#ironhold

[in1-nutshell]

Can I please have TFA Ironhold, Ophelia and Fearless get yeeted into Jasper Nevada and go on misadventures with the kids. Team Prime is generally perturbed when they realise that these three stooges are megatrons kids from another universe. Ironholds general face of disgust when she meets tfp Megatron, Ophelia desperately trying to cover Fearless’s mouth before they say something that’ll dig their grave even deeper. Tfa megatron just generally having a bad time because WHY DO PORTALS KEEP KIDNAPING HIS FAMILY? FIRST HIS WIFE AND NOW HIS KIDS.

plus

Fearless - WHERE’S SILVER AID

Megatron - WHO?????

Fearless - oh this explains a lot actually.

TFA Meg's is going to file a restraining order on the portals if they take his family without notice again...

Hope you enjoy!

TFA Ironhold, Ophelia and Fearless meet TFP Team Prime

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronian reader, Human reader

TFA/TFP

Ratchet and Wheeljack were just trying to fix the groundbridge.

Next thing they know, two bot’s come flinging out and Ratchet nearly throws out his backstruts diving in after a screaming human from hitting the floor.

The bots are unconscious and led to the medbay.

They both had hit their helms hard on the floor and had the Decepticon badge.

These Con’s probably kidnapped the human and the groundbrigde picked up on their energy signatures and brought them here.

The good news was that the Cons were securely restrained.

Bad news was that the human was not unconscious.

They were… a bit of a handful to say it in a nice way.

Fearless: “WHO ARE YOU!? WHERE AM I?! WHERE’S MY FAMILY!?” Wheeljack: “Hey, hey, relax kid. You’re safe now.” Fearless ignores this and tries to squirm around until they see Ironhold and Ophelia restrained on the medbay. Fearless: “IRONHOLD! OPHELIA! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM!? I’LL KICK YOUR SORRY TIN CAN IF YOU SO MUCH AS SCRATCHED THEIR PAINTJOB!” Ratchet: “What? These Decepticon’s clearly kidnapped you.” Fearless goes to argue but then glares at Ratchet. Fearless: “Hey, are you related to that Ratchet bot from Team Prime? I mean like an ugly cousin or something?” Wheeljack snorts a bit as Ratchet scoffs. Ratchet: “I am Ratchet. How do you know my designation?” Fearless laughs a bit before quieting down seeing the bots not laughing. Fearless: “Wait, so if your Ratchet… and the portal… and you’re not tiny anymore… oh…oh great we’re in another dimension aren’t we.” Ratchet and Wheeljack: “What?” Fearless: “Hush! I need to calm down and think—" Optimus walks in. Optimus: “Ratchet there was yelling, what happened?” Fearless: “IS THAT PRIME?!”

There was a bit to explain on Fearless’s end as well as the rest of team Prime who soon filed in.

They recounted the story of how they and their siblings got sucked into a random portal on the way to get groceries.

They sat leaning on the smaller minibots side, occasionally looking at her and the larger bot with a concerned look on their face.

It wouldn’t be long until the Cons started waking up. Ironhold groans in pain and goes to grip their helm. Their servos are restrained. Ironhold: “What the… what’s with the restraints!” The commotion wakes Ophelia up who is also restrained. Fearless gets up and hugs Ophelia’s helm. Fearless: “Lia! Oh, thank the Allspark! I do not want to have to explain this alone.” Ophelia: “Fearless? Wait where are—” She catches sight of much larger Autobots. Ophelia: “Since when did the bots get that big!?” Ironhold moves their helm and spots the bots too. Except with a much bigger response. Ironhold: “Fearless! Ophelia!” They are trying to snap the thick restraints. Ironhold: “TOUCH THEM AND I WILL END YOU!”

So that took another while to calm down the Cons.

Well, mainly Ironhold from trying to throw servos with any bot who looked at their siblings in any way.

Even in a completely different universe, Ironhold still held themselves tall… even though they barely came up to a few inches above TFP Bumblebee.

The TFP crew is stunned to hear that these three visitors were Megatron’s kids.

Just… just how?!

HOW!?

Ironhold they could see being Megatron’s child.

But Ophelia?

Fearless?!

That was something different.

Ironhold and Fearless shot back that seeing this new Team Prime was weird to them.

And where was everyone?

Surely this rinky dinky team had their tech and communications hidden around somewhere and weren’t relying on human technology.

…

…

Oh, Primus they WERE!?

On finding out about this base being the current living place of the Autobots, Team Prime notices a shift in the visitors.

It was almost like they were in disbelief… maybe a bit disturbed as well.

The complete shift happens when talks about Megatron and the Decepticons are made.

Ironhold, Ophelia and Fearless are looking at the screen. It shows videos of the Decepticons ravaging the planet and some close calls. One particular video of Raf nearly dying makes Ophelia and Ironhold unconsciously move closer to Fearless. The human’s eyes burn into the screen, not making any objections to their siblings moving closer. Ironhold turns to Optimus with a grim face. Ironhold: “And you say your Megatron was at fault for this?” Optimus: “Yes.” Ironhold looks disgusted at Megatron’s face. Ironhold: “For the time we are here, I will help your team.” Ophelia: “And I.” Fearless: “What am I a roach? Sign me up!” Ratchet: “And how can we trust you?” Ironhold: “We may be aligned with the Decepticons, but this.” They point at Megatron. Ironhold: “We do not follow him. So, trust us or not, we will not stand a mech like that running around.” Fearless: “Plus he’s kinda ugly.” Ophelia: “Fearless.” Fearless: “Oh come one! He looks like he is on space rocks!” Bulkhead: “Well…” Fearless: “…Say sike right now.” Bumblebee: “Beep bep (It’s called Dark Energon)” Fearless: “Say sike right now!”

Things with the new visitors goes smoothly at first.

Until the inevitable comes…

The kids meet the cons and Fearless.

Arcee, Bumblebee and Bulkhead are a bit wary of leaving their kids with the visitors.

But it turns out that they had nothing to worry about.

Fearless obviously is the first one they warm up to.

Followed by Ophelia and then Ironhold.

Ophelia likes observing and answering questions the kids have.

Ironhold is very still when the kids start to use them as a jungle gym when Fearless shows how ‘harmless’ they are.

Miko and Fearless are not allowed to be alone in the same room.

And both are not allowed near the groundbrigde without supervision after they ran into it one time.

…And were transported near the bots battle.

