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MAME 0.217

MAME 0.217

What better way to celebrate Christmas than with a new MAME release? That’s right – MAME 0.217 is scheduled for release today. Just a reminder, this will be the last MAME release that we distribute a pre-built 32-bit Windows binary package for. Compiling for 32-bit targets will still be supported, but you’ll have to build MAME releases yourself starting from next month. This will also be the last release with source code distributed in the “zip in zip” archive format. We recommend getting source code by cloning a tagged revision from one of our version control mirrors (GitHub, GitLab or SourceForge), or you can use the P7ZIP tools to extract the self-extracting 7-Zip source archive. For MAME 0.217, we’ve switched the Windows tool chain to GCC 9.2.0, and uploaded an updated tools package (the minimum supported GCC version has not changed).
With all the housekeeping announcements out of the way, we can get to those juicy updates. The most exciting thing this month is the recovery of the Sega Model 1 coprocessor TGP programs for Star Wars Arcade and Wing War, making these games fully playable. We’ve been working on Virtua Fighter as well, and while the graphics are greatly improved, there are still some gameplay issues as of this release. In other arcade emulation news, sasuke has been busy fixing long-standing graphical issues in Nichibutsu games, and AJR has made some nice improvements to the early SNK 6502-based games.
On the home system side, there are some nice Sam Coupé improvements from TwistedTom, support for Apple II paddle controllers, a better Apple II colour palette, and significant improvements to Acorn RiscPC emulation. TV game emulation is progressing steadily, with two Lexibook systems, the Jungle Soft Zone 40, and the MiWi 16-in-1 now working.
For front-end developers, we’ve added data to the XML list format allowing you to handle software lists enabled by slot card devices (there are a few of these for Acorn and Sinclair home computers). The minimaws sample script has been updated to demonstrate a number of tasks related to handling software lists. For MAME contributors, we’ve made save state registration a bit simpler, and more manageable in the debugger.
You can get the source and Windows binary packages from the download page.

MAMETesters Bugs Fixed

New working machines

New working clones

Machines promoted to working

Clones promoted to working

New machines marked as NOT_WORKING

New clones marked as NOT_WORKING

New working software list additions

Software list items promoted to working

New NOT_WORKING software list additions

Source Changes

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MAME 0.217

MAME 0.217

What better way to celebrate Christmas than with a new MAME release? That’s right – MAME 0.217 is scheduled for release today. Just a reminder, this will be the last MAME release that we distribute a pre-built 32-bit Windows binary package for. Compiling for 32-bit targets will still be supported, but you’ll have to build MAME releases yourself starting from next month. This will also be the last release with source code distributed in the “zip in zip” archive format. We recommend getting source code by cloning a tagged revision from one of our version control mirrors (GitHub, GitLab or SourceForge), or you can use the P7ZIP tools to extract the self-extracting 7-Zip source archive. For MAME 0.217, we’ve switched the Windows tool chain to GCC 9.2.0, and uploaded an updated tools package (the minimum supported GCC version has not changed).
With all the housekeeping announcements out of the way, we can get to those juicy updates. The most exciting thing this month is the recovery of the Sega Model 1 coprocessor TGP programs for Star Wars Arcade and Wing War, making these games fully playable. We’ve been working on Virtua Fighter as well, and while the graphics are greatly improved, there are still some gameplay issues as of this release. In other arcade emulation news, sasuke has been busy fixing long-standing graphical issues in Nichibutsu games, and AJR has made some nice improvements to the early SNK 6502-based games.
On the home system side, there are some nice Sam Coupé improvements from TwistedTom, support for Apple II paddle controllers, a better Apple II colour palette, and significant improvements to Acorn RiscPC emulation. TV game emulation is progressing steadily, with two Lexibook systems, the Jungle Soft Zone 40, and the MiWi 16-in-1 now working.
For front-end developers, we’ve added data to the XML list format allowing you to handle software lists enabled by slot card devices (there are a few of these for Acorn and Sinclair home computers). The minimaws sample script has been updated to demonstrate a number of tasks related to handling software lists. For MAME contributors, we’ve made save state registration a bit simpler, and more manageable in the debugger.
You can get the source and Windows binary packages from the download page.

MAMETesters Bugs Fixed

New working machines

New working clones

Machines promoted to working

Clones promoted to working

New machines marked as NOT_WORKING

New clones marked as NOT_WORKING

New working software list additions

Software list items promoted to working

New NOT_WORKING software list additions

Source Changes

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Joe Walsh Will Not Save Us (G-File)

