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Yeah, I agree. I've read this entire fanfic up to this point, and to this day I'm still not sure if Paul is insanely logical, or logically insane.
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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)
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Yeah, I agree. I've read this entire fanfic up to this point, and to this day I'm still not sure if Paul is insanely logical, or logically insane.
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At this point, I just chalk it up to the emotional spectrum being the emotional spectrum: that any singular light in its concentrated form makes anyone off-center, in accordance with that light's emotional source.
...personally still putting down 1000 that Lex hijacks the GPA. Just because he's Lex.
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Late-Autumn, IC 690
Prince Diabo watches from the side of the shooting range as the Warrior Bunny engineers dash down the field, guns, gun carriage, palisade, ammunition and powder in their arms or on their backs. Despite being roughly the side of human women, they're actually a good deal stronger and have better endurance. Combined, those traits make using them to manoeuvre guns tactically a viable move.
Honestly, we might want to consider larger sized blunderbusses or hand cannons for them. Rifles or arquebuses are a bit beyond our technological ability right now, and the sorts of musket we could make would be significantly inferior to longbows and won't reliably penetrate the plate armour worn by elite units. But a large blunderbuss, where they could dash forwards into range of an enemy infantry levy, blast a hole in their formation and they fall back to reload…
I'll discuss the idea with him later.
"Mmmm."
Next to us, Battery Master Allius Gais Graccus looks at them suspiciously. He was a senior engineer under Zorzal during the attack on the Warrior Bunny's territory, overseeing the construction of bridges and roads for the Empire's army. I'm not sure how much contact he had with the Bunnies, but it appears that they didn't exactly impress him.
"Are you sure this is wise, your highness?"
We watch as the Warrior Bunnies set up the light guns. They're not what you'd call natural team players, but after their chief shouted at them and finally borrowed a lesson from the legion's Optios and just smacked anyone who acted out of turn with a stick, they eventually got it. And now they're enthusiastically enjoying it.
"Horses are slower and harder to provision. Over difficult terrain there is no comparison."
The Battery Master nods slowly.
"Out with it, Master Graccus."
"I am concerned that your serfs might learn from this. While I am enthusiastic to try these weapons against the Empire's enemies, what happens if they turn them on us in turn?"
"These?" Diabo makes scoffing exhalation. "Oh, they make acceptable gun crews, but they know full well that their people could never make guns such as these. They lack the mines and the skill with metallurgy. And if they stole them, how would they make the powder? You know how hard it is for us, even with the instructions provided to us. At worst, they could provide information to our enemies about our capacities, and while that might deny us a trick or two, I imagine that it would make their-"
BOOM! BOOM-BOOM!
"-surrenders come all the more swiftly."
The wooden targets at the end of the field explode into splinters. None of them actually hit the centre, but for guns like this that would be a matter of pure fluke anyway. But they are accurate enough that they'd knock holes in an advancing infantry block, and that's what we want from them.
We've got heavy guns for knocking holes in walls. These are for enemy armoured units.
The Warrior Bunnies don't cheer. Not with Chief Eithne standing there with baton raised. Instead, they immediately begin dismantling the guns and distributing the components back to their bearers before sprinting back down the field.
"You have no other concerns?"
"No, your highness. I had concerns, but the discipline they have learned has settled them."
"And as scouts?"
"They perform acceptably, your highness. They may not have the discipline to fight in a testudo, but they at least have the intelligence to run out, watch for a time, and run back."
And see in the dark, effortlessly defeat dispersed formations when encountered in equal numbers whether on horse or not, forage without prompting, climb up walls of cliffs, swim…
"Are our supplies in order?"
Master Graccus nods. "They are, or will be. I see no reason why we would not meet the Emperor's deadline. And we will be able to maintain our supplies by sea, unless the barbarians are able to bring an army to bear far faster than they should be."
"Winter clothing? Tents, and other sundries?"
"All in order, your highness. Unless they conjure a blizzard, the cold will not slow us. Feeding wyverns or your own mount may prove difficult."
Diabo shakes his head. "Wyverns would be impractical. We will make do with the Bunny scouts and my own findings. I'm sure that I can find a farmstead or two who can spare the meat to feed him."