Fearless grabs a rock and chucks it at Megatron. Fearless: “HEY UGLY!” Megatron turns their way. They live up to their name and stand firm. Miko is looking from afar at her new role model. Miko: “Wow…” Fearless: “WHAT WOULD SIVLER AID THINK OF THIS!?” Megatron: “Who?” Fearless: “… You know what, that makes sense. You don’t even DESERVE to know who she is you slimy bucket head son of a—” Ironhold and Ophelia feel their energon run cold seeing Fearless bad mouthing this pointy and much larger Megatron. Ironhold and Ophelia: “FEARLESS!” The taller con grabs Ophelia and throws her at Megatron’s helm and tackles his side. Ophelia is covering his optics with her frame. Ironhold is doing their best to restrain the warlord. Fearless is cheering in the background. Fearless: “GET’EM!” Ironhold: “RUN!”

Fearless is threatened to by put on a leash if they ever pulled a stunt like that again.

Ophelia is now the official ‘human babysitter’, making sure that NO human is allowed 30 feet from the groundbrigde, the door, or any exit in the base.

Ironhold helps fight Con’s with Team Prime.

It wasn’t as hard as they thought it would be.

This wasn’t their family, and they didn’t have to worry about hurting Silver Aid which was a plus.

They couldn’t imagine their mother being with a mech like TFP Megatron.

Miko: “So what’s it like with Megs as a dad?” Fearless shrugs. Fearless: “he’s just my dad, nothing special.” Jack: “You have the leader of the Decepticons as your dad and your saying it like its something normal.” Raf: “Does he do things like a regular human dad would?” Fearless: “…He likes to take me flying and keep me on his shoulder while he reads or walks around the base. Silver is trying to get him to get me to walk more, something about me being healthy or something.” Jack: “Silver?” Fearless: “Oh yeah! I forgot you guys don’t have her in this universe. Well, she’s Elita One’s twin sister who’s a techno organic spider and is kinda our spiderwoman mom.” Miko: “…” Jack: “…” Raf: “…” Optimus: “…” Ratchet: “…” Bulkhead: “…” Bumblebee: “…” Arcee: “…” Wheeljack: “…” Fearless: “…What?” Meanwhile in TFA… Megatron is standing in front of Team Prime. Optimus: “Megatron. Why did you call us here?” Megatron: “I offer a temporary truce.” Optimus: “…What for?” Megatron: “My children are missing.” Optimus: “What?” Megatron: “Listen little Prime, it pains me to ask you of this already… The children have been gone for more than a week and Silver Aid just fought Lugnut because he tried to take her off the security monitor.” Lugnut has noticeable dents on his servos and chassis. Lugnut: “I believe her fighting skills are getting better Lord Megatron.” Optimus: “If she is that bad… do swear that no Autobot be harmed if we help you?” Bumblebee: “Boss bot—” Megatron: “For the children, yes.” Optimus and Megatron shake servos. Megatron: “…But as her Amica, get her to recharge.” Optimus: “No.” Megatron: “What? Why?” Optimus has flashbacks to Silver Aid socking Sentinel in the face for disturbing her studying time. Optimus: “Out of safety.”

[queenimmadolla]

a little something from the vault. enjoy a little dad!eddie munson x mom!reader and their baby who knows her parents aren’t slick. from the pennyverse, of course. hope you like it :) ♡

You’re peaking your head out of the small kitchen, watching with a fond smile and a full heart as Eddie stretches out on the couch. In his arms, resting on his chest, is your angel of a baby girl. A few months old and developing a funny little personality. That personality does not enjoy napping. 

Penny’s got an extreme case of FOMO; can’t shut those big beautiful, brown eyes of hers if anyone else is awake or existing without her. Hence why your husband is pretending to sleep, though his hand maintains a steady patting rhythm on the baby’s back.

You can tell Penny is tired, rubbing her face with her balled up hands and into Eddie’s shirt out of frustration. Her curls all mussed up from the displays of agitation and from her dad’s fingers combing through the soft tufts over and over again (he can’t help himself, she’s much too cute and her hair is ridiculously soft). After every single little wiggle she does to fight off sleep, she goes real still and cranes her head up to stare at Eddie, who immediately drops his head back onto the pillow, eyelids flying shut. 

Eddie even adds in a few loud, cartoon snores and memememes which have you fighting to control your giggles.

Penny’s stare is unwavering though and you can’t prove it, but you’re positive that even as a baby—she does not trust either you or Eddie to actually be sleeping while putting her down for her naps (you’ve caved a few times—it wasn’t your fault though, whenever you tried the fake sleeping bit, she’d cry to purposely ‘wake’ you up).

Her stare lasts a few moments longer and you can see the twitch of Eddie’s lips, he’s fighting not to smile. Luck is on his side, Penny’s head lulls and then shakes as she once more tries to keep sleep at bay, rubbing her cute little face and those chubby cheeks into her daddy’s shirt.

Eddie makes the mistake of peaking an eye open too early—Penny stills and her head snaps up to catch him and you don’t bother to hide your laugh at his groan as she begins to whimper, having caught on to her daddy’s trick.

“Shhh, sweet pea, please. Close those pretty eyes.” He begs, fingers gently stroking over Penny’s eyelids to close them, and Eddie holds his fingers in place, hoping when he retracts them, her lids will stay closed.

Her eyes snap open the moment he pulls his fingers away and Eddie repeats the gesture, gently dragging her eyelids closed again as she whimpers, “No, you keep those watery eyes closed and to yourself, young lady.”

It’s an empty threat, Eddie’s already readjusting her as he sits up, shooting you a playful glare as he spots you. His next sentence is still directed at the baby in his arms, “You can’t keep getting away with this.”

Penny just whimpers and whines louder as she becomes more fussy, wiggling in her dad’s arms.

“Oh, yeah. You’re not getting out of this one, you are in desperate need of a na-AAHHH! AHHH! HELP! HELP!” Eddie yelps as Penny grasps onto his hair, pulling it with all her might. She can’t even crawl yet, and somehow, she’s got the strength of Hercules in that chunky, dimpled little fist. Eddie’s head is yanked to the side and he’s positive some of his hair will remain in her fist after he gets her to release him.

“Ow, ow—little help here, baby!” He calls out to you and you’re laughing the entire time as you pad over, taking her wrist into one hand as you gently pry her little fingers open. It’s a bit of a challenge, you get one little piggy to release its ironhold, and the moment you move onto the next, she clenches it back into place. 

When you’re down to her pinky, Penny immediately lunges for the curls dangling over Eddie’s other shoulder, and he doesn't grab her other wrist quick enough to stop her, “OH MY GOD, YOU CUTE LITTLE DEMON! Stop it! Release me at once!”

