#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,,,,,,

[theurbanmechcomesforthee]

a union class dropship is a dragon to me

and its kobolds? urbanmechs

[c-billbaby]

Floating in the debris field of a shattered moon the Money Maker looked for all the galaxy like a derelict wreck, perhaps the victim of one of the endless wars that had burned the Inner Sphere to ash over and over for centuries. The hull of the Union class dropship was carbon scored and pockmarked with impact craters, the obvious victim of hard fighting and long exposure to the trials and travails of space travel. In the darkness exposed wires sometimes sparked against each other sending bright flashes of light into the void.

It was these flashes in the night which drew attention to the old war machine. It was easy to assume it had gone decades or more undetected amidst the heavy metal deposits of the scattered remnants of the moon until a shorting wire lit out like an electric lighthouse to the eternal denizen of the Inner Sphere.

Scavengers.

The spotlights of the Volcano lit the darkness white and cast the Money Maker into stark contrasts of chipped paint, shadow, and ruin. The much larger Outpost class dropship was the opposite of the ruined Union. Blazing fresh orange paint covered every surface and the emblem of Clan Hell’s Horses, a stallion’s head with flaming mane, proudly looked down upon the wreckage ahead as with tiny busta of its thrusters it maneuvered through the maze of stone around it.

It was truly a machine of war, bristling with weapons, its bays designed for BattleMechs and Combat Vehicles stripped bare in preparation for the meal of technology it was about to tear from the bloated carcass of the Money Maker. Its spotlights continued to caress the slowly spinning ruin until they came upon a protrusion from the armored shell that stood cancerous upon its surface.

Lashed down with ferro fibrous cable it clung to the surface of the Money Maker black and gleaming like a spider in its web. What at first seemed to be monstrous hollow eyes inbedded in a metal carapace soon revealed themselves to me the muzzles of massive cannons. The Fenris BattleMech powered upb fusion engine thrumming to life as the twin heavy gauss rifles in its chest rose, adjusted, then fired with deadly accuracy.

A pair of quarter ton tungsten slugs slammed into the cargo loading doors of the Volcano at hypersonic speed and tore it completely from the hinges. Technicians, engineers, and crew were ripped into the void, their screams both surprised and silent. From the far, dark side of the Money Maker a half dozen shadows crawled across its skin, then lit in flame and fire as the battle armor’s jump jets sent them racing towards the breach.

Across the radio channels came the cry of the Money Maker’s mistress, Gemma Orlais in her suit of power armor leading the charge. “Let ‘er have it lads! But don't break me new ship!” Then space was alight with energy blasts, missiles, and explosive shells streaking from the supposed wreckage into the pristine clan machine.

[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.

[she-who-paints-with-fire]

AZURE STAR

Over seven thousand coffins. Four thousand allies and three thousand enemies dead, not mentioning drone systems.

Karateka's bionic arm whirred quietly as she took to the small podium she'd been offered, in front of the survivors of what was quickly becoming known as the Charnel Crisis. As a holder of the Azure Star herself, she'd been offered the chance to speak at the ceremony being held for the dead.

She cleared her throat. Six thousand survivors stared back at her. Seven mechs, all GMS Everest [G]s, stood behind her.

"The Azure Star is awarded to all Union personnel in recognition of great sacrifice in the line of duty. Thirty years or more of service, the suffering of grievous injury that prevents the completion of one's service, or death in the line of duty. In this way, it is perhaps the ultimate honor; one that none aspire to but all achieve in time.

"Though the soldiers that perished here this day are not Union personnel, as Union allies, we see it fit and proper to honor their sacrifice with the Azure Star, in recognition of their deeds in fighting for the utopia we all strive for.

"I would not call it my honor to present this award, because honor assumes I would not exchange it in a moment to change the fates of the dead. I would call this my duty.

"As a combat medic, I understand the principles of triage. When time and supplies are limited medics must determine who has the highest chance of surviving and who has the greatest need. However, I am also a firm believer that one should always strive to save everyone. Thus, I'm torn. Should I feel happy that the number of dead isn't higher? Saddened that it's as high as it is?

"Ultimately, the conclusion I come to is this: all I can do is hope that, given the chance, they will say that they would do it again. That they would fight for utopia again."

Highground stepped forwards and barked out orders to the honor guard. "Present arms!"

A mech each from Team Angel, Team Coriolis, Team Wyvern, and Team Fortitude, alongside three mechs from CORSAIR's surviving squadrons, all raised their rifles forwards, in front of their mechs.

