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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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Just as certain bloodnames have been eliminated."
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"It is a relief having some naval support. It did not sit right with me knowing that the Federation or Axis Zeon could bombard us any time they wished."
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"Would they? They do not place the same importance on Terra as us?"
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Ranna was confused about that initially.
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"The Terrans place a large importance on gender. She told me there was no way for her to be a mechwarrior otherwise. I have seen her in battle and I have seen her challenge men larger than me to defend civilians. She has been practicing with the elementals and has read my copy of The Remembrance. In all things I have seen her uphold honorable behavior, except for as you said, hiding her true gender. With that in mind, I want to offer her a place among us as a bondsman, and then a Warrior if she passes her Trial."
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"Bondsman? Did she defect to the enemy, and thus we will meet her in combat?"
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Ranna's tone is level, even as she tilts her head.
"Did she express an interest in joining us, Star Captain?"
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Mad hadn't quite connected the dots about Phelan. Not for the last time, Resnick envied Ranna's poker face. It was very hard to tell what she was thinking when she used it.
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Ranna continues, her face still not giving anything away.
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It was also frustrating, giving him no idea how well he was pleading his case.
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Indeed, it wasn't Mad he had to watch out for but someone much more innocuous seeming...
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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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