“Hey—she was part of your sperm count.” You can’t stop giggling and Eddie doesn’t look all that amused as he winces when Penny gives a particularly harsh tug on the hair in her other fist, still whimpering.

“I’m acutely aware—ow—that’s why I called her a cute demon—ahah, get it?—OW. Insider knowledge—ow! Okay, that’s it. You are taking this nap whether you like it or not now, you’ve just made this personal.”

[eccentricallygothic]

You get sick but you hate the doctor and his healing remedies so Daddy!Ari Levinson/Andy Barber…

Oh my God?

The man is like an actual parent?

Like, sometimes you have to remind him that he's your Daddy and not your Dad (and get punished for it)!

Whether it is Andy or Ari, both are such naggy old men and so fucking sharp at picking up the smallest of anomalies and differences in your behavior and condition because of their jobs that it is annoying. 

For instance;

One dark eyebrow raises at you when he notices your chatterbox is uncharacteristically quiet today. Because -not that he is complaining or ungrateful- usually your voice runs his old man ears raw. And when you avoid his eyes as you take way more interest in his preparation of breakfast because your baby sloth ass could never, his Daddy antennas are up and steering around in vigilance before you can blink your next. 

You just nuzzle closer into your stuffie and suppress a cough because the pain in your head and nose is nothing compared to what his treatment entails. In your little mind, dealing with this is better than Daddy finding out you're sick. 

The older man puts down the spatula and since his hands are all you let yourself see, it is impossible for you not to notice when he puts them on his hips. You chew on your bottom lip and stare at his belt for a few moments while praying hard that he resumes his work but your Daddy can be just as stubborn as you. 

And when you do look up, his suspicion is making his burly appearance even more intimidating than it already is. You cannot help but gulp. You give him a confused look with a little shrug of your shoulders. Unfortunately for you, the two of you have been over this one too many times. 

“Say something.” The simple command comes out a menacing order because of the baritone quality of his voice and the way his muscular arms cross over his broad chest serves only to make you feel even smaller. He raises an eyebrow. 

You shrug in pretend puzzlement again, eyes looking at him like he is being weird when you are the one giving yourself away. Your voice is one of the first things to change when you are nearing a flu or a similar sickness so after you realized that it is what your Daddy catches on, your great idea was simply not to speak. 

Sadly for you, you can never outsmart your old man. 

“I want you to say something, now.” You dumbly sign him ‘what?’ and completely damn yourself but you're too small and slow to realize it just yet. 

It is painfully obvious, honestly. You are hugging your sickness time teddy that your Daddy jokingly named Mr. Sicky because of how he only gets attention when you're under the weather, your nose is red, your eyes are glazed and your body that curls in on itself on the kitchen island chair looks like it's on the verge of crying like a little baby because of how sensitive you tend to become. 

“Okay, fine” he puts the kitchen towel that was hanging by his shoulder down on the counter and kills the stove before walking around the barrier separating the two of you, big arms reaching to grab a hold of you. “Come here” your eyes widen and though your heavy head pounds from how you jump off your seat, a painful escape is better than meddies and his old man remedies. 

But alas!

Your grizzly of a Daddy is too fast. 

You furiously shake your head and kick your limbs like an agitated hedgehog to try and break free from your cruel captor, still refusing to utter a single syllable and trying to avoid his prying hand so he can't find his way to your throat. 

“Stay still” he deeply grunts, easily holding you up in the air and against his strong chest with an ironhold around your waist all by one arm. 

You growl and bare your teeth like an angry pupper trying to bark at an adult husky. 

“Ughhh—”

“There we go~” the older man drawls out in satisfaction when he locates the damage with the use of his old man methods by feeling for swelling under your jaw and behind your ears. “I knew it.” 

“Let go, meanie!” He hums in triumphant sarcasm when you finally let your nasal voice loose. “Ugh!” You try to crane your head away from him, legs furiously fighting a lost battle. “I don't like you!” 

Your Daddy is so not impressed and completely unbothered. “Too bad.” The sheer lack of effort it takes him to hook your protestant form to his hip as he walks to the sink to fill up a pot with water is in stark contrast to the energy you're putting into your unsuccessful escape. 

“I dun want! I dun want! I dun want!” He doesn't even grunt as he places the pot on the stove and turns it on to boil with his free hand. “NO!” Next he leans over the counter to phone your usual doctor just because he does not like to use medication carelessly.  “This abusive!” You are so tired and sore that you cannot even properly speak but you swear to yourself that you will die before you let him put you in that stupid steam treatment that always suffocates you. 

(You will lose because your brutish bear Daddy will tightly hold you against him under the blanket until the steam forces your blocked pathways open but a brat can dream) 

“Babies are too small to know or decide what's right for them” he is slightly distracted as he softly squints at the dialer like the oldie he is. “Now shush so Daddy can speak to Uncle Steve.” That is, the name of your Doctor who is another meanie because he's besties with your villain of a Daddy. He always has great fun recommending you ewie gargles.

“Nu…” You whisper in despair as your words melt into a cough. All you can do is watch your blurred reflection in one of the fridge doors as you hang sideways, the deep voice of your Daddy filling your ears as he props the phone against his shoulder to take out ingredients for one of the many soups you will be cursed to for the next few days.

You hate soups! 

Especially the sick time ones! 

Daddy always tells you you're being dramatic but he will never be able to fool you! You just know he puts extra ewie healing things -probably recommendations of his be(a)stie!- in them that always make the soups taste so old man recipe-like! You puff your cheeks and glare at the stupid celery stalks that he places upon the chicken container.

You may be sick, but that will not stop you from going to war before your old man can put a spoon of that in your mouth!

[boinkingbattlemechs]

Black Lanner

Newly developed by Clan Jade Falcon for the Clan Invasion of the Inner Sphere, the Black Lanner is a fast medium OmniMech that can take on a variety of roles.

The development of the Black Lanner began due to the lessons learned by the Jade Falcons from their touman's performance during the Placement Trials for Operation REVIVAL. Delays with the initial models meant the Black Lanner only arrived in the Inner Sphere with the returning Falcon Khans following the selection of ilKhan Ulric Kerensky, and first saw action during the Battle of Tukayyid as fire-support units in light reconnaissance Stars. Since its initial deployment, the Black Lanner remained primarily a Jade Falcon design, with Clan Ice Hellion and Steel Viper also using a sizable number acquired due to numerous battles and trials between rival Clans since Tukayyid.

