A generation ago, humanity's space colonies waged a successful war of independence, leaving the Earth's administrative blocs in ruins. With the assassination of the North Atlantic Union's loudest voice for rearmament, the nation careens toward collapse. Shattered and rebuilt through constant fighting on their nation's frontiers, the North Atlantic Army's 12th MS Squadron and its officers find the fate of their bloc thrust into their hands. Either the successor to the Haroldson name will keep hold of the tiger's tail, or he will be thrown into its jaws. (A fic focusing less on the core Asticassia cast, and more on members of groups like the Earthian blocs, Dawn of Fold, Space Assembly League, and Dominicus.) Warnings: Violence, strong language.