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Origins and History:
On November 16, 3029, news came that the St. Ives Commonality had seceded from the Capellan Confederation. This was mainly the work of Candace Liao, Duchess of the St. Ives Commonality and lover of Justin Xiang Allard. Though as ambitious as the other members of her family, she had shown more concern for her people than had the other Liaos. When confronted with the true identity of the man she loved and the threat of losing him, Duchess Liao chose to leave the Confederation and represent her people's interest from the court of New Avalon instead of trying to battle the Davion war machine.
Then, as now, it is ruled by Candace Liao, one of Maximilian Liao's daughters. Ever since Candace left the Confederation and married Justin Xiang, a close confederate of Hanse Davion, her small realm has maintained a close affiliation with the Federated Commonwealth. The Compact might have been absorbed into the Federated Commonwealth, much as the short-lived Tikonov Free Republic has been, but Candace staunchly asserted her realm's autonomy. Perhaps she feared that any other position would have driven her sister Romano Liao to a frenzied attack that might have damaged the Compact's worlds. Now that the apparently more rational Sun-Tzu has replaced Romano on the throne, the fate of the St. Ives Compact may also change.
3058 Update:
Curiously untouched by the Capellan Confederation and Free Worlds League during those states' invasion of the Sarna March, the St. Ives Compact has continued to prosper in the years since 3056. As events unfolded in the Inner Sphere, the First St. Ives Lancers, with Kai in command, was sent to the Free Rasalhague Republic planet of Tukayyid at the rest of ComStar Precentor Martial Anastasius Focht, along with forces from the Federated Commonwealth and Draconis Combine, to train how to fight the Clans against ComStar's Invader Galaxy.
While on the way, incidents in the Lyran Alliance drew the force's attention away from training. Sending the First St. Ives Lancers to assist in the defense of Coventry against Clan Jade Falcon Khan Marthe Pryde's drive into the Lyran Alliance, the Compact has maintained its place of respect in the Inner Sphere.
Kai Allard-Liao, now married to Deidre Lear and father of two, has worked through his previous troubles and has risen to surpass all expectations of him. Heir to the St. Ives Compact throne, Kai promises to be a thorn in the side of Sun-Tzu Liao's Capellan Confederation and the Compact is bound to prosper under his rule.
St. Ives, capital of the St. Ives Compact
World Name: St. Ives
Star Type: G8V
Position in System: 3
Time to Jump Point: 6 days
Recharging Station: zenith, nadir
Planetary Diem: Lady Candace Liao
ComStar Facility Class: A
ComStar Representative: Precentor Ari Gorton
Population: 5,619,000,000
Percentage and Level of Native Life: 15%, Plant
Capital of the St. Ives Compact, St. Ives is ruled by Candace Liao and is a major 'Mech producing center and home to the St. Ives Armored Cavalry, which maintains a permanent garrison on the planet. Historically a leader in the production of electronics, St. Ives currently hosts the largest concentration of electronics and avionics manufacturing centers in the Compact and formerly in the Capellan Confederation, as well as the most extensive AeroSpace fighter production center in the region. It was one of the most important and most heavily defended of the House Liao worlds.
St. Ives is honeycombed with vast underground factory complexes invulnerable to all but the most costly man-to-man actions, making a full-scale conquest of the planet unlikely.
St. Ives Compact Armed Forces (Deployment as of 3054):
This tiny young state has been unable to expand its holdings, and periodic raids by House Liao seem intended to maintain that status quo. During the Clan invasion, the St. Ives Compact provided naval aid to House Davion to reinforce Steiner space, the full extent of their involvement in the conflict. Nothing of significance has changed for the Compact in the last five years, and it appears that state of affairs will continue for at least the next five years.
