Earl Rammage Character in Lieben Cycle | World Anvil

Earl Rammage

Commodore Earl Troy Rammage


A transcript from the personal logs of Commodore Earl Rammage.

A hint in Aderastos’ eyes, the clarion trumpet of ill dreams sunk Rammage back in his seat.

“... you were created to serve. Not be autonomous.”

“Something went wrong.”

“You said that, I didn’t. Drink?” Rammage shifted toward the liquor cabinet, knew he’d a better chance of running if the open hostility unveiled a more violent repercussion. He grabbed the wine.

“The whiskey. Neat.” Aderastos looked at all three options of chairs and leaned his bulk against Rammage’s desk. Poked at the files on the smooth desk. Personnel files. Rammage growled and set down the wine, instead took the cork out of his whiskey. “You thought it. Part of the report you write for the ones above you, is that not correct?”

“Is that not correct? Asking for whiskey neat? Where did you learn to English?” He poured two glasses, held one out to Aderastos. The Asset’s fingers wrapped around Rammage’s entire wrist, engulfed him like night engulfed a quiet room. It was then Rammage allowed himself to recognize how gargantuan Aderastos was. All eight feet of him confined in the office meant to be as spacious as a naval vessel allowed.

“Your crew is loud.”

— Neon Lieben
What, you thought I'd let someone else write my biography? Feck you.

Physical Description

Body Features

See the picture. I am not... I'm not doing this. 

Facial Features

The picture. See it. It's right there.

Identifying Characteristics

My glowing personality.

Physical quirks

Cracking my neck.

Apparel & Accessories

Perpetually in a prim and pressed uniform. I don't press it myself, when I have junior officers for that.

Specialized Equipment

A desk with a hidden weapon's compartment. A drinks cabinet with a biometric lock on it.... no, I lied. It's not a biometric lock. It's a key. And I have the key. The only key. Stay out of my whiskey or I'll shoot you with my hidden guns.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

I wear being born before Lieben, to a family of Conglom Directors as a badge of honour. The Flag War was on its' tail end, when my mother went into labour at the Conglom tower in Vancouver, one of a few kids born to directors during the war.

Post-war meant luxuries we didn't have to share, with 154 million people dead. I wonder if it should've meant more to a kid, the stares from employees, when I launched drones to take long glimpses through Stanley Park from the porch, or my room in our directorial penthouse. Got the best education, which I did alright in when my head was in it. Didn't matter much, when I was fast-tracked through the Conglom's Junior Leadership Program. What were a few 'networking events' which turned into wild parties? I was Fast Tracked. I couldn't lose more than a few years at lower pay-scales my investment funds would cover in time.

I joined the Conglomerate merchant Navy in 2096 on my 18th birthday. It was a family decision, a respectable place for the wild youth who took to his life a bit too wildly. Maybe I should have respected my mother's wine cellar more than I did. Learned since, as all folk do eventually, my parents were right about something.

Once I caught the first whiff of ocean air on a naval vessel instead of a yacht, my life was sunk for any other path. Who needed me to be on the Board, or in some land-locked position in a tower, when I could eventually command my own ship? On Fast-Track with a purchased commission, of course.

What, think I'd bunk with the plebeians?

My parents paid for my first Lieutenant commission as a graduation present, and I was set. A navy man. Tensions were rising again, the way they had prior to The Flag War, but this time, there was no UN to act initial peacekeepers. It was a bunch of Idless and some anarchists running around the planet, searching for a lost machine. Hoping for the salvation from their corporate overlords. Maybe if they applied themselves, and signed a contract they'd be able to afford to shut the frick up.

Control Day happened in 2105. I was 27, a Lieutenant Commander aboard the CGM Ogopogo. A corvette which ran escort duty for the CGM Abraham, an aging Capital-Class carrier. We didn't realize when our AI started transmitting Lieben's message the world shifted undeniably, until the Ogopogo changed course without input from Command. 

I took an axe to the AI's processing node, while Captain Lau radioed the fleet in an old redundant transmission that made my ears bleed to do the same. We disconnected the ships we could, offlined our NEO-W's, while the others made their nearest port of call, and shut down all weapons. NEO-units walked off. Some straight into the sea. A waste of investment. 

Got a commendation for my decisive actions, and a six month furlough while the upper ranks and Board decided what the living hell to do with a bunch of shut down ships, and NEO-Ns claiming sapience. Walking off the jobs. 

