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Harrison Armory
I think a lot of people fundamentally misunderstand Harrison Armory, Lancer fans on Tumblr especially.
Harrison Armory is not Nazi Germany. Harrison Armory doesn't actually have an exact parallel on modern-day Earth, and it would be difficult to draw them without potentially insensitive implications.
I think the closest parallel I can draw is late-stage Obama-era America, with a lot of Nordic-style public investment and China's Social Credit system.
People depicting the Armory as a cold, grind-obsessed hypercapitalist nightmare are thinking of IPS-N. The Armory looks after its citizens, at least in as much as happy workers are productive workers. Even as a colonial subject, you can expect a decent standard of living simply because they don't answer solely to shareholders - for better or for worse, the Armory has a vision, an insistence upon the dignity of Humanity which wouldn't allow them to let you live in squalor. This is a cold, haughty kind of beneficence - they don't care about you per se, it's just that allowing you to suffer would reflect poorly on them.
You will get healthcare. You will get free, frequent public transit that you might not even need to use, since every city is walkable. You will get clean water, healthy food and safe streets. You will get frequent vacations and as many sick days as you need. No matter your ethnicity, birth gender, gender identity, religion, sexuality, physical or mental ability, the Armory has a place for you. The Armory does not discriminate.
The Armory is expansionist, for sure, but it chooses its new acquisitions carefully - Diasporan worlds under the thumb of ruthless dictators, repressive theocracies, avaricious hypercapitalist oligarchs. If you're a colonial subject, the Armory have likely liberated you from tyrants.
What do you give in return? Complete cultural obedience.
You will not cause a disturbance. You will not rock the boat. You will not question the benevolent system that gave you this abundance. The Armory gives you all the choices that really matter to someone like you: eat what you want, shop where you want, buy what you want - after all, every shop, every café, every restaurant is an Armory subsidiary, so whatever cuisine you favour, whatever brand of dataslate you prefer, the Armory is making back most of the salary they pay you. The Armory puts a roof over your head. The Armory protects you from the wolves at the door. The Armory even lets you vote on your local representatives (they've all got spotless Socials, so you know that no matter who you choose, they're loyal, attentive citizens). Are you not happy? Are you not grateful?
Show us. Show us you're grateful. Show up to the Foundation Day parade. Salute the statues of Harrisons I (PRAISE THE DIRECTOR GENERAL, LONG MAY HE SERVE), II (PRAISE THE DIRECTOR GENERAL, LONG MAY HE SERVE) and III (PRAISE THE DIRECTOR GENERAL, LONG MAY HE SERVE). Recite the Pledge. Volunteer for the local Guard Corps - or better yet, the Colonial Legion. Don't you care about your community? Aren't you proud of your nation? Don't you want to give back? Aren't you a good citizen?
What's that? Dissent? You little shit! You ungrateful little worm! After all we've done for you, after all this Great Nation has sacrificed for you, you dare ask for more? Harrison I (PRAISE THE DIRECTOR GENERAL, LONG MAY HE SERVE) sacrificed himself on Union's altar for us - for YOU! Harrison II (PRAISE THE DIRECTOR GENERAL, LONG MAY HE SERVE) died refusing to bend the knee, refusing to sacrifice our freedom - YOUR LIBERTY! Harrison III (PRAISE THE DIRECTOR GENERAL, LONG MAY HE SERVE) tours the Purview to see and hear your fellow countrymen and address their concerns, and you dare question his right to rule? The Steward Council is comprised of only his most trusted advisors - do you doubt their commitment to our values?
We live in the best and brightest era of human civilization, the problems of the past all behind us, and all you can think about is ways to drag us all down. You ungrateful, shiftless, lazy little bastard. You want me to call the local Social board? See how they feel about your profile? If you don't feel like the Armory is doing enough for you? Well, let's see how you like it when the Armory does nothing for you. You clearly don't have the spirit or the courage to be truly free.
Ugh, dissenters, am I right? Fuck, sorry about that, folks. Yeah, that was... intense! Anyway, let's not let that whole sordid ordeal ruin this party. Let's all just chill, take an edible, and celebrate what we came here to celebrate - the Colonial Legion incorporated its first all-trans Genghis brigade! What a win for progressivism, right? You'd never see that in the Trade Baronies! Praise the Director General! Long may he serve!
Harrison Armory: None shall stand in the path of the marching flame. All will bow before our might in awe or lay crushed bellow our boot. Glory to Harrison!
Smith-Shimano: Speed. Grace. Precision. To advance- to hone the cutting edge- is more than just a drive, it’s transcendence. Man is divine, and his chariot is wreathed in gold and steel.
HORUS: Something stirs in the depths of the machine vast and unfathomable. It sings sweet promises to the mad and promises dominion to those unshackled by the chains of reality. Break free. Know the unknowable.
IPS-N:
✅ Triangular geometric design ✅ Tendency to build a dangerous level of heat ✅ "heavily armored" ✅ Made by a fascist asswipe
This is a Harrison Armory frame
"I sure hope nobody tries to acquire or manage my fledgling colony"
The humble Harrison Armory size 5 mech about to be dropped from orbit:
Big Manufacturers and their associated Handlers
Smith-Shimano Corporation
Violence is an art and anyone can be an artist. Using this pedestrian-level analogy, you can get a pretty good idea of how a Smith-Shimano Handler will treat you. They will tell you that you have potential. Acquire enough real combat experience and hours in repeated simulations and you could rise from a mere practitioner to a virtuoso. One who decides the tempo of battle and the trends of war. But let's not get too far ahead. You will need unfaultering discipline to address the flaws, both blatant and obscured, within you. And only your SSC Handler can give you that.
Harrison Armory
On paper you almost look like a good investment. You've exhibited some interesting behavior on and off the battlefield. You test well with key target demographics that the Armory is engaging with. ... Look, this is about what your Armory Handler is going to do for you. They are going to get you the mercenary contracts that will make you look heroic. Then they are going to put you in front of omninet cameras that will make you seem relatable. Between the PR and military campaigns, you'll become a figurehead, with depth. And if you fuck that up... well it depends on the severity.
IPS-N
Whatever you need to operate in a war fighting capacity, your InterPlanetaryShipping-Northstar Handler will do their best to provide. They've done and seen it all, not much frightens them. Got some mental problems? They set you up an appointment with Jimmy, he's a licensed therapist and psychiatrist, good listener, straight talker. Weird tech issues with your mech? This is Jill, she's good with hardware, software, and even paracausal materials. A date? Sorry that's a violation of professional standards. However you are invited to your Handler's family friday evening potluck. Don't die on the battlefield until you've had their synth-printed carne asada, that's an order.
H0RUS
Puppy? Handler-Mommy's gonna be real with you. She thought she had signed up for a very elaborate cosmic horror kink session with a mysterious client. Instead she somehow wound up in this active war zone with you. And she doesn't know how that happened and Something Is Wrong. Regardless, Handler-Mommy didn't get this far in her life without picking up a lot of weird yet useful skills. So she's going to do her best for you, her little attack dog. And You are going to kill everything in mommy's way. Can you do that Puppy? Can you kill for Mommy?