Commander: Duchess Candace Liao
AFFC Liason: General Simone Devon
Regular Mech Strength: 6 Regiments, 1 Battalion
Mercenary Mech Strength: 1 Regiment
Format for listing Armed forces:
Unit Name
Experience, Regiments, Homeworld
CO
1st St. Ives Lancers
Veteran, 1, St. Ives
(CO: Colonel Caroline S)
2nd St. Ives Lancers
Veteran, 0.33, Armaxa
Regular, 0.33, Nashuar
Regular, 0.33, Taga
(CO: Colonel Timothy Bairn)
St. Ives Cheveau Legers
Veteran, 1, Indicass
(CO: Colonel Cynthia Kerr)
St. Ives Acad Traing Grp Batt
Green, 0.33, St. Ives
(CO: Leftenant General Christian Boehmer)
Raymond's Armored Cavalry
Regular, 1, Brighton
(CO: Colonel Samuel Raymond)
Blackwind Lancers
Regular, 0.33, Milos
Regular, 0.33, Denbar
Green, 0.33, Texlos
(CO: Colonel Leonid Perrin)
Aliesha's Mounted Fusiliers
Regular, 1, Vestallas
(CO: Colonel Aliesha Carling)
1st Illician Lancers
Regular, 0.33, Texlos
Veteran, 0.33, Texlos
Veteran, 0.33, Ambergrist
(CO: General Brenda Bradley)
Ripped with pride from these various sites:
rom.oit.gatech.edu/comstar/ismap/
www.wbu-bt.com/Blackwind_Lancers.htm
www.sarna.net/btech/BIA/history.shtml
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Knowledge is power... has been since time eternal. Arcane knowledge is thereby ultimate power and can
therefore lead to ultimate corruption. Wisdom (and the experience that comes with age) is a serum for corruption.
Perhaps that is why there are so many Old Men with Arcane knowledge and so few young ones...
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Posted - Jan 22 2003 : 01:22:25
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May 12, 2001.
Festus-OMO was sent to St. Ives as an ambassador of, well, OMO.
Upon her first face to face meeting with Festus, Candace was mesmerized by his rugged good looks and funny way of talkin'.
After a private dinner for two, consisting of pheasant under glass for Candace and Franks & Beans for Festus, washed down with 100 year old wine, and a keg of fine Canadian Brewski, Festus proposed a new order in St. Ives.
Negotiations went smoothly, aided by the booze, and soon Festus presented Candace with his "Towering Totem of Love" and, a-hem...., nailed Candace right on the dinner table, between the Angel food cake and the Imodium.
The only slight disturbance occured when her Major Domo knocked on the dining hall door to ask what all the yippy-kia-yaying was all about.
Candace assured him she had Ambassador Festus "well in hand", and that negotations were about to come to a head.
It was close but Festus did not prematurely end negotiations, instead rode the Dutchess in, I mean ON, a variety of positions until she was
satisfied.
Rest assured Fellow OMO's, I have paved the way for our arrival, and the beer is chillin'. "Candace hon, git me another brew would ya?"
Posted by: FestusOMO
(5/11/01 9:01:47 pm)
Festus' siggy quote at the time: "The onliest thing you git from stradlin' the fence is a sore backside."
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Posted - Jan 22 2003 : 01:32:10
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Arcane was sitting in brig of the Dropship Geriatrix, on another frickin day of guard duty. From his chair, he cast a glance over his shoulder to see what the hell all the commotion coming from the cells was about.
Go figure, he shook his head. Yep, that's right, it was Festus layin on the bunk tossin' an' turnin', sweatin' off another night of drinking too much of something called Canadian Brewski. Most the other guys called it goat piss but, whatever, Festus drank more than his share, so... the CO always made it a point to bring plenty aboard. Besides that it was dirt cheap and kept Festus content... most of the time.
They were supposed to be on a mission to St. Ives to propose a new order, Old Ministers Online, to the beautiful and powerful Candace Liao, Duchess of the St. Ives Commonality. But things had taken a slight turn for the worse. The dropship had run afoul engine problems and was currently drifting in space while the engineers did their magic. The delay had frustrated Festus to the point of insanity as he was seriously infatuated with the lovely Candace.
The noise from Festus' cell was getting to be pretty unbearable, with Festus mumbling some crap about a Towering Totem and a glove. Well, Arcane thought to himself, I ain't gona let this BS go on any longer... He got up, walked over to the void and opened the hatch. Reaching inside he pulls out a bucket and proceeds to fill it with water from the head nearby.
"The onliest thing you git from stradlin' the fence is a sore backside", christ almight, this was one sorry ass MechWarrior. There he was stradlin' the bed rail frame in his sleep. He had a crap eatin grin on his face and drool running down his chin.
