LWDD-1

==Chapter 1 Lest we drown in the darkness...==
by Cannonshop
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2769, Kowloon System, Rim Worlds Republic
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Everything is timing in space.  With a good stopwatch and the right charts, and a little patience, you can navigate a solar system with nothing but a pressure suit and a can of spray-paint.
This is a fact that eludes Dirtyfeet, even the ones who make their careers out of starships and dropships.  Everything is timing.
Anh Cu'ong floated outside her skiff.  she'd done the calculations, and if the RWS Al-Benatar had been crewed by proper spacers, they might've noticed what she put in motion three weeks ago.
They didn't.  If their dirtside intelligence had been worth a shit? well...turns out Kevin Mosovich was good as his word about keeping it secret.
Amaris has withdrawn most of the garrisons to hold his new Terran Empire, and the Steiners had been generous with the info on the slavers-they had a good reason to, of course-their leaders got them entangled and they couldn't afford to move openly against the rimjob tyrants, not with the hostages Amaris held.
Three weeks ago, for the space of seven days, the packages had accelerated from the outer system, their timing based on predictions.  The Movement had stuck with Ngo's plan-they'd timed their uprising to draw the Rim Worlders to move into an interdiction orbit.  There are so many moving parts to the plan...
but attention was focused on the planet.  She was sure they'd missed it.
The riots in Ia Drang would keep their attention, a pattern that was planned for this specific strike.
The first shots of Kowloon's liberation, and this time, there would be no surrendering, because the Rimjobs couldn't call in the SLDF to do their dirty work this time.
"Three...two...one..."
The Pinto-class Corvette moving to provide support in suppressing the riots lit off, as timing and space brought it directly into the path of 700 hydrogen-tons volume of nickel iron in 5 ton lots, accelerated for two weeks at high G from the outer system.
The Star League Court had ruled that Dinh Diep wasn't a war crime, because it was a domestic suppression.
There would be no Dinh Diep this time.  The Rim Worlder warship broke apart as the flash-trails of the meteors passing through Kowloon's upper atmosphere announced the beginning of the war of liberation.
She could see it through telescopic filters, as the planet turned, presenting the face of the base at Nha Tranh, on the central savannahs.
The dawn's light was about to be lit, by somewhat slower impactors, aimed in pattern, shaved and propelled, timed to strike the right way. 
The Rimjobs chose those rolling hills for their geological stability-and those plains, for the lack of cover for anyone to flee from the slave pens at the spaceport.
She regretted what loss of life was going on down below, but only because there was no way to time it so that innocent people would be completely clear.
"It's for a good cause." she swore, but she felt God's disapproving stare, as light bloomed on the surface.
This time, they couldn't leave it standing, this time they had to break the chains.
But this time, the SLDF would not be here to help put those chains back on.
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