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Debauchery Worlds 

Chapter 55

-VB-

Alan Marris

Tyran, ???

2982.12.12

Even with advanced technology and even implants to make learning easier for the expedition clones, learning a whole new language took time. Cutting that time down to a week was a miracle in my humble opinion. 

Once we learned the language, we were able to parse through all of the communication logs we took from the local’s radio waves, and managed to piece together a dozen or so things. 

One. We were indeed on a world called Tyran. 

Two. We knew exactly what universe this was: Warhammer 40k.

Three. The time was somewhere around the mid-millennia of the 41st millennium. 

Four. This world was an outpost world, but an outpost world by the standards of the Imperium of Man was still a world that had upwards to tens of millions of people. 

Five. This world was indeed a water world. It was closer to an archipelago world, but the difference was quite small.

Knowing all of these… the hive mind was, for once, unable to agree on what we should do.

For one, we, as an entity, were the kind of “abhumans” that the Imperium eradicated. However, we were pretty good at hiding stuff like that because we didn’t use technology and warp-stuff to achieve our thing. Just Entity-based shenanigans, which was an Outside Context Problem that the Imperium most likely didn’t know how to deal with.

Two, the Warhammer 40k universe was … it was a very powerful place. There were technologies here that would absolutely curbstomp anything we had on hand. Hell, even UEE from the Star Citizen-verse would be beaten to death in a bumrush so fast that most people would get concussion just looking at unfolding events. And if we could get access to those technologies, then what could stop us in the Inner Sphere? 

Three, the Warp. We did not want to deal with the warp. We didn’t want to touch it. We didn’t want to know how our Shard would interact with it. 

Four. The STCs. Enough said. 

So as we continued to compile more data about Tyran and the Imperium, our hive mind descended into its first ever chaos.

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Alan Marris

Tyran, Imperium of Man

2982.12.15

It took three whole days for the a consensus to be made. 

We would stay. We never heard of a world called Tyran in the first place, so we assumed that it was a decent place to stay. I mean if an Imperial world wasn’t ever mentioned before, then it had to be a mostly peaceful world, right? 

With the occasional enemy raids? 

Almost like Inner Sphere? 

Probably? 

Yes.

Our decision to stay and start filching local tech meant that we needed a way to interact with the people and move about not just on Tyran but beyond. 

We … knew nothing about that. I mean, we knew that there were Rouge Traders who needed warrants and charters that came from Terra. Considering that Tyran couldn’t be near Terra, that was a very tall order. 

And faking a charter sounded like asking for trouble, even if the sluggish imperial bureaucracy…

The sluggish imperial bureaucracy…

…

…

I mean.

It can’t be that hard, right? The right words. The right phrasing. The right content. We could try it on other worlds. It wasn’t like each world kept tight contact with each other, and it was normal for paperwork to get lost on Terra. 

I doubted that the Administratum even knew how many rogue traders there were, never mind the more numerous chartered captains.

Yeah… We could try it.

But in the mean time, we needed to infiltrate Tyran’s society. 

-VB-

Alan Marris

Cestulus (Davien II), Davien System, United Earth Empire

2982.12.20

While our expeditionary clones were hard at work infiltrating Tyran’s human society and the vast majority of the clones in the Inner Sphere worked to maintain and upgrade our forces on Cylene, Markab, and Skat, a company of clones in the UEE worked to secure a business deal.

The representative of the Aegis Dynamics, a salt and pepper haired woman by the name of Alexandra Qi, held a hand over my mouth while her fingers drummed against her cheek. Despite being somewhere in her 50’s, she looked like she was in her late 30’s and had a figure to show off. 

And the reason why we were talking to her instead of middle managers was because we came to them with a lot to offer. 

With our new space stations and factories backed up by five system’s worth of resources, we could provide a lot more components and raw resources to them at a cheaper price. 

Of course, we had set up a business with the UEE so that we wouldn’t get questions about who and what we were, but the fact that we couldn’t explain where we were getting our stuff from would probably get us questioned anyway.

So the idea had been to set up a “factory” on Daymar, a moon of Hurston in the Stanton System. From that factory (read: a warehouse filled with random machinery), we would have a point of origin to sell our components from.

Originally, those components - ranging from coolants to weapons - were sold in the Stanton system, and then we got contacted by Aegis Dynamics. They wanted a lot of components to use in their ships, and we were willing to sell. But they didn’t just want to buy them off of the shelves. They wanted direct business-to-business contract.

And we?

We were willing to give them that if they were willing to pay us not in money but in blueprints. Not even the license to produce Aegis Dynamic ships but just the blueprints for some of their ships. 

Like the Javelin. 

“Personally, I find it hard to believe that you are willing to sell tens of thousands of components to us at cost in exchange for having access to some of our blueprints and the engineering that makes them possible,” Ms. Qi said after a while. “And I am an executive at the company. However, the people above me also want this deal. So here’s the deal that I have been authorized to offer you. We will buy the components at 150% of their production cost and we will offer you the blueprints and production rights to the Idris-P, not the Javelin.”

We frowned. “But Javelin is what we want.”

“You can’t even make a Javelin with the production facilities you have,” she countered. “And even if we give you the license to produce a few ships a year, you would have no buyer for them in your home system.”

“Idris-P does not fit the criteria that we want the Javelin for. Besides, isn’t the profit margin for the Javelin so low that even if we were to somehow to produce them, it wouldn’t matter?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Whatever it is, we aren’t willing to offer the Javelin to you. That’s why we are willing to eat the extra cost for the components in exchange for offering the Idris-P blueprint instead.”

We thought about it. 

Javelin was a destroyer. At over 400 meters in length, it was armed to the teeth with missiles that would individually one-shot dropships. It could honestly take on half a score of dropships by itself and come out unscathed because of its energy shield system. 

The Idris-P, on the other hand, was a civilianized refit of the Idris-M used by the UEE Navy. It was a patrol frigate that relied mostly on its guns to do the talking. However, UEE’s ship weapons weren’t suited for void combat. Idris-P also didn’t have the Destroyer Mass Driver Cannon found on its military counterparts, which was its only source of long range combat damage. Hell, it even had less missiles turrets, too! 

It was exactly the kind of civilian model we didn’t want. 

“Make it Idris-M and we will accept.” 

The deal didn’t go through.