"Damn it, Festus!", Arcane yelled. Old Festus, he just kept on doin what ever it was he was doing.
Well, no one could ever say that Arcane was one to have any patience so...
Whoosh!! SPLASH!!!
Festus jumped up, being startled awake and still a little drunk, hit his head on the bulkhead and fell down.
"Waul dab nab it, Candace, whad ya go un' do that fur?", Festus exclaimed.
"Candace", Arcane spit out with venomous tone, "Festus, WTF are you talking about? You're in the brig, a-hole, and I'm here on duty 'cause of you. Wake the F up and get your head on straight damn it."
"You need to get it together buddy. The techs said that we should be good to go in a couple of hours, which... means that we'll be dropping down on St. Ives within 24!!!"
"Arcane, I'm a gona have ta be a gettin my spurs on and kick yur *mumble, mumble, mumble* backside. That there was one of the bestest darned dreams I ever dun had and you went offin and woke me up"
Well, there you go, it just goes to show you that truth is in the eye (and mind) of the beholder. In Festus' case too much Canadian goat piss, I mean Brewski, had him believing that he had completed his mission and was "overly" successful.
My brothers, I hope that you have learned well from this lesson, for the War ahead will be filled with many trials and tribulations, many meant to mislead and misdirect your attention.
"Festus... your on head clean up duty, don't forget your toothbrush."
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(5/11/01 10:13:48 pm)
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Posted - Jan 22 2003 : 01:35:22
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OUCH!!!! festus u bettern not git close to me as im a carring my Florida
Gator shuckin toothpic in me hand AND GO WASH IP!!!!!!!!!!!!
DARN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: pacemakerOMO (from the cell next door)
(5/11/01 10:30:15 pm)
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Posted - Jan 22 2003 : 01:43:24
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Sheeee-it.
Mah head hurts.
Ahm sorry Arcane, ah Had NO idea thet bedpost was yur gal.
My umble apologies.
Anyone got any Aspirin?
Posted by: FestusOMO
(5/11/01 10:50:09 pm)
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Posted - Jan 22 2003 : 22:15:05
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Meanwhile in another part of the transport...
Aged is running through some maintenance tests on his Thor's targetting system.
"Hey! What's up, Aged?", asks Myopic.
"Oh, I'm just running some routine maintenance tests. You know, ... just in case, we can't convince Liao to ally with us."
"I hear there's a guy on this transport that says we could take 'em all out without any allies."
Aged checks through the test read outs. "Really? Sounds pretty bold."
"I heard he's pretty tough". replies Myopic.
Aged closes up the check panels on his Thor and climbs down to where Myopic is standing. "Hey, I'm kind of hungry. Wanna join me in the galley?"
"Sure, but I've got to take a dump first. Wait up a minute."
Myopic opens the door to the head, "Holy @#%$! What's that smell?"
"I'll bet that damn Festus is in the brig again.", says Aged.
"Look, it's bad enough we have to bring that goat piss with us because of him, but can't he, at least, keep the head clean!?!?!?"
"Well, you know how those Canadians are."
"Yeah, it's a wonder we never invaded them."
"What for? All they have up there is snow, moose and goat piss.", laughs Aged.
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
Aged and Myopic head toward the galley. "You know," says Myopic, "if this guy's right, we ought to just drop the minute we get there and take these Liaosian clowns out right here, right now."
"I hear you bro."
As he gets his "beer" from the cooler, Myopic asks, "How come we have to drink this goat piss? Festus is the only one that likes it."
"That's precisely the point.", says Aged, "He's the only one that drinks it - meaning everybody else drinks the good stuff from America. So, it doesn't last very long. And that leaves us with ..."
"Goat piss.", frowns Myopic.
"Hey, has Festus ever told you about his 'love totem' ..."
The voices of the two warriors fade into the noise of the galley...
(with apologies to Myopic for using his name )
Posted by: Aged
(5/12/01 4:02:36 pm)
Aged's siggy quote at the time: "Probably ... the toughest time ... in anyone's life ... is when you have to murder a loved one because they're the devil." - Emo Phillips
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Posted - Jan 22 2003 : 22:23:56
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Meanwhile in another part of the ship.......