Dear Reader (including the poor Biden staffers who have to white-knuckle their armrests when not sucking down unfiltered Marlboros every time Joe Biden gives an interview),
If you’ve never heard the Milton Friedman shovels and spoons story, you will (and I don’t just mean here). Because everyone on the right tells some version of it at some point. The other Uncle Miltie (i.e., not the epically endowed comedic genius) goes to Asia or Africa or South America and is taken on a tour of some public works project in a developing country. Hundreds of laborers are digging with shovels. Milton asks the official in charge something like, “Why use shovels when earth moving equipment would be so much more efficient?”
The official replies that this is a jobs program and using shovels creates more jobs.
Friedman guffaws and asks, “In that case: Why not use spoons?”
The story might not be true, but the insight is timeless.
Here’s another story: When I was in college, we were debating in intro to philosophy the differences between treating men and women “equally” versus treating them the “same.” At first blush, the two things sound synonymous, but they’re not (indeed the difference illuminates the chasm of difference between classical liberalism and socialism, but that’s a topic for another day). I pointed out that there were some firefighter programs that had different physical requirements for male applicants and female ones (this was before it was particularly controversial—outside discussions of Foucault—to assume there were clear differences between sexes). Female applicants had to complete an obstacle course carrying a 100-pound dummy, but men had to carry a 200-pound dummy, or something like that. A puckish freshperson named Jonah Goldberg said: “I don’t really care if a firefighter is a man, a woman, or a gorilla, I’d just like them to be able to rescue me from a fire.”
A woman sitting in front of me wheeled around and womansplained to me that “you can always just hire two women.”
I shot back something like, “You could also hire 17 midgets, that’s not the point.”
(I apologize for using the word midget, which wasn’t on the proscribed terms list at the time.)
But here’s the thing: Sometimes it is the point. Whether you’re talking about spoons or little people, the case for efficiency is just one case among many. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s an important one, but it’s not the only one. Sometimes older children are told to bring their little brothers or sisters along on some trip. They’ll complain, “But they’ll just slow us down!” or, “But they aren’t allowed on the big kid rides.” Parents understand the point, but they are not prioritizing efficiency over love. Or, they’re prioritizing a different efficiency: Not being stuck with a little kid who’s crying all day because he or she was left behind.
One of my favorite scenes in the movie Searching for Bobby Fischer is when the chess tutor Bruce Pandolfini, played by Ben Kingsley, tells the chess prodigy’s parents that they have to forbid their son from playing pickup chess in the park because he learns bad chess habits there. The mom says “Not playing in the park would kill him. He loves it.”
Kingsley replies, accurately, that it “just makes my job harder.”
And the mom says, “Then your job is harder.”
I love that. I love it precisely because it recognizes that good parents recognize that there are trade-offs in life and that the best option isn’t always the most efficient one.
This is one of those places where you can see how wisdom and expertise can diverge from one another.
The Unity of Goodness
Efficiency can mean different things in different contexts. In business, it means profit maximization (or cost reduction, which is often the same thing). In sports, it means winning. Always giving the ball to the best player annoys the other players who want their own shot at glory, but so long as he can be counted on to score, most coaches will err on the side of winning. Starting one-legged players will wildly improve a basketball team’s diversity score, but it’s unlikely to improve the score that matters to coaches—or fans.
I’ve long argued that there’s something in the progressive mind that dislikes this whole line of thinking. They often tend to find the idea of trade-offs to be immoral or offensive. I call it the “unity of goodness” worldview. Once you develop an ear for it, you can hear it everywhere. “I refuse to believe that economic growth has to come at the expense of the environment.” “There’s no downside to putting women in combat.” “I don’t want to live in a society where families have to choose between X and Y,” or “I for one reject the idea that we have to sacrifice security for freedom—or freedom for security.” Both Bill Clinton and Barack Obama were masters at declaring that all hard choices were “false choices”—as if only mean-spirited people would say you can’t have your cake and eat it too.
Saint Greta
Nowhere is this mindset more on display in environmentalism. Everyone hawking the Green New Deal insists that it’s win-win all the way down. It’s Bastiat’s broken window parable on an industrialized scale. Spending trillions to switch to less efficient forms of energy will boost economic growth and create jobs, they insist. I’d have much more respect for these arguments if they simply acknowledged that doing a fraction of what they want will come at considerable cost.
Consider Greta Thunberg, the latest child redeemer of the climate change movement. She hates planes because they spew CO2. That’s why she sailed from Sweden to a conference in New York. As symbolism, it worked, at least for the people who already agree with her. But in economic terms, she might as well have raised the Spoon Banner off the main mast of her multi-million-dollar craft (that may have a minimal carbon footprint now, but required an enormous carbon down-payment to create). The organizers of this stunt had to fly two people to New York to bring the ship back across the Atlantic. And scores of reporters flew across the Atlantic to cover her heroic act of self-denial. Her nautical virtue signaling came at a price.
The organizers insist that they will buy carbon offsets to compensate for the damage done. But that’s just clever accounting. The cost is still real. And that’s not the only cost. It took her fifteen days to get to America. In other words, she actually proved the point of many of her critics. Fossil fuels come with costs all their own—geopolitical, environmental, etc.—but the upside of those downsides is far greater efficiency. If you want to get across the Atlantic in seven hours instead of two weeks, you need fossil fuels. The efficiency of modern technology reduces costs by giving human beings more time to do other stuff.
The Conservative Planners
The unity of goodness mindset has been spreading to the right these days as well. The new conservative critics of the free market see the efficiency of the market as a threat to other good things. And they’re right, as Joseph Schumpeter explained decades ago. For instance, just as earth-moving equipment replaces ditch-diggers in the name of efficiency, robots replace crane operators, and the communities that depended on those jobs often suffer as a result.
I have no quarrel with this observation. My problem is with the way they either sell their program as cost-free, or pretend that the right experts can run things better from Washington. They know which jobs or industries need the state to protect them from the market. They know how to run Facebook or Google to improve the Gross National Virtue Index. Many of the same people who once chuckled at the Spoons story now nod sagely. I don’t mean to say that there’s no room for government to regulate economic affairs. But I am at a loss as to why I should suspend my skepticism for right-wingers when they work from the same assumptions of the left-wingers I’ve been arguing with for decades.
Embracing Trumpism to Own Trump
Instead I want—or I guess need—to talk about another trade-off. I’ve been very reluctant to weigh in on the Joe Walsh project for a bunch of reasons. The biggest is that I am friends with some of the people cheering it on. But I think I have to offer my take.
I don’t get it.
Oh, I certainly understand the desire to see a primary challenger to Trump. I share that desire. And I understand the political calculation behind the effort. It’s like when one little league team brings in some dismayingly brawny and hirsute player from Costa Rica as a ringer. The other teams feel like they have to get their own 22-year-olds with photoshopped birth certificates in order to compete. My friend Bill Kristol is convinced that Trump must be defeated and that Walsh is just the mongoose to take on the Cobra-in-Chief.
I try not to recycle metaphors or analogies too much, but this seems like another example of a Col. Nicholson move. As I’ve written before, Col. Nicholson was the Alec Guinness character in The Bridge Over the River Kwai. The commanding officer of a contingent of mostly British POWs being held by the Japanese, Nicholson at first follows the rules and refuses to cooperate with his captors in their effort to use British captives as slave labor for a bridge project. But then his pride kicks in and he decides he will show the Japanese what real soldiering is like, agreeing to build the bridge as a demonstration of British superiority in civil engineering. [Spoiler alert] It’s only at the end of the film that he realizes that building the bridge may have been a kind of short-sighted moral victory, but in reality he was helping the Japanese kill allied troops because the bridge was going to be used for shipping Japanese troops and ammunition. When this realization finally arrives, he exclaims, “My God, what have I done?”
Walsh’s primary brief against Trump is that Trump is temperamentally unfit for office and a con man. Fair enough. But he has to focus his indictment on Trump’s erratic behavior. Why? Because he’s a terrible spokesman for much of the rest of the case against Trump. I may not call myself “Never Trump” any more, but I was in 2016. And back then, the argument against Trump wasn’t simply that he was erratic. It was also that he wasn’t a conservative, that he happily dabbled in racism and bigotry, and that he was crude, ill-informed, and narcissistically incapable of putting his personal interests and ego aside for the good of the country. I’m sure I’m leaving a few other things out. But you get the point.
Walsh may be sincere in his remorse over all the racist and incendiary things he said in the very recent past. He may regret supporting his anti-Semitic friend Paul Nehlen, though I haven’t found evidence of that. But none of that history should be seen as qualifications for the presidency, the Republican nomination, or support from conservatives.
And yet, it is precisely these things that make him attractive to his conservative supporters. Trump is an entertainer who trolls his enemies with offensive statements for attention, so let’s find someone who does the exact same thing!
Walsh may have been a one-term congressman, but his true vocation was as a shock-jock trolling provocateur. It’s ironic. As I’ve argued countless times, much of Trump’s bigotry in 2016 stemmed less from any core convictions than from a deep belief that the GOP’s base voters were bigoted and he needed to feed them red meat. Trump's reluctance to repudiate David Duke derived primarily from his ridiculous assumption that Duke had a large constituency he didn’t want to offend. He may have believed the Birther stuff, but he peddled it because that’s what his fans wanted. And Joe Walsh was one of those fans.
It may also be true that Walsh never really believed most of the bilge he was peddling and that he was doing the same thing Trump did—feeding the trolls—on a smaller scale. But if that’s the case, then he’s a con man, too.
I don’t want to beat up on Walsh too much because, again, his epiphany may be sincere. There are lots of people who pushed certain arguments too far only to recognize that the payoff was Trump and the transformation of conservatism into a form of right-wing identity politics. There are a lot of Col. Nicholsons out there. And I have too much respect for Bill Kristol to believe that he would lend his support to someone he believed to be as bigoted as the man Walsh seemed to be a few years ago.
But from where I sit, the prize we should keep our eyes on isn’t defeating Trump; it’s keeping conservatism from succumbing to Trumpism after he’s gone. This isn’t easy, and no tactic is guaranteed to be successful. We’ve never been here before. My own approach is to agree with Trump policies when I think they’re right—judges, buying Greenland, etc.—and disagreeing when they’re wrong. My own crutch is to simply tell the truth as I see it, regardless of whether it fits into some larger political agenda or strategy. Truth is always a legitimate defense of any statement.
But for those who see themselves as political players as well as public intellectuals, I think this is a terrible mistake. Intellectually and morally, the case for continued opposition to—or skepticism about, Trump cannot—or rather must not—be reduced to simple Trump hatred. But by rallying around Walsh—instead of, say, Mark Sanford, or Justin Amash, or, heh, General Mattis—that’s what it looks like. Because you can’t say, “I’m standing on principle in my opposition to a bigoted troll and con man as the leader of my party and my country and that’s why I am supporting a less successful bigoted troll and con man for president.” Walsh isn’t a conservative alternative to Trump; he’s an alternative version of Trump. And his candidacy only makes sense if you take the “binary choice” and “Flight 93” logic of 2016 and cast Trump in the role of Hillary.
Let’s imagine the Walsh gambit works beyond anyone’s dreams and Joe Walsh ends up getting the GOP nomination (a fairly ludicrous thought experiment, I know). If so, I have no doubt that my friend Bill Kristol will say, a la Col. Nicholson, “My God, what have I done.”
Various & Sundry
Canine Update: It’s good to be home. The beasts were delighted to see us. Everything is settling back to normal, except for one intriguing development. I think Zoë has finally had enough with Pippa’s tennis ball routine. The other day on the midday walk with the pack, Kirsten managed to film Zoë putting an end to the tennis ball shenanigans. She took the ball and buried it. It was, to use an inapt phrase, a baller move—and she was unapologetic about it. Maybe she just didn’t like all the commotion with the other dogs, because she’s tolerant of the tennis ball stuff again. Or maybe she was being protective of her sister given that many of the other dogs in the pack are known thieves. Regardless, they’re doing well and having fun.
If you haven’t tuned into The Remnant lately, please give it another try. The first episode of the week was with Niall Ferguson and the feedback has been great. The latest episode is with my friend and AEI colleague Adam White on all things constitutional. Word of mouth is really important in building up audiences, so if you can spread the word about The Remnant or this “news”letter, I’d be grateful.
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MAME 0.217

