#union dropship

[thedangerface]

I ordered some Iron Wind Metals micro aerospace fighters and dropships, and damn I did not understand how small they are.

Behold the tiny glory!

[kasperl-ruprecht]

So pictures are getting out of new plastic Map Scale Dropships, apparently they are coming out with the Mercenary Kickstarter.

Here's the Union...

And the Overlord...

[somethingmissingthiswaycomes]

I just learned something really big and cool and exciting for the future of workers' rights specifically related to online shopping.

Follow @indiesellersguild to hear abt it tomorrow,,,,,,

[agbpaints]

4th Order of St. Michael

Formed: 3061

Disbanded: 3070

Parent Command: LAAF (Nominally)

An on again off again tradition from the world of Hesperus II, the Stellar Order of St. Michael is a martial organization of Catholic mechwarriors who seek to uphold feudal revivalist chivalric ideals, drawing heavily from the Lorix Order, while protecting the interests of the noble house Brewer, Duke of Hesperus. Mechwarriors of the order are typically drawn from the planetary nobility of the region and pledge themselves in 20 year tours. While the Order of St. Michael has a reputation for being a fanatical and individually well trained force in the field, their lack of tactical acumen is legendary- as of 3151 the Order has been disbanded due to near total combat losses six times.

The 4th Order of St. Michael was founded in 3061 by Gunther Brewer-DuChambe in the aftermath of the Great Refusal and rising sentiments of martial patriotism following the Second Star League's victory over the Clans. When the Federated Commonwealth Civil War broke out, the Order threw their lot in with the Lyran Alliance, participating in the Fifteenth Battle of Hesperus II in 3065 as well as actions on Alkaid and Gladius the following year. In 3068, the Order was recalled to Hesperus to deal with increasing raids by Word of Blake forces. On January 26th, the WoBS End of Wisdom annihilated the Order's monastery north of the city of Maldon with a sub-nuclear orbital bombardment as part of Operation STEEL HAMMER. Brewer-DuChambe and a lance of his warriors were not present at the time, having left the monastery for a patrol several days prior. The last remnants of the Order of St. Michael made there way to Defiance Industries' fortress factory on-world and assisted in the defense, fighting to total destruction on February 5th, one day before the planet surrendered.

At their peak, the 4th Order of St. Michael consisted of two companies of battlemech assets and two Union class dropships. This iteration of the Order prefered heavy cavalry machines and fast assault tactics. The majority of the mechs used by the order were models produced by Defiance Industries on Hesperus, though some mechwarriors pledged to the order brought with them heirloom machines passed down from their families.

[professionalscrublord]

Union Dropship (House Davion)

Emerald Dawn terrorists disembarking from a stolen Davion dropship... Because I didn't have any actual FedSuns mechs and didn't think ahead about who would be using this ship... Whatever. I chose Yellow Team because I like the sunny sword logo.

I do have actual FedSuns infantry though, observing and reporting the landing. Six-wheeled humvee thing I hand-printed with a 3d pen.

Inside view - I chose to lean the front ramp sharply down to the ground to keep it in line with the leg struts and minimize the chance of it getting smacked/breaking off. It wasn't long enough to touch ground at a "walkable" incline anyway.

Closeups of this Spaceball Fabergé Egg. There were gun turret files available to go in the round weapon ports, but I was concerned about them breaking off so I just colored in the domes. Call 'em lasers, why not.

3d-Printed on my new Bambu A1M using translucent blue PETG (windows left unpainted, for reference). I used the following model brought down to mapscale. https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:5748287

[neon-knights-mercenary-company]

January 4 3052

Mired in the shadows of Mech Bay 1, a small cherry light glowed bright for a moment, before a breath of smoke exhaled forth. The figure holding the the cigarette glared at the empty space that once held a priceless Atlas II, as if trying to coax one last bit of wisdom from a ghost that wasn’t there.

She’d have had better luck asking the traitor Kell for a shiny new CO.

