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STARTER:

FIST AND FALCON

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CLASSIC BATTLETECH

TABLE OF CONTENTS

MEET THE PLAYERS

RULES ANNEX

ORCHESTRAL

Idea Hooks

BattleTech Special Unit Abilities

Special Pilot Abilities

INTRODUCTION

FIST AND FALCON

How to Use this Book

SCENARIOS

A BRIEF HISTORY

Supplemental Rules

Scenario: Setting the Tone

Pressing the Lines

Scenario: Changing the Beat

Rushing

Scenario: Rising Tempo

THE KEWRAN WOLFHOUNDS 10

Michael Guillaume

Scenario: Crashing Silence

RECORD SHEETS

Tricia Cannon

Erich von Seedow

Hans Ostgaard

Nadine von Riddenour

Barrett Cole

Christine Watkins

CREDITS

Project Development: Jason Schmetzer

Development Assistance: Herbert A. Beas II

BattleTech Line Developer: Herbert A. Beas II

Assistant Line Developer: Ben H. Rome

Primary Writing: Jason Schmetzer

Production Staf

Art Direction: Brent Evans

Cover Design and Layout : Ray Arrastia

Evolved Faction Logos Design: Jason Vargas

Illustrations : Ryan Portillo

Miniature Painting : Lance Scarinci, Peter Wort

Record Sheets : Jason Schmetzer

Arthur Quibble

Reginald Hofmann

Victoria Earnestine

Jasper Lorenz

Kristof Semmes

THE PURSUING PEREGRINES 23

Ingried

Hayes

Denise

Allen

Callen Malthus

Nicola von Jankmon

Linders

Factchecking/Playtesting:

James Richard Brown, Rich Cencarik, Charlie Cogley, Rich Darr, Bill

Derer, Bruce Ford, Glenn”Lobsterback” Hopkins, John “Bleusman”

Hudson, Stephen King, Drew Martin, Mike Miller, Jason Paulley, Jef

Skidmore, John Unchelenko, Chris Wheeler

Quintero

Michaela

Edward

STAR LEAGUE ERA

CLAN INVASION ERA

JIHAD ERA

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SUCCESSION WARS ERA

CIVIL WAR ERA

DARK AGE ERA

The Command Lance of Company C, 25th Arcturan Guards RCT, patrols for Jade Falcon activity on Great X.

MEET THE PLAYERS

Alpha Beak, Binary Bravo, First Falcon Strikers Cluster moves toward a Great X munitions depot.

ORCHESTRAL

Albany-8

Great X

Lyran Alliance

14 May 3071

Michael grinned. So are you .

Five red Jade Falcon icons moved among the buildings slowly.

Michael could imagine the tension in their cockpits, as the Falcon

warriors waited for their sensors to tell them if there was an enemy

BattleMech hiding in the darkness or not. Each of the buildings

was far too large a concentration of metal girders and sheeting to

allow for an accurate magnetic reading, and the sun’s hot rays had

kept the skin temperature high enough to blur an IR ix, even for

something as hot as a ’Mech. Without the sensor grid the militia

had laid down—the Arcturan Guards’ ’Mechs were hardwired into

it while they were inside the buildings—the Falcons didn’t know

what was where. I think…

Michael touched a control on his commo board, sending a

prearranged signal. Then he shrunk the tac screen to an eighth-

view and took the gunnery controls in hand. His feet were already

turning the BattleMaster toward the gaping door. According to

the sensors there was a Jade Falcon ’Mech just under two hundred

meters south of him. On the shrunken screen the green dots

shivered with the beginnings of movement before the screen

went blank; Michael had pulled the hard line free. His ’Mech was

dependent on its own sensors now.

Light lit the BattleMaster ’s canopy as he stepped it onto the

scufed ferrocrete of the tarmac outside. The HUD immediately

put a red caret to his right, where the Jade Falcon ’Mech was now

in direct view. Michael brought the ’Mech around, moving the red

caret toward the center of his HUD. A Mad Cat . It was looking the

wrong way.