MAME 0.217

What better way to celebrate Christmas than with a new MAME release? That’s right – MAME 0.217 is scheduled for release today. Just a reminder, this will be the last MAME release that we distribute a pre-built 32-bit Windows binary package for. Compiling for 32-bit targets will still be supported, but you’ll have to build MAME releases yourself starting from next month. This will also be the last release with source code distributed in the “zip in zip” archive format. We recommend getting source code by cloning a tagged revision from one of our version control mirrors (GitHub, GitLab or SourceForge), or you can use the P7ZIP tools to extract the self-extracting 7-Zip source archive. For MAME 0.217, we’ve switched the Windows tool chain to GCC 9.2.0, and uploaded an updated tools package (the minimum supported GCC version has not changed).
With all the housekeeping announcements out of the way, we can get to those juicy updates. The most exciting thing this month is the recovery of the Sega Model 1 coprocessor TGP programs for Star Wars Arcade and Wing War, making these games fully playable. We’ve been working on Virtua Fighter as well, and while the graphics are greatly improved, there are still some gameplay issues as of this release. In other arcade emulation news, sasuke has been busy fixing long-standing graphical issues in Nichibutsu games, and AJR has made some nice improvements to the early SNK 6502-based games.
On the home system side, there are some nice Sam Coupé improvements from TwistedTom, support for Apple II paddle controllers, a better Apple II colour palette, and significant improvements to Acorn RiscPC emulation. TV game emulation is progressing steadily, with two Lexibook systems, the Jungle Soft Zone 40, and the MiWi 16-in-1 now working.
For front-end developers, we’ve added data to the XML list format allowing you to handle software lists enabled by slot card devices (there are a few of these for Acorn and Sinclair home computers). The minimaws sample script has been updated to demonstrate a number of tasks related to handling software lists. For MAME contributors, we’ve made save state registration a bit simpler, and more manageable in the debugger.
You can get the source and Windows binary packages from the download page.

