Stuart's Spartans: Devil's Wrath Part 2

Author's note: again, I don't own anything aside from original characters, behavior, and plot…anything else I borrowed and do not own…especially any references to other shows that may pop up, repeatedly…

Rated T for violence and language…you have been forewarned.

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Overlooking the town of Bakersfield,
Planet: Devil's Rock
May 20, 3058

It had been four days of quiet, patrols, and waiting. Since the capture of Bakersfield and the other objectives on the 16th and 17th, there had been no reports of Marik troop activity in the Southern Hemisphere. Interviewing inhabitants of Bakersfield hadn't revealed anything. Most people had fled the settlement after the assault on the 16th. Witnessing an assault on their land and knowing that Marik retaliation was highly likely was enough incentive for all who could to flee.

With the Shadow Lancers having achieved their objective on the 17th and the continued deadlock in the north, Davion command had seen fit to pull the Arcani Guards to help the 4th RCT in the assault on Forrest City. With the departure of the mobile reserve, the dropships had been moved to support their respective units. The Pride of Sparta now sat proudly on the top of the Spartans' fortress hill, looking down upon the open plains. Once the Pride had touched down, the company's techs had wasted no time in securing what salvage they could. Currently, what was left of both Lineholders, the upper half of a Cicada, and an empty LRM carrier sat strapped in the cargo hold, unusable without additional parts, ammunition, or crews. The captured LRM crew and the pilot of the Cicada were now making use of the Pride's brig and armed guards.

True to expectations, Dani, the company's chief tech, had cuffed Jacob 'Ice' Olsen over the back of the head for the damage to his Devastator's armor, but being the tech she is, fixed it anyway. Dan 'Caboose' Kastor hadn't escaped her wrath either. Neither had the crew of Scimitar B-3, the craft that had had its engine compartment gutted during the assault on the hill. It was quite humorous to see Caboose and the Scimitar crew cowering before Dani's temper. She had thrown a string of epitaphs at them that would have made any seasoned military veteran blanch and seek cover. It had been a laugh for the rest of the company…until Dani had turned her glare on the spectators and sent them scurrying.

Currently, all of the company's assets were up and running, with a patrol out every few hours to make sure Marik was keeping his head low. There was always a pair of mechs on guard duty, and the dropship crew was on standby ready to go to battle-stations within five minutes of first warning.

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Jake was walking down the hallway of the Pride towards his quarters when he was grabbed and pulled inside Frank's office. "What's the word, Frank?" "Not good, Jake, not good at all. Seems that Marik launched a counter-offensive this morning. The 4th RTC and the Arcani's are being hit hard and being pushed back. They identified the additional Marik unit aside from the 3rd Guards. It would appear that the 6th Oriente Hussars managed to sneak on planet and hide themselves until now. The 4th is taking moderate casualties, but their armor and infantry regiments are being hit hard. We'll be on our own unless they can throw back the Free Worlders."

Frank continued, "Restless Soul scouts have reported multiple radar contacts, but no sightings yet. I would expect that they'll have their hands full. Our mercenary liaison officer and the Lancers still haven't seen any activity, but locals have told them there's been at least a company of mechs and armor in their area within the past month, though they're not sure what unit. The hive has been shaken, it's just a matter of time to see whether they'll swarm or not."

"That is kinda disturbing, Frank. There any chance of getting the liaison or the Lancers to give us a fly-by to scout out the area?" "I'm not sure, but I'll look into it, Jake. It'd certainly make me feel better too. You better get going though, you're turn for guard duty is up and you wouldn't want to make Grogg wait too long, would you?" Jake shuddered at the memory of the prank Grogg pulled on him last time he had tried the man's patience for being late relieving him of shift. "Yeah, I should get going. Hit me up if any news comes back about that fly-by."

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It was now 6:00 pm and Ice was on guard in his mech. Frog and Raven were out on patrol and all appeared quiet. The comm. channel crackled on. "Ice, it's Skipper. I'm patching through the battalion comm. channel to you. '…I repeat, this is Restless Souls to Battalion Command. We are under attack by Marik forces; at least battalion strength of battlemechs. We're holding for the moment, but we need assistance…'" Frank came back on the line "If they do pull back they'll likely head here. Get a second patrol out and keep both eyes open. I'll keep trying to reach battalion command, they aren't responding."

