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Non-Canon Units / Re: 21st D.A.K. (Merc Combined Arms Battalion)
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General BattleTech Discussion / Re: Mercenaries Kickstarter Discussion 6: the 1st 3rd Star League conversation
« Last post by Ghaz on Today at 17:11:57 »On a side note the toxicity on the KS forums is really disheartening.
The number one rule of Comments sections is "never read the Comments section"
Still haven't received my updated Shipping yet...
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Clan Chatterweb / Re: Clan Jade Falcon III: Admittedly, We May Have Falconed a Little Too Hard
« Last post by Scotty on Today at 17:11:18 »I'm planning a Cluster that's built entirely out of what's in active production on Sudeten and the most difficult part was trimming it did to "just" a Cluster.
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The Inner Sphere / Re: Political instability in the Capellan Confederation?
« Last post by BrianDavion on Today at 17:06:27 »Yet that hasn't been the case for the others, but it was the case for the Confederation from its very founding. the Capellan Confederation came into being becauae the constituent countries were under imminent threat of occupation & absorbtion. "We all stick together or we all hang separately" is embedded in their history & national identity.
The quote is "hang together or hang seperately"your version loses some of the poeteticness. the thing is, that even if that's true it's also kinda unrealistic. St.Ives is actually what I'm going to specificly target here, during the interm dark age period the devs deliberately defanged St.Ives and removed their independance, despite us being told the treaty with st.ives did make a few concessions. This is doubly annoying as the capcon in the Dark Ages is NOT a weak state, they are one of the PRE-EMINANT POWERS of the Dark Age era. So the "ohh they can't afford it" bit is BS. Also I find it impossiable to belive SunTzu Liao made the huge number of changes he did, including changing the capcon flag (by which he removed a important bit of political symbolism, all to "chinafy" the flag) and apparently faced no oppisition towards it. As someone whose a student of political science that's right up there with "And then he won the war when his Unicorn brigade flew in and defeated the enemy mechs with the power of their rainbow farts" :) )
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BattleMechs / Re: Filling in the Syberian AutoMechs (Open Thread)
« Last post by Giovanni Blasini on Today at 17:02:36 »Sounder is based on the Thunderbolt overall, but also has a head. That wasn’t completely clear when I started my fanfic, but we can blame that on early installment weirdness.
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BattleMechs / Re: Koloss K-14: Anything pithy I could say might get me rule 4'd
« Last post by Giovanni Blasini on Today at 17:01:56 »“Workers fill your quotas, and beware of flying glass.”
Overall, neat design, and I like the inclusion of hands, even if it feels like a stretch for their first ‘Mech, just because they’re so useful.
One thing I did notice though is it looks like you have regular flamers paired with the vehicle flamer ammo.
Overall, neat design, and I like the inclusion of hands, even if it feels like a stretch for their first ‘Mech, just because they’re so useful.
One thing I did notice though is it looks like you have regular flamers paired with the vehicle flamer ammo.
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MechWarrior Hall / Re: Word Association 36: SAY WHAT AGAIN!!!
« Last post by Wrangler on Today at 17:00:25 »Locked
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Fan Fiction / Re: BattleTech Flash Fiction
« Last post by 9thLetter on Today at 16:44:33 »Self Defence
The Lyran ‘Mech’s seemed impatient to her as they maneuvered through the woodland. But what threat were a retreating Wolfhound and Valkyrie to the approaching Zeus, Enfield, and a pair of rapacious Blackhawks-KUs?
Just a few more hundred metres.
She’d been betrayed before. This catastrophe of a situation that had them trapped on planet and pursued by so-called Loyalist forces had the same sharp scent of avarice.
She sat in the hidden Schiltron, linked to the remaining Pilum heavy tanks. Their positions carefully selected. The air in the C3 vehicle was heavy, aromas of the morning’s heated ration packs still present. Her appointment to command the grouping of combat vehicles was an acknowledgement of the 40-year-old’s skill and her ability to bring people together.
Keep chasing our wounded ‘Mechs.
They had heard an extraction of some kind was in the works. She also knew the Lyran Alliance had sent reinforcements. These were problems for tomorrow.
Following her command appointment, she wished she could whisper to a younger version of herself that it would all work out, despite the fear and shame and anger. That eventually it wouldn’t be the last thing she thought of before sleep.
