The Pride and the Passion: Counter Revolution in the state formerly known as New Babbage

Since the start of the Recent Unpleasantness in New Babbage (now known as Obolenskidonia, our correspondent, Beq Janus, has been sending dispatches from the front line. In addition, Miss Saffia Widdershins has managed to obtain interviews with an individual known only as T, a leading member of the Resistance, and with the de facto ruler, Doctor Obolenski himself. Photographs by PJ Trenton

Part 1: The Resistance Fighter
We had communicated for several days through obscure means before our arrangement meeting took place. I wore white pearl ear-rings had we had agreed, and T unerringly made his way through the cafe towards me. A relative newcomer to the former state of New Babbage, T has nevertheless made the city his home, and the cause his own.


It was clear that he had been living hand to mouth. We both ordered coffees - and I added a tray of delicious pastries. While I nibbled delicately at a slice of Battenberg, he fell on the sticky buns and cupcakes like a starving man. His clothes were stained with soot and blood - something that is, perhaps, less worthy of comment in the industrial streets of the region fomerly known as New Babbage than elsewhere, but even by Babbage standards it was apparent that something had Gone Wrong.

There had recently been an encounter, it seemed, with some of the metallic robots in the likeness of Doctor Obolenski in the commercial streets, and popularly (or perhaps notoriously) known as 'smashitrons'. According to T, they had been engaged in an attack on a leading citizen, one which had not only failed, but had led to the destruction of some five or six of the coonstructs who had literally lost their heads.

"I imagine it will be discussed as a malfunction," T told me. "I do not (believe it) ... for they fought with too much intensity ... but I will maintain the ruse ... if nothing more to allow Dr. O to maintain a low level of respect for us citizens."

T went on to speak with some passion of a disrupted and angry citizenry, children enlisted as spies, streets filled with grotesque iron images of the new leader, commerce endangered ... but was concerned that there seemed to be little done to save the city.

"I am new to the city," he explained, "just a couple of weeks under the stewardship of this clockwinder....a fine fellow as I can tell....with an odd taste in drink - frequently seen laying accross that very hearth behind you ... quite lost in his sour milk dreams. Then the announcement ... that he had been spirited away ... and the dark curtain of oppression falling upon the city."

T may be a newcomer to the city, but vehemently denies the charge that he is acting as the agent of a foreign power. He is proud of the democracy that the old New Babbage formerly embraced, for he believes that the people are the state, not the leaders alone (a view that might occasion a raised eyebrow from the Doctor).

He took me to see the devastation in Loner's Lane, where the attack that he had spoken of had happened. There, while T faded unobtrusively into the background lest his secret identity be suspected, I was able to speak with some of the cituzens and see for myself the outrageous assaults on the citzenry that are apparently taking place without restraint, with young (and irresponsible) children being armed with dangerous weapons which they have not hesitated to use.

I was able to speak with one citizen who had, to her great distress, been shot by a young girl. The girl seemed to feel no remorse and - indeed - revelled in her status as one of Doctor Obolensky's Youth Movement.

What will happen in Babbage? Will Doctor Obolenski succeed in his plans for his new city state? Perhaps it was time for find out just what his plans are.

Read Part 2 tomorrow.

The Alliance sets forth.

Special story from HIBERNIA ON THE SKIDS journal
by Hotspur O'Toole

I had to kick my legs out to prevent from throwing over as fleet Commander Murakami burst into my office.

"Visitors, sir, Lots of them!"

Visitors? This had my interest.

Newcomers

We walked up the three flights to the widow's walk. sighting on the small group of three, I noted a couple of Kotestus and a Lavanco. I turned to CDR. Murakami. "Who has two Kotetsus and a Lavanco?"

Fleet signaling

CDR Murakami shrugged. "No telling, sir. Some smaller mercenary fleets, perhaps, or a collection of them... No, Wait...!"

"Yes?"

"The Naval Forces of the New Babbage Militia, sir... they had some Lavanco and Kotetsu in combination." At that moment, the wind stirred a little and the little blue flags blew open with the air, exposing the monkey wrench on blue and white background.

"Good guess, Mr. Murakami. Go see to it that we show honors for incoming.. looks like... Visiting Commodore. Friendly" That would be Jed Dagger's gang, then.

CDR Murakami saluted, and ran down the hill to the flag and shore battery.

I saw a seaman dip the flag once, twice... and then the saluting charge went of smartly, recognizing that a fleet of a foreign power had shown up. Even from a distance, I could see The Lady B at a dead run, grabbing as many layabouts as she could get her hands on to make a palatable line of side boys.

Rank has some privileges. A Commodore doesn't run if he doesn't have to.