MAMETesters Bugs Fixed

New working machines

New working clones

Machines promoted to working

Clones promoted to working

New machines marked as NOT_WORKING

New clones marked as NOT_WORKING

New working software list additions

Software list items promoted to working

New NOT_WORKING software list additions

Source Changes

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Material Differences Ch 23

My first post of September! A little tardy I know but you'll have to blame life as usual. Not much else to say except that I'm getting back into the flow so you can expect more soon.
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Jaeger slowly advanced into the lobby as he pulled Spike from his shoulder and quickly tossed the bot up onto the second level that looked down into the lobby itself. The bot quickly scurried off as Jaeger’s mask began to fill with an echo of what the bot was seeing to give him a clearer picture of everything. The Crusaders inside had been very literally cut to pieces it seemed. He spotted bullet casings and plenty of holes in the walls. But it looked like the Crusaders had been firing somewhat wildly and all around them.
Considering the Ravex already excelled in close quarters and the Crusaders in specific further dedicated themselves to melee combat it only left a few options for what came in and ripped them apart. His best guess considering the lack of thermal activity was bots. But that raised a few other questions, because last time he checked the only faction that made such heavy use of melee bots were the Crusaders themselves. It was partially cultural, but mostly for economical reasons as it was much easier to design and build bots with a sword arm or two than it was to try and copy the highly complicated intelligent warbots that the F.V.S. had employed.
If it was Crusader bots though, what made them turn? And who had activated the signal jammer? Jaeger was eternally thankful for the filters in his helmet so that he didn’t have to smell the lobby around him. Battlefields smelled bad enough, and when most of the casualties were cut open and had their guts hanging out it would be even worse. The lobby wasn’t just full of dead Crusaders however. He could see that they’d set up a camp of sorts. Desks and chairs had been dragged around in the back, and Spike was showing him echoes of a CP set up on the next level. This was obviously where the Crusaders had been holed up.
When he saw the cluster of dead Ravex around what had to be their kitchen set up in an old cafe he realized not only had they been hit in close quarters but it looked like most of them hadn’t even realized what was going on until it was too late. Whatever they’d been cooking in a big pot was still warm on his thermals. So he had entrenched Crusaders torn apart from within, by surprise? It sounded more like someone had turned their bots against them. But who? And how? He kept switching between his various vision settings trying to catch some sign of whoever was behind all this.
Thinking of bots… He carefully scanned the lobby around him and didn’t see any bot chassis. Though… he thought he could see splatters of oil, but it was hard to really tell considering all the blood and other bodily fluids smeared around the place. There’s no way the Crusaders could have all died without inflicting any casualties… which meant someone must have picked up the leftover chassis. Jaeger thought carefully about how to proceed and backed up slowly as he eyed the old employee only section of the terminal at the far end of the lobby. Then he switched over to Spike’s control and gave the little bot a quick order.
Hopping onto a nearby table for better height the bot on the second level let out a bellow as it copied a Ravex roar. A pre-recorded challenging howl for a rite of combat. Moments later the doors at the end that Jaeger had been watching burst open and he saw dozens of mantis bots rush forth, crawling up the wall as they zeroed in on Spike’s location. Jaeger quickly raised his rifle and began to fire. While the Crusaders had been attacked by surprise he was far more prepared and began to pick off the bots as the wave of them split, half climbing the walls to go after spike while the rest began to surge up the lobby towards him. The fact that they hadn’t seen him until he opened fire meant his suit’s various sensor countermeasures had been working. They couldn’t be all that sophisticated then.
Even so he kept backing up and firing as they rushed towards him. The heavy rounds of his battle rifle were slowing down the first row but the bots were more resilient than most organic targets. Realizing how quickly he could get overwhelmed he decided to use one of his more valuable toys and pulled a magnade from his harness, popping it and hurling it into the air above the rushing mantis bots. While still in midair the canister spun and took however many microseconds it needed to acquire all local targets before two dozen mini mag mines were shot out of the canister to attach to the bots and exploded a fraction of a second later. Even as Jaeger and the lobby were showered in bits of bots he was shifting his aim up to the second level.
Spike was giving some warning chirps as it scuttled and scurried away from the hostile bots chasing after it. Backing up a little he quickly gave Spike an order to climb higher, figuring the lighter bot would have an easier time climbing the columns than the mantis bots. As Spike started to skitter up the nearest column Jaeger quickly ejected his magazine and slammed in a fresh one full of armor piercing rounds. Just as the mantis bots began to tear into the column with their claws to climb after the bot he began to pop them off with relative ease. However it didn’t take long before the remaining bots finally realized he was the greater threat.
Jaeger had to engage in a very dangerous version of skeet shooting then as the bots began to leap from the second level down towards him as he shot them out of the air while backpedaling to try and get out of range of their leaps. Several came raining down across the lobby but as the final two jumped at him he had run out of bullets. Reflexively dropping his rifle one hand snapped to his sidearm while the other actually reached up, and he stepped forward rather than back to mess up the arc of the bot’s jump as he smacked it down hard before it could fully extend its claws. While this left him in the midst of pulling his sidearm up and another bot leaping at his head it was time for Spike to come to the rescue.
The smaller bot sprang down from its perch higher on the column to intercept the mantis in midair, slamming into it and grappling with it as Jeager heard Spike’s breach piston activate and smash through the center of the mantis. Now free of that threat he rushed forward and delivered a full power armor strength kick to the remaining mantis to send it sailing across the lobby and into the far wall. As it slid to the ground with a metallic clang he quickly aimed with his pistol and unloaded six shots into it for good measure.
Without any more active bots to threaten him he scanned the lobby, sidearm at the ready. Yet as he switched through his vision settings he didn’t see any other hostiles. He took a moment to replaced the pistol’s magazine with a fresh one and then retrieved his rifle to reload it as well. Dead mantis bots now littered the lobby, a few twitching or sparking as their motors and capacitors were in the midst of their robotic death throes. Jaeger gave it several seconds before he finally started to advance on the section of the building they’d all burst out of. Stepping carefully to make sure he didn’t accidentally impale his feet on any blades he approached the now open doors in the back.
Jaeger took a few slow breaths to steady himself and then advanced into the old employee only section. The first room looked to be nothing more than an old office for some manager. There were still pictures on the wall of family vacations and smiling faces, but the gash marks in the wall showed the mantis bots had been waiting inside a while. There was a door in the back that lead to a break room of sorts. However there were two dead Crusader alpha’s in four pieces spread around the room. An old vending machine in the corner had been cut in half diagonally, and one of the support columns in the center of the room had also been cut through.
Mantis bots couldn’t have done any of those things. Jaeger gave the top half of the nearest alpha a light kick for some reason. He really wasn’t sure why because as hardy as the Ravex were getting cut in half wasn’t really something anyone survived. As he stepped further into the room Spike followed along to give him a more complete echo of the space around him. He stopped as the bot revealed that a mirror along one wall was in face a one way mirror. His heat vision picking up the glow of servers or other computer equipment on the other side. Security room?
However he stopped short when the heat moved around a little. He frowned and wondered if it was a sensor glitch because it was like something small and cooler than the computers was moving around inside. Just a little, and very slowly. However he then thought about what could have cleaved through not only two Crusader alphas but a vending machine and a building pillar. Jaeger realized the danger a half second before it was too late and threw himself back just as the glass of the mirror broke inwards and a roar filled the air as a massive armored Ravex jumped through at him. A two meter long blade then swung through the air he had just inhabited as he threw himself flat onto his back. There was a moment as he got to appreciate the massive form of a Ravex Shogun in full battle regalia before he tried to kill it.
Jaeger began to lift his rifle trying to aim from the floor as the Ravex spun, its long bladed tail snapping out to grab at his rifle. Rather than try to get into a tug of war with the Ravex’s tail Jaeger let go and the Ravex stumbled slightly, obviously having expected resistance as it yanked too hard with its tail to flip the rifle away. Jaeger took the moment the Ravex needed to readjust to roll backwards and hop to his feet. However just as he reached for his sidearm once more the Ravex was barreling towards him in a shoulder charge. Jaeger threw himself sideways then, barely avoiding the xeno’s charge and rolled over on of the tables in the break room before landing on his feet.
Rather he tried to land on his feet as he found himself instead landing in the blood, guts, and stomach contents of one of the bisected alphas. Losing his footing after the roll he flopped to the ground once more as two Ravex size throwing blades sank into the wall above him as he fell. The Ravex turned to rush towards him once more but Jaeger kicked the table above him hard, sending it flying straight into the rushing xeno’s knees. It let out a pained howl as it flopped over the table, the sword falling flat onto the ground besides him. Jaeger and the xeno had a second to look at each other from where they were sprawled out on the floor before they simultaneously began to move.
Just as the Ravex grabbed the long hilt of his blade Jaeger slammed his hand on the flat part of the blade to snap it back against the ground, making the xeno hiss as its fingers were pinned. Then it swiped is free hand up as Jaeger quickly kicked the hand expecting to break the Ravex’s hand and arm together. Instead he felt the claws of the xeno sink into his foot as he let out a surprised gasp of pain. That meant the xeno had an exoframe, which helped explain his speed. The Ravex tried to wiggle its claws free from the hilt of its sword as the same time as it shook Jaeger's leg to dislodge his claws.
Jaeger was the only one with a hand free and finally grabbed his sidearm to draw it. Seeing this the Shogun’s tail swept forward, going in for Jaeger’s throat. Pushing off of the blade on the ground Jaeger brought up his arm in time for the tail to wrap around it instead of his head. He let out a hiss as the bladed tail sank through part of his gauntlet into his arm but he could finally start firing. The xeno reared up, using the sword to push off against the ground as it got back to its feet, the arm entangled with Jaeger’s foot making him flip up into the air as he was tossed against the wall. But Jaeger just kept firing his pistol even while midair and upside down.