"Take aim!"

Each rifle swung upwards towards the sky at a forty-five degree angle, blank rounds loaded into their chambers.

"Fire!"

Crack!

Thunder, as the mechs approached. Special Operative Thomas Morro stared in horror at the oncoming tide of gleaming metal, and then watched as explosions rippled across enemy lines.

"Team Angel, responding to distress call."

Something jerked at the back of his carrying rig, and he was dimly aware of someone pulling him towards the shallow cover of a ditch with a small dirt berm.

"Come on, brother," someone told him, and he couldn't make out the face of his savior; just a dark shape against the sun. "Ain't nobody dyin' on my watch. Stay with me, brother. Stay awake. I got correctives. Stay awake. You gon' be okay."

Crack!

Hell. The world looked like Hell.

Flames licked at the ruins of her dropship as Sergeant Kaia Vim tried to keep from screaming, from crying, from making any sort of noise. It wasn't supposed to go like this. She wasn't supposed to go down like this. But her dropship had gone down from Bombard fire, so here she was, hiding in a gulley, trying to keep from breaking down and giving her position away to the subaltern kill-squads that she'd seen in the distance, and—

Someone dropped down in front of her and she froze like a deer in the headlights.

The newcomer was covered in mud-caked armor, with a glowing blue visor on their helmet. A patch Kaia didn't recognize was on their left shoulder. They offered her a hand; she scrabbled away in terror.

"Hey, hey now. Easy," the newcomer cooed. "I'm a friendly."

"Who are you?" Kaia hissed.

"Duneman, Team Wyvern, DoJ/HR. I'm here to help."

Crack!

"Everyone got hit with antiair fire the moment they passed Angels 2. We've got teams scattered across the valley and a much larger enemy force than expected, not to mention the radio jamming."

"Then our job is simple," Clover shrugged, her camo-cloak shimmering slightly as it adjusted to the movement. "Rally who we can on our way to the jammer and blow it up, then use this camp as a rally point."

"The simple things are always hard," Cowboy groused.

"Well, they don't call us to do the easy jobs," Vampire deadpanned, turning on her heel away from the medical tent and towards where her mech stood, powered off. "Come on. We've got a lot of ground to cover between us and that jammer."

Crack!

"Sundance to 2-4, what's your status?"

Nothing. Just radio static.

"2-4, report!"

Just more static. Sundance sighed a deep, mournful sigh. Another lost squad.

"Sundance to 2-3, give me a SITREP."

"Sundance, this is 2-3 Echo-3 Kilo!" The speaker was panicking, and it sent Sundance from mournful into crisis-control mode. "2-3 Actual is KIA! They're rolling us with a platoon of Pyros! Requesting Broken Arrow! Repeat, Broken Arrow!"

Sundance bit back a curse before replying. "Solid copy on Broken Arrow. It's been an honor. Out."

Broken Arrow. 'Bomb my position because the enemy is on top of me.'

She hung her head for the briefest moment, biting back yet more curses—at the order, at the situation, at herself, at the enemy, at everyone but the scared soldier trying to make his death mean something.

"Sundance to Shelldrake, stand by for fire mission."

"Shelldrake standing by for fire mission, out."

"Broken Arrow on grid Golf-Yankee 2-2-3-1-1-4..."

Karateka took a deep breath and ceded the podium as the 28-gun salute ended. She'd never been one for speeches anyway.

Her arm whirred as she rolled her shoulders and stepped back into the crowd.

[marigoldsandbluebonnets]

Stuff I’ve Scripted About the World

There is a comprehensive railway network and service across the United States and all over the world that is clean, frequent, reliable, affordable, passenger rail

Railway stations are easy to traverse, accessible, and filled with restaurants and shopping centers as well as being located well in cities

All public transport is beautiful, clean, comfortable, spacious, reliable, frequent, safe, and affordable

There is little to no air, sound, light, or chemical pollution

Things are made better and out of higher quality materials without planned obsolescence

Things are built to last

There is more unique beautiful architecture, clothing, food, and culture in different places

Places have more unique strong cultural identities with food, architecture, fashion, etc

The world is safer and cleaner

There are lots of native trees and wildflowers around cities and suburbs

There are clean, free, well maintained, beautiful public restrooms everywhere in cities and suburbs

There are clean, free, well maintained, beautiful water fountains and bottled water fillers everywhere in cities and suburbs