Completing a quick brush over of his hair and smoothing his shirt, Festus waits by the brig door as Arcane fumbles with the lock.
"C'mon bro I gotta pee real bad and the durn bucket is full in here", Festus cajolls his jailer. Arcane doesn't respond.
"Frikin'a-hole, dumb-asz", he mutters under his breath as he hops side to side waiting for the door to open.
With a clunk the tumblers move and Arcane pulls the door open, and steps aside letting Festus out. "Man, I do need a shower in the worstest way, and hey Arcane.....no hard feelings huh?"
"Sure Fes, whatever...just don't,DON"T DO THAT!!!", Arcane barks as Festus bear hugs him and thumps his back. Unnoticed by Arcane as he is manhandled by the Burly Canuck, Festus deftly lifts his wallet out of his back pocket of his flight suit and slips it into his own.
"Dammit Festus, I'm gonna need a shower now, your filthy!"
Shrugging his shoulders, Festus moves down the hall and out of the Brig, "Ah owe ya a beer buddy, anytime!!"
Moving thru the cramped halls of the dropship, Festus looks thru Arcanes wallet until he finds a little slip of paper with some chicken scratch on it. Squinting to read it he smiles, memorizes Arcanes pass code for his mech cockpit, and tucks it back into the wallet.
"Ah'll jus' put Arcanes wallet in his locker (Fes has broken into it lots of times) and he will just think he left it in there" he chuckles to himself. "First things first tho, and I gotta have a dump. I think theres just enough room behind the pilots seat in Arcanes Thanatos. Thought I made the brig stink did he? Har har har....
About 30 minutes later, after a visit to the mechbay and a shower, Festus is trundling thru the halls when he rounds a corner and almost runs smack into Aged who is engaged in some conversation with Myopic.
Aged, one of the original OMOs, is a real piece of work. When god put him together, he musta been shopping for parts at a flea market. His hair, what he has left, is thin and greying, his back is stooped, and you'd swear that when he talks his teeth swing like a saloon door, but all in all he's a good egg, albeit a slightly addled one.
"Hey guys, I'm out!!" Festus bellows, giving Aged a playful tap on the shoulder, almost dislocating it. "Beers on me guys, if I tap a keg right now we can finish it before we hit St Ives."
Myopic and Aged glance at one another. "Ahh, jeez Fes, we can't we've got to, uummmmm, ..ummmmmm...."
"Do inventory before we hit orbit," Myopic jumps in.
"Yeah, inventory!" Aged repeats with a look of relief. "Besides didn't you have head cleaning detail?".
"Oh Im gonna take care of that guys, but first I'm gonna re-cycle some of that beer, then ah"ll hose the turlet down real good!", Festus laughs. "If you change yur minds I'll be in the galley, ok?"
As they pass down the hallway, Festus thinks to himself, "Damn fools, I mighta given them some of the good stuff instead of that watered down Miller beer they think is from my private Canadian Stock". "Oh well, more for me and Smelly, personally I have a hard time getting a buzz on their stuff."
In the distance he hears the constant stream of verbal fireworks; "Durn cussed weasel backed, dirt eating, miserable, bug-eyed, ball busting, vacuum headed, low down dirty, stinkin' veggie eating, salamander breathed dirtballs!" Its Pacemaker practicing in the simulator again. Theres a sudden pause, an intake of breath and the verbal barrage continues..........
"Ah think I'll go look for Ginko, if he's not polishing the scope on his long range mech, I'll bet he'll be up for a beer, maybe even something stronger...." and Festus spins around and heads towards the crew quarters whistling the theme music for Hockey Night in Canada........
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Posted - Jan 22 2003 : 22:38:41
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Ah, thars a book in thar somewhere, if'n ya'll put your heads together
(real hard like). They'd never print it, but f'em, it'd be damn good
readin'.