While used for independent operations, the Black Lanner is most frequently seen in conjunction with lighter designs. Mixed Stars of Black Lanners, Fire Falcons, and Fire Moths are common, with the lighter 'Mechs acting as spotters and harassers for the heavier 'Mechs, flushing out the opposing units for the Black Lanner to move in for the kill. This synergistic relationship is similar to that shared between the smaller indigenous fire falcon and the introduced black lanners on Ironhold, both birds benefiting from the presence of the other.

Intended as a front-line 'Mech, the Black Lanner makes use of all weight-saving technology available to the Clan Jade Falcon scientists who designed it, including an XL engine, endo steel, and eight tons of ferro-fibrous armor. The Black Lanner also includes a MASC system on the base chassis that enables it to run up to 151 km/h in bursts, allowing it to outrun many 'Mechs half its size. The design sacrifices pod space for that speed however, with an engine almost half the Black Lanner's weight leaving a mere 13 tons for offensive weaponry.

The primary configuration of the Black Lanner is effective at all ranges. At long range, it can make use of an ER large laser and LRM-10, but when it closes in it can attack with a pair of ER medium lasers and an SRM-6 that can exploit holes in its opponent's armor. An ECM suite protects it from many forms of electronics.

Originally built on the Jade Falcon homeworld of Ironhold, production would also eventually begin in the Inner Sphere to mitigate the distance to the Clan Homeworlds. By the dawn of the Wars of Reaving, production of the Black Lanner would cease in Clan Space by 3068 as tensions between the Falcons and the Home Clans increased.

[is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not]

Turkina Bb 'Stephanie'

(mini and photos [standard Turkina B] by u/ValkryrieRaptor)

Mass: 100 tons Chassis: JF Composite-X Power Plant: 285 JF Extralight Cruising Speed: 32.4 kph Maximum Speed: 54 kph Jump Jets: Standard Jump Capacity: 90 meters Armor: JF Standard Armament: 62.5 tons of pod space Manufacturer: Complex Beta, Olivetti Weapons Primary Factory: Ironhold, Sudeten Communication System: JF Integrated w/ Nova CEWS Targeting & Tracking System: Series JFIX/Olivetti Pinpoint Advanced w/ Advanced Targeting Computer Introduction Year: 3153 Tech Rating/Availability: F/X-X-X-X Cost: 36,672,750 C-bills

Type: Turkina Technology Base: Mixed (Experimental) Tonnage: 100 Battle Value: 3,285

Equipment Mass Internal Structure Composite 5 Engine 285 XL 9.5 Walking MP: 3 Running MP: 5 Jumping MP: 3 Double Heat Sink 22 [44+11 (RHS+CC)] 12 Compact Gyro (Armored) 4.5 Small Cockpit (Armored) 2 Armor Factor 288 18 Internal Structure Armor Value Head 3 9 Center Torso 31 45 Center Torso (rear) 14 R/L Torso 21 31 R/L Torso (rear) 9 R/L Arm 17 31 R/L Leg 21 39

Weight and Space Allocation Location Fixed Space Remaining Head None 2 Center Torso Jump Jet 3 Right Torso Jump Jet 9 2 XL Engine Left Torso Jump Jet 9 2 XL Engine Right Arm None 10 Left Arm None 10 Right Leg None 2 Left Leg None 2

Right Arm Actuators: Shoulder, Upper Arm Left Arm Actuators: Shoulder, Upper Arm

Weapons and Ammo Location Critical Heat Tonnage Talons (Armored) RL/LL 2/2 - dw abt it Medium Pulse Laser CT 1 4 2.0 Double Heat Sink CT 2 - 1.0 Nova Combined Electronic Warfare System RT 1 - 1.5 ER Medium Laser RT 1 5 1.0 Radical Heat Sink System (IS) RT 3 - 4.0 2 Double Heat Sink RT 4 - 2.0 2 Large Pulse Laser LA 4 10 12.0 3 Double Heat Sink LA 6 - 3.0 Targeting Computer LT 6 - 6.0 ER Medium Laser LT 1 5 1.0 Double Heat Sink LT 2 - 1.0 Armored Cowl (Armored) HD 1 - 1.0 Medium Pulse Laser HD 1 4 2.0 2 ER Large Laser RA 2 12 8.0 4 Double Heat Sink RA 8 - 4.0

Features the following design quirks: Accurate Weapon (all), Battle Computer, Combat Computer, Cowl, Easy to Pilot, Extended Torso Twist, Improved Communications, Improved Cooling Jacket (all), Improved Sensors, Multi-Trac, Nimble Jumper, Reinforced Legs, Variable Range Targeting, Illegal Design (overweight)

Overview: The Turkina is a powerful OmniMech that was first seen in the Turkina Keshik at the Battle of Tukayyid, and entered general service with Clan Jade Falcon following the end of the Refusal War. In a design oddity, the Turkina mounts enough jump jets to vault 90 meters hardwired onto the frame, rather than using them in modular pods. While this simplified repair, it also uses tonnage that could be devoted to other systems when a mission does not call for jumping.

Capabilities: The Turkina Bb is a one-off 'Mech built specifically for Khan Stephanie Chistu of Clan Jade Falcon. Uprated to a 100-ton chassis, the Bb was directly inspired by the Turkina B configuration. Like that variant, the Bb uses pairs of Large Pulse Lasers, ER Large Lasers, Medium Pulse Lasers, and ER Medium Lasers. All of these are linked to an advanced Targeting Computer loaded with Variable Range Targeting programming, while the individual weapons themselves have been accurized and tuned for decreased heat generation. Eleven extra double heat sinks are fitted - three less than the standard B. In their place, a Spheroid Radical Heat Sink system was put in place, which - even in passive mode - renders Khan Chistu's 'Mech nearly heat neutral, even in the most heat-intensive situations. One small holdover of Chistu's time under the hated Malvina can be found in the armored talons emplaced on the 'Mech's feet - along with extensive leg reinforcement, this gives Chistu the ability to affect devastating Death from Above attacks. With no weapons that need ammunition, this configuration can stay in the field as long as its MechWarrior can, aided by an armored cockpit and head-mounted armored cowl to provide additional protection, while an armored compact gyro ensures the 'Mech will remain standing even after significant punishment. Rounding out the package, a Neutron Star CEWS system ensures the Khan can remain in contact with and fully command all her forces, as well as provide the benefits of active probe and ECM sensor systems.

