stewart wrote:cthia wrote:I'm trying to determine the baddest of the baddest of the anal orifices that side of the Pecos.
My memory only serves up ...
-Beowulf's Biological Survey Crew (BSC)
-Solarian Gendermerie.
-The Royal Manticoran Marine Corp (RMMC)
-The Grayson Space Marine Corp (GSMC). I simply had to include a Corps with an elite special battalion called the Orbit Dogs.
Did I miss any? And who is the baddest of the lot?
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I would not mention the Solarian Gendermerie in the same breath as BSC / RMMC Grayson Marines.
Solarian Gendermerie might personally be a$$h*le$ but militarily they are incompetent thugs.
The real Solaran Marines (example Thandi prior to Torch) would fit the list.
-- Stewart
I respect your attitude towards the Gendermerie, but all the textev I've consumed supports that they are real badasses ...
Cauldron of Ghosts
The training, methods and tactics of Torch’s army units had been shaped by Thandi Palane and were based on those of the Solarian Marines, which were in many respects quite different from those of Beowulf’s military, especially the BSC. Not only that, but the Royal Torch Army was still very much a work in progress, feeling its way towards its own sense of identity and organic traditions.
If Colonel Anderson chose to employ Plan C, it would be Lt. Colonel Kabweza and her soldiers who would carry it out. Plan C had the nickname among her BSC agents of Plan Biggest Hammer Around. If the Torch battalion she commanded shared any of the traditions and attitudes of Solarian Marines—which they were bound to, since both Palane and Kabweza came out of that military force—they would apply ferocious shock tactics in a boarding operation. The Beowulfan military, like that of Manticore, was highly skeptical of the Solarian Navy’s reputation, especially that of Battle Fleet. Not so, however, of the Solarian Marines. Unlike Battle Fleet officers and crews, who could easily go through an entire career without seeing any combat at all, the Marines were a real fighting force.
It was tempting. Slaver crews, no matter how vigilant and well-armed, had no more chance of resisting a full-bore close assault by Torch units trained to Solarian Marine standards than vigilant and toothy mice had of resisting bobcats. There wasn’t even much chance that the cargo would get harmed, so swiftly and savagely would the attack be driven through.
But even if no harm came to the cargo, there was no chance that Torch assault troops would leave any of the crew alive. Their tactics, like those of Solarian Marines, would lean entirely toward eliminate the threat, not taking prisoners.
Of course, much respect should also be given to Torch's fighting force as well who have been trained by Thandi, and ...
Not to mention that the majority of Torch’s assault troops had once been slaves themselves, and somewhere around one-third were former members of the Audubon Ballroom. Their hatred for slavers would be personal and deep. No matter how well disciplined they were, their tendency would always be to give no quarter.
My entire point is to catalogue the baddess of the baddess of the best. Not to champion certain morals, scruples or values. Lacking these may emphasize the point of the discussion. Baddess of the anal orifices. Someone to be feared. Not to be called on to help grandma across the street or to retrieve Dicey out of a tree.