Posted by: BackPainOMO (prophetic comment relating to a future OMO venture as pirates... )
(5/12/01 11:17:46 pm)
BackPain's siggy quote at the time: "The transition from the defensive to the offensive is one of the most delicate operations in war." - Napoleon Bonaparte
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Posted - Jan 22 2003 : 22:48:19
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Myopic turns to Aged, "Ya know, I'm getting real tired of the head smellin' like that. Maybe I should talk to his CO. Who is that? Do you know, Aged?"
"Sure, Myo. The CO in charge of custodial engineering", Aged always got a chuckle out of that title, "...is Arcane. He's always havin' to bail Festus' ass outta the brig. Eh, at least, they let him drive an old Thanny sometimes. ... Makes him feel like he's still put of the fight. Who knows, maybe they'll even let him drive one for real in a pinch."
Walking back towards their quarters, Myopic and Aged pass by Backpain's quarters. "Hey Back, you wanna go screw around with the simulator awhile. Low score buys.", asks Aged.
"Yeah, Back. C'mon it'll be fun and you need to get your head outta them books for awhile anyways."
"Nah, I've got this project due and I've been puttin' it off for too long already."
"Check out the big brain on Back...buckin' for a promotion...", laughs Aged.
"Careful dude, we'll probably be taking orders from him someday.", cautioned Myopic.
"Yeah, whatever. Ya still wanna take me on in the sim?"
"Maybe later, I'm gonna go track down Arcane and see if he can't do something to get all this @#%$ cleaned up", Myopic responds.
Myopic trots off as Aged plops down on his rack for a evening with his memories. "You know, I think I could use a nap." Drifting off to sleep (a luxury he always seemed to deprive himself of), Aged again collapses into a dreamless sleep.
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Posted - Jan 22 2003 : 22:53:44
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"Ah, mechanical sent a work order for a plumber, The zero g toilet is clogged, AGAIN!!!!!!!!." I'm tellen yous guys right now if I have to fish another one of Festus' brown eyed turd babys otta that camode, I'm gonna sew him shut. I burnt out a new lazer snake last week, and this plmubing can't take the steamin hanks hes dealing." Buttcrax scratches his head, makes an feeble attempt to hike up his britches and starts un-packing his tools.
"WTF!, It smells like goat piss in here."
Posted by: Buttcrax OMO
(5/13/01 12:13:11 pm)
Buttcrax siggy quote at the time: "OLD AGE AND TREACHERY WILL ALWAYS OVERCOME YOUTH AND SKILL"
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Posted - Jan 22 2003 : 22:57:53
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........ meanwhile...( Pacemaker ) in the simulator, raging against the sims program ; MEDIC You wait imagoing to kill, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, SAWED OFF OVERGROWN TEXAS WART HOG!!!!
I KNOW YOU GOT A MOD YOU, YOU, YOU, BARKING BUG GNAWING, GOAT PROAKING, FORLONE ISSUE OF A SPACE ALIEN'S ROMANTIC FLING AT THE NEWYORK ZOO, (gasp's for breath) YOU LIFT YOUR LEGS ON TREES, YOU REPUGNANT MOLD INGESTING, CHICKEN KISSING, PLUTTY PLUCKER!!!!!!!
YOU GET YOUR HAIR CUT AT THE DOG GROOMERS,DARN TREE HUGGER, BUG GULPING, SQUID MOLESTOR!!!!!
COME AN FIGHT FAIR DUDE,, COME ON ILL TAKE YOU AN YOUR MOD ON!!!!!!
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Posted - Jan 22 2003 : 23:01:05
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GINK! WHATS THE MATTER? ARE YA JUST PLAIN DARN BLIND????????
HEY I KNOW YOU KNOW WHAT MEDIC IS DOING, DONT ACT INNOCENT,
GINK!!!!!!!!!
ALRIGHT YOU!!!! YOU CAMEL DEFILING, DISCOGNIZANT HEIR OF A ZOOMBIE GORILLA WITH TERMINAL MANGE!!!!!!! DONT HELP A TEAM MATE DUDE SEE IF I CARE!!
Posted by: pacemakerOMO
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Posted - Jan 22 2003 : 23:06:54
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And now the rest of the story..........
