Math, Physics and me aren't good friends, give me a figure that makes more sense.
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Battletech Clover Spear - The War of 3056 (Battletech AU)
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Math, Physics and me aren't good friends, give me a figure that makes more sense.
PsihoKekec
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Market and Garden are on.
All it needs now is someone with Firestarter to bake the crud onto the armor of the mech and techs will lynch him on arrival.
So...terminal velocity on Earth is roughly 195kph or 54m/s.
9k/s is equivalent to 32,400kph or roughly 21,700mph. At that speed Yen Lo Wang becomes a 'Rod from God' and kinetically kills the Forbidden City.
Other than That, its a great start!
So glad to see this getting wrapped up!
EDIT: we're talking megaton range blast effect
9k/s is equivalent to 32,400kph or roughly 21,700mph. At that speed Yen Lo Wang becomes a 'Rod from God' and kinetically kills the Forbidden City.
Other than That, its a great start!
So glad to see this getting wrapped up!
EDIT: we're talking megaton range blast effect
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PsihoKekec
Swashbuckling Accountant
Best make it 19 m/s, probably survivable for a mech, but still better to do sewage dive in order to prevent damage
Don't give me ideas....
Kujo
For the FEDCOM! For the Archon-Prince!
Well Kai landing in a 'sewage' plant seems appropriate for the ending scenes of Sunny boy Liao, having to deal with his and his mother's crap could only be reinforced by dealing with their 'crap' in a literal sense. Just hoping Kai doesn't go 'Victor' when he dealt with Lincoln Osis in the CTL, however I think Sunny boy is stupid enough to do what Osis did and Kai well Kai will be Kai!
Kekku, Part 1
Kekku, Part 1
Quarters of the First Prince
Castle Davion
New Avalon
Federated Commonwealth
October 9th, 3057
Even though Victor was something of a soldier, the bedroom of the First Prince had changed little from the time of his father. Omi had smiled and noticed Victor hadn’t even taken down some of his father’s awards and mementos from his time in the AFFS. And as bedrooms went, it was quite opulent. And well, four poster beds work much better for some of the things I read about in those trashy novels Kommandant Pavrati lent me. She giggled at that last thought.
Omi Kurita’s eyes shone with unshed tears as she read the latest O5P, MIIO and DMI intercepts coming from the Combine. Both armies in the Combine Civil War were on the march, and neither side seemed to be showing much in the way of mercy. But especially Miyako. Gods, what happened to her? What has she become? We used to play in the palace gardens together as children. She was always a sweet, wonderful little girl? This is…alien. Losing her father has driven her completely mad. And Dieron burns for it.
Omi turned her gaze at Victor’s sleeping form in the bed. She smiled. His love and understanding, as well as the support of his family has been nothing short of generous. And he is every bit the man I knew was. Father, brother. Hear me. Our feud dies with you. I will marry this Davion. Not just because of dynastic politics. Iie! I love him. Probably since that day on Outreach. She wrapped her Kimono tighter around herself and smiled at the warmth of her thoughts, allowing herself a respite from the terrible decisions she knew she would have to make.
I am the only one left to ward the people of the Combine. And now, I feel as if I must emulate in sprit, if not deed, the 47 ronin. I must end this conflict. But in so doing, I condemn my cousin, the last of my blood. But what she has done. She has no more right to rule than the usurper who murdered my brother. And the Clans advance daily. According to reports, the Smoke Jaguars have landed on Xinyang, and I suspect it will not hold long.
She turned as if to wake Victor. No. I must handle this myself. It is my family’s doing. And I must do what honor demands of me to fix this. Or at least, atone for it. But in so doing, I can never go home again. Sayanora Luthien, Sayanora Combine. I miss you, but my path to the mountain lies differently. But I do not walk it alone. I walk it with family. A family I know you approved of Father and Brothers. Sleep well, what I do know, I do to save our people.
