Debauchery Worlds 50 (Patreon)

A/N: YIPPEE, chapter 50!

Commissioned by Southmonk

Debauchery Worlds

Chapter 50

-VB-

6A3

Theramore, Kalimdore

2982.04.20 (Azeroth Year 22)

So.

Funny thing about Azeroth. While we have been busy on our side with wars, Jaina also turned out to be very busy on her side. 

How busy?

The Battle of Mount Hyjal happened while we hadn’t been looking, and Jaina had put the three basic mechs we sold her to very good use. 

Like … Archimonde screamed in rage because he couldn’t hit the Locust but destroyed both of the Urbanmechs that Jaina chose to sacrifice to evacuate the Alliance base at the base of Mount Hyjal. 

Magic was magic but even magic had trouble eating through literal tons of solid ablative armor. 

That Locust survived the battle, by the way, and Jaina was eager to have it repaired. In fact, she was eager to buy more mechs and the knowledge on how to repair them for her and her city-state that she put a lot more on the table for us to purchase and learn from her and her people. 

I was more than happy to help her just as she would help me. 

“And what is this one called?” Jaina asked us as we showed her the new mechs we brought in for her to see. 

“Ah, this one,” 6A3 remarked with a smile. “This one is called the Cicada, named after the bugs. Unlike the mechs we’ve sold you so far, this mech relies mainly on laser weaponry and has no bullet reliance. Perfectly for your city since you won’t have to rely on us for bullets! Even without guns, this bad boy can pack so much firepower that it’s not funny. It’s as fast as the Locust but hits harder!” 

“Hmm,” she muttered as she looked up and down the medium mech that we’ve salvaged from our conquest of Cylene II. “It would make it easier on us if we didn’t have to rely on a weapons import… but wouldn’t that make you and your company not give us the attention we need for repairs?” she asked. 

“Wwwhhhaaattt? Don’t say something so hurtful, my lady!” 6A2 grinned. Because we certainly liked looking at you and your figure at the very least. “We have a vested interest in seeing Theramore thrive. It is, after all, our connection to your wider world. The wondrous materials and magic that can be found here can’t be found anywhere else that we’ve visited!” Then we slapped the Cicada’s foot. 

She hummed. 

“Very well,” she sighed. “How much is this … Cicada?”

We grinned. 

-VB-

1M21

Markab, Draconis Combine

2982.05.13

It took a while but we got a picture of what was happening on the ground while he and the other clones maintained an orbital blockade of the planet. 

Markab was a planet undergoing ice age, or at least the version of ice age that Earth had been going through in the Little Ice Age period, not the big, definite, and “everything is snow” ice age. 

But that still meant that our asteroid attacks led to massive flooding, farmlands being wiped, constant heavy rain, and looming threat of annihilation for the people on the ground. 

The Draconis Combine tried their best to break the blockade, but when they only had regular dropships and we had an ever-improving, technologically superior fleet of ships? They gave up after their third attempt at breaking the blockade and stopped trying to blockade run after their ninth try. 

Then, food began to run out for the people on the ground, and of course, this applied only to the regular people and not the ruling class. 

Things got nasty. Fast. 

We watched as riots broke out. The planetary governor of Markab responded by having the local militia kill the rioters. While it went “well” for the governor the first time he ordered it, the militia split into pro-governor and anti-governor factions by the second order. And by the third order, a civil war broke out. The people threw their lot in with the anti-governor faction immediately and rose up in revolt. 

We decided to back the populace in the rebellion by delivering weapons, food, and even mechs (normal mechs like Locusts, Commandos, Phoenix Hawks, and Rifleman) to ensure that they won. 

And what were we going to do once the rebellion won?

We’ll make them a deal. 

They can do whatever they want as long as they follow our laws, pay 10% tax on a number of items but not everything, and declare that they are part of the Coreward Principality. 

And just like that, Markab was lost to the Draconis Combine.

Though it wasn’t secured, we diverted half of the blockading fleet into squadrons of three ships and sent them out to start harassing the Combine jumpships instead of their worlds. 

Because the crucial fact of the Inner Sphere was that jumpships kept worlds alive, and as these jumpships were destroyed, confiscated, lost, or rendered immobile, those worlds would die with them. 

And so the fastest method of destroying a jumpship-reliant nation… was to destroy the jumpships. 

When our ships, which appeared out of nowhere with their portals, started hitting the jumpships, the effect was immediate on the Draconis Combine. 

-VB-

Yin Takami

First Circuit Meeting

Terra, Sol, ComStar

2982.05.28

“They must be stopped!” Precentor of Altair yelled from his place in the First Circuit meeting room, and Yin saw many other precentors nodding in agreement and voicing their agreements. 

However, he and they all knew what would happen if they chose to take an active approach to the problem at hand. 

The problem, of course, was the Marris Mercenary Company and the new Coreward Principality, both founded and headed by one Alan Marris. 

They already knew that Alan Marris was a ghost of some kind, having appeared out of nowhere with his troops on David II when the Federated Suns invaded it for conquest in 2980. 

And everyone here was aware of how they lost an entire battlegroup of warships to Marris. Trying that again… was inadvisable. The man had videos of ComStar’s secrets. He could release it, and there would only be chaos where ComStar wouldn’t be the one who would come out on top while the rest of the Inner Sphere and the Periphery would surely punish them for the lies and deceits they pulled. 

So even with Precentor of Altair shouting at the top of his lungs to try and rally the other precentors to do something, doing something - anything! - against Marris was … it wasn’t going to happen. It would just result in a gruesome death of ComStar.

For what he felt like the umpteenth time, he sighed in frustration and helplessness. 

There needed to be a pivot point for all of ComStar in these ever-changing times, but what were they going to pivot on? How would ComStar change? 

Yin wished he knew.

Then an adept nearly burst into the room.

“P-Primus, we have an emergency!” 

“Adept-!” someone shouted but Yin cut them off and looked at the adept in the eyes. Those were fearful eyes, not for herself but for others. Those were good eyes. 

“Speak,” he told the adept. 

“T-The Marris mercenaries! They’re attacking all jumpships they’re coming across in Combine space!”

Yin felt a snap and felt overwhelming stress coming back to kick him in the back of the head. 

-VB-

A/N: the norms of the Succession Wars have been broken. Marris is just showing the Combine why they shouldn’t have done that.