent table he would have hit it with his palm and leaned on it.
"We should be searching for worthy recruits...and she is far worthier than the ones we took from the Siberian Railway. Allies are good, but not enough. We need to fill out our touman with good Clansmen or even our prowess in battle will not be enough the next time the Word sponsors an attack on us."
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"When have we 'search for worthy recruits'? We are Clan Wolf because of how we were brought up, because of our culture, our duty and honor, quiaff? We do not 'conscript' or open ourselves up for enlistment like the Houses when we lack numbers. We have sibkos for a reason, even if not numerous at the moment.
We adjust and reconsolidate our Touman if necessary. How many frontline and garrison Galaxies did we have? It sufficed for the entire Occupation Zone.
We only have to defend one city and the surrounding domes. And we already have two understrength Galaxies."
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He snatched up a data tablet and did a minute's searching. After an uncomfortable length of time he had what he needed: footage of military parades for various Earthling factions and a clip of the fight with the Harvesters, courtesy YouChalice.
"In comparison to these. There is more military strength here on Terra than some Successor States. And most of it is hostile. We could survive that by pulling inwards, or offering ourselves as mercs. But that is not our way. We expand or we die, and since our normal method of expansion is not available, we must find a new one."
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Ranna shakes her head. This was a common mistake made by her fellow warriors.
"Our normal method of expansion is available. We have brought over our infrastructure. We have our fabrication factories with us. Our gene repositories. Many of our castes joined us in our exile."