Omi opened her noteputer and wrote a quick message to be sent out with the routine traffic from Castle Davion for ComStar. The message was sent to a fabric maker on Exeter who specialized in working with Combine-exported silk. It read simply: I WILL TAKE THE GREEN INLAID STICHES OPTION ON THE PIECE FOR THE 24th. The message simply sounded like an update for a silk order. Omi hit the green “send” button on her noteputer with a resigned finality. Do not abandon me now, fates. I ask you to assist me in this sad duty.
Field HQ of Miyako Kurita
150km Southwest of Hamai-Zaki
Al’Nair
Dieron Military District
Draconis Combine
October 14th, 3057
Miyako Kurita looked on at the situation map in the holotank. She was irritated to say the least. These two Direron Regular regiments have proven to be far more competent than either my intelligence staff or pre-war information led me to believe. So far, the 15th and 44th Dieron were far more competent than anyone had realized, and they were fighting the DCMS’s supposed masters of mobile warfare, the Ryuken, to a standstill.
What worries me more is reports I am getting that the Usurper has raided garrisons in Benjamin for troops. I’ve heard reports that as many as eight regiments are on the move. They could be moving to check the Ghost Bears. Smoke Jaguars, or Nova Cats…but I am skeptical of this. My O5P sources have dried up. My cousin is probably wringing her hands about what I have been forced to do in this war.
She turned to her executive officer. “Fujita, have we managed to pin down either of the Dieron Regulars regiments?”
“No, tono. We’re trying, but we’ve had contacts with nothing but the militia of late. And even they have been refusing engagement after engagement.”
She cursed quietly. “Koshinuke!” she spat with not a little contempt. “They choose to dance around us like Davions and not face us as proper samurai.” The irony about that this was how the Ryuken normally fought was not lost on anyone present. But the fact that the civil war was escalating out of control of any of the combatants. The casualties on both sides had been near ruinous, and men and women who had begun the war as simple Busosensei were now Tai-i. And it showed.
The reports from the last engagement between a company of the Ryuken-roku, and elements of a fast hover brigade of the Al’Nair militia, supported by at least a company of 15th Dieron ‘mechs had been nothing short of a fiasco. A lance of Ryuken machines lost, and the rest of the company had held on for dear life until the rest of their battalion had managed to fight their way clear of several ambushes along their line of march and relieve them. The old Ryuken-roku would not have been that sloppy, or headlong. The one she had…that was another story.
Miyako was concerned, she was grasping at shadows, and some of her other regiments were wavering. Especially concerning was reports that the commander of the 16th Legion of Vega and the local militia on Vega were in contact with the Federated Commonwealth! My cousin’s doing, no doubt.
She only hoped Sakomoto was having as many difficulties as she was.
The traitor Kurita has proven most difficult in her latest attempt to seize Al’Nair. We do not believe we can reinforce our units there for at least three months, and it will be with forces that are inferior in skill and training to the Ryuken. Moreover, there are the concerns that the Nova Cats are massing near Pesht and the Smoke Jaguar landings on Xingyang, which is putting further strains on what is left of the Pesht district. We have also heard reports that the Alashain Regulars are massing on their own initiative near Chatham to potentially strike at Ghost Bear targets. We must have the ISF arrest both unit commanders and seize their jumpships before any unfortunate incidents occur…
- Transcript of briefing of Coordinator Sakamoto, dated 21 October, 3057
Ducal Palace
Bueller City
Robinson
18th October, 3057
James Sandoval ran his hands across his bare scalp. He ran the force projections through the noteputer for NAQAM again. Victor’s got me on something of a shoestring. But that Combine girl of his has come through, my people in DMI confirm everything she told us. He smiled as a sense of satisfaction filled him. The operational plans were solid, and the transport schedules, though thin, made good use of the transport they did have. All we need now is Victor to let us off the damn leash.
He took in the wood paneling of his office. It was all done in wood from cedar trees, with a huge inlaid Star of David made of mahogany from a tree from Kentares IV. I keep that here to remind myself of that the Snakes are little more than a murderous people. And like their true nature, they turned on themselves. Not a surprise.