I arrived at the dock in time for the lead Kotetsu, THE CHARGER, to pull up gracefully and throw out lines. The men manning the rails were all long service men I had seen here and there over time, I knew only a few by name. They appeared downcast and serious.. quite different from what I remembered. Jed keeps loose discipline, and gets back great service in return. Like a smart captain. I noticed THE CHARGER showed marks of being in a recent fight. There was a hole in her stack, obviously a pass through from an explosive shell. Many other direct hit dents and paint scrapes. Signs of small arms fire.

Commodore Jedburgh Dagger nodded impatiently at the boatswain's pipe down the gangplank, barely acknowledging the salutes. She walked directly up to me. She appeared tired and one arm was in a sling.

"Hullo, Jed. What brings your pack of Smokes* to Roatan?"

"Sir! Piracy of the worst kind."

I looked at her for a few beats. "To my office, then. Lady B, would you direct our guests' XO towards the mess hall and have Cookie put out something for the men, then come join us upstairs at your first convenience."

The Lady B nodded, and ushered out Commodore Dagger's apparent XO, a youngster named Palmer.

Commodore Dagger joined me on the roof. All military ceremony was gone, and she looked tired, angry, sore.

"Speak freely Jed. Have you been in action?"

"Aye, sir. Our own people, sad to say. And worse!"

Gradually, the story unfolded. The coup we had already known about. We had no idea the conditions in New Babbage had gone this far downhill. Obolensky's mechanical men. Beast-men Pirates. Armed goons patrolling the streets. The new puppet state of "Obolenskidonia". A turn for the worse, indeed. It took almost half an hour to tell in full.. of the takeover, the divided city.. the heroic resistance, the escape of three ships.. to come.. here. Might as well ask it up front.

"What would you have of us, Jed? Asylum? You already have that. Repairs? A hiding place? You have those if you need them. Even employment, if you want it."

"Thank you sir, but I may be politically undesirable. Obolensky IS the defacto government of New Babbage at the moment, like it or hate it. He would have the right to make complaints if you shelter us."

"Complaints to whom? The Autocrat hardly cares. Frankly, they'd have to find you first. Don't give it another thought. Stay as long as you like."

"Actually, I had in mind to return to New Babbage sooner rather than later", she said.

"Again, what would you need from us? Repairs? Provisions?"

"Ships. Crew. I mean to attack while Obolensky does not have a consolidated hold on the people and military. He has artillery, a small fleet, and some shore guns. but nothing that we couldn't handle on water."

"How many ships are left in Babbage, Jed?"

"Twenty? Twenty Five? Mostly New Babbage heavies. He is very low on crew, though."

"Attacking that many? In a town harbor? With Gun Emplacements? We would need a least a temporary advantage of three to one for such an attack, Jed. There's not a fleet on the planet so large!"

"Aye, not in one place, no... but combined, yes!"

At that moment, Eva rejoined us with a sheaf of foolscap in her hand.

"What do you have there, Eva?"

"Aether Telegrams, sir. From the Hardtacks**, the Steelheads***, and the Steubings++. All report they have sent a contingent of ships in our direction and request port clearance." She looked up, confused.

I looked up at Jed, sharply.

She shrugged. "Don't blame me, the Clockwinder has been a very busy little man in exile."

I frowned. Mayor (in exile) Tenk presumed too damned much if he thinks I was going to drop everything at a moment's notice and send out the largest force in Wrath Fleet history as a favor. Still.

I looked Jed steadily in the eye. She stared back, grinning.

"Alright then.. and who is going to lead this monkey knife fight, as if I didn't know already?"

She continued to stare. I could feel the Lady Eva's eyes on me as well.

"ALRIGHT then. Tell the little troublemaker that the Wraths will come through for him. But he's footing the coal bill for this trip.. it'll beggar me."

Jed grinned some more as the first shouts from the look outs heralded the arrival of the Hardtacks coming from the direction of the Lost Sea. Behind them, the plucky little Steelhead Naval Service fleet, Mixed Taos and Apache class ironclads. No sign of the Steubings yet. The White Fleet was late to the party.

By midday, the Emperor of Steeltopia himself (who I have and will always call "Blue" because it annoys him), Commodore Peterman (standing, quite worn out, she being ill at the time) and various officers from the Rats ++ and Smokes clustered around a wall map. With the last Steelhead ship came a familiar, albeit diminutive, figure. Wounded, grim, and very much still game, down the ramp strode the Clockwinder of New Babbage, every pugnacious inch of his 3 foot 5 frame looking ready to strike someone. I stared at him solemnly, and saluted. Military ceremony isn't the Clockwinder's forte, but he knew he had a moment to rise to here, if he wanted the cooperation of this room of squabbling, egocentric naval officers. He came to attention, and acknowledged my salute. I nodded in the ensuing quiet. The room erupted into cheers as the crowd parted for the little Mayor of New Babbage, his face flushed from all the attention, as he strode up to the war plan table.