There are lots of clean, free or affordable, well maintained, beautiful third spaces like libraries, cafes, restaurants, bars, theaters, rec centers, maker spaces, parks, museums, etc

There is less crime and danger overall

There is less retail theft and unruly behavior

People don’t litter and the environment is clean

New York is similar to Amsterdam in cycling infrastructure and how it tackles cars

Biking pathways are safe, well built, separate from cars, clean, well maintained, well lit and tree lined, and are comprehensive across the world

There are protected bike lanes that are well maintained and have access to public transportation

There are bike sharing programs available as well as workplace showers

There is comprehensive bike parking around different areas and in cities having bike parking garages

There is very little stealing of bikes and they are always returned to their owners

Within many workplaces there are well made, beautiful, clean, well maintained bathrooms with showers

Unions are common among many fields and professions

Climate change and global warming are not an issue and temperatures are naturally cooler by 10 degrees Fahrenheit and this only improves agricultural productivity, harvests, and the environment with animals

Agriculture has less monocultures and more variety

There are more trees and different types of trees

Deforestation isn’t an issue

There are more fruits, vegetables, algae, spices, herbs, edible flowers, grains, nuts, seeds, fungi, and proteins

There is more access to unique new fruits, vegetables, algae, spices, herbs, edible flowers, grains, nuts, seeds, fungi, and proteins

It is easier to cultivate many mushrooms and other crops that are usually only foraged

Grocery stores have more interesting types of foods especially local produce and varieties

There are more small local grocery stores that sell curated products from the local areas

There are more small specialty grocery shops like cheese mongers, butchers, fishmongers, ice creameries, dairy creameries, chocolate shops, sweets shops, bakeries, spice shops, delis, coffee shops, tea shops, mushroom shops, ferment & vinegar stores, and fruit or vegetable markets with vegan versions of these shops as well

There’s a drastic decrease in the number of natural disasters

There is less war

Homelessness is not an issue and the government has proper housing

Etsy, Ren fairs, and Festivals are filled with unique handmade goods from small businesses and there is no dropshipping

There are more small unique businesses and restaurants everywhere

Society uses land a lot more efficiently

Website and book bans aren’t an issue

There isn’t an issue with species going extinct

We can reuse and recycle all trash

There is better sorting for waste and recycling

We compost almost all food waste

There is almost no pollution

There is very little textile pollution

Things are much more circular in the economy

Rivers and springs are clean

Trash is properly restored, reused, and recycled

Almost everything that goes for recycling gets recycled or reused

We can properly recycle clothes and separate textiles with multiple fibers

More clothes are high quality and made from natural materials

Everything is higher quality

There is no planned obsolescence, things are made to last

We utilize clean energy

There are proper social safety nets

There are bike lanes everywhere

Periods don’t exist for human women

Pregnancies are even safer

Babies have less of a chance of being born disabled

There is less robbery

AI is not overtaking the internet

AI imagery doesn’t overtake social media platforms like Pinterest, instagram, Reddit, ao3, YouTube, TikTok, etc

Art is more appreciated

Britain never left the EU through Brexit

There are much better, healthier, delicious, affordable vegan alternatives and options in stores and restaurants

Vegan options are more affordable

It is much easier to accommodate dietary restrictions

People have less allergies

There are less unhealthy highly processed foods

Medical treatments are extremely affordable and advanced

Scar treatments are much better

Everything is more accessible

We are able to have nice things, people don’t destroy the world unnecessarily

Tipping is not a requirement at places

People are all paid fairly and a living wage

Universities are affordable, accessible, beautiful, provide independence, and teach extremely well all over the world

People all over the world have access to education that is well made, factually accurate, and clean

Pinterest is a better platform where it doesn’t focus so much on shopping items and it doesn’t have a bunch of ai images and scams

Private Equity doesn’t buy everything and ruin it all

Gay marriage is legal around the world

[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

[doolallymagpie]

you know what, you shouldn't stress over combined-arms DropShips anyway because that's dumb, so I'm giving up on figuring out bay space allocation for the infantry on House Bergstrom-Martel's Union

it's "enough for a respectable house militia unit", and fuck you if you want to see the actual bay allocations for their foot, motorized, and mechanized units

a ship that size, if you strip out all but four 'Mech bays, should reasonably have enough space for a bunch of troopers and some IFVs, and I shouldn't have to know to the ton how many are going in there

[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.

[kasperl-ruprecht]

[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)