Medicare dressed in his best Doctors coat, you know the one with the red cross on it and that little pocket toward the top that you can put you stethoscope thingy into, strolls down the dimly lit halls and hears something strange. As he rounds the corner and spots the head in the distance, he notices a horrible sight. Thinking to himself...... "I don't remember a space window in this corridor". Realizing the nightmare he is beholding, "OMG, its not the night moon. ITS A HALF MOON. ::Grabs mouth to hold back vomit::" Just then Buttcrax, mumbling obscenities, is backing out of the head pulling the laser snake with a footlong turd with two eyes on it.
Posted by: MediCareOMO
(5/14/01 8:10:22 am)
Edited by: MediCareOMO at: 5/14/01 8:11:33 am
Medicare's siggy quote at the time: "Nulli Secundus" Latin - "Second to None"
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Posted - Jan 22 2003 : 23:15:12
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....Corridor 2,Hanger bay 3,slot 9
Roids snoozes after having a few nips off a smuggled in 5th of good old southern bourbon,that he keeps behind the seat of his trusty Daishi,wakes himself by snoring to loudly leans forward and turns down the Lynyrd Skynyrd (he keeps some rebel music around for battle time) only to find that Medicare has run into a leg of his Daishi holding a hand over his mouth,pops open hatch,climbs down and follows Medicare to see what's up.
Roids: "Hey there Medi! whats going on?
Medi: "I just seen Buttcrax in the head,and thats not all,he was bent over!!
Roids: "Wha...
Medi: "Wait theres more,He had his laser snake and on the end of......
Roids: "Whoa there Medi,dont need no details,it was Festus right?"
Medi: "Yeah! he must have been on another one of his binges"
Roids: "Good God Man!!! here have a sip of this to calm your nerves,it must have been down right horrible"..*Shivers*
Medi: " you know,when i was in med school I once seen......
3 hours later, there is Drunken laughter and loud Rebellious music echoing down corridor 2 and the sound of Nurses..............................
Posted by: ROIDS OMO
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Edited by: ROIDS OMO at: 5/14/01 9:18:14 am
Roid's siggy quote at the time: "Reality is merely an illusion,albeit a very persistent one" Albert Einstein
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Posted - Jan 22 2003 : 23:21:07
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"Ya know, I haven't always been a turd rangler. I'm a trained artist." Buttcrax mumbled to himself.
"Nobody would have called Warhol every time Festus dropped some friends off at the pool."
"William Dekooning was never on anyones list to call when nature beckoned for Festus."
Buttcrax fought back a tear and tried to swallow the bitterness, but recalled the taunts of "The Picasso of poop" and "Moon boy". when a spark in the back of his mind grew into a flicker and began to illuminate a plan.
YES!
A plan of vindication and revenge
But he would need some allies.
"HMMMMMmmmmmm.... yesssss..."
He noticed that the rebellious music had been replaced by "the Best Of Bread" on a continuous loop and the laughter had diminished into hushed whispers and soft pleadings.
First I need to cleans myself of the stench that is Festus, Then I need my camera.
For the first time in a long time there was a spring in buttcrax step as he headed for the sonic disinfectors singing "All I need is the air that I breath Hmm HM HMHmmmmmm.
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Posted - Jan 22 2003 : 23:23:37
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During all this time Pickled has been waiting in the locker usually reserved for the anchor chain.
Will somone please let him out?
Pickled is getting closer to the train of thought that does not demand suicide.
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Posted - Jan 22 2003 : 23:37:47
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Aged is sitting in his car atop South Mountain, his arm around a girl and gazing at the city lights below. A sad melody wafts through the air ...
"if a picture paints a thousand words, then why can't I paint you..."
Suddenly, a light shines in Aged's eyes. It's the police. Soon he'll have a choice to make - jail or joining the armored calvary. He often wonders if he made the right choice.
Aged glances around his quarters quickly like a cornered animal and jumps from his bed. He's had "the dream" again. Whiping the cold sweat from his brow, he reassures himself that it was only a dream, that he's really still on a transport hurtling through space toward an uncertain future.
"That damn turd wrangler!!!! I'll kill him!!!! Enough with the sappy Bread music already!!!!"
"What's wrong Aged?", asks Backpain.
"Uhh, nothing ... nothing ... uhh, it's okay ... I'm okay now."