Deployment: Built in 3151, the sole produced Turkina Bb serves in Turkina Keshik of Clan Jade Falcon, piloted solely by Khan Stephanie Chistu.

History: The Turkina Bb has so far seen service only a handful of times so far - the first mission for the 'Mech was spearheading Jade Falcon forces during the Third Star League's Operation PERSUASION. It was during the drop on Caph that Khan Chistu - fighting alongside her lover and abtahka Tara Jade Falcon - first met Cadha Jaffray of Northwind. This meeting and the frank discussions that resulted would ultimately culminate in the accession of Northwind to the Third Star League in December 3152, and result in an agreement between the Falcons and the Northwind Highlanders to share the planet under the New Jointly-Owned Worlds Agreement of 3153. The second notable mission to date took place in October 3152 - Khan Chistu led a Falcon/SLDF force to "rescue" the Jade Falcon Remnants centered around Sudeten. Taking Jiyi Chistu as her new saKhan after he won a Trial of Position against Khalus Pryde, Khan Chistu's mission granted the Third Star League an outpost in the Hinterlands, as well as bringing them into direct negotiation with the Tamar Pact, the Arc-Royal Liberty Coalition, and Alyina Mercantile League - the relationships forged by this mission would come to later prove instrumental in the SLDF's intervention in the Lyran War of Reclamation.

[theurbanmechcomesforthee]

Ironhold Assault Battle Armor [Experimental]

3058 IS Battle Armor

Source: My Own Custom /

Type/Model: Ironhold Assault Battle Armor [Experimental]

Tech: Mixed Tech / 3058

Config: Biped Power Armor

Rules: Level 4, Experimental design

Mass: 2 tons (rounded up)

Chassis: Assault

Walking Speed: 10.8 km/h

Armor Type: Asphestos Elemental Standard (C) Standard (C)

Armament:

1 Advanced SRM 6 (C)

1 Advanced SRM 4 (C)

1 Advanced SRM 4 (C)

1 Armored Glove

1 Armored Glove

Manufacturer: Olivetti Weaponry

Location: Sudeten

Communications System:

Targeting and Tracking System:

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Type/Model: Ironhold Assault Battle Armor [Experimental]

Mass: 2 tons (rounded up)

Equipment: Mass

Int. Struct.: 1 pts Standard 0 0.55

Walking MP: 1

Jumping MP: 0

Armor Factor: 15 Standard (C) 0 0.38

Weapons and Equipment Loc Ammo Crits Mass

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1 Advanced SRM 6 (C) CT 4 5 0.45

1 Advanced SRM 4 (C) RA 4 4 0.31

1 Advanced SRM 4 (C) LA 4 4 0.31

1 Armored Glove LA

1 Armored Glove RA

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Calculated Factors

Battle Value (BV1):148 (145)

592 for IS squads(4) or 888 for CS/WoB units(6)

Battle Value (BV2):159 (156)

827 for IS squads(4) or 1113 for CS/WoB units(6)

Elementals?

Ah yes. The missile pod.

I suppose it would be good for firing Tandem-charge SRMs and then leaping away, but I imagine some BA claws would not go amiss...

[baconfissh]

I got to teach my local group the horror of fortified elementals. My objective was to defend a captured VIP my opponents goals were to either withdraw the VIP or kill them (it was a 2v2v2 4000 bv and 3 units per person) I brought out a slightly modified Ironhold assault point (4 AP gauss, I-Stealth, and lots of armor), a heavily modified Ironhold assault point (2 Er SML, 1 heavy flamer, I-Stealth, and slightly less armor.), and a lightly modified Anubis. I placed the Gauss point on the roof and the energy point in the 3 hex hardened building (the capture points were 1 hex away from the building). Anything that got within 9 got shot by the gauss elementals and Anything within 6 got hit with everything. They managed to take down several lights and a Kodiak though most of the gauss squad died to some really nice PPC shots from both teams.

[loeyshandtattoo]

lady of moonreach | masterlist

map where the whole story takes place

plot summary: suffering from the consequences of an inevitable invasion of a usurper caused a decline among the great houses of iris, and the house greenwell was no exception to that as moonreach was destroyed by fire. namra greenwell, the proclaimed lady of moonreach pleads for the aid of the king-conqueror five years into his rule after reclaiming his rightful inheritance, despite being born in the walls of ironhold, his very own home, he was raised in safety in polymos after the invasion. the new king wishes to earn the love of his people, and finds no option, but to accept the plea of the lady of moonreach, despite loathing each other to the core.

1 - embers of a fallen legacy

2 - whispers in the shadows

3 - flames of departure

4 - the battle for moonreach

5 - pawn on the board

[howdysha]

andam por aí uns dizeres da sela de que aeysha jackson tá em badlands. mas quem vai se surpreender? ela é uma pistoleira da buckshaw e até que demorou pra chegar por essas bandas. no auge dos seus 27 anos, é inconsequente e insensível, mas também aventureira e carismática –dou fé. nunca tinha reparado, mas AJ até bate o retrato com savannah lee smith, num acha?

nome completo: aeysha jackson. apelidos: AJ, aya, jay. orientação sexual: bissexual. mbti: entp 7w6. data de nascimento: 27/07/1870. altura: 1, 70 cm. nacionalidade: estadunidense. distrito: ironhold. gênero: mulher cis. pronomes: ela/dela. estilo do dia a dia: roupas em tons neutros, porém bonitas e sempre bem cuidadas. ocupação: golpista para a gangue buckshaw. favoritos: música, pintura e desenho, dança.

personalidade.

aeysha é uma pessoa complexa. tem um lado carismático e simpático, do tipo que pode dominar um ambiente com seus sorrisos e seu encanto, algo que ela sempre usa ao seu favor. sabe muito bem o que dizer e quando dizer, é normal para ela se moldar ao que as outras pessoas esperam dela, já que isso a faz conseguir criar certa “vantagem” sobre esse outro alguém. a mulher é confiante e corajosa, ela acredita em si mesma e em seu próprio potencial, odiando ser subestimada por qualquer motivo que seja, é fiel a si e isso também pode a levar a ser teimosa e cabeça dura, já que dificilmente aceita ser contrariada e, quando coloca algo em mente, é quase impossível a fazer mudar de ideia.