Rowan de la Rosa did not think of herself as a leader of anything more than a lance. She wasn’t a grand tactician, and her figting style of “jump on their mech and pummel them to death” was not the most condusive for leading a company. Never mind that the Neon Knights Mercenary Company barely numbered enough for a lance, get out of here with your reasonable counterpoints.

The ghost of Ronnie Blazko still hadn’t shown up, nor did Phelan Kell come through the airlock bearing gifts, but she did hear footseps echoing through the mech bay towards her. Each step coming toward her punctuated to Rowan just how empty the Union-class dropship was, until the new arrival stopped a respectful distance away. Or maybe they just didn’t appreciate the secondhand smoke.

Letting the silence drag on, Rowan continued her contemplation of the mech bay, not bothering to look up at her guest.

“What is it, Agata?”

“Ma’am, we’ve got new orders. We’re to rendezvous at Skandia for repairs and re-arming.”

Rowan turned to face her friend, looking down only slightly. Agata Rinsdóttir, veteran of almost as many campaigns as Rowan, and her new XO, stood at parade-perfect attention. Not a hair was out of place, and if there were a few more lines of stress on her face than before, well it was understandable. Everyone lost friends in the fighting on Satalice, but only Agata lost her home.

“Jesus Ag, you look like shit,” Rowan lied. “You know we’ll come back, right? Even if I gotta drag Babyface Steiner-Davion here by his cojones, we will come back. I promise you.”

Agata didn’t so much as twitch, but her expression darkened nontheless.

“Don’t, Row-Commander. Don’t promise me something out of your control. I don’t need your bullshit machismo right now.”

Rowan winced, and sighed. “Look, Ag, I’m sorry. I don’t- the only way I know how to comfort someone is to kick someone else’s ass for them, ja? I don’t mean to be an ass. And cut the formal shit. Consider that an order.”

Agata sighs. “I know, Rowan. You’re you, but you can be a bit much. Look, here’s the orders. Jumpship is already arranged for us, we just gotta dock. I already sent a copy of the orders on to Ignoble Steed, we’ll both be docking around the same time. Our ride’s an Invader, so it’ll just be us.”

Rowan frowns. “Bit weird not to fill the third collar.”

“Collar’s on the fritz, according to their captain. They took a couple of pot shots from some passing ASFs,” Agata shrugged, “but the drive was untouched and we’re pressed for time.”

“Thanks, XO. I’ll put the rest of my moping on hold. See you on the bridge.”

[luckyspacecadet]

Meet the unluckiest ghost bear nova known to this side of the sphere.

So the Nova is tasked with intercepting an escaping recon/strike lance. Said lance should he easy pickings but the enemy is using stealth armour and evasive maneuvers (more on this later)

We hit the field and being pursuit.

Following up on the pursuit, no viable shots are found but closing distance to begin dueling.

Finally start getting into viable shot range.. and the metaphorical fan hath been struck

An Upgraded Union dropship lands to pickup the escaping lance.

Ground attack Armament: 2x Gauss, 2x ER PPC, 2x ER Large laser, 4x LRM 20. And sits at level 10 with a base -2 to gunnery for being a dropship... So good luck hiding.

So Timberwolf loses significant armour from Gauss, ppc, and laser fire.

Meanwhile a lucky gauss rifle goes through my mad dogs cockpit and he thankfully dropped the elementals that turn so they won't go up with him.

We pepper the enemy stinger but spite heaps of damage, the stinger doesn't quite go down and escapes via the dropship.

The griffin wasn't so lucky - my viper jumps behind and misses 80% of his armament at point blank with pulse lasers! But the final ER Medium and Micro Pulse laser both strike the left rear torso, and drill through the engine with 4 crits. Engine destruction.

The vindicator then puts a sword through my CT and I'm dead... (Also more on this)

In the end the vindicator shuts down going out guns blazing and the bushwhacker also escapes despite heavy damage and most of the armament critted out.

We keep the vindicator and pilot as bondsman, but lost an Adder, Viper, and Mad Dog (although salvageable once we hose out the bloody nickel cobalt gauss shrapnel)

We called it a pyric victory only due to taking a prisoner, otherwise it'd be a loss for the clans.