The Ravex roared as it was struck several times and Jaeger landed in a heap against the wall. However he was able to quickly shove off of it and roll across the floor to grab his rifle that had been tossed aside earlier. As he rose up to his feet and spun around to take aim on the Shogun he was only in time to see a bright flash. His mask darkened to protect his eyes and then smoke filled the room. Smoke laced with electro chaff actually which made it nearly impossible to see anything on any of his vision settings. Nearly. Jaeger quickly switched to Spike’s echo of the room, the small bot having been either missed or ignored by the Ravex in the fight. Quickly switching over to real time displacement in the air he saw the void in the cloud of smoke, took aim, and fired.
Two bullets tore through the smoke right past where the Ravex’s head should be just as it tried to turn to run. “Don’t. Fucking. Move.” Jaeger called out and the xeno froze. Jaeger took a few slow breathes much like earlier to steady himself. “Spike, find an emergency vent or something.” He ordered and waited as the bot scurried through the broken mirror into the security room. The xeno didn’t move as he covered it with his rifle and soon the whirr of vents filled the air as the smoke was sucked up out of the room.
When the smoke cleared Ravex could more clearly see his opponent and actually take the time to study them. The Shoguns were the elite officers of the Ravex Obsidian Guard. They had massive swords, and were generally some of the few Ravex to employ exoframes or stealth fabrics. This one apparently used both, the frame must be woven into the ornate robe it was wearing. Considering both the sword and their fancy garb it was why they’d dubbed them Shoguns instead of their official names. Alpha dominus, or Dom Alpha, something Jaeger didn’t bother to remember. Jaeger could still hear Figs bitching about the name, saying there was only one Shogun at a time and that Daimyo made more sense. But everyone overruled him as they thought Shogun sounded cooler.
The Shogun before him was a male, an old one with a mix of yelloiwsh scales and white fur. He even had a long white beard which was unusual for the Ravex. He was clutching his stomach as Jaeger saw that he’d hit him in the shoulder, lower left side and right leg. “You know… if you wanted to kill me you’d have had a better chance rushing me in the lobby with the bots.” Jaeger mentioned, unsure quite how to proceed for now.
“I wasn’t expecting the dead to rise yet again. I was expecting more traitors.” The Ravex finally spoke, his voice heavy and raspy. He sounded old, though Jaeger was hardly the best judge of Ravex accents. “If you’re going to kill me get it over with. I have no time for the gloats of the dead.”
“If I wanted to kill you I would have. I don’t intend to kill you unless you try anything.” Jaeger explained and then slowly straightened up, lowering his rifle but keeping it at the ready in case he needed to snap back on target. The Ravex slowly turned back to see this and frowned.
“If you intend to torture me, that will be a lesson in futility.” The Ravex growled next.
“I don’t want to do that either you idiot. I’m on your side!” Jaeger angirly waved the barrel of his rifle at the xeno a moment.
“What are you talking about?” The Ravex asked with a deeper frown. Finally turning to face Jaeger more directly as it planted its blade in the floor, leaning against it for support.
“I want to help the Pact! I want it to succeed! If you've got that sword that means you’re Obsidian guard right? And since I highly doubt there’s more than one of you here that means you’ve got to be the boss of that pack I ran into the other day. Rockdove? Did she not tell you about me?” Jaeger asked and saw the confused look on the xeno’s face.
“So you’re real…” The xeno reached up to tap the point of one of his ivory horns. A gesture that meant they needed to remember to correct a mistake. “I believed she had not seen the dead but merely a pretender to the grave. Clearly I was mistaken.”
“Indeed. Though not all of my kind are so helpful. There are more dead pulling themselves out of their graves. Many with the same grudges and evil in their hearts as there used to be. That’s part of why I’m here. I’m searching out signs of them. Trying to find what has brought them to this region… as well as these.” Jaeger nudged the leg of the nearest dead Crusader. “If you’ve not heard of them yet there are scavs in this city and elsewhere on this planet. They call themselves Draugr. They’re the minions of a Revenant officer named Marque Malinovsky. I don’t know the full details of his operation at the end of the war, but he’s likely got one or more foundry ships, possibly in or around Binary. He’s active and trying to either bring down the Pact entirely or weaken it to create his own state with him in command.”
“Marque Malinovsky… Son of Gregor Malinovsky? The General?” As the Shogun asked that Jaeger nodded to confirm it. “Why are you telling me this?” The Ravex asked with a deep frown.
“I did just mention I want to assist the Pact right? Well… If I’m being honest I have no idea if I’ve got the resources or ability to stop him. Hell I don’t even fully know what he’s trying to do. I just know he needs to be stopped. So, if I tell you what I know maybe you can get out there and stop him. If you’re not too busy with... whatever this is.” He kicked the nearby Crusader once more. “If you have teams performing search and rescue in the area… I just don’t get who you lost. I know you Ravex don’t give a shit about your kids-”
“That’s not true.” The xeno growled out.
“I mean…” Jaeger held up a hand. “Lineage and parents aren’t the same to you as us. You separate yourselves so your accomplishments are your own and there’s no… uh… less nepotism. You’re familiar with this word? Nepotism?” Jaeger checked.
“I am.” The xeno nodded.
“Right, so if it’s not like the son or daughter of some important Ravex went missing… what gives? Did you think the Crusaders kidnapped them or something? Rockdove was acting like she didn’t expect any hostiles. Then I find Crusaders in the city, and now you. Speaking of… where’s your friend or associate or whatever?” Jaeger quickly scanned around for a moment.
“Who?” The xeno asked with the same frown.
“Whoever reprogrammed the bots?” He jerked his thumb towards the lobby.
“I did that.” The way the Shogun said it somewhat defensively made Jaeger believe him.
“Oh… I didn’t think of you Shoguns as nerdy types I guess.” Jaeger shrugged, then realized the Ravex likely had no idea what Shogun meant.
“Nerdy type? What is this… Nerdy?” Finally Jaeger had found a word the xeno didn’t know, though he didn't ask about Shogun.
“I meant tech savvy.” Jaeger explained. “I thought you all just barked orders, waved your swords at people, and got into duels.”
“In this era rife with digital threats it would be unwise to base your knowledge purely on the physical world.” The Shogun raised his snout a little as he said that and Jaeger couldn’t help but snort as his pride.
“Fair enough. So what are you and Rockdove doing around here?” Jaeger asked. But the xeno just stared him down. “I’m on your side.”
“Yes, of course you are, because there’s no guarantee that when I tell you something you think could be correct you’ll not just gun me down.” The Shogun growled out.
“True…” Jaeger nodded slowly at the xeno’s paranoia. He shifted his rifle a moment then and grabbed a biogel syringe from his harness to toss it to the Ravex only for it to bounce off the xeno’s chest. “Er… sorry… It’s… biogel.” He coughed a little and waited for the xeno to slowly and painfully reach down to grab it. “It’ll stop the bleeding at least.”
The Ravex carefully stood upright and pulled his robe aside so he could inject the gel into the wound just under his ribs. He hissed out and then repeated the process for his shoulder and leg. Once all three wounds had been closed up he slowly and carefully shrugged. It was obvious it still hurt but he wouldn’t bleed out which was the point. “I’m still not telling you anything.” Was his comment once he was satisfied with the gel’s work.
“Fine. I don’t really care. What I do care about is you hopefully not trying to kill me next time we meet. The Draugr I mentioned? They had a base, or probably still have one set up in the old war museum in the center of the city. I killed a pack of Crusaders near there the other day. They had a map that made it seem like they were sweeping the city on either side of the museum and meeting near the wharf on the coast.” He tried to think of anything else helpful to tell the xeno without telling him too much.
“If you truly wish to help the Pact why have you not turned yourself in?” The xeno asked.
“Because I’d be executed for what I did before the war. Titan isn’t really in a forgive and forget kind of mindset. This is the only way I think I can help. From the shadows. Hell you’re more likely to work with me than my own people.” Jaeger shrugged.
“I’m still not telling you anything.” The Shogun repeated.
“I told you I don’t care!” Jaeger huffed. “I’m not trying to grill you for information! This isn’t a trick! I’m going to let you walk out of here! I just want you to know what I’m fighting so you can do something about it even if I can’t!”
“I’m just finding it hard to believe there’s a Revenant who isn’t evil.” The xeno explained with a slow shrug and a grimace as his hand moved to the wound in his gut once more.
“Maybe I am evil. But I’m not the sort of evil you think I am. Some of us, hell the majority of us actually wanted to help our own people. Is that crazy? We wanted to make our people safe and strong. Sound familiar? We worked hard to make amends for our mistakes during the war and a great many of us lost our lives stopping the Hive. The terrible shit the loyalists did? We weren’t part of that. We tried to stop them! I mean, do you hold yourself accountable for all the evil done by the Crusaders?” He asked with a wave.
“Yes.” The Shogun nodded.
“Oh… well… shit…” Jaeger’s attempt to explain himself was derailed by the xeno’s answer. “Well… fuck. Then I dunno… what I’m trying to say is that I didn’t set out to do evil purely for its own sake. I wanted a stronger safer home. Not the death of organics or non humans or any of that shit. I was a soldier. And now I’m trying to keep doing the right thing. We are on the same side.” He insisted once more.
“If you’re on our side why are these Draugr so successful?” The Shogun asked.
“Because I hadn’t heard about them until very recently. I’ve been living in isolation since the end of the war.” He explained.
“To hide from the society you supposedly wish to help?” The Shogun accused.
“Because all I had known for my entire adult life was combat and war! I was tired! I wanted to just… get away from it all for a little and live in peace for once. Is that really too much to ask?”
“Yes.” The xeno nodded.
“God damn… there is just no give in you is there?” Jaeger shook his head a little at the Shogun’s blunt response. “You are an unlikeable fucker. Do you know that?”
“Like I care about your opinion?” The Ravex growled back.
“Maybe you should! Don’t forget I could just shoot you.” Jaeger gestured with his rifle.
“Then do it.” The Ravex tensed a moment.
“Holy shit. Fucking… chill dude.” Jaeger knew the Obsidian guard were usually intense but this was a whole new level for him. “Listen I don’t know you, or why you’re rushing headlong towards death but maybe you need to ask yourself something. Who will lead those under your command when you’re dead? Who will have their lives best in mind? You or your successor? Maybe before you try and find your honorable death you discover if it’s worth dying now at all. Is there nothing you have left to finish in life?”
The xeno looked away after a moment and seemed to consider what Jaeger had to say. They stood there in silence for several seconds before the xeno finally looked back at him. “Can I go now?”
Jaeger snorted a bit, unsure if what he’d said had any impact. “Sure… Wait actually. I have a question.”
“I’m not going to tell-”
“Shut the fuck up.” Jaeger waved him off knowing what he was about to say. “See, some friends and I were talking earlier about how there are some people on the modern battlefield who like to use melee weapons.” He waved at the Shogun’s ornate incredibly sharp blade. “I mentioned how they were fucking retarded for doing so in a world with guns and explosives. Are you familiar with this human term? Fucking retarded?”
“Yes I’m familiar… Is that your question?” The xeno asked.