"In that case, there is nothing to do until we receive the order to depart but drill the men. And the women. If you will excuse me."
Diabo nods and waves his right hand dismissively, and Master Graccus marches off to oversee the deployment of the heavy cannons that we'll be using on the outer walls. And possibly against enemy shipping.
"So. Things are going well."
"Yes."
"This war will prove the viability of your methods. The gate on Alnus Hill is shut, you're effectively invulnerable and your star will soon be in the ascendance."
He starts walking towards buildings which serve as this facility's offices and officer accommodation. There are plans for a more permanent building of stone, but it was far faster and less expensive to make the building out of the wood that was cleared from the area.
"If we win."
"You've already shown the more martial senators the weapons you've developed, and your argument that the Empire doesn't have the manpower to annex new territory convinced the more peaceful senators that having tributaries on the Empire's borders will prevent full scale wars in the future. Your father hasn't outright made you crown prince yet, but you've seen how differently he treats you now."
"Like someone worth noticing. But that just puts me in more danger."
"Then get married, raise a son to be a brilliant administrator, and pass your authority over to them. Your father's in good health for a man his age. You might only end up being emperor for a decade or so."
"But who could I marry that wouldn't make things worse? I'd have to deal with her family, and they'd only want me around to put their grandson on the throne."
"You'd have at least twenty years. Children can die, and they would need you to firmly establish yourself as a leader for your son to have a strong claim. And if you make it clear that you intend to retire early anyway, then they would have no reason to risk removing you violently rather than have you ease the transition of power. Alternately…
"Yes?"
"You could marry a woman with no significant family, who brought some other skills to the table. If your own renown is sufficient, then your father won't object. It isn't as if he wants to share power with people outside of your family."
"A normal woman."
"She would have to have something marking her out as significant. Your father wouldn't let you marry a peasant. But she wouldn't have to be from a grasping patrician noble family.
He stops walking, frowning thoughtfully. "That-."
"Hey, Master!" Chief Eithne drapes herself over his back, arms around his shoulders and mammaries pressing into his back. It's amazing what a normal diet can do to a person's physiology. "You know, if you wanted to get some practice in before you get married, the girls and I can help you out with that?"
Diabo reaches back with his right hand and lifts her arms off him. "That would be unwise. They would risk missing the campaign."
She pouts winsomely. "Aw…"
"But if you've finished overseeing your warriors, you can assist me with my paperwork."
She pouts normally. "Aw."
Prince Diabo watches from the side of the shooting range as the Warrior Bunny engineers dash down the field, guns, gun carriage, palisade, ammunition and powder in their arms or on their backs. Despite being roughly the side of human women, they're actually a good deal stronger and have better endurance. Combined, those traits make using them to manoeuvre guns tactically a viable move.
Honestly, we might want to consider larger sized blunderbusses or hand cannons for them. Rifles or arquebuses are a bit beyond our technological ability right now, and the sorts of musket we could make would be significantly inferior to longbows and won't reliably penetrate the plate armour worn by elite units. But a large blunderbuss, where they could dash forwards into range of an enemy infantry levy, blast a hole in their formation and they fall back to reload…
I'll discuss the idea with him later.
"Mmmm."
Next to us, Battery Master Allius Gais Graccus looks at them suspiciously. He was a senior engineer under Zorzal during the attack on the Warrior Bunny's territory, overseeing the construction of bridges and roads for the Empire's army. I'm not sure how much contact he had with the Bunnies, but it appears that they didn't exactly impress him.
"Are you sure this is wise, your highness?"
We watch as the Warrior Bunnies set up the light guns. They're not what you'd call natural team players, but after their chief shouted at them and finally borrowed a lesson from the legion's Optios and just smacked anyone who acted out of turn with a stick, they eventually got it. And now they're enthusiastically enjoying it.
"Horses are slower and harder to provision. Over difficult terrain there is no comparison."
The Battery Master nods slowly.
"Out with it, Master Graccus."
"I am concerned that your serfs might learn from this. While I am enthusiastic to try these weapons against the Empire's enemies, what happens if they turn them on us in turn?"