"Gotcha Skipper. Caboose, where you at?" "Ice, what are you babbling on about now?" came a yawned response over the channel. "Dangit Caboose, what have we told you about sleeping in the tanks?" "Who said anything about sleeping IN the tanks?" Ice turned his mech to the side and peered back towards the 95 ton Alacorn Mk VI tank that Caboose loved more than any of the females Ice had ever seen him chase after. The tank was parked to the side of the ramp leading up to the Pride's mechbay. Caboose was lounging on a beach chair on top of the tank, in shorts, a bright green Hawaiian shirt, and a wide-brimmed hat over his headset, drinking a can of beer. "Kastor, you're supposed to be on guard duty, not having a day at the beach." "Oh but I am guarding, Ice. I'm guarding against monotony and sunburn! Even put on SPF 30!" "Fine then, get your Challenger to pull a double-shift. Get the Scimitars out on patrol to the northeast. There're reports of Marik forces attacking the Restless Souls out that way." "You got it chief."

Ice flipped frequencies. "Frog, Raven. Where are you two at in your patrol route?" "We're just hitting the end of the route to the south, Ice." "Alright, I know you two have been on patrol for awhile, but I need you to re-sweep from the east to the north of base. There's report of Marik activity and we don't know if any are local. Check in every 10." "Roger, Ice. Raven out."

Not more than 20 minutes later there came a panicked call over comms. "Ice, Skipper, anyone, it's Frog! Contact made with Marik forces due east. They're coming out of the mines! Two lances, mediums and heavies. SHIT! That was close! Looks to be at least another company coming in from further east, probably heavies and assaults. They jumped on us as we passed by. Raven's still up, but they shot her comm. antenna and she can only get LOS reception. We're inbound, ETA 4 minutes."

Ice snapped into action "Skipper, start'er up. Captain Rowland, battle-stations, we have incoming. Caboose, get those Scimitars back here, we'll need all the firepower we can get. Lock and load people!" He then flipped over to the lance frequency. "Grogg, to the line." "You got it bro, bring'em on!"

Moments later Frog and Raven came sprinting across the plain and up the hill towards the dropship and the safety of its guns. The rest of the company was slowly forming up behind the low trenches that the local FWL loyalist militia had dug. Pursuit, however, did not follow.

In the distance, just inside visual range, the Spartans could see the FWL mechs assembling for the inevitable attack; and attack they did. Five lances of medium to assault class mechs began to march across the field. A fire-support lance, consisting of a Bombardier, a Catapult, and a pair of Archers, held back from the main group and began to volley missiles towards their hilltop objective. The Pride responded in kind, focusing its batteries of LRMs towards the oncoming targets, not enough to bring any mechs down at extreme range, but enough to spread some damage amongst the attackers.

Undeterred by the return fire, the other four lances of mechs continued their push towards the cover of Bakersfield. As they entered the extreme edge of effective targeting range, Ice dropped his crosshairs over an advancing Hoplite. With only an LBX-10 and an LRM-5, the Hoplite wouldn't be an effective ranged fighter, but the LBX could do significant damage if it got close. Ice brought up his magnification and thumbed over to his pair of PPCs and fired. The azure beams sped across the distance to the Marik mech and gouged two large scars across its torso.

With a silvery flash a trio of gauss slugs impacted the damaged Hoplite. One sheered its left arm clean off, another shattered armor off the mech's left leg, and the third exploited a scar left by Ice's PPCs and crashed into the Hoplite's interior, apparently hitting the LRM-5 ammunition bay, creating an explosion that spun the mech to the ground. "Thanks Caboose" called Ice. "Just trying to have some fun since I can't complete my tan or my beer" came the reply.

The attackers were fighting back just as fiercely, though. Taking a quick glance at his lance-mates, Ice saw missile damage and scorch marks on most of them. The quick respite was short lived as a flight of missiles from the Catapult found his mech and left a trail of dents and pock-marks in Ice's torso armor. Unable to do anything about the missile-boats, Ice turned his attention to the Warhammer that was currently using its range advantage to attempt to breach Grogg's armor and put down his Cestus. Toggling for his PPCs and gauss rifles, Ice pulled the trigger and felt the cockpit temperature spike a few degrees. One PPC speared through the Warhammer's shoulder mounted searchlight as the other splashed dangerously close to the mech's cockpit; one gauss slug lodged itself in the mech's right shoulder and the other missed wide. A reload wasn't necessary as Grogg's gauss rifle put a shot right into the cockpit and a joyous "BOOM! Headshot!" rang over the comm. channel.