Aged's thoughts drift and he begins thinking about "A Clockwork Orange". It was such a cruel irony that Buttcrax had chosen Bread music for his practical jokes. How could Buttcrax know it would effect him that way? He couldn't. Could he?
Backpain brings Aged back into reality, "Hey, Aged, my mech's guidance system keeps crashing and I can't seem to get it to work right. Got any ideas?"
"Sure, you got a test printout?"
Backpain hands him a piece of paper. Looking up from the printout, Aged says, "This looks like the problem. There's no way you can run a Daishi on that. You must have a broken memory module somewhere."
"I can't put in a req for one now - we're almost there! What am I going to do?"
Aged scrounges underneath his rack, careful not to reveal his private stash of Samuel Adams Boston Lager, "Here you go Back, I happen to have a spare." Aged had a history of requisitioning things he didn't really need and had built up quite an inventory of spare parts. Some people joked that he had a whole mech in pieces under his rack. They were almost right.
"Would you mind helping me with something?", asked Aged.
"It depends on what it is, but sure.", says Backpain.
"The turd wrangler keeps playing that damn Bread music and baby I'm a not wantin' to hear that @#%$ anymore." Aged knew Backpain had an inventiive mind - he's been studying advanced mech design. He must have some ideas.
"This is going to take a little thought.", says Backpain, a nasty grin now covering his face.
Aged fumbles through his extensive music collection and grabs the first metal he sees. Ah, this should wash the stench of that sappy bullshit away...
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Posted - Jan 22 2003 : 23:39:51
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Pickled understands the fight that is going on and is wetting himself over anchor chains. He desperatly wants freedom to kick some butt. Perhaps he should have not risked all lives by calling people chiken. Pickled only wants to avenge all that is wrong and will go down fighting...
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Posted - Jan 22 2003 : 23:45:31
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Trundling down the halls of the Dropship Geriatrix, on his way to find the Laser Zen Master Ginko, Festus passes the Anchor locker.
The Anchor locker, a little used convention from the bygone days of sailing ships, crossing oceans to far off lands, is still found on older model dropships such as the venerable Geriatrix.
In it is found an actual anchor, this one cast in the shape of crossed OMO lightening bolts, that is used to ceremoniously tie down the dropship on a planet once the battle is won and the position is secured. These days the newer dropships anchor down using a system of rail driven spikes (similar to gauss technology) on the ships landing pads.
While the new technology is more efficient, OMO is a tradition laden group, and still prefers the Anchoring down ceremony, and subsequent party....
As he passes the locker Festus notices what appears to be a water leak, passing under the poorly sealed doorframe. Almost as if it senses him, the leak trickles to the right moving towards him. A low pitched, uninteligible mumbling comes from beyond the door.
Investigating, Festus pulls the door open.
"Keee-riste, I wus wonderin' what happened to ya Pick ol' boy! I didn't see ya in the brig, so I figured ya musta given Arcane the slip, god knows how ya did it, but ya did EH!"
Pickleds' only reponse was to lift his hanging head, drool and blow bubbles while saying, "Prss hew ma chun", which Festus instantly translated into "Bless you My Son".
Pickled, another unique individual within the OMO organization, got his nickname just the way it sounded. He was the only OMO strictly forbidden to bring any booze aboard ship, but still he managed to get loaded at least once every voyage.
Perversely, booze actually improved Pickleds ability to fight. It was found that equipping his mechs with a controlled-feed alcohol drip system improved his fighting capabilities by 40 percentage points. If not for that, and the fact that he acted as ships Chaplain, he might have been drummed out years ago. It would never happen tho, he was the conscience of OMO.
Festus's personal theory was that Pickled metabolism created blood alcohol on demand, but he couldn't convince Medicare to take samples and test his theory.
In the OMO organization every man fought, the chaplain included. Pickled hung a rosary in his mech and could be heard over Battlecom after dispatching enemy mechs, "Godspeed and may the Lord have Mercy on your smokin' carcass you jackass." Evidently he reconciled the Mechwarrior and Chaplain sides of himself by believing he was just expediting his opponents meeting with the Almighty, and some of them were overdue anyhow.