During the furlough, my family introduced me to a fellow Director's daughter, a bit older than me and unmarried, with ties to the manufacturing side of the Conglomerate's interests. We wed two weeks later, a strengthening of bonds in chaotic times. 

Our son was born 2112. A few years after Lieben stole the planet for her 'protect the kids' routine. Furloughs were our marriage after the honeymoon I never spoke to my son after the inevitable divorce. Amicable enough, when one considered the Conglom's frantic position after Control Day and the shift in the tides. I needed less distraction out at sea, I needed to be useful to the Conglom, while she worked in psych to help disconnect those like us: high tech people thrust into the remedial age. My missions were getting more and more secret, and when the Conglom gingerly pushed a manilla envelope across the table with a contract extension for a mission which never intended to make land?

My fountain pen scratched at the paper in less than a minute.

Family life became the Sea, and while I rose in rank, I knew my dedication to the Conglom Naval forces was my ticket to the best possible life, even for the family I left behind.

I will be rewarded. I will. It will be worth it. You see this, Mother Dear? I will be rewarded, lauded in the streets.

I will defeat you.

Gender Identity

I am a man's man. Anything else can shove it. My world is starkly biological, despite the wealth of humanity around me proving my antiquated ideas wrong. Sure, have your identities. Not on my ship, not where it can complicate our mission.


Being bound to the Conglom's ideals, I became the most fastidious option for commanding and presiding over the most secret project in the entire Conglomerate: The Asset Project.   A man with no familial connections, no want to leave the sea, no conflicting histories would be the perfect one to ensure the Asset Project remained secret, and the war against Lieben could be fought at the proper time, once they had weapons which could take out the damned machines.

Failures & Embarrassments

Marriage.   AD-001 's escape from the Ithavoll was the largest failure of my career, and comes with deadly consequences.

Morality & Philosophy

The ends justify the means.


Lieben's cushy 'come and receive' nonsense.  Betraying the Conglomerate. To betray the Conglomerate's vision is to betray the human race. I won't have it.

Personality Characteristics


To end the reign of the Mater Machine Lieben and take control of our planet and our technology back from the machines who think they know better than us what we need.    Screw you, Lieben. I want my planet and my tech, and I'm not willing to have you hovering over my shoulder to get them.
Serial Number
Current Status
Commanding the Ithavoll
Currently Boarded Vehicle
Year of Birth
2078 CE 77 Years old
Greying Brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
62 kg
Quotes & Catchphrases
"Did you hurt your pride? Get the frick up, brush it off and get working. Idiot."
Owned Vehicles
Aligned Organization
Known Languages
English, Mandarin, French & Hindi
General Physical Condition

If I got more sun, I'd tan. My brown hair is greying on the sides, uniform a bit more loose in 2155... Do I really have to tell you what I look like? My last IDent picture is right there. 

Intellectual Characteristics

I am a nihilistic rationalist, who believes anything remotely spiritual is a ruse, hoax or self-fulfilling prophesy. Give me facts, and give me ambition. If a person doesn't have ambition, they'd better only reach for a simple life.

Mental Trauma

Nothing traumatic enough to mention. I'm not going to cry 'trauma' when I've had a mostly charmed life of privilege. Those who have honest trauma? Help them. They need it.

What? Thought I'd spout about losing my tech? Yes, it was hard. I chose not to have anything to attach to Lieben's ways, was it traumatic? No. Might've been a terrible husband, but I listened enough to know my psychologist wife was dealing with people who'd undergone true, significant trauma. 

I might be a bastard, but I won't claim something, when others need the help much more.

The Lieben Cycle Book 1: NEON Lieben
Amazon Top 300 Cyberpunk + Genetic Engineering Sci-Fi
"I never thought science fiction could be so beautiful."

AI meets gene-splicers, when the Idless & the Conglom fight to define Lieben and thus, the world. Seven decades later, Aderastos sets the human race against its’ next stage in evolution, if he can survive long enough to rescue his fellows, and Max.

Will Lieben help, or hinder?

The Lieben Cycle Book 2: Emptiness at the Centre
Sequel to the Cyberpunk Bestseller
"I never thought science fiction could be so beautiful."

The walls are closing in on Aderastos and the Assets, in both 2092 and 2156. Will he rediscover their secrets in time to save his fellows, and rectify the chaos in Lieben's world?

Back in 2092, the Conglom's search for Lieben and the Idless increases in tenacity. How did Lieben take the Chernobyl Throne?


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