a mulher também pode ser insensível em diversos momentos, já que aeysha tem grande falta de empatia, é complicado para ela se colocar no lugar das outras pessoas ou se afeiçoar, portanto não consegue entender quando alguém fica triste, magoado ou chateado, o que pode a fazer se comportar de uma forma rude. ela tem um lado inconsequente e imprevisível… quando você acha que já viu de tudo, AJ vai lá e te prova que sempre dá pra se surpreender. é quase como se ela fosse uma bomba relógio, quem quer se aproximar tem que o fazer com cautela. a jackson respeita hierarquias, só que isso não quer dizer que ela se permite ser submissa, portanto sempre busca manter sua voz ativa em qualquer situação. ayesha gosta de viver uma vida caótica, mesmo não tendo muitos planos futuros, quer poder fazer muito dinheiro e viver de forma confortável em um lugar bonito cheia de mordomias ao seu redor. ela não pensa grande, apenas quer trazer conforto para si própria, não se importando do que precisa fazer para satisfazer suas vontades.

biografia.

nada para aeysha foi fácil. desde cedo ela aprendeu que tentar ser uma boa pessoa e fazer as coisas do jeito certo não a levaria a lugar algum. tudo começou em sua própria casa, filha única de um homem abusivo e alcoólatra e de uma mãe que preferia passar mais tempo pelas ruas da cidade dançando em bares do que cuidando da própria família. ela precisava estar ali para si própria porque sabia que ninguém mais estaria.

aeysha aguentou muita coisa quieta, aquele tipo de criança que vivia de cabeça baixa e se alguém mexesse com ela a garota apenas aceitava, recebia um soco após o outro e depois se levantava e ia embora. só que apenas ser um saco de pancadas era cansativo, AJ merecia mais do que isso. e as coisas mudaram no dia em que ela decidiu que iria revidar. mudou naquele momento em que aeysha achou a arma em cima do guarda-roupa de seus pais e atirou cinco vezes contra o homem que destruía o seu corpo e a sua vida, escutando sua mãe chorar e perguntando “por que fez isso?” e a resposta poderia tanto ser elaborada quanto poderia ser um simples… “porque eu senti vontade”.

desde então, ela viveu pelas ruas. se misturando com as pessoas erradas, fazendo coisas erradas. enfim encontrando a sua autoconfiança e coragem, mesmo que de uma forma deturpada. cresceu para se tornar uma mulher linda e simpática, do tipo que poderia te convencer facilmente a fazer o que ela quisesse. e é claro que aeysha não usava desse artifício com boas intenções. colecionava inimigos por onde passava, aplicando golpes e se envolvendo em grandes assaltos aos bancos de pequenas cidades ao redor do estado. tanto que isso lhe rendeu um cartaz de “procurada” com seu nome e uma recompensa por sua cabeça, viva ou morta.

aeysha infelizmente gostava demais da adrenalina da sua vida. gostava demais de sentir que finalmente ela estava no controle, finalmente podia tomar suas próprias decisões e fazer o que quiser. sabia que isso poderia estar a fazendo traçar um destino bem óbvio: enterrada a sete palmos ou vendo o sol nascer quadrado, porém o que seria da vida sem um pouco de riscos e diversão? ela precisava disso, precisava se sentir viva e essa foi a única forma que encontrou de o fazer. talvez tenha se acostumado com o estilo de vida errado, talvez sua ética e moral estivessem bagunçadas demais e sua mente confusa para pensar racionalmente. isso era tudo o que ela poderia ser? uma agente do caos? só que como ela poderia tentar seguir outro caminho quando nunca conheceu amor, afeto e bondade?

a mulher fugiu para oklahoma quando as buscas por ela em sua cidade natal começaram a ficar ativas demais, acabando por parar em badlands ao ouvir histórias sobre o lugar. e quando chegou, conseguiu encontrar seus semelhantes, pela primeira vez fazendo parte de uma gangue e entendendo que fazer isso em grupo poderia tornar tudo mais fácil. não era uma vida ideal… mas ei? ao menos ela estava se divertindo e isso era o que ela queria, poder viver a vida do seu jeito, sem escrúpulos. até quando poderia manter isso sem surtar ou sem ser tarde demais para voltar atrás? ah… isso é um problema para a aeysha do futuro resolver.

[f0retold]

an  𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗈𝗋-𝗃𝗈𝗒  lookalike  has  arrived  in  myrkvjord,  standing  among  the  warriors  of  𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑛,  their  presence  impossible  to  ignore.  signe tokesdóttir  recently  marked  their  𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗁  name  day,  &  already,  whispers  of  their  deeds  ( or  misdeeds )  are  spreading.  some  claim  they  are  ℎ𝑎𝑤𝑘𝑖𝑠ℎ,  while  others  insist  they  are  devout  — either  way,  they  are  bound  to  leave  their  mark.  with  a  reputation  growing,  they  are  poised  to  shape  the  fate  of  their  people.  you  might  recognize  them  as  a  shield-maiden,  but  soon,  they  will  be  known  for  far  more ...

full name: signe tokesdóttir.  known by: the valkyrie.  age: twenty eight.   birthplace:  a village outside the ironhold keep.  current residence: the wolfborn clan's nomadic camp.   gender:  ciswoman.  pronouns:  she + her. orientation:  pansexual. occupation: shieldmaiden of the wolfborn clan. allegiance: the gods & the wolfborn clan.

born into the tradition of blood & fury, death was a language you learned to speak from the seeds of your existence. from a small hand upon a makeshift bow & plucking the feathers off of kills, thoughts of dying, decay & the afterlife were as commonplace in your mind as anything else. death did not shake you at first.

your family had surely pleased thor — warriors & shield-maidens of ironblood's best. but your father's thirst for glory & status endured outside of the battle field. attempting to kill his jarl that he sought to depose, he was slain for his insurgence: a hand by the fates, the wrath of the gods invoked. death had revealed itself to you in all its truth & horror. it would follow your family for years to come in quiet grief, stalking the shadows like a resounding omen: death did not care of glory or honour. it only demanded blood & replay.

your family's name was tainted & tradition called for your exile. you clung to your mother & older brother, finding refuge in the drifting settlements of the wolfsborn clan. there, disgrace & dishonour was left only to the judgement of the gods. but still, you failed to sow your roots. blood is blood & yours still ran warm with iron. the three of you lived as interlopers until you & your mother began to learn the ways of those strange wolves & their ancient rituals. you joined your clansmen in their wolf hunts, sought to understand their fated songs & eventually you and your mother were accepted. your mother would warn you not to challenge the gods. for odin's wrath was absolute & the grief that you held for your father was a painful reminder.

but your brother was still of blood & steel. he did not have the privilege of young age to wash away his fury & vengeance for his father. you feared for him, seeing too much of your father in his eyes. what fate was to become of him ? a warrior upholding his kin's honour, destined for valhalla or a killer blinded by hatred & taken by the crone to meet hel ?

grief visited you once again when your brother was exiled. in the lonelier years following, you cursed him, believing his thirst for vengeance to be stronger than his love for his family. perhaps anger was an easier emotion to feel than pain.

distraught, you looked to the gods for wisdom. the seer you confided in spoke in tongues, the air in the hut growing colder. the prophecy she spoke of was one you didn't dare utter aloud — but it spoke of a curse, one that would follow you & your family: a legacy of death & decay.

you had been wolfborn for long enough to believe in the power of prophecy & the inescapable fate of your destiny. but a part of you was still forged in iron & you were bold enough to think that you could change your fate.

under your mother's mentorship you had grown into a capable fledgling shield-maiden. but with the omen of death following, you slowly became consumed by superstition. fearing the gruesome death that awaited you, one that would curse you to the pits of hel rather than to the gates of valhalla, you trained & practised till you were bloody. your clansmen praised your skill & determination knowing not of the fear & inner turmoil that drove you.

being of the wolfborn clan, their nomadic travels familiarised you with the horses that pulled their wagons & carried their scouts. you adopted their ways & became proficient at horse riding, earning you the nickname of the valkyrie as you wielded your weapons on horseback.

yet despite your growing combative prowess, the paranoia from your ill-fated prophecy festered in you like a wound. anxieties & melancholy had plagued you for many years before & now your fears seemed all the more tangible. one dawn you had heard whispers of a mysterious trader that had docked at the nearest sea port, though some believed her to be a sea witch. she granted you an object: something that could alleviate your curse, but imprecate another. the true nature of your curse is something you would hide, as is the object you hide under your bedding.

though you now walk the earth as a noble shield-maiden, the fears & visions that plague you threaten to turn you into something darker.

𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌

blood is thicker than water: signe's estrangement from her brother is deepened by the grief they hold for their father. although soren has chosen retribution by blood, signe seems to have chosen a more "righteous" path. [ 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗒 #𝗋𝗏𝗇𝗑𝗇𝗍 ]

spring lambs: a childhood friend of signe from the ironblood clan, estranged by her exile. though they are now different in culture & kin, their bond still runs deep. [ 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 ]

the binds of freyja: sign's betrothed — as a decorated shield-maiden, signe's betrothal was a coveted one. though she sees this potential union as a mere convenience & one of practicality. she fears love & its vulnerability & has little interest to open her heart. could her betrothed find solace in a loveless union or do they feel something more ? [ 𝗐𝖼 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 ]

to shed a wolfskin: someone who challenges signe's closed demeanour & stifled emotions. could be a platonic or romantic dynamic. [ 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 ]

spirits of the forest: a sparring or hunting partner. they share a solace in the meditative nature of the hunt or art of combat. [ 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 ]

more tba !

[ariesgamesandminis]

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[in1-nutshell]

Can we have G1 Ophelia please? You can choose to write her with Ironhold or not(o^▽^o)

Ironhold is in this one!

Hop you enjoy!

G1 Ophelia (Ft. Ironhold)

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Hinted Romance, Cybertronian reader

G1

Ironhold was not the only child Megatron had.

The war lord had another child of his in the ranks.

Chief archivist of the Nemesis.

Soundwave’s right-hand Con on the Nemesis.

Megatron’s eldest daughter and potential heir to the Decepticon army.

Ophelia the minibot.

Many Cons often forgot that Ophelia was their leader’s daughter with how… different she was.

With Ironhold, things made sense.

They were tall, a great warrior, feared by the enemy, and loyal to the Decepticon cause.

Even their little soft spot for humans was overshadowed by their achievements.

Ophelia was the opposite of Lord Megatron.

She was small, a decent fighter, kind, soft spoken, and someone easily forgotten.

Her soft spot for humans as clear as day.

Spike and Mirage escaping from Decepticon base. They turn the corner and barrel into Ophelia who was carrying a stack of data pads. Ophelia rubs her helm in pain. Ophelia: “Do you mind watching where you’re going next time Mirage!” Mirage: “Umm… do I know you?” Ophelia: “You broke into the base last week. You heard my name.” Spike: “Umm…” Ophelia: “Spike, you were kidnapped yesterday. I introduced myself to you 7 times!” Spike: “… Rumble?” Ophelia blinks slowly before facepalming. Ophelia: “Next door to your right, you’ll find the exit.” Ophelia stands up with all the collected data pads. Mirage pulls out his blaster. Mirage: “Freeze! You’re not telling the Decepticons anything!” Ophelia sighs tiredly. Ophelia: “Its too early for this… they are not going to be happy about this…” Meanwhile outside the base with Ironhold. The ‘Sibling Sense’ starts tingling. Ironhold: “…Ophelia needs me!”

While Ophelia did not achieve battle victories for Megatron, her victories in the achieves and on deck medic made up for it.

Megatron was proud of both his children.

Both making so much progress for the Decepticon cause!

Is secretly happy that Ophelia stayed the same size.

He already had enough trouble with Ironhold being taller than him.

The War lord does not tolerate anyone disrespecting his children.

Last Con who tried to disrespect Ophelia got a beating of a lifetime from Megatron and Ironhold.

He did try to take Ophelia to train, but Ironhold never allowed them both to fight.

Megatron and Ironhold are in a room by themselves. Megatron: “Where are you hiding her this time?” Ironhold: “Not telling you.” Megatron: “Ironhold, she needs to understand how to fight. If you haven’t forgotten, we are at war! Would you rather have her depend on you to fight her battles?” Ironhold: “Yes! She shouldn’t even be near the fights! And I just know that your ‘training’ is aligned with bots of your stature.” Ironhold sighs a bit before crossing their arms. Ironhold: “Look me in the optics and tell me you weren’t planning on training her like you did with me?” Megatron: “Iron—” Ironhold: “Look at me and tell me you’ve taken her size into account!” There is a harsh silence. Ironhold: “… She isn’t like me or any of the bots you’ve trained before Father. One wrong move during training and it could be detrimental to her. Imagine the look of fear she’ll have when she sees you after hurting her?” They let out a tired vent and uncrosses their arms. Megatron is silent and places a servo on their shoulder. Megatron: “… All right, you win. I won’t teach her.” Ironhold blinks a bit in surprise. Megatron: “But only if she is to be accompanied by a trusted Decepticon at all times or—Ironhold! Are you even listening?!” Ironhold has a datapad out and is rapid messaging on it. Ironhold: “And done! Ophelia officially has a bodyguard!”