It was still impossible to make out and unit insignia on the attackers, but that hadn't stopped them from making their presence known. So far the Spartans were doing well. Two attackers were down, though all of Thunder Lance had taken some damage. Raven and her light lance had avoided the fire-zone because of their low tonnage and short-ranged weapons. The Pride and the Marik missile lance were now hammering away at each other, thankfully taking the pressure off of the defending Spartans. There were still 14 mechs coming at them though, and most had made it to the shelter of Bakersfield without significant damage.

For a brief moment, it was quiet except for the ongoing missile duel. It wasn't to last. With a renewed vengeance the Marik attackers swarmed out of Bakersfield and up the hill. Ice found himself being rocked by gauss and laser fire from a closing Tempest. Now only a few hundred meters away, the Tempest rose on its jumpjets like an avenging angel, spiting out destruction from a trio of medium lasers and a large pulse laser, sending streams of molten armor running off the Devastator's torso and legs. Ice snapped off a full alpha strike at his target and yellow-lining his heat curve. All of his shots hit, piercing deep into the mech's left torso and taking off the left leg at the kneecap. Off balance and out of control, the Tempest landed hard on its side and came to a rest on its back only 40 meters in front of Ice, who calmly pointed a reloading gauss rifle at the mech's head and popped a hypersonic nickel-ferrous slug into the cockpit.

As Ice was offing the Tempest's pilot, he noticed a faint insignia on the mech's upper torso. It was unmistakable. "Skipper, these guys are Marik's own…we've got Knights of the Inner Sphere on our hands. Expect no mercy." The Knights were some of the best pilots the Free Worlds League had to offer. Only the best, or the luckiest, made it through the selection and training process and the Knights answered personally to Thomas Marik himself. They were some of the best shock troops that House Marik had to offer and were famed for their fanatic dedication for achieving their objectives…and the fanatics were swarming the hill.

Grogg's Cestus already had breaches in its armor. The arm housing Mobius' PPC hung useless. Raven's Centurion was moving drunkenly, suffering from a gyro shot. Skipper's Nightstar and Ice's own Devastator were starting to show their damage as myomer and internal skeleton were visible in a few locations. Captain Rowland, captain of the Pride came on the channel and warned of another company of mechs coming in over the plain.

A 60 ton Ostroc suddenly rammed into Ice's Devastator, blindsiding the mech and knocking it to the ground and firing its quartet of lasers and SRMs into Ice's side torso, making one of his PPCs wink out as something critical was hit. Without warning the Ostroc was engulfed in flames. Its pilot, startled by his or her mech bursting into flames, began to back up, only to have a pair of Firestarters land on top of the mech and jump off, one right after the other, crushing the cockpit and killing the pilot with their duel DFA (death from above).

Ice managed to pull his mech to its feet just in time to see Frog take an alpha from a 100 ton King Crab he had been running circles around. The assault-mech's large laser and pair of AC20s tore the leg right off of Frog's small 25 ton Dart, sending the light-mech into a slide that pinned it up against the hull of the Pride. "Frog is down! Frog is down!" screamed Ice as he lumbered towards the lethal Star-League era mech that outclassed anything the Spartans had save their Devastator and Nightstar.

Grogg too heard the call 'Frog is down' and sprinted his battered Cestus past Ice. Ice watched as his lance-mate slipped past Mobius, who was pouring fire into the King Crab disregarding his heat curve. The Cestus let loose with its two large lasers and pair of medium lasers and crashed into the assault-mech. Using his mech's hand units, Grogg started to punch at the King Crab's torso, shattering armor and leaving holes in the mech's torso. Having let off anger upon his target, Grogg proceeded to fire his gauss rifle into an opening, hitting the reactor and causing the King Crab to automatically shut down before it exploded.

Snapping off a pair of Gauss slugs at an Atlas, Ice saw Raven punch out as her Centurion exploded in a small nuclear fireball, taking a Nightsky with it. Even with the firepower of the Pride, the Spartans were getting hammered. Ice could see the new company of Knights emerging from Bakersfield. A trio of PPCs shot past Ice's cockpit, slamming into the turret of the company's Challenger X MBT, punching through the armor and killing the turret crew. Ice quickly turned and shot off both gauss and his remaining PPC at the offending Awesome, scoring hits, but doing little more than chipping away at the levels of armor that nearly matched his own Devastator when undamaged. Firing off his medium lasers, Ice braced for a return volley that never came.

The Awesome in front of him disintegrated as it was impaled by energy beams and swarms of missiles. A loud crackle of static came over Ice's headset, but then he heard "Spartans, this is Captain 'Rommy' Witters of the Restless Souls. Mind if we drop on in?" Skipper replied "Feel free Captain, we could use a bit of help down here whenever you get a moment."

Under the veritable storm of covering fire, a battered Pentagon-class dropship touched down on the hilltop alongside the Pride. From its mechbay emerged five charred and damaged battlemechs and a pair of armored vehicles, led by a one-armed Berserker wielding its large titanium axe. Behind the large assault mech came an Orion, Gallowglas, Grasshopper, Cataphract, as well as a Rommel tank, and a Hetzer Assault Gun.

The battle-torn remnants of the Restless Souls charged into the fray, spraying fire into the mass of FWL mechs that continued to pour onto the hilltop. The Berserker, piloted by Captain Witters, smashed its giant axe into a FWL Caesar, nearly cutting it in half. Pulling her weapon free of the carnage, 'Rommy' Witters continued into the center of the fight, followed closely by her compatriots.

Ice was in trouble, most of his armor was gone and he was starting to run low on Gauss ammunition. No matter how many the Spartans put down, and despite the losses incurred from the combined fire of the dropships, they kept coming in waves. The Atlas he had seen earlier had seen fit to turn its sights on what was left of Ice's mech. Whoever was piloting that mech had already seen fit to dispose of the Spartan's returning hovercraft, which lay as smoldering wreckage amongst the carcasses of mechs.

Lashing out with his remaining PPC and his lasers, Ice managed to gouge a chuck from the Atlas's torso. The return fire slammed into his mech, slicing off the right arm and the Gauss Rifle it housed. Unbalanced by the loss of the limb and so much armor, the Devastator tumbled to the ground. Pulse lasers continued to eat away at the mech's armor and internals. As Ice watched on in amazement, as the Restless Souls' Orion, interposed itself between Ice and the Atlas. Using this respite, Ice was able to regain his footing, just in time to see his guardian receive one of the Atlas's fists right through his view-screen, killing him instantly. As the Orion crumpled to the ground without its pilot, Ice squeezed off an alpha and hit the override button in response to hearing an automatic shutdown warning. He saw the shots dig into the mech's torso, but not enough to put it down. Almost in slow motion, a large axe burst out the front of what would be the Atlas's neck, sending the skull-head and its pilot tumbling off the mech's body to the ground. "Thanks Rommy, I owe you a drink for that" muttered Ice into his microphone.

"Nex, get on that Marauder" came a call from Rommy as she was rocked by said mech's PPCs and autocannon. In response a 70 Grasshopper lifted up on its jumjets towards the called target. As Nex was coming down from his leap, Caboose fired off all three gauss rifles at the offending Marauder, right through the piece of air that Nex's jump had just landed him in. The rounds impacted Nex's rear torso, tearing through thin armor. Ice actually saw one of the rounds pass through where the reactor would be and exit out the front of the Grasshopper, impacting the Marauder's torso just as Nex's mech disintegrated, knocking over the Marik mech and stripping it of much of its armor protection. "Caboose! You shot Nex, you team-killing fucktard!" came a call over comms.

Taking out the Marauder, Ice saw an Axman put its hatchet into the chest of Mobius' Caesar and send him to the ground with a point-blank shot by its LBX 20. The Axman was sent tumbling to the ground under a rain of fire from the dropships before Ice could react. With disbelief, Ice saw Caboose pop the hatch on top of the Alacorn's turret and take a look around. Ironically, the crazy stunt in the middle of a combat zone probably saved his life. A 100 ton Imp hit the turret with its pair of PPCs and large laser, burning through to the interior and killing the two other crewmen manning the guns. The rush of superheated air actually flung Caboose through the hatch and at least 5 meters into the air, before the Hawaiian shirt clad tanker hit the ground next to his beloved tank with an audible "Oof". He could see Caboose slowly pull himself to his knees, take a look at his beloved tank and scream "SHEILA! NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Moments later, almost as quickly as they had come, the Knights of the Inner Sphere retreated down the hill and across the plain, out of weapon range and into the safety of the outlying hills and ridges. On the battlefield, they left almost half a battalion of their own downed mechs, but not before almost destroying the remnants of the Spartans and the Restless Souls. The Spartan's entire lance of armor was destroyed or knocked out of combat. Frog's Dