Comstar Interlude: 3015
"What is the status on Operation Monarch?" Primus Tiepolo asked the current Precentor Rom, Vesar Kristofur.
"We have infiltrated some people into what was previously Salvatore Incorporated, now owned by Sharpshooter Inc." Kristofur reported. "Their output is above average, and any sabotage we attempt is quickly fixed and noted, our Agents are waiting for an opportune time to gut the Vengeance lines, while we would attempt to removed the new Sting class DroST from production, they would simply spool up another line in its place. It is an easily manufactured dropship, and could be manufactured even on a periphery world, there is nothing truly unique in its tooling."
"Understandable." Tiepolo said. "Now, the rest of the operation?"
"We are one hundred percent certain that the Davions are onto us." Kristofur started. "After extensive debriefings of the few higher ups we managed to acquire from Taussen we realized that they had been there and stripped a number of 'Mech lines as well as some data from the HPG station." He shrugged. "At this point, we have no idea if they have shared any of this information, or if they are waiting for us to make a move before exposing us."
Kristofur paused for a minute, taking several gulps of his now lukewarm tea before starting up again. "We have lost almost all of our agents in the TMI and MIIO." He said. "We are still able to read their mail of course, but back in 3006 the Taurians started a massive house cleaning of their intelligence apparatus. They removed, fired, or shifted most of their personnel to other areas with a new focus on the TMI being accurate and able to provide verifiable intelligence, we have not been able to get any new agents in, and neither have MASK, MIIO, or any of the other agencies. We are all in the dark as far as the Concordat is concerned. That is why we didn't know about their Warship until it arrived in orbit around Taurus."
Kristofur got up and collected his thoughts, beginning to pace a bit. "All of this began with that damned mercenary unit." He said. "The Marksman and their leader, this Mark Hull person who is a supposed time traveler, has managed to destabilize a massive amount of our plans." He ranted a bit before sitting back down. "I apologize, that was uncalled for. Where was I? Ahh yes, well, we have got some people infiltrated into the lower ranks of the Marksman and the Kentares Guard as well as Sharpshooter Inc, but whoever their intel people are, they are very good, and they have managed to avoid placing any of our people in high up positions where they might have access to any data that might prove useful to us, we have managed to get some people inside of the Grasshopper and Von Luckner lines that they are using to manufacture those designs, and are attempting to sabotage them. We shall have to see if they are successful or not. Our lack of an HPG on Kentares IV is both a blessing and a curse as far as this kind of work goes."
"I see." Primus Tiepolo said. "How goes the effort to assist the Combine and the Capellan Confederation?"
"The Confederation is not going to be able to be saved at this point." Precentor Rom pointed out. "It is in its death throes and we should just try and salvage what we can from the corpse." He said bluntly. "The Mariks are in the midst of the civil war that I enflamed, and should be fighting for a period of several more years. And to be blunt, Precentor Taussen was an idiot of the highest measure, we would have lost much more than gained if he had managed to succeed at dropping those nukes on Kentares IV." He said as a side note. "While it may have been useful in the short term, the Damage done to the Capcon meant that there wouldn't be any interference on their end, and the Davions would have been able to focus on the Draconis Combine and at the very least make them bleed for a good long while."
"Our efforts to ensure that the Draconis Combine are able to resupply are proceeding fairly smoothly, we haven't been providing them with Lostech, but we did leak the locations of several old factory lines and are letting them do with it as they may." Kristofur said. "We also have made several experts "Available" for hire in order for them to get those factories up and running as soon as possible."
"And any plans to stall the Lyran Commonwealth?" Tiepolo folded his hands into the sleeves of his robes. "I have not heard anything in that vein yet."
"The LIC is good." Kristofur started, "Very good, so we are not as privy to as many secrets as we might hope as far as they are concerned, we have seen some movements, but nothing aside from Katrina's reforms. And while we at first attempted to widen the gap between her and Frederick Steiner, that seems to have backfired, seeing as he is now firmly cemented with her in restoring parts of the Commonwealth military with the unveiling of the rebuilding of the Fourth Royal Guards with him at the helm. We have had luck in assisting the Free Skye movement and Duke Lestrade though, he had been radically opposed to the Archon, and doesn't care for much from power. We are currently trying to assist him in his bid for the control of Skye, and will be attempting to install him as regent or something similar in order to potentially break it away and cause more chaos between the Lyran Commonwealth and the Draconis Combine."
"Why had we not done any of this sooner?" Tiepolo asked. "I assume we have had this capability for a while."
"Unfortunately, good agents take time to train and get in the right place at the right time for infiltration, and one wrong step or move could spell disaster, and that is a place that we have never wanted to be in previously." Kristofur shrugged. "If not for the discovery of the Taussen system, I doubt we would be moving as fast as we are currently. But with the danger of discovery slightly less because the Davions already know, we are pushing a little harder and faster."
Omega Division, Hilton Head Island.
"I fucking hate this place!" The head researcher assigned to the Mithril powered armor screamed. "Why can't we fucking figure this power source out? We have had it for five years!"
"Sir." One of the junior scientists timidly raised their hands.
"What?!" He raged. "That was a rhetorical question!" He screamed, "I don't want a fucking answer, I want this thing to work!"
The researcher just lowered her hand and slunk as low as she could to try and avoid the wrath.
At a bar outside the Hilton Head Complex
"I'm quitting." Miranda told her friend. "This was fun five years ago when I was recruited to study this new battery pack idea thing, but the head is a perv and a raging psycho."
"Where do you plan on going?" Her friend asked. "It's not like they'll let you leave the planet."
"Why not?" She asked, with a shrug. "It's not like I know anything classified, every single nation in the Inner Sphere has a Mithril suit somewhere being dismantled, the problem is no one can figure out the stupid power source aside from the people who made it."
"Well, good luck to you then." Her friend raised her beer in a toast. "May the odds be ever in your favor."