[msn-04iinightingale]

Reinforcements

The jumpship Huntsman transitioned in system with with a crackling flash, immediately broadcasting the IFF codes for Operation TOUCHDOWN. In addition to the container ships of ammunition, food, and parts, the ovoid shape of a Union Class Dropship, the words Wild Hunt emblazoned above the Barghest Company emblem.

The dropship immediately detaches form the jumpship, and begins to makes its way towards Helios.

Onboard the bridge, Colonel Belledonna, "Bell" for sort, floats over to the communications officer. She is tall, and for lack of better words, saurian, her features resembling the extinct raptors of ancient earth, complete with plume of blue black feathers on the back of her head, tail, and scales. She propels herself with slender limbs with murderous claws at the ends, coming to a stop with the help of the hand grips each station and ceiling are equipped with.

The comms officer looks up at her. "Your orders, ma'am?"

"Contact SLDF Command, I'd like to speak to who's in charge, or at least find out what the situation on the ground is and where they need us most."

"Aye aye ma'am." The officer replies, and begins to reach out to their allies. "You're live ma'am."

She nods respectfully to the officer.

"This is Colonel Belledonna of Barghest Company, aboard the dropship Wild Hunt, requesting permission to speak with SLDF command and for orders."

She settled in to wait for a reply. They had made better than their time estimates to get here, and hopefully, she, and the rest of the offensive arm of Barghest Company, would be able to support the war effort. "And him" she thought.

@is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not (or whoever would be best to respond to this)

[blackboxfaxes]

Naginata Battalion

Naginata Battalion is a unit of the Draconis Combine Mustered Soldiery, notable for exclusively recruiting women.

Naginata Battalion's origins begin with one woman - Sho-Sa Azisu Misakari, a veteran of House Kurita who earned her rank during the War of 3039. During its aftermath, Azisu was tasked by her superiors with standing up a new formation to fill the ranks of the Dragon's forces. She quickly found, however, that very few mechwarriors of House Kurita were willing to serve under her - some were more willing to accept service in a minor garrison force than to accept her command. Asizu eventually saw that her problem contained its own solution - just as there were many men who refused to serve under her, there were many women whose commanders were happy to be rid of them. Azisu began requesting transfers from her fellow commanders of any women listed on their rosters, as well as spreading the word of her battalion - commanded by a woman and consisting of women - through the ranks. While the word was often followed by snickers and even comments about their status as "comfort women", a swell of willing mechwarriors, technicians, and secondary roles quickly grew Azisu's ranks.

By 3044, then-Naginata Company had finally reached its paper strength of twelve mechs with sufficient numbers of techs, as well as a Union-class Dropship permanently assigned to their roster. However, Azisu's superiors had called on her to produce a battalion, and her rank of Sho-sa required a battalion for her to command.

Despite Ganji-no-Kanrei Theodore Kurita's reforms in the 3030s and 3040s, the DCMS was still not an ideal place to be a women, and even Theodore's reformists balked at the idea of a pure-women formation. The Procurement Department in particular continually threw obstacles in the way of Azisu and her pilots, in one notable instance delivering a shipment of maid's uniforms instead of the new coolant suits which had been ordered. Azisu, considering her options, reported the officer responsible to the Internal Security Force for "standing in the way of the effectiveness of the Coordinator's forces achieving their duly appointed glory." The officer in question was quietly reassigned to the frontier of the periphery, and Azisu found herself owing the ISF a favor. This began a long and mutually beneficial relationship - Naginata Battalion, as it slowly expanded to be called, could call on the ISF for both assistance dealing with the rest of the DCMS and with acquiring the newest and best gear, and the ISF could call on Azisu's assistance with "delicate matters best not exposed to those inflexible soldiers who bring honor to the Dragon" - essentially serving as a reliable mech force to be deployed against seditionists, separatists, Rasalhaguian rabble-rousers, and Davion sympathizers.

