An Account Of The Liberation...An Account Of The Liberation Of The Planet Gershwin
(edited version - suitable for public release. names of key figures have been withheld due to several figures either being underage at time of incident or holding dubious legal status.)
16 July 3075
Although a small planet located just beyond the frontier of the Lyran Alliance, Gershwin was not spared when the Word of Blake Launched its Jihad. Although a rural planet whose economy was based largely on agticulture and planned logging, the planet was rumored to house a considerable quantity of metal ore that could be mined to support those factories that the Blakist forces intended to erect in order to support their war effort and conquest of the Inner Sphere. Thus, a surprisingly large force of Blakist regulars were dispatched to the planet. In short order, both the official planetary garrison and several bandit groups that were operating in the remote reaches of the planet were broken, their survivors scattered.
Among the scattered me
Shifting Alliances, Pt. 2Well, we had secured the Toyama. Now to get it off the planet. I had a plan for how that might happen, but we were going to have to grease some palms first.
About sixty kilometers north of Solaris City is a farming and ranching community known as St. Elmo's, the name deriving from the fact that the phenomenon known as "St. Elmo’s Fire" can frequently be seen on the rocky spires and outcroppings east of town whenever a sufficiently heavy storm moves through. Aside from this little light show, the town also boasts a surprisingly large air field – large enough for a Leopard-class or another small dropship of the type to land. In fact, the city usually had two or three dropships land a week, each one representing a trader or someone else opting to land in town rather than hassle with the main starport in Solaris City itself; the starport might allow for larger ships, but whoever it is would then be required to procure trucks to get back and forth, something a lot of smaller ven
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All That GlittersIt had taken a while for everyone to get with each other, but thanks to Templar and Paladin I'd been able to bring Comstar and Rasalhague intelligence on board as partners. As much as they and Heimdall would normally have preferred to avoid each other, the simple fact that we had evidence to suggest Blakist activity on Solaris VII – in particular, the fact that the Blake forces had seemingly deployed a unit of Purifier Adaptive battle armor against us – meant that it was time for all of us to find common ground in a hurry. And so, a plan began to take shape.
In the time period since negotiations first started, I'd convinced the owner of the strip mall where I had partial stake to "sell me" a pair of conjoining storefronts. The owner was toying with the notion of divesting himself of the commercial properties he'd acquired when S7 went down in order to focus on the residential properties he had gotten, and the cash I was getting from my matches and merchandising deals was slowly helping
War ToysOne of the realities of running a mech stable is that no matter how much money and/or fame you have, it's never enough. Even bigger, more successful stables have to face the cold, hard truth of the fact that they could easily be just one or two lost matches away from financial trouble, if not outright collapse. The smart pilots make what cash they can, stash it away for the future, and remain prudent with what they say and do today so as to lengthen the time that they have until they are obligated to dip into said stash.
As such, when an opportunity for both more money and more fame headed our way, it was easy for me to talk the rest of the stable into it.
For 2300+ years now, individuals and toy companies all over known space have made military toys. Some focus on the soldiers and machines of the past. Others the soldiers and machines of the present. A few imagine what could be in the future. Every once in a while, you'll find one that runs the gamut. This includes several companies h
Personal RevelationIn 1850, Lorenzo Snow was one of several church leaders to undertake a missionary trip to Italy in the hopes of bringing the Restored Gospel to the residents of the nation. At first, their efforts in the nation were slow; although they arrived in the country in July, it took until October of that year to see their first baptism. Even then, it only came after great labors among a group of people known as the Waldenses, a persecuted religious minority that had taken up residence in the Piedmont region.
One night, he had a dream that put the matter in perspective. In the dream, he and his fellows were fishing. They were competing with numerous others who were plying the same body of water. But while he was in constant motion, the other would-be fishers were "stationary" in the water; they had their nets and lines out, but were gathering nothing despite the vast quantity of fish available. The fish he himself caught was small compared to the others he had seen, such that he was initially e
I'll Be Gnome For Christmas"Hey Steve - a question."
"We still on for 'Dungeons & Dragons' this Tuesday? I mean, since it's Christmas and all."
"Yes and no. Half of the group has plans, but the other half committed. I'll run a game, but not our regular campaign. It wouldn't be fair to the people who have to miss it."
"So it'll be a new campaign?"
"Yeah. It'll be set off in a seperate corner of the world the regular campaign is in for the sake of continuity, but separate enough to where we won't really be messing with anything."
"As part of it, though, I'd appreciate it if everyone played a character different from what you've got going in the other campaign, even if only to spice things up a little bit."
"So - no barbarian for me?"
"If you would."
"Ok... In that case, I'll be gnome for Christmas."
"You did not just say that..."