“No… My question is why the hell do you use one. I have nothing but respect for the Obsidian guard and I just never understood why your officers at a certain point would use a sword. It’s suicidal… ish.” He spared a quick glance around the room the halves of dead Crusaders.
“It’s so we don’t rush into battle.” The xeno explained. Jaeger just stared back at him until he seemed to understand Jaeger’s confusion from behind the emotionless mask of his helmet. “When my people first developed guns those of us who led them into combat of course were masters of these new weapons. And we led from the front as we had for centuries. The problem being a bullet will strike down anyone. So… we were given swords only as a sign of status, and in the hopes that we would stop rushing to the front.”
“Uh… how’s that work for you?” Jaeger asked and then held up a hand. “I don’t mean you specifically right now as you apparently were amazing enough to single handedly wipe out this whole Crusader camp. I mean more in general considering you’re here alone. If you’re not supposed to lead from the front what are you doing now?”
“It’s… I’m not sure a Kral’vishar would understand. Are you familiar with this Ravex term? Kral’vishar?” The xeno asked.
“Nope.” Jaeger shook his head.
“Oh…” The xeno’s ears twitched a bit as he looked slightly surprised. “I was… trying to insult you as you had me… I assumed you knew Ravex.”
“Nope. Just a few words of battelspeak. Sorry. I’m too stupid to be insulted that easy.” Jaeger shrugged.
“You… you are a strange one Revenant.” The xeno muttered.
“Jaeger. My name is Jaeger.” He stepped forward then and extended his hand. The xeno hesitated as Jaeger stepped into close range. There was a tense moment as he seemed to consider Jaeger and his own blade sunk into the ground. Then he finally stepped forward and clasped his hand around Jaeger’s forearm.
“Whispertail. First Claw First Feather Assault Alpha Whispertail.” He finally introduced himself.
“Alright, well you’re free to go Whispertail. I hope you take my warnings about the Draugr to heart.” Jaeger pulled back and turned to start walking towards the security room with Spike in it. He might not get anything from Whispertail but he could still pilfer the Crusader computers for information.
“I… left a… virulent plague within the computers.” Whispertail mentioned however which made Jaeger look back at him. “A robotic plague.” He tried.
“A computer virus?” Jaeger asked.
“Yes… I apologize for my poor use of your language.” Whispertail looked a little less paranoid that Jaeger was about to shoot him now.
“Oh fuck off with that. Why is it there’s people like you who are all like, oh I’m sorry my English sucks when you know full well I don’t speak your language even nearly so well. It’s like you’re rubbing it in. Don’t fucking apologize your English is better than mine!” Jaeger huffed.
“Are you angry that I’m apologizing for being only mostly fluent in your language?” Whispertail asked with an arched brow in confusion.
“Yeah kinda.” Jaeger shrugged and then grimaced as he shifted his weight and looked down to be reminded of the pain in his foot as the adrenaline began to wear off. “I think I’m just pissy because the pain is setting in.” He replied and looked back at the security room, waving Spike out of it. “That the jammer?” He pointed to the clunky set up besides the servers that looked out of place and had Crusader markings on it.
“It is.” Whispertail nodded. Jaeger raised his rifle and shot it several times as it sparked and then died. After a moment he saw his comms flare back to life. “I… could have just deactivated it.” Whispertail mentioned after a moment.
“Yeah well… my way was faster. I’m leaving now, so you limp your way and I’ll limp mine.” Jaeger quickly brought up his armor systems and gave himself a mild localized anesthetic injection in his foot. Then he locked up the leg so that the powered frame would shunt his weight to the other side to minimize damage as he began to walk out of there. Spike followed along and climbed up onto his shoulder like normal. He waited until he was out of the lobby and back outside in the spaceport propper before bringing up his comms to try and call Ham.
“You’re not dead? That’s good.” He heard as soon as Ham connected.
“Yeah, though I’m wounded. There was a Shogun inside who cleared out the Crusaders. Didn’t get anything useful.” He explained.
“Shit, killing a Shogun up close? Bet that was a pain. How wounded are we talking anyway?” Ham asked.
“Just my foot…” He glanced at his forearm that had been cut up by the tail. “Well my foot is all that I’m concerned about. And I didn’t kill him. I let him know what’s going on with the Draugr after we… settled things.”
“You what? God damnit Jaeger! What’s with you? You won’t let me reset the bots! And you keep letting Obsidian guard live while telling them about shit we’re up to? It’s like you’re hoping everything around us will kill us all! Are you suicidal or something?” Ham gasped out.
“I’m not suicidal!” Jaeger stressed. “Look if we fail now there’s a chance the Ravex will take care of Marque! And I maintain that our bots are fine! They won’t go rogue and kill us all!”
“Famous last words in Shanghai!” Ham shot back.
“Just…” Jaeger deeply wished he could rub his eyes while he dealt with the pilot. “Just shut up and circle around to pick me up.”
“Oh, I left once I lost comms. I’m almost back to the compound.” Ham explained.
“What? You lost comms and just fucking left me?” Jaeger asked in surprise.
“I’m a fucking pilot! What do you expect me to do without comms or visuals? I sure as shit wasn’t going to come down there myself! You might have suicidal tendencies but I fucking don’t! I thought the best I could do was get the others and they could… I dunno retrieve your body for a proper burial or whatever.” Ham revealed.
“Friends like these…” Jaeger sighed wishing even more deeply he could reach out and smack his comrade for a moment. “Fine… uhh… shit… I’ll just…” He looked around and then at the time and thought over what to do. “I’ll get… local transport or some shit… I still want to see the old veteran hospital. Go get the Vantahawk prepped in case I need you.”
“Can do. Try not to get killed by any rogue homicidal kill all humans warbots while you’re out there. Oh, or tell the people who want to kill us where we live. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t do either of those things.” Ham replied.
“Just… shut up…” Jaeger sighed and shook his head as he ended the call. He looked around the parking lot which he already knew was full of stripped and slagged vehicles. After having left Whispertail like that he really didn’t want to head back inside the lobby, so he began to partially limp away towards the gate exiting the spaceport. His suit was already detailing him the dangers of extended tissue damage if he stressed out his wounded foot. He needed to find a place to patch up…
However as he got to the main street he frowned when he noticed a cargo terminal across the road. The terminal itself wasn’t unusual, but what was unusual were the stacks of boxes around it. They were all very neatly stacked up but there didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason for where the stacks around it were made. If it had been placed in a wall he’d have understood. But instead they were just random stacks, and none of them looked looted. He carefully limped across the street and switched over his vision settings a bit until he found what he wanted.
Walking through the open gate he headed through the stacks of crates until he found a large crab loader moving a shipping container two centimeters to the left. Then pick it up and move it a centimeter to the right. Then it gently tapped it to the left once more. Or maybe it just tapped it and it didn’t move. He couldn’t tell but the loader seemed confident that’s where it should be. As it turned to face him it the backed up into a stack of crates behind it, letting out several surprised boffs and beeps.
Jaeger just took Spike from his shoulder and tossed it up ontop of the crab. The two bots spent a few seconds speaking in beeps, chirps, twills, and chitters before the crab slowly sank down on its legs. Jaeger was aware Spike could have just overridden the crab’s OS but he noticed that the bot only seemed to use that as a last resort. Jaeger then climbed up onto the back of the old bot before it slowly rose back up into the air. He saw a flash in his mask with a GPS coordinate on a map that corresponded with the address of the hospital and accepted.
With that the crab began to lumber forward slowly. Well Jaeger would be riding to the hospital in style. At… about seven kilometers an hour. Maybe slower. When the loader began to walk onto the road it actually stopped and looked both ways before slowly walking out onto the abandoned roadway. When it got to the other side he saw Whispertail looking up at him with confusion from the edge of the spaceport and tapped on the loader to get it to stop. “Do you need a ride?” He called out.
“You can’t seriously be trying to run away from here on that can you?” Whispertail called back.
“I’m not running anywhere! Obviously. I’ve got places to go! And since you clawed the shit out of my foot I don’t want to walk it!”
“Yes, well you shot me!” Whispertail growled back.
“And whose fault is that?” Jaeger asked.
“Yours. Why would you ask that? It was your gun.” Whispertail shrugged in confusion.
“What… You started the fucking fight! If you hadn’t been trying to kill me I wouldn’t have needed to shoot you! Fucking…” Jaeger let out an exhausted sigh and shook his head before starting over. “Do you want a ride or not?” Jaeger asked again.
“Mmhh… If I do… I’m not going to tell you where-”
“Oh my god! I don’t care!” Jaeger cut him off. “I’m going up that way!” He pointed up the road towards the hills behind the city. “You can come with me as far as you want and get off at any time.”
The Ravex hesitated a moment and then gingerly touched his wounded leg. “Fine…” He muttered.
“It’s not like I’m doing you a fucking favor.” Jaeger shot back causing the Ravex to grumble something under his breath. Jaeger slapped the top of the crab once more to get it to sink down. Whispertail looked around for a moment as he held his sword looking for a safe place to stash it. “Just give it to the crab.” Jaeger pointed at the front.
“So that it can cut me down with my own blade?” He snorted.
“Does this thing look like it can do that?” Jaeger asked. After a moment the Ravex handed the sword to the loader’s front arms as it carefully held the blade and hilt before it. Whispertail gave him a suspicious glare and waited for several seconds, but when Jaeger reached out to offer a hand he took it and climbed up onto the back of the loader. Once he was on its back Jaeger gave it another tap and it rose up to start walking once more.
They sat on the back of the loader in silence for a bit as Jaeger slowly shifted around and then gingerly poked at his foot. It was numb but he felt an odd tingle when he messed with it. “Ssss… Think you could…” He trailed off and looked at Whispertail as he pulled out another syringe of biogel.
“You… want me to inject your foot?” He asked seeming annoyed by the prospect.
“Hey you’ve got it lucky. If you were on the coast highway no Haulervan would pick you up unless you were a chick with big tits and a sign saying free BJs.” Jaeger joked.
“Er… what?” The Ravex asked with an utterly confused look.
“Never mind…” Jaeger sighed and shook his head. “Can you help me out?” He slightly wiggled the syringe at the Ravex once more.
“Fine… nothing else to do… it’ll take us all day to get anywhere on this thing.” He muttered and took the syringe to help patch up Jaeger’s foot.
“I don’t see you getting us any faster transportation.” Jaeger shot back.
“This day is very strange…” Whispertail muttered with a shake of his head as he injected the gel into Jaeger’s foot.
“Welcome to my world Whispertail. Know any songs to sing while we ride? I know one I sing with my daughter. It’s called A hundred bottles of beer. Are you familiar with it?” He asked.
“No…” The Ravex gave him another confused look.
“Oh… you’re in for a real treat.” Jaeger grinned wide. He might not have killed the Shogun but he would certainly settle for annoying the hell out of him in retribution for earlier. Hopefully this trip wouldn’t end in them trying to kill one another again, but he was going to risk it as he took a deep breath and got ready to sing away the hours it would take to get anywhere on the back of the loader bot.
Chapter 24
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[OT]Ask Nate: Field Manual FM-02W SciFi Military Fiction