At the outset of the Clan Invasion, Naginata Battalion had grown to two full companies, not far beneath its paper strength, and was deployed on the Davion border. News of the Combine's early defeats against the Clans, however, caused a strategic reassessment, and Naginata Battalion was pulled from the Davion border to join the counterattack against Clan Smoke Jaguar. In the aftermath of the Invasion, Naginata Battalion was positioned along the border with the Smoke Jaguar Occupation Zone. Sho-Sa Azisu Misakari continued to pilot the Cyclops she had piloted since earning her rank, but it had been refitted with clan-built weaponry and a C3 Master system that allowed her to lead her forces from the front. In the aftermath of the Tukayyid Truce, Naginata Battalion finally swelled to its paper strength via the new mass production programs House Kurita had implemented, including receiving Battle Armor forces and new Kuritan Omnimechs, enough to form a full Omni Company. Reports indicate that Naginata Battalion's Omni Company even included a pair of salvaged Clan Omnimechs - a Vulture and a Grendel - which were never turned over to the Procurement Department, probably thanks to their connections with the ISF. As House Kurita's forces swelled with the glut of salvage and production in the aftermath of Operation Bulldog, Naginata Battalion finally achieved its paper strength.

As of 3062, Naginata Battalion is engaged against House Steiner and Clan Jade Falcon in the New Exford Campaign

[draconixwingforged]

3D printed Union Dropship and building

Mech for scale

(with a very blurry and unpainted Drukhari Talos in the background)

[mechwarrior-rose]

Shelter: Wolf's Jaws

UNION DROPSHIP SUMMER LIGHTNING OBERON VI ORBIT CLAN WOLF INVASION CORRIDOR 30 SEPTEMBER 3049

Femme day.

It took a while to come fully to consciousness. Shelter was far too groggy to make sense of any of her thoughts. Everything was loud and angry. She thrummed with a deep, sorrowful ache. She didn't want to wake up. If she woke up, she'd remember what made her so sad.

Eventually her audio sensors came online. It was quiet in the room. Only the soft beep from a medical monitor broke the silence. All the noise was in her head. The sounds of explosions and rending metal.

The War Griffins were dead.

Ariel. Breck. Susanna. Finch. Wallace. Liana. Both Katherines. Shelter went down the list, all twenty-four pilots of the War Griffins, primary and secondary, two for each machine. But she couldn't stop there, could she? Daisy. Chuck. Maribelle. Norton. Evelyn. On through the members of her team, then through the rest of the technicians. Then the support personnel. All almost certainly killed when the enemy had overrun the Dao Sing Plain base. Dead gods, she didn't even know some of the people in administration. She was the only one who could remember them, and she didn't... If she couldn't, then...

Her eyes burned hot. Tears flowed, soaked into bandages on the left side of her face. She lifted her arm to wipe them away and felt the weight of an IV shunt and the tug of more bandages at her shoulder. There was the ghost of agony somewhere beneath the fog as she moved. She must have been put on some serious painkillers.

Her hair. She'd shaved off all her hair.

But the War Griffins were dead. It had been an appropriate sacrifice.

The 1st Oberon Guards, too. Razor Lance had been the last operating unit of 15th Company. If Rieck and Razor Two had made it out, then they and Shelter were likely the only survivors of a massacre.

I hope Hendrik Grimm III and his pirate lordling toadies got stomped flat by a Catamarauder. If there's any justice in the universe, that'll be the end of the Grimm line. But even this thought wasn't enough to cheer her.

The hiss of a door sliding open caught her attention. Shit. She was going to have to open her eyes.

The harsh artificial lights pierced her brain at the first crack of her eyelids. Her involuntary mewl of pain choked off in her throat. A shadow moved from the door to the side of the bed, followed by others. The figures waited while Shelter adjusted to the light. When she opened her eyes, she saw three people in grey jumpsuits. One, a woman with auburn hair tied back in a tight bun, had gold pins with two red stars at each side of her collar. The other two, a tall, blonde woman with a turned-up nose and a short man who wore a short, curly mohawk and a close-trimmed beard, stood a little back. The blonde's pins bore one star each, while the brunet had only the gold squares.