Michael Guillaume didn’t realize he was tapping on the

BattleMaster ’s command console. His entire attention was ixed on

the rash of green and red icons on the tactical map displayed on

a blowout screen in the lower-left corner of his head’s-up display.

The rest of the HUD was illed with a visual display, a wireframe

schematic of his BattleMech’s readiness, and a topographical map,

but he wasn’t looking at those. He was watching the small red

icons move around—and counting the green icons that weren’t.

There’s too many red ones .

The Albany-8 storage yards and warehouses were empty; the

caretaker crews who’d remained when the last logistical push

moved of Great X two years ago had already reported to their

militia companies for frontline assignment, so there was little

chance of collateral casualties. Michael had chosen this facility

to meet the Jade Falcons on Bastion for the irst time because it

was close to the maze of the Crackled Crust canyons—and the

Arcturans had local guides to get them through. The Jade Falcons

did not. They should be able to break contact relatively quickly if

all went according to plan. The six green dots on his tac screen

didn’t move. He counted them silently, lips moving. Six of them.

Leutnant Hofmann and Lorenz from his lance were attached. The

kid was way out of his depth.

Albany-8

Great X

Lyran Alliance

14 May 3071

out of the stressed myomer muscles. The hundred-ton ’Mech was

well-armored, but that didn’t mean she wanted to waste any of it.

The Kodiak broached the intersection—still sprinting, all

hundred tons making the ferrocrete crack beneath the ’Mech’s

feet—and was past. There was no scream of targeting alarms,

no shudder of armor being denuded. Nicola throttled back and

checked her sensors—there hadn’t been any ambushers waiting.

Which means they are cowering ahead of me still . Nicola smiled. I

shall oblige them . She dialed her tac screen down to display a half-

kilometer in every direction and stalked forward.

Around the next corner her sensors did scream. The Lyran

Barghest was crouched there, resembling nothing so much as a

dog who’d disobeyed its master. The big clustergun on its back

barked as soon as she appeared, and the Kodiak rocked as the

submunitions nicked her armor all over that side. The solitary laser

that ired in support of the cannon missed, sending its ruby shaft

past the Jade Falcon ’Mech to disappear behind. Nicola’s smile

grew triumphant. And like a dog, sometimes you must be paddled .

Each of the Kodiak ’s arms was already raised, and each housed

four Clan-made ER medium lasers. All eight lit the space between

the warehouses as the coherent light struck the Barghest and

scattered into incoherence. The Lyran ’Mech shuddered, shaking

itself like a wet dog as it shed molten and broken armor plates.

It leapt to the side and down an alley between warehouses. The

powerful foreleg shoulders were a touch too wide and left bright-

gleaming gouges in the sheet metal where they scraped away

oxidation. Nicola watched it go, gasping through the tremendous

pulse of heat that had sufused her cockpit even as the Kodiak ’s

massive heat dissipation system shed it. The Lyran ’Mech wouldn’t

The hairs on Nicola von Jankmon’s arms stood briely on end

as the Gallowglas ’ PPC grazed her Kodiak ’s thick armor. The Lyran

’Mech was leaning around the shell of the burned-out warehouse,

with only the muzzle of its arm-mounted PPC and its shoulder

exposed. She brought her reticule around but the ’Mech was

gone before she could ire. Of course you run rather than ight.

Trash . From the reports the Lyran ‘Mechs she’d surprised here in

the depot were all running away. Even sibko cadets on Ironhold

would have put up more ight.

“Star Commander,” MechWarrior Linders reported, “they are

breaking of.”

“Press them hard,” she snapped. “Do not let them escape.”

“They are destroying buildings to block their path.”

Nicola slammed the palm of her hand down on the padded

armrest of her command couch. “Then move through them. Are

you a child, Linders, to be led by the hand?”

“ Neg , Star Commander,” Linders said. There was a click and an

instant of dead hum as the other MechWarrior severed the radio

connection. Nicola clenched her free hand into a ist for a moment,

then turned back to the task at hand. There was an intersection

coming up—which meant the cowardly surat s would almost

certainly be waiting to ambush her. She pressed the Kodiak ’s

throttle forward to the gate and leaned it forward, willing the DI

computer to read her frustration and press another erg of speed

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