1.
Computer is borked.
Cat messed with keyboard and mouse.
Getting frustrated.
2.
Joints pop as I walk.
Injuries that did not heal.
Snap. Pop. Snap. Pop. Snap.
3.
Still more weather woes.
Rain then sun with no logic.
I thought Spring was here.
[25] New Toys, Old Fires
It has come to my attention that some people are confused as to how so much could have happened, one incident right after the other, in the relatively short space of time between my arrival on Solaris and the Blakist invasion a few years later. In particular, at least one person has alleged that my narrative should have already served to cover the span of time in question. The truth of the matter is that many of these events happened simultaneously, and I have simply been focusing on each event one at a time for the sake of clarity. My associates and I have been attempting to reconstruct the timeline of events as we
"Talcum 2, reporting in," he said into the comms. "We've broken them; it's just a mop-up operation now."
"Understood, Talcum 2," his commander replied. "Be careful, Michael; they might still try one last feint."
"Wouldn't surprise me."
For centuries, Paris had been regarded as one of the most important cities in the entire Inner Sphere in terms of culture and education. While the Amaris Coup had briefly brought a halt to this as part of the devastation that covered the entire planet, the city succeeded in rebuilding itself and reclaiming its title. That is, until the Word of Blake took over the planet. Now it was back to square one.
By al
Sometimes, life has an odd way of working out. For starters, the final three storefronts in the strip bugged out, each one having been lured to strip malls elsewhere in the city. I bought them off of the owner, completing my ownership of the strip; Olympus Drive, as it would soon be re-named, was now entirely in my possession.
And I didn't have to wait very long for a new tenant, either. It seems that the Simmons Corporation was looking to open up a used vehicle lot in the area, and the now-empty half of the strip corresponded exactly to where their site placement software predicted would be the best spot. The plan was that they would leas
[23] A Mon-umental Mistake
Although it might seem like a side-story right now, Maxwell related a story to me one Sunday, about a month after the incident with the cow and the reporter, that wound up setting the stage for later incidents. As such, in order to understand some of what was to happen, I need to go ahead and explain it. Fortunately, he left me a fair amount of documentation to back up what was going on.
Apparently, between the introduction of Terran animal species to the planet and the forcible changes to the environment from the centuries of warfare (warfare that included NBC weaponry – nuclear, biological, and chemical)
Back during Bulldog there was a rather famous (now somewhat infamous) group of mech pilots that operated within the Lyran ranks. The leader, whose trademarks consisted of his perpetual smoking and his wearing a beret no matter what his uniform, piloted one of the rare Avatar units that had been given to the LAAF. His henchmen consisted of a thug type that piloted a captured Thor and a mad scientist type that piloted a captured Loki.
On the surface, the three were legendary pilots who could just plow on through whatever enemy forces came their way, their only help being a fourth pilot that they would select to go with them each mission as a
I gently eased the mech hauler back into the bay, already frustrated after a long morning. A few days back, a Liao pilot fired off a challenge at me. It was his big brother's Orion that I had trashed in my first match, and he was in the mood for a little bit of payback. He claimed that he had been watching me for some time, and as such alleged that I was a one-trick pony whose tactics were nothing more than "use my Shad to run away until I can get a lucky shot off". He claimed that he wanted to duel me in a battle, and that he wanted the battle to take place in The Jungle. Why he waited so long to get back at me was anyone's guess, but a cha
An Account Of The Liberation... by Ironhold, literature
Literature
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
Well, 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 f