"Shelter, last of his family, quiaff?" the first woman asked.

Shelter's throat clicked as she swallowed. She tried again and finally mustered enough pliability from her larynx to speak. "Last of her family for now. I'm afraid it changes by the day."

"I am Star Captain Mila. With me are Star Commander Chastity and Warrior Hawk. We are three of the warriors you faced in Friday's battle. I have claimed you as a bondsperson of Clan Wolf. From now until your bondcord is severed, you belong to me. Do you understand?"

As Mila spoke, Chastity jotted notes on a handheld compad. Hawk's face was blank. Mila, however, was stern, her brown eyes as impenetrable as ironwood.

"Dress yourselves up with whatever goofy names you like. Still sounds like slavers and pirates to me." Shelter wished she could spit. She could only muster a dry cough.

Mila watched her for a moment before replying. "You speak as though you yourself were not a pirate serving a bandit king. Or perhaps you have not heard the old saying about glass houses and stones?"

"Not a pirate," Shelter growled. "Hate pirates. I hate Grimm."

The man poured water from a small pitcher into a paper cup and set it on the overbed table that sat at the foot of the bed. He placed the control remote for the bed on the table and wheeled it closer to Shelter. She stared, but his face remained impassive. She took the controls, adjusted the bed to a seated tilt, and drank the water greedily. There were only perhaps fifty milliliters in the cup. Shelter reached for the pitcher, but the man put his hand over hers. "Slowly this time," he said, his voice expressionless but warm. He withdrew his hand, and Shelter poured. As she did, she finally noticed the cord tied around her right wrist, loosely enough not to chafe. She drank her second cup more gently, flicking her gaze between the three warriors.

When she finished, Mila spoke again. "Why serve him, then? I am told that you are not a warrior by trade, but rather a technician. What drove you to take up arms to defend pirates?" Mila kept her tone even. The tension underlying her words, however, was plain.

Shelter closed her eyes and let her head drop back against the thin pillow. "I was defending my family. The War Griffins. We're a part of the 1st Guard, but we always wanted to be free again. Used to be mercs. I wanted..." She trailed off. Her head was beginning to throb. The pain meds were wearing off.

"Mercenary service is more honorable to you than piracy, quiaff?" This must have been Chastity. Her voice bore some of the snideness that Mila suppressed.

Shelter groaned. "I don't know what 'quiaff' means. But yeah. Mercs are free to live how they want, and they don't prey on innocent lives." She rubbed the bridge of her nose with her right hand. "Shouldn't I be talking to a doctor now?"

"You are being monitored by our systems and staff. Your injuries are minor. Is there something that needs to be addressed by a physician?" Mila asked.

Shelter winced as the throbbing grew stronger. "Painkillers are wearing off. I could use another dose. Head's killing me."

"If this is the worst of the pain you suffer in the near future, count yourself very fortunate," Mila said. "These questions are a courtesy. There will be more thorough interrogations to come. If you are not a warrior, how did you learn to operate a BattleMech?"

Memories washed over Shelter. Times she was brought into the administrative offices to see where her parents worked. Times she was allowed on her own recognizance, getting into places she shouldn't have, making friends with technicians, pilots, infantry, scouts, anyone who would talk to her. Signing up at sixteen, and how her parents had railed against her decision. They'd hoped to get her out of the Confederation and back to real civilization, back to the Lyran Commonwealth, where she could have a better life. Well, what if she wanted to make sure everyone got out? What if she wanted to save all of the War Griffins, not just one kid from a white-collar family pulling military paychecks?

Her first real boyfriend, a pilot who encouraged her to try out as a MechWarrior. Her first real girlfriend, a 15th Company scout who taught her how to handle sensor equipment and pentaglycerin. The qualifying trials to put her on the waiting list for an alternate pilot slot. She'd done her share of cross-training them, too. Showed them how to splice myomer, use a tech's diagnostic computer, reorient the factory wire harnesses on the Neil 6000 comms units from Defiance Industries because they always came in misassembled and would shake loose after a month and sometimes snap the soldering.

"I made friends," she said.