    Field Manual FM-02W

       SciFi Military Fiction

 
"What a gang of apes! Maybe if you'd all buy it this drop, they could start over and build the kind of outfit the Lieutenant expected you to be."      - Career Ship's Sergeant Jelal Starship Troopers 1959. Robert A. Heinlein
 

Intro

     Before we get started here, I want to send a huge shoutout to everyone who participated in FM-01W. Especially, WarriorPoet02 who has a in-depth knowledge of both modern and historical combat, as well as a validated expert (with actual experience) in modern Marine Combat. He was able to fill in some gaps in my knowledge and even I learned some stuff. On that point, while I may have a wide-range of general knowledge, I'm not an expert in things I'm not an expert in. Don't ever be afraid, no matter how much you think you know, to consult others. You can always learn more.
     Time for Hot Shots: Part Deux; SciFi. As for the quote, it comes from one of my all-time favorite SciFi MilFic books; which was turned into a campy movie that pretty much only shares the same title. The book itself was once on the Commandant of the Marine Corps reading list, because despite being an old SciFi action romp; there are a number of deep reflective themes in the book that transcended genera fiction. Themes that did not make it to the film. Neither did their awesome power armor.
     Enough about Starship Troopers. What am I going to cover here today? This guide and the Fantasy one are designed more to provoke inspiration and creativity, rather than to give you established precedent. These are just my recommendations, so feel free to pick and choose what you want. SciFi and Fantasy universes have their own rules, just stay consistent. I'll tell you how I (and a few others) have gone about using existing military concepts and apply them to straight up fiction. And remember, no matter how cool your tech is, the best stories are always about the people and their struggles.
 

Frame the Universe

     Before you take your first step out that airlock, you need to decide what your restrictions are. Unlike the other three guides which are locked to a single planet (Earth or your Fantasy world, don't make me go down a magic portal rabbit hole for other worlds there...) SciFi is usually out in space. But not always.
     Why is there conflict? You can write SciFi all day without political conflict (personal conflict, not so much). But military SciFi needs an excuse to break out diplomacy through other means. Just having a squad run around breaking sh*t and engineering chaos, while exciting, isn't very interesting. Who are your aggressors and why? Develop the reasons, they tend to make for a better read than just blatant xenophobia. Old Man's War has some interesting angles to this regard. I'm sure you can all cite a few more (Dune, also comes to mind).
     And as goes with all stories, your characters need to be relatable. So if you have no humans, there better be some threads you can attach to as a reader.
 

Force Building

It's like world building, but for the military.
Me, I like to ground things in a heritage of the existing. Why? Because it's what humans do, either because of heritage, relatability, or because we aren't very original. This is more relevant (I feel) in SciFi based off human futures (moreso than let's say High Fantasy), deviate accordingly.
Rank and Structure      Most of the best SciFi/Fantasy militaries are based on real world examples. Yes, you can start from scratch and create completely alien military structures. However, the more off-the-beaten-path you go, the harder it will be for the reader to relate to and follow. As much fun as it is to create a 27-tiered rank structure of a thirty-seven layered hierarchy, your readers aren't going to be able to keep track without constantly referring back to the 30-page appendix in the back of your novel.
So… Kreckel Jip Paccku of the 4th Gregglan Raggers… ok so a Kreckl outranks a Jiggag, but not a Opperg. And a Ragger unit is bigger than the J'hest, but subordinate to the Max Headroom?
     Yeah, confusing as hell without constant references. Titles like "Lord Imperator" or "Knight Commander" might not be modern ranks, but at least make enough sense for someone with an average IQ to follow. This is why you generally see authors stick to basic concepts of Private, Corporal, Sergeant, Lieutenant in their works. It's not just that future military concepts are rooted in history, it's that the reader has to follow it.
     Is it ok to make up new unit types and ranks? Sure, just be careful not to make it insanely confusing. I have a universe where I replaced line company Captain (O-3) with a rank called "Aegis". It's the same rank, I just did away with the confusion created by also having ship "Captains" (O-6). The other officer ranks mostly follow the traditional Marine/Navy structure. (Ignore the two "non-combat" columns on the right.) This problem actually exists in our own military, though it seldom causes any actual problems. Navy Captains out rank Army, Air Force, and Marine Captains by three levels.
Navy or AirForce?      Who took the lead? In SG-1, it was the Air Force, so they were very focused around their behavior and structure (though the other US DoD branches and Russians were also in the picture). In many SciFi tales they try to shape their fleets around Naval traditions. Feel free to blend/meld them… just try not to be too confusing.
Mega-Stupendo Heroes      Is your MC overpowered? Overtrained? Do it, don't do it, I don't care. But seriously, be careful with it if you do. Master Chief is a great video game character whose story became relatable because he struggles with his humanity. Having said be cautious of making super soldiers, I've done it myself. Yet, they too struggle with what it means to be human and are vulnerable at the loss of those around them.
     I actually started this point to ponder on an old scifi show Space: Above and Beyond which struggled to try and stay "realistic". Real pilots take years to train. Typical pilots hit the fleet as senior First Lieutenants who're about to be promoted to Captain. You don't risk all that training sending pilots on infantry missions. The show did that a number of times. There were other weak plots I caught watching it as an adult who had served, that never dawned on me as a kid. (I still enjoy the hell out of S:AAB.) Yes, your MC might be an elite, super warrior… but there better be logical explanations for why before you end up with a magic Mary/Marty Sue.
Warrior Generals      I suppose this largely depends on the universe you build out, but even some of the most hardcore modern Generals don't see frontline combat. In the real world, you'd be lucky to see anyone above a Major on the ground/in the fight or a LtCol/Commander in the sky trading shots with the enemy. You tend to trade rank for boring desk jobs and rear-echelon leadership roles. The "warrior general" is really something of the bygone era and has more of a place in Fantasy, than SciFi. That's not to say the rules of your force can't dictate that, just be mindful. In Starship Troopers, everyone dropped and everyone fought. Pretty sure one of the big Generals bought it in a bug fight too.
 