"Greetings, Hotspur. So you've done it."

"Me? I woke up this morning fighting one war, not two. I'd say it was YOU who did, it Tenk."

His face split into a rare grin. "Ah, yes.. I have been busy. Taking the helm of the operation?"

I gave him an exasperated look.

"Yes, I did know you would. Yes, I owe you one."

"You'll owe me one if we win. This is a nasty business, Tenk. A nasty business."

"Acknowledged. I will provide what intelligence there is. We'll need submarines, if you have them.. and enough power to breach the Obolensky retaining wall.. And Enough of a landing party to get the resistance started..."

The Alliance Fleet

Tenk pulled a crate up to the table, climbed up on it to speak to the planners assembled, and the serious work began. Down in the shipyard, the welding and riveting commenced, as various damaged fleets sought much needed repairs.

Three days later: Eastward approaches to the Vernian Sea

I handed Tenk the spyglass.

New Babbage Navy Heavy

"Tenk, I've been in these waters before, many times, at night and day. And there never was a sandbar here before. Would you care to explain this?"

His eyes scanned the horizon.. "There! See? Some form of autonomic dredging machine. Something of Obolensky's. He's dredging the center of the channel to build an artificial sandbar. Hmmm. Elegant. He doesn't need nearly the manpower to defend the Eastern half of the city, does he? Damnably clever."

Commodore O'Toole surveys the approach

I could make out a large digging machine, half submerged, in the center of the channel.. pouring watery sand from the beach out into the center, where it poured out to settle in the water.

"This isn't good, Tenk. Not at all. We can't get our heavy class ships over this bar, or dredge it ourselves, in time."

"Are we scuppered?" he asked, frowning.

"Didn't say that. I'm saying an already complicated action has just become more complex. We'll need to anchor the Fear Endjin, the Babbage Mammoth, and the other heavy class out here, right up against the bar, and someone will have to sight the bombardment for us, from inside the city. Using semaphore. The rest of us, in particular, the subs, will be able to pass over the bar. WE have several Hollands with us to make the infantry landings in town. If he doesn't have a net out, we should have the element of surprise going for us. God help us if we get caught in a sea-net and he has shore artillery."

Tenk nodded, suddenly looking quite gray in the face. "H... I don't want to get these boys slaughtered if it's hopeless. Should we about face out of here, before we're detected?"

"It won't be easy, but it's not hopeless. If we wait much longer, the resistance will not grow any momentum and Obolensky has it won. Mayor Tenk, it's your call. We're going to take some casualties, I can't hide that fact. But if we are fast enough, and hit hard enough, and can land some marines in the right place to make a sudden snatch and grab... well, we can make this happen."

Again, he considered this. "Let's go, then."

I hauled up the signalman and gave him a message for the captains of the heavies to fall back. The Submarines were loading with marines trying to get their Lee-Enfield rifles through the hatch of the Hollands gracefully.

Loading Holland Submarines

The mortar men on the Tyrans and Hardtack Defiant class ships were laying out and trimming the fuses for their mortar bombs to various preset lengths. I waved at CDR Comber on the DEUCALION. We'd need the tall Texan today..

Wrath Mortar Ship, Submarine in background

The last of the marines were on board the Holland subs and they moved out to submerge quietly, advancing into Babbage. Suddenly, the silence was broken..

AIRSHIPS! THREE OF THEM! Advancing full speed.

Indeed, I could make out the silver grey skin of some fast moving lighter than air ships, clearly heavily armed from the slow manner of their turns. We were spotted, and they were coming this way.

I collapsed my scope in grim satisfaction.. NOT this time, my lads, not this time.

I had the Babbage officer next to me signal to Captain Somme on the LADY CALLI, the fleet communications ship.

B-R-I-N-G-(space) J-O-N-A-S (space) U-P

Signal acknowledged.

A far off thrumming sound grew steadily discernible behind us as we approached the New Babbage bar. The far off airships appeared to be fighting a headwind, but were making slow progress. One by one, our smaller ships slipped over the sandbar, heading into the outreaches of the Vernian Sea. Overhead, Jonas, the last commander of the Fleet Air Arm of Middlesea, surged forward in my very own Black Maria Aether Frigate, which had been found in a warehouse in Caledon. It had taken two months and a small fortune in lindens, but she was here, surging over us low to salute and then rising up to engage three of Doctor Oblensky's airships. I laughed to myself. I'd never go into battle without decent air cover again. I waved up at Jonas's ship in futile fashion and stood off while the combined force entered the Babbage waterways. We might pull this off yet.



Glossary:

++ Steubing: A Caledonian Naval Oficer
* Smoke: A New Babbage seaman
*** Steelheads: A member of the Steelhead Naval Service
+ Rats: Wrath Fleet Crews
** Hardtacks: Steelopian Empire ship (a play on the word cookie)

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