His name was Steve.

A Vechicon that had recently been transferred to Earth.

Ironhold trusted the Vehicon enough to leave him with Ophelia, not like she needed the protection.

They would be there to fight for her.

Ironhold loved their sister with all their spark, but they weren’t going to actually say it.

Instead opts to show ingthe love through acts and quality time.

Ophelia is walking with Megatron and Ironhold. More Ophelia speed walking trying to keep up with the others. Ironhold stops for a second before snatching Ophelia up from the back. Ophelia: “ACK! Ironhold! What have I told you about doing that out of no where!” Ironhold places her on their shoulders. Ironhold: “Not to.” Ophelia: “And what did you do?” Ironhold: “Did it and I’d do it again.” Ophelia playfully whacks their helm. Megatron smiles a bit at them. Later… Ophelia is in her habsuite when Ironhold barges in. Ophelia: “Iron—WOAH!” Ironhold flops down on her berth, narrowly missing the minibot. Ophelia: “Umm… ‘Hold? Are you okay?” Ironhold groans before scooting closer to Ophelia’s side and burying their face in her lap. Ophelia’s optics furrow in concern and gently starts subbing small circles on her younger siblings helm. Ophelia: “… You want to talk about it?” The shake in her lap gave her the answer. Ophelia sighs and does her best to hug Ironhold’s helm. Ophelia: “Stay as long as you want ‘Hold. I gottcha… I gottcha…”

Ophelia was often forgotten in her sibling’s shadow, but she is just happy that they are happy.

They deserve some happiness in this war.

The minibot is the first to know about Ironhold’s crush Rumble.

Does she tease them?

Yes, but it’s all lighthearted.

Does she play as Ironhold’s wingbot?

Also, yes!

Has she given Rumble the shovel talk because Megatron is too dense to know that his youngest has feelings?

Yes!

Rumble left that talk seeing a part of Megatron installed in the minibot.

Ironhold still doesn’t know that Ophelia did this and will stay that way.

Places bets with the other minibots and Soundwave on who was going to confess first.

Ophelia is happy Ironhold found someone to call their own.

Not that she would find someone someday…

Steve walks over to Ophelia. Steve: “Did you win the bet?” Ophelia: “Not exactly, everyone was off by a bit on the date.” Steve: “That sucks.” Ophelia sighs. Ophelia: “Welp, its over now. C’mon, I need some help in getting these crates to the Main room.” Steve: “Sure!” Both walk and chat as they head to get the crates. Soundwave and the cassettes in the distance. Soundwave: “Frenzy: Contact Rumble and Ironhold.” Frenzy: “For what Boss?” Soundwave: “Operation: Not Hamlet. Bets must be placed.”

[holykalamity]

Lady Arden Bristol, Baroness of Ironhold Keep.

Artist: narabloodeye - Artistree (site)

My OC

[aromantic-reaper]

(answer this after you read the Ironhold story)

Thoughts on the Ironhold story?

Overhyped. I was expecting more, instead all I got was bits of flesh and blood in large enough quantities to fill a small lake

[boinkingbattlemechs]

Cougar

Based on the Adder, the Cougar is a powerful Clan Jade Falcon light OmniMech.

After the Refusal War with Clan Wolf, the Falcons' newly vested Khan Marthe Pryde strove to rebuild her shattered touman, reaping the benefits of efforts by her predecessor Elias Crichell to step up the pace of the Falcon breeding program and to bring new and deadly OmniMechs into service. With regards the latter, the successful introduction of the Fire Falcon, Black Lanner, Night Gyr, and Turkina pleased her, but Pryde desired the symbolic goal of a complete Star of new 'Mechs.

Recognizing that she'd stretched her Clan's scientists to the limit to produce those four designs already, Khan Pryde directed her scientists to modify an existing design into an even more deadly machine for the fifth member. The design selected was the Adder, and in using an existing design the Falcon scientists were able to field a virtually new 'Mech in roughly half the time normally required to construct and test a new OmniMech.

First seeing service during the fighting on Coventry in 3058, the Cougar quickly spread to other Clans, most notably Clan Smoke Jaguar's defenders during Operation BULLDOG. The visual similarity to the Adder caught the Inner Sphere forces who faced it on Coventry and Port Arthur off-guard, incorrectly assuming it was the older design and being shocked by the greater firepower the Cougar was capable of unleashing. Remaining popular with the Falcons, the Ironhold facility that produced the Cougar was destroyed by Clan Steel Viper in 3071 during the Wars of Reaving.

Though the two 'Mechs are visually similar and share the same weight, the Cougar is slower and better armed than the Adder, replacing its progenitor's 210-rated XL engine with a lighter 175-rated XL model and mounting just five and a half tons of ferro-fibrous armor on an endo steel frame to boost the available pod space to 19 tons. Though some Clan MechWarriors complained that the loss of speed was damning for a light 'Mech, the overall consensus was the increased firepower made up for this deficiency.

The Jade Falcon scientists continued to closely mimic the Adder in the Cougar's weapon systems, the greater pod space allowing them to enhance them while adhering to original's philosophy of ranged combat. The primary configuration is a good example, mounting a pair of LRM-10s and large pulse lasers for a combination of direct and indirect fire support.

[ao3feed-leopika]

Ironhold Penitentiary 1890

Ironhold Penitentiary, 1890 Link to fic: https://ift.tt/56DI9Md by 4xhunters "They’d given him no escape hatch. That left only one weakness: men. And men, Gon had always understood." In 1890, expert thief gon freecss manages to bypass getting publicly executed once more- but sent to the place, this place- called ironhold. The supposedly best place for people like gon in the lands. How will the island freak boy manage to tug the strings on warden killua zoldyck? Rumors have it, once zoldyck has something- he doesnt let go. But, thief gon is known for letting go too easily. Words: 2008, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Hunter X Hunter Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Zushi (Hunter X Hunter), Gon Freecs, Killua Zoldyck, and more Relationships: Gon Freecs/Killua Zoldyck, Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight Additional Tags: Getting locked up more then 3 times, gon freecss is a certified criminal, killua zoldyck try not to fall in love challenge go, mission failed, Gon is a men seducer and user, doing this for good causes, Angry Sex, Jealous sex, tags are hard work, gon knows his way around, turning straights into gays, that about sums it up, kinda not really, Cross-Posted on Wattpad, Other Additional Tags to Be Added via AO3 works tagged 'Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight' https://ift.tt/2ZO5oTg May 04, 2025 at 03:50AM