He thought hard on Victor and Omi, I appreciate our sovereign has found a measure of happiness of late. But I am concerned. My man in Castle Davion has said his Kuritan fiancé (as if she is anything else) has a ruthless edge to her. What did he say, “No better friend, no worse enemy?” Ah yes, he did. I am concerned she is going to put some of that Combine bloodthirstiness into the royal line. I don’t want the Sun and Sword in the business of massacre.
He rose from his desk to proceed over to his window overlooking the training grounds of the Robinson Battle Academy. It was a rainy, dreary day in Bueller. A cold front had blown in from the east, and brought with it a cold, steady rain that drummed lightly against the dermaplast of the window. Below, a cadet in all yellow Chameleon training ‘Mech marched, or more correctly, struggled through the muck one of the lanes on the practice course had turned into. An instructor’s red and black Dervish looked on, with Sandoval imagining the exchange between student and instructor. Sandoval cringed at his own memories of his time on that course. Sergeant Caleb. If you could see me now. Then again, I guess you knew I would be inheriting the family business. He openly wondered if it was Arthur Steiner-Davion out there. He chuckled at that last thought. No Davion would have that much trouble with a Battlemech, no, it’s not him.
Sandoval cleared his head, and thought of his son, who had won a measure of his own reputation doing some dangerous work behind the lines in the leadup to Clover Spear. Alex Mallory spoke of his son’s work and said he had “acquitted himself well with little help or support.” Whatever Tancred had done, it had gotten him the Diamond Sunburst and a fresh set of scars he said little about. Tancred also doesn’t fence much anymore. Something’s broken in him. Something I can’t begin to understand. I’ve seen war. But what he saw. I am not sure I know how to understand, or whom to ask.
Sandoval muttered a small prayer. "אלוהים, אם אתה מקשיב. אנא תן לנו להצליח. אני יודע שנקמה היא שלך. אבל בואו נהיה המכשיר. לדרקון יש הרבה מה לענות עליו.”
He leaned over to his communicator. “Leftenant Bryce. Get my staff in here by 1800. We have a final meeting to hold on NAQAM.”
“Yes, Field Marshal. Should I tell the message center to get the warning orders out?”
“Yes. Get the ball rolling. Time to succeed where we failed in ’39.” Sandoval said with a satisfied smile. But with a third of the assets, a nagging voice in his mind reminded him.
Sandoval returned to the window, and contemplated a universe to come, and his people’s place in it.
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Good riddance to a terrible Successor State.
Agreed, but actually conquering the Combine is a fool's affair; centuries of cultural indoctrination, with at least an identical amount of time to even attempt to unravel.
And once more, Neo-Feudalism IN SPACE demonstrates how shitty it is to be a 'typical' NON en-nobled citizen of a Great House; little more than statistics in a report.
PsihoKekec
Swashbuckling Accountant
And to the surprise of no-one Sandoval is going in, despite the AFFC being fully committed in CapCon.
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
to be fair with how the Dracs are ridiculously distracted and damaged by the events of the last few years he actually has chance of pulling off a win so long as he has a reasonably sized list of objectives ie go for Quentin and as many of the ex Suns planets the Dracs still own as reasonably possible and that's it and then dig in until reinforcements are available
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...and hope the drags don't open bottles of sunshine in response. They've already done it to their own people. Your people matter even less.
Honestly, the FC is better off letting the Wolves and Ghost Bears tear off big chunks of the Combine and creating their own little states than trying to take it all. Sure, the FC can take back what they've historically lost, but they really are better off with a handful of less nutty enemies (and boy, when you can say some Clans count, you've got problems) where the Combine used to be. At least then, they won't have the resources to have ambitions of taking over the FedSuns half of the FedCom.
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
Mind you taking both Dieron and Atlair will definitely be on the list (at least in the future maybe not in the present)both to widen the Terran Corridor and the fact that both worlds have shipyards over them and a fair few other military related industries as well
The Terran corridor would by MY main concern if I were Sandoval. Grab a few 'used-to-be-my' planets as well for March morale.
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
Like say Quentin and all its heavy and assault Mech factories.
PsihoKekec
Swashbuckling Accountant
And Marduk
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
And if possible once additional units are available Al Na'ir and Nirasaki should also be on the list for their mech and electronic production facilities respectively