"These?" Diabo makes scoffing exhalation. "Oh, they make acceptable gun crews, but they know full well that their people could never make guns such as these. They lack the mines and the skill with metallurgy. And if they stole them, how would they make the powder? You know how hard it is for us, even with the instructions provided to us. At worst, they could provide information to our enemies about our capacities, and while that might deny us a trick or two, I imagine that it would make their-"
BOOM! BOOM-BOOM!
"-surrenders come all the more swiftly."
The wooden targets at the end of the field explode into splinters. None of them actually hit the centre, but for guns like this that would be a matter of pure fluke anyway. But they are accurate enough that they'd knock holes in an advancing infantry block, and that's what we want from them.
We've got heavy guns for knocking holes in walls. These are for enemy armoured units.
The Warrior Bunnies don't cheer. Not with Chief Eithne standing there with baton raised. Instead, they immediately begin dismantling the guns and distributing the components back to their bearers before sprinting back down the field.
"You have no other concerns?"
"No, your highness. I had concerns, but the discipline they have learned has settled them."
"And as scouts?"
"They perform acceptably, your highness. They may not have the discipline to fight in a testudo, but they at least have the intelligence to run out, watch for a time, and run back."
And see in the dark, effortlessly defeat dispersed formations when encountered in equal numbers whether on horse or not, forage without prompting, climb up walls of cliffs, swim…
"Are our supplies in order?"
Master Graccus nods. "They are, or will be. I see no reason why we would not meet the Emperor's deadline. And we will be able to maintain our supplies by sea, unless the barbarians are able to bring an army to bear far faster than they should be."
"Winter clothing? Tents, and other sundries?"
"All in order, your highness. Unless they conjure a blizzard, the cold will not slow us. Feeding wyverns or your own mount may prove difficult."
Diabo shakes his head. "Wyverns would be impractical. We will make do with the Bunny scouts and my own findings. I'm sure that I can find a farmstead or two who can spare the meat to feed him."
"In that case, there is nothing to do until we receive the order to depart but drill the men. And the women. If you will excuse me."
Diabo nods and waves his right hand dismissively, and Master Graccus marches off to oversee the deployment of the heavy cannons that we'll be using on the outer walls. And possibly against enemy shipping.
"So. Things are going well."
"Yes."
"This war will prove the viability of your methods. The gate on Alnus Hill is shut, you're effectively invulnerable and your star will soon be in the ascendance."
He starts walking towards buildings which serve as this facility's offices and officer accommodation. There are plans for a more permanent building of stone, but it was far faster and less expensive to make the building out of the wood that was cleared from the area.
"If we win."
"You've already shown the more martial senators the weapons you've developed, and your argument that the Empire doesn't have the manpower to annex new territory convinced the more peaceful senators that having tributaries on the Empire's borders will prevent full scale wars in the future. Your father hasn't outright made you crown prince yet, but you've seen how differently he treats you now."
"Like someone worth noticing. But that just puts me in more danger."
"Then get married, raise a son to be a brilliant administrator, and pass your authority over to them. Your father's in good health for a man his age. You might only end up being emperor for a decade or so."
"But who could I marry that wouldn't make things worse? I'd have to deal with her family, and they'd only want me around to put their grandson on the throne."
"You'd have at least twenty years. Children can die, and they would need you to firmly establish yourself as a leader for your son to have a strong claim. And if you make it clear that you intend to retire early anyway, then they would have no reason to risk removing you violently rather than have you ease the transition of power. Alternately…
"Yes?"
"You could marry a woman with no significant family, who brought some other skills to the table. If your own renown is sufficient, then your father won't object. It isn't as if he wants to share power with people outside of your family."
"A normal woman."
"She would have to have something marking her out as significant. Your father wouldn't let you marry a peasant. But she wouldn't have to be from a grasping patrician noble family.
He stops walking, frowning thoughtfully. "That-."
"Hey, Master!" Chief Eithne drapes herself over his back, arms around his shoulders and mammaries pressing into his back. It's amazing what a normal diet can do to a person's physiology. "You know, if you wanted to get some practice in before you get married, the girls and I can help you out with that?"
Diabo reaches back with his right hand and lifts her arms off him. "That would be unwise. They would risk missing the campaign."
She pouts winsomely. "Aw…"
"But if you've finished overseeing your warriors, you can assist me with my paperwork."
She pouts normally. "Aw."