Technology

      War, in the most extremely basic mathematical approach, is all about rendering more of the enemy combat ineffective than they can inflict similarly on to you. Conflict is all about the 5 D's: Defend, Delay, Disrupt, Destroy, or Divert. Technology has evolved over time to do those five things. I'll cover a handful of popular concepts, but this isn't even close to the full list.
Space Battles      Massive fleets of capital ships and squadrons of fighters are often woven into the fabric of an epic space opera. So how does one describe this dance of behemoths?
     Scarecrowsid, also pointed out: Using Navy structure as a base, the value of studying the ways in which a CIC and Bridge operate can have a significant effect on how battle sequences play out in Ship to Ship combat. There are a number of options here, but to name a few:
Drone warfare      On the note of space battles and the argument for human pilots vs drones: Light has a current finite speed. 299,792 kilometers per second. We'll assume no one is jamming your comms. That's still millisecond lag in close engagements. We put current drone operators as near as we can to avoid lag in terrestrial situations. Even then you get some lag. Not just data travel, it's processing too. I can't go into actual lag times or the differences in responsiveness for drone operators in CONUS vice in Theater (not only because it's likely classified, but because I don't know the details other than it exists). These are drones not engaged in 1-on-1 sorties. So imagine in your space combat drone vs piloted and how the signal-decision-command-execute delay is for a live pilot vs a drone that is getting further and further from the base station. If you have pushed the magic insta-communications "I believe" button, then go ahead…
Communications      Back to the speed of light… physics is a bitch. Ok, we can assume even in an FTL world, light still takes time to travel. Some EU gets around this a number of ways.
Power ArmoMECHs      I enjoy a nice suit (the HIMYM/Avengers gag was brought to you by MajorParadox). The US military is currently working on a few prototypes, but the biggest hangup is still power. It will likely continue to be a problem for the near future before we see Space Marines dropping on us. But this is your Nuka-Cola™ powered future. Bring on the Jeagers, Power Armor, and Battlemechs. Things you might want to toy with are scale issues (stepping on friendly forces), power (might still run out of those Fusion Cores), Ammo (it's still gonna run out), crossing large swaths of terrain (are you limited to human running speed, there still is a human in that suit), and the shortcomings of human anatomy (there still are restrictions on how much punishment a body can take even in the nicest padded cell and a body has to fit into the armor somehow).
Superweapons      I'll show you my Galaxy Gun if you let me see your Death Stars. (I'm already ashamed at that joke.) Yes, superweapons are a trope. As are the: Lost Superweapon, Forgotten Superweapon, Superweapon Surprise, and the Ancestral Weapon. I'd say not to, but the Mouse now owns an entertainment Empire born on the back of them. My advice…make sure your thermal exhaust port isn’t showing. (cringes) Ok, bad jokes aside; if you want to go the superweapon route, don't build me a third Death Star (cough, cough JJ?). What do I mean? Get to it, fight it, but don't dwell on it forever. (Seriously, don't spend pages on building it for me.)
Robotics      I actually was going to skip this for the sake of running long, but two of the reviewers pointed out it would be a good topic to cover. Macro and micro (regular and nano?) robots are likely to be a large part of space exploration since humans are fragile (we squish good) and take a lot of logistics to support. Human-sized or larger combat troops might just be the answer. On the other hand, smaller nanobots might be used for repairs/construction or in a swarm/cloud attack approach.
     (Will insert quote here if permission is given, don't like using people's words without their consent.) The gist of the argument made, however, is that continued human combat would be unlikely given a robust AI robo-troop force.
     It's a valid point. I could see it go a few ways as a story teller:
  1. You could write from a sentient AI robot perspective and keep to the above ConOps
  2. You could be one of the Robot Handlers. A commander of robotroops.
  3. Your society banned AI after a Terminator-like Rise of the Machines, so only basic (or no) robots are assisting humans in space.
     Also, from my buddy /Merklynn:
I'd throw Phillip K. Dick's short story "Second Variety" into the discussion. It's focus on a post-apocalyptic Earth, where a small rabble of surviving military from both sides try to rendezvous for a truce while avoiding the lethal "claws", disguised AGI killing machines, is about as close as I've seen PKD come to military sci-fi. The story isn't pure military sci-fi, but it is one of the earliest examples I can think of in which artificial intelligence has gone out of control, infiltrated humanity and constantly upgrading itself, making a terrifying enemy. The 1995 film adaptation Screamers is hit and miss, but the surviving enemy units being forced together and dealing with a total loss of communication with their superiors on Earth is one of the most compelling things about the story for me.
 
     Stuff I didn't cover: killer robots, nanobots, superviri, cyborgs, and more… I'd be here all week.
 

Battlespace

     Alright, back to your combat. So now you have your universe, how are you going to play in your sandbox? A lot of the stuff covered in the previous guide still applies (make sure to skim the comments of that guide for some great commentary on combat). Some additional things to consider:
 

BONUS: Mercs / Parma-Military Contractors

     penguinzeppelin asked me about Mercs. Well IRL, most Military Contractors (even the ones without guns) heavily draw from the retired/veteran pool. It's a steryotype for a reason. I would likely approach my characters as such, or conversely how difficult they had blending into a group of all vets -OR- as a company/grioup the hard time they had getting work without that on their CV.
     While entertainment media likes to portray corporate military orgs like crazy wildcards (yes, Blackwater was bad m-kay) the ones that don't adhere to strict business practices tend to flash and fade as they die the death of a million lawsuits. Blackwater did end up in very hot water.
     Mercs that don't have business acumen tend to become pirates, privateers, or freelancers at least in decent SciFi. Morals tend to get in the way (or become great story points). Is it a big team of hundreds and your MCs are just a small cog in the wheel (maybe they break off and go it alone)? Are they a small (12 or less) team that does independent contractor work? Do they look for a specific type of work that suits their personalities or are they so desperate for work that anything goes?
Big Orgs
Small Orgs
Again, this "article" is more designed to generate ideas and concepts to be applied to the normal rules of good story telling.
Questions, Comments, Complaints for your Congressman?
Ask your questions and I will get to them as soon as my day allows. Everyone is encouraged to participate and share your own thoughts. This is an open discussion. If people bring up good points, I will edit this accordingly. Also feel free to list your favorite SciFi military books, shows, etc in the comments.
the Military Fiction (MilFic) Field Manuals FM-01W - Modern Military Fiction FM-02W - SciFi Military Fiction - (this guide) FM-03W - Fantasy Military Fiction (High and Low) - TBD FM-04W - Historical Military Fiction - TBD – Will cover ancient armies (Roman/Egyptian) up to early-Industrial/pre-WWI
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