"Right then, lets get you outta here and cleaned up, we're due for planetfall in just a few hours. Let's find us Medi and he'll set ya right with a dose of De-alc and some vitamin B, tho your head will hurt like hell after, at least you'll be sober".
Ginko would have to wait, the good Lord had assigned Festus to clean up detail.
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Ginko's last memories of earth lie on the edge of Niagara falls, in a 55 gallon drum no less.Those other pussies went over in padded barrels, but not this warrior, 20 gauge tin for me. The memories quickly fade from that point, oh sure he still remember his wife and kids, but being on this dropship left him bewildered. Where am I,what's going on, ringed in his mind.
Before totally insanity consumed him he gathered his thoughts and went to sick bay for a quick go around with the doc.
"Hey Doc hows it going," he bellowed
"Had better days Gink, friken Festus.............."
"Stop right there Doc," Gink chides in,"I was wondering if you could answer a few questions for me?"
"If I can Gink what's up?"
"Well it seems everyday around this time I start hallucinating about Niagara Falls,My wife, kids then BANG I'm on this drop ship in the middle of nowhere. Man, there's a lot of pages missing. I was wondering if in my file there's any answers."
"Gink you realize that the files are confidential to everyone but me and your CO right?"
Ginko knew this and started to look despondent, "Doc, we've been friends a long time now right?"
"Sure have Gink," Doc replied
"Do this one thing for me and I'll make it up to ya. I gots to know."
A long pause entered the conversation as Doc pondered the request. Seeing Ginks desire to find out the truth has consumed him and knowing he would need the warrior in the preceding battles, the doc agreed to open his files.
"Gink I'm going to help you this time," said the doc, "but just remember the price is going to be steep."
"Steep," Ginko thought, "yea right like my sanity has a price on it."
We both walked over to the filing cabinet,weird you would have thought it would be in a data base. "Here you go Gink I'll let you look over the files, lock up when your done bro. Hope you find what your looking for." Doc leaves the room and quietly closes the hatch.
Gathering up all the wits he had left,Ginko deftly goes through every shred of paper looking for the answers.After hours of looking at his file he comes to the conclusion he should start at his last memory on earth.Scouring the papers strewed about he finds it.The Buffalo News Front Page Story headlined.......Idiot in a drum goes over falls for fun.This will surely be the start of my trail, he thinks.
After reading and rereading the article a half dozen times, he puts his head in his hands and grows quiet. The answer has to be hear it has to be. He picks up his head and looks at the article once more on the floor in front of him. His eyes begin to brighten and grow large, OMG he shouts.The date, LOOK AT THE DATE....May 14,2001.
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"where the hell is Pickled" shouted Buttcrax.
He was rattling through some pots and pans in the galley and trying to figure out how he was going to get mess on for the unit. You see, Buttcrax(and this did cause a fair amount of trepidation among the troops) was not only the turd wrangler, But he was also the cook.
Now, this combination of jobs does leave some a little queazy, but it was known for parsecs that if Buttcrax was cookin and you were invited, you did what ever you had to, to get there. Not classicaly trained but He was simply the best cook for light years.
It was a wonder how he alway found the ingredients and his food was always a masterpiece.
Pickled was his assistant. Buttrax tried to discourage the guys from calling pickled "kitchen wench" but it persisted. especialy the dynamic duo of Ginko and Festus.
"I wonder if he wandered into the chain locker again" buttcrax mumbled.
You see Butcrax need his help. Butt was in a unique position as he often catered trists and rondevous for the guys, some with individuals who would rather not have it known the certain members of royality liked to cat around a certain drop ship known for its varied and astute deciples of the art of love. In fact a list of names committed to a back corner of Butt's memory was held there incase he needed any favors.
Second, certain members were vulnerable to persuasian with their favorite dish. Buttcrax was thinking Pacemaker might just be in the mood for some alligator tail in sauce picant, andoulle sausage, redbeans and rice and some keylime pie for desert.
"Yeah, that should garner a little support".
"I wonder if Ginko has realized the signifigance of the passing of an important date"
If he didnt, Buttcrax had the key to open that memory.
The question was , would it make Ginko an allie or an enemy?
Posted by: Buttcrax OMO
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Buttcrax siggy quote at the time: Avert your eyes, dont look into the crack
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