“We find the use of lethal force to have been necessary and proportionate self defence.” Such a tidy summary to the climax of her superior’s unwanted attentions.
Any moment now.
No one believed what was happening when the Lyran forces had first turned on them. Communications were confused. Truth and rumour competed. But she remembered how reality could shatter upon one violent inflection point. She remembered what it took to survive.
Indicators blinked on the panel in front of her. The forward observers had triggered their TAG designators. She keyed her mike, and in a quiet voice issued her order. Launch reports came across the net in response as propellant ignited, spewing flame and fumes. Vehicles swayed. The Arrow IV missiles would impact within seconds. The tanks and her Schiltron began moving. The upthreat Wolfhound and Valkyrie continued their limping retreat. The forward observers knew the RV.
She had issued the fire control orders and reattack pre-plans hours ago. Salvo spreads were largely established by doctrine and tailored by circumstance. The expertise lay in setting the conditions for success.
The Zeus staggered as the first missile denotated against its thick chest. Two more ripped away its right leg as others fell upon the toppling ‘Mech. The Blackhawks leapt into the air, but the homing missiles corrected and smashed them to the ground in pieces. The Enfield raised its arms then disappeared in a cacophony of exploding warheads. Within heartbeats, only acrid-smelling smoke moved in the clearing, drifting amongst blackened, twisted metal.
The forward observers delivered their battle damage assessments and broke contact.
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The Lyran ‘Mech’s seemed impatient to her as they maneuvered through the woodland. But what threat were a retreating Wolfhound and Valkyrie to the approaching Zeus, Enfield, and a pair of rapacious Blackhawks-KUs?
Just a few more hundred metres.
She’d been betrayed before. This catastrophe of a situation that had them trapped on planet and pursued by so-called Loyalist forces had the same sharp scent of avarice.
She sat in the hidden Schiltron, linked to the remaining Pilum heavy tanks. Their positions carefully selected. The air in the C3 vehicle was heavy, aromas of the morning’s heated ration packs still present. Her appointment to command the grouping of combat vehicles was an acknowledgement of the 40-year-old’s skill and her ability to bring people together.
Keep chasing our wounded ‘Mechs.
They had heard an extraction of some kind was in the works. She also knew the Lyran Alliance had sent reinforcements. These were problems for tomorrow.
Following her command appointment, she wished she could whisper to a younger version of herself that it would all work out, despite the fear and shame and anger. That eventually it wouldn’t be the last thing she thought of before sleep.
“We find the use of lethal force to have been necessary and proportionate self defence.” Such a tidy summary to the climax of her superior’s unwanted attentions.
Any moment now.
No one believed what was happening when the Lyran forces had first turned on them. Communications were confused. Truth and rumour competed. But she remembered how reality could shatter upon one violent inflection point. She remembered what it took to survive.
Indicators blinked on the panel in front of her. The forward observers had triggered their TAG designators. She keyed her mike, and in a quiet voice issued her order. Launch reports came across the net in response as propellant ignited, spewing flame and fumes. Vehicles swayed. The Arrow IV missiles would impact within seconds. The tanks and her Schiltron began moving. The upthreat Wolfhound and Valkyrie continued their limping retreat. The forward observers knew the RV.
She had issued the fire control orders and reattack pre-plans hours ago. Salvo spreads were largely established by doctrine and tailored by circumstance. The expertise lay in setting the conditions for success.
The Zeus staggered as the first missile denotated against its thick chest. Two more ripped away its right leg as others fell upon the toppling ‘Mech. The Blackhawks leapt into the air, but the homing missiles corrected and smashed them to the ground in pieces. The Enfield raised its arms then disappeared in a cacophony of exploding warheads. Within heartbeats, only acrid-smelling smoke moved in the clearing, drifting amongst blackened, twisted metal.
The forward observers delivered their battle damage assessments and broke contact.
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BattleTech Miniatures / Re: Slowly getting back to paining
« Last post by MarauderD on Today at 16:43:14 »Got to get a camera that isn't attached to my phone, too.
If you make a free imgur account, you can upload them there, resize to 450 x 450, and repost and it will be much easier for people to see your work!
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MechWarrior Hall / Re: Word Association 36: SAY WHAT AGAIN!!!
« Last post by SulliMike23 on Today at 16:30:34 »confine
