Originally posted to the CGL Battletech forum as a fanfic story seed.

Casual familiarity and local recruiting had diluted Wolf’s Dragoons’ exoticism by the time we as players first saw them in the 3020s, but when they burst upon the Inner Sphere in 3005, they were strange and foreign.  Leaving aside their sheer strength and their equipment’s condition, the Dragoons themselves were mysterious and intriguing.  Their accents and speech patterns were reminiscent of recordings of the vanished Star League (not even Clan Goliath Scorpion’s best linguists could completely prepare them to sound like Inner Sphere natives).  Their attire, their hairstyles and personal grooming, their universally-superior physical condition, their foodways, their clear unfamiliarity with Inner Sphere conditions and customs… all of these factors, and more, troubled the Federated Suns’ intelligence agencies but drew the attention of the court.

For their part, the Dragoons were part spies, part disaster tourists, and part social archaeologists.  The Inner Sphere was not what they’d been briefed to expect.  If they were to succeed in their mission, they had to learn to integrate – quickly, and at all levels of society.  To this end, Colonel Wolf’s command staff and a select few ristars ahem, rising stars became fixtures of New Avalon’s court scene when not on mission.

Young, Bloodnamed, passionate, not yet hiding heartbreak behind her Black Widow persona… Natasha Kerensky was not immune to the grandeur and spectacle of the court.  And First Prince Ian Davion was not immune to her legendary allure.  Events proceeded as they often do in such circumstances.

In 3009, as the mercenaries prepared to leave Federated Suns space for Capellan employ, Dragoon MedTechs implanted an anonymous embryo in an Iron Womb.