"Perhaps the caste mobility the other bondsfolk spoke of," Chastity murmured to Mila. "Within their touman, they have fewer barriers between warriors and the lower castes that serve them."

Shelter looked at her, winced again at the light. "Don't mistake us for the Dracs or the Capellans. We don't have castes." Not officially. But Grimm's attempts to legitimize the Oberon Confederation were more about appearances than equity. There were still haves and have-nots, and some of the haves sat on thrones while some of the have-nots performed forced labor in penal camps to which they'd been sentenced by corrupt magistrates.

Mila pursed her lips as she turned Shelter's words over. "You claim there are no castes, and that you, a technician, were trained in warrior's ways and equipment by warrior friends? This is common?"

"I don't know if I'd call it common. But I can't be the only one. I mean, you couldn't get that kind of cross-training if you were a civilian, but I was a corporal in the service. Signed up at the first chance I got."

"To convince your unit to desert the pirates and become mercenaries," Mila said. This time she couldn't keep the hint of a sneer off her face.

Shelter scowled. "To work to free my family, the company that raised me, from service to a tyrant whose grandpa turned coat from the Lyrans, went pirate, and forced the War Griffins to join his army."

Mila opened her mouth, but Shelter pressed on. "And now you've killed what's left of my family, and you're saying I'm your slave. So as far as I'm concerned, you're no better than Hendrik Grimm. In fact, you're lower than pirate scum like him."

The light exploded into fragments, and the room tilted. Something impacted Shelter's ribs. It took a few moments for her to realize that there hadn't been an explosion--she'd simply been struck by the back of Mila's hand. The force of it had flung her against the overbed table, which was now on its side in a pool of spilled water. The Star Captain was saying something, but Shelter's ears were ringing too loudly for her to make it out.

The three warriors filed toward the door. Star Captain Mila stopped, knelt by the fallen table, and picked up the remote. She snapped at Shelter's face to get her attention. "This is how you call a medtech." She stabbed the red button at the top of the remote, then tossed it harshly against Shelter's chest. The new bruise on her ribs screamed in protest.

Shelter slumped against the bed rail and wept as the Wolves left the room.

[ariesgamesandminis]

Just in time for Payday! Iron Wind Metals restocks are up for BattleTech!

20-206 Huitzilopochtli Assault Tank "Huey" (Standard) 20-267 Sentry SNT-04 20-318 Pilum Wheeled Tank 20-398 Shrike SHK-VP-A 20-458 Cattlemaster RA-4 Hunter / Herder 20-5134 Juliano JLN-5A 20-5167 Raven II RVN-5X 20-5174 Ursus II (Standard) 20-5185 Commando COM-2D 20-5194 Sojourner Prime 20-5200 Carrion Crow Prime 20-610 Black Hawk "Nova" Prime (Old Sculpt) 20-634 Epona Pursuit Tank Prime (2) 20-642 Berserker BRZ-A3 20-648 Venom SDR-9K 20-674 Falconer FLC-8R 20-722 Anhur Transport 20-757 Strider SR1-O Prime 20-800 Hex Bases (4) 20-904 O-Bakemono OBK-M10 20-958 Vanquisher VQR-2A 20-9122 Battleforce Hex Base 99-201 Large Flat Top Hex Base #1 BT-001 Orc Protomech BT-006 Phalanx Battle Armor BT-023 Overlord BT-026 Union (2708) BT-027 Union C BT-028 Cavalier Battle Armor BT-029 Sloth Battle Armor BT-035 Overlord C BT-057 Gazelle BT-058 Fury BT-067 Golem Battle Armor BT-087 Scout / Quetzalcoatl Jumpship BT-169 Behemoth Micro Dropship BT-170 Buccaneer BT-178 Jade Hawk JHK-03 BT-183 Aurora Micro Dropship BT-188 Nighthawk Battle Armor BT-189 Kobold Battle Armor BT-202 Rogue Bear Heavy Battle Armor BT-226 Fast Recon BT-232 Warg Battle Armor BT-260 Sprint Scout VTOL BT-284 Svartalfa Ultra ProtoMech 2 BT-285 Sprite Ultra Protomech BT-287 Zephyros Infantry Support Vehicle BT-312 Gun Trailers (2) BT-316 Chimera CMA-2K BT-353 Mad Cat MK II 4 BT-373 Centaur Protomech BT-376 Minotaur Protomech BT-393 Kage Battle Armor Squad (4) BT-404 Wusun Prime Micro Fighter BT-405 Ostrogoth Prime Micro Fighter BT-430 Wulfen H BT-436 Buraq (Standard) Battle Armor FT-019 Kirghiz Mech Scale Fighter FT-022 Xerxes Mech Scale Fighter FT-024 Shiva Mech Scale Fighter FT-035 Tatsu Mech Scale Fighter FT-036 Defiance Mech Scale Fighter OP-013 Thor E ATM Pod OP-021 Loki A LRM 20 (from 20-603R)

