SIS File 54371a-3133-A (Appendix)

(I ‘borrowed’ this file from our MIIO friends. While it’s not exactly helpful, I think it might represent a small step towards cracking the greatest mystery of the age. And right now, we need all the help we can get)

As of June 3132, the 12th Highland Gryphons were considered to be a top-tier mercenary command. At the time, the unit consisted of a combined-arms regiment with a MRBC A rating. The unit was rated as Veteran, and had a long history of reliable service to its various employers. The unit was equipped with top of rhe line technology, including a not inconsiderable degree of Clantech. With a history going back to the SLDF, the unit had a long and storied history.

All of these factors make the unit's apparent disappearance or destruction during Grey Monday even more confusing. If the unit did desert, then it would be a considerable break of character for such a storied and trusted command. However, if it was destroyed, then this raises a lot more questions as to who were able to launch such an attack and take on such a capable command. A number of options present themselves, however, all of them seem to be rather improbable. Each of these will be discussed below

Fletcher Industriplex Beta

During the days of the Terran Hegemony, Fletcher had been something of an Industrial Powerhouse. After the fall of the Star Leauge, the ravages the Succession Wars had destroyed almost all of Fletcher’s heavy industry, especially its once-extensive military manufacturing.  By the end of the Jihad, Fletcher was seen as a dismal world with little to offer, its sole industry of note being funerals and internment of the dead.

The Republic’s resettlement programs in the aftermath of the Jihad helped turn the ailing world around, the new additions to its population bringing with them new opportunities. The resettlement of Clan Wolf civilians on Fletcher bought an influx of technology to the battered world, allowing its people a chance to rebuild much of what they had lost. The economic boom that came with the Republic’s Golden Age of peace aided in this rebuilding, helping to again change the face of the world.

From the personal journal of Bruce Wolf

Bloody hell. Meeting someone again that you have not seen in ten bloody years is always going to be awkward, but seeing Ivar again after so long was definitely a right mess.

Me and Ivar knew each other from back in the early Steel Wolf days. The pair of us trained together and it’s fair to say that there was a bit of a rivalry between us. I mean, we were not at each other’s throats all the time, but we definitely did get along like a house on fire. And while we ended up in different Trinaries, I could tell that he was always looking to have a go at me. And when he got left behind I knew that he’d be mad as a cut snake.

So when I ran into him ten years later, I knew that there was going to be a bit of blue happening there. I mean he did not immediately spit the dummy at me, but I knew he was not going to be happy about going from Clan Warrior to Cut Lunch Commando and then all the way to Dole Bludger while I at least got a shot at getting all grouse on Terra, Skye and wherever else. I mean, even if it did not work out as planned, I got to have a go while all he did was pick his nose.

From the personal journal of Irisz Magyari

I’ve mentioned before how much of an asset the journals of my predecessors have been. Getting their thoughts, their recollections and observations, their perspective on events and people and other matters at such an intimate level is very informative and had been of immense aid. Between them, Sel, Jelek and Annika left behind quite a lot for me to work from, even if each has their own way of recording those events and their own idiosyncrasies in their retellings. For all her self-absorbed flighty nature, Sel is surprisingly verbose her writing has an amazing depth to it.

Sadly, my own father was far less detailed and thorough in his own efforts. His journals have long periods between entries, and many of them are far from complete. A number of major events in the unit’s history receive only the briefest of notes, and often he just skips over things altogether. There’s times where they become almost frustrating, as I go to them looking for his thoughts on some matter, only to find a blank or a couple of hastily scrawled notes. While it’s tempting to also point out that his period as commander also included the golden age of the Republic and the greatest waning of the mercenary trade since the fall of the Star League, there’s also that wish that he’d written something.

With that brevity of course comes one great mystery. His journals yield no clues whatsoever as to why he took his leave from the unit in August 3135 or where he went to. All I know is that he was last seen heading into Prefecture X, and that I can assume that he is inside the walls of Fortress Republic.

Ivar Wolf

Just doing my job and all - NK

Given how much we're trusting him with, I thought that it might be worth knowing a bit more about our would be ally, Ivar Wolf. I agree that he is still our best bet at cracking Fenris Isle, but I also think that it's worth keeping an eye on him. While I feel that he has no love at all for the Cappellans, it's not like he has a clean background as you'll see

Ivar was born Ivar Grodenko on Buchalu in 3106. He comes from a blue collar family that, even despite the Republic's best efforts, was only just on the edge of the poverty line. While never proven, there's evidence that Viktor Grodenko, his father, was involved with organised crime. Young Ivar himself seems to have struggled with his schooling and even had a juvenile criminal record at one stage. After leaving high school, he landed a factory job that seemed to keep him mostly out of trouble, but there is no indication that he tried to attain (or had any intention of attaining) Republic citizenship. Apparently he was bought in for questioning at least once by local authorities, but no charges were laid.