As the 3140s began, it looked to be a time for the Suns to truly rise ascendant over the madness consuming the Inner Sphere. The Successor States lay in disarray, taken up in internal disputes and petty warmongering. The League struggled against the Lyran Commonwealth as it attempted to reform its once great nation. The Commonwealth itself was taken up in near civil war, until their new allies the Wolves turned on them and they were beset on all sides. The Falcons have proven themselves to be the barbarians we knew them to be, forming a great horde and killing all who stand in their way. The Draconis Combine lay bloodied, with their pet clan turning against them and the once great line of Hohiro Kurita snuffed out by squabbling warlords. The Capellan Confederation had been beaten back from the walls of the Republic, and was injured and exposed. The Suns were the bulwark of order and justice in the Sphere, bringing freedom to those who were being oppressed by the numerous bandit kings taking over the Republic Remanent. We were even preparing to make good on Hanse Davion’s legacy to end the threat of Liao to humanity. We saw this, and knew that we were destined to prevail over the chaff that was our enemies.
We were wrong.
The conflicts began simply enough. The long fought over Draconis Reach, an area squabbled over by Duke Sandoval and the Combine, was conquered in short order by the Dracs and their Wolf’s Dragoons. They resisted all attempts by the Draconis March to uproot them from their newly held positions. Most worryingly, the pleas for assistance from that March fell on deaf ears. Dutchess Hasek declined, citing the threat of the Capellan Confederation. First Prince Caleb Davion ignored the requests, focusing on the upcoming invasion of the Confederation. I failed to send troops as well. Most of our offensive units were pledged to the First Prince’s efforts, and I did not wish to send our best and most noble to the meatgrinder that the Reach had become. Perhaps it is my folly that has lead to our Realm being in this state.
The Combine was not content with simply ending the long struggle for the Reach. Soon they struck into our coreward most March, gutting it ruthlessly. By the end of 3144, Robinson had fallen, and Duke Sandoval had died heroically in defense of our freedoms. Shocked into action, our gallant First Prince relocated to Palmyra to begin a devastating counterblow to the Drac menace. The blow never came. His entire command, nearly 13 Regiments, were put to the sword by attacking DCMS forces. The Dragon still surges forward, reaching into the heart of the Suns towards New Avalon.
Into this chaos, the cowards along our anti-spinward border have leapt at the chance to harm us. The Capellan Confederation razed their way through the Capellan March. New Syrtis burns now, and the Duchess Hasek has been murdered in retaliation for her will to oppose the Liao.
So, what now? We of the Periphery march are alone untouched of the provinces of the Federated Suns. We can simply turn our backs on our fellows in the other Marches. We can steel ourselves for the coming storm, in hopes that the vipers ignore us once they reach the heart of the Suns. Often we have been considered the little brother of the other Marches, not worthy of attention nor of chances to prove ourselves, and none expect us to rise to this calling. We can match these expectations and simply fade into the shadows.
Or we can do what none anticipate. Let us seize this opportunity in defense of our Realm, to prove ourselves equal to those who would disparage us as ‘The Outback’. We stand in a place to show that the toughness of our worlds and of our lives shines through in our mettle as well. Our forces are preparing to take this fight to our enemy, to hold back the hordes that threaten the Suns. And we are not alone. Julian Davion and his cadre are rushing to aid us in our struggles in a treacherous journey from the Lyran Commonwealth. Our cousins in the Filtvelt Coalition stand with us, sending their greatest forces to see to our defense.
I call now for volunteers to drive forth into the storm beyond our March’s borders, to see that both our friends and our foes know that we are not simply to be ignored. We will show that the light of the Suns shines not only from its golden worlds, but throughout every world that its freedoms touch.
-Duke Bernard Marsin Addressing the AFFS on June, October 3145