[kasperl-ruprecht]

[stellarynn]

Alright further Battletech/Megamek (mis)adventures, I played two more battles with a friend. First one went well, barely managed to squeak out the victory points through the skin of our teeth against a bunch of SRM/LRM/laser carriers and a grounded Union dropship. Big egg scary.

However, in the aftermath, one of the techs fucks up so bad that he bricks a Jenner. Just absolutely kills it. Wedged a wrench in the canopy of the cockpit so good that it just collapsed into a billion pieces. Suddenly that particular Jenner was some kind of losttech. Only Comstar knows its secrets now.

In the next mission, my friend's Hunchback manages to put an AC/20 round through an Annihilator's forehead, killing the pilot instantly and leaving quite the juicy salvage opportunity behind.

Which is great because within seconds, the Squad Leader in her Shadowhawk goes and falls into a building next to an SRM carrier, and then a guillotine decides it wants in on the action and jumped a building to get to her other side. The Shadowhawk did not survive. Squad lead did though, she ejected and wandered off concussed and shell shocked. Some time in the infirmary and she'll be doing a lot better than the Shadowhawk is.

[scorpians-sting]

With a dull thunk and a whoosh of reaction mass the old and well cared for Union-C class dropship known as Questor detached itself to from the Seafox owned jumpship it had chartered to transport it this deep upside of the Innersphere and began its burn towards the awaiting 2nd wave mustering for the final Jump. Inside her 12 bays sat a recogning wrote in armor plating and myomer cables. Adam Scott watched as techs buzzed around his recently expanded forces, mechs donated to this Endeavor by the Khan Scott himself, his mixed tonnage Seeker forces now expanded to include 6 new assault mechs. He looked at the ships compliment again and smiled like a Jackal as he read the list. The first 6 mechs where familiar to him, his Supernova, the Warhawk, Horned owl, Kodiak, and pair of Phiranah had been with him for years at this point, but Khan Scott included 2 more Warhawks, but sitting in the last 4 bays where true works of clan skill and artistry , a pair of Stone Rhinos, a full lance equivalent. He walked to the window and sat contemplating what future glories might await his forces as the 2nd wave grew ever larger in the view port glass. @is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not ( how's this for a start?)

[professionalscrublord]

WIPs of Union Dropship

There were a ton of parts printed separately and glued together, but I forgot to take pics of them all before gluing. Hull was divided into 4 elevations and each elevation was quartered (4-way symmetry, woo!) Since I wasn't actually printing at truescale I joined the symmetrical parts in software and glued the rest, joining any more parts would probably have made it harder to print.

If the color looks familiar, it's the same plastic waterbottles are made of.

Weapon ports, windows*, doors, legs, leg covers, thrusters, and the big thrust-vectoring skirt underneath were all separate pieces too.

*The real windows are actually really small/narrow rectangles that I didn't bother with at this scale. I realize the 5-sided panel is not actually a giant mech-sized window but I like the way it looks anyway

Egg.

I couldn't imagine actually making this at true scale. I for one do not feel like taking the time and space to paint/store something that big.

Props to Vertecg for modeling it, the link once again is here: https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:5748287