Fanfic Recommendations meet Abbott and Costello

[LilFluff]

Going to recommend a Battletech SI/CYOA fic over on Spacebattles, False Prophets. On 1 January 3015 a phone call wakes up a woman who remembers two lives, one as a person born in the 20th century and one as the illegitimate daughter of a minor Free Worlds League noble. A daughter whose teenage rebellion was to run off and join ComStar, eventually being recruited into the ComGuards. Only to be woken early one morning, after graduation from ComGuard training but before receiving an assignment, by a Terran lawyer's office calling on behalf of a FWL lawyer's office to let her know her father has died and left her a shell of a mercenary company in his will...

"My father's dead," I told Gabriela, "and he left me a mercenary unit."

Gabriela cracked open one of her eyes. The other remained tightly shut. "What."

"My father's dead, and he left me a mercenary unit."

"You're saying words," Gabriela said, "but these words do not make sense."

"Well," I replied, sitting down at the edge of the bed, "I just got a comm. My father passed away. There's a will and things. I've inherited the unit, apparently."

"Okay," Gabriela began, drawing out the syllables. "Okay. You're using different words. But they're still not making sense."

"My father, my gene-donor, my sire, the person who spawned me, has passed beyond this mortal coil into the arms of… "

Gabriela held a hand up. "Stop. No. Stop. More words ain't helping. Your father, he left you a merc unit?"

I nodded. "Basically, yeah. I mean, there's fine print, but yeah."

"We're… I need to be clear here," Gabriela asked, "we're talking an actual unit, right? 'Mechs and machines that aren't 'Mechs, not just a green infantry squad with one rifle between them?"

"BattleMechs, fighters, vehicles, artillery, droppers, a jumper," I said, listing the highlights. "Though, uh, not many people. It's more hardware and an empty org chart. Technically speaking the unit hasn't really been a thing for a couple centuries."

So now Erin gets to rebuild a mercenary unit and try to use her knowledge of upcoming events to both survive and maybe, just maybe nudge things into a better direction.

And a bonus for the readers, Acyl has been pretty consistent posting new parts (at OMG in the morning Arizona time, which is not a surprise given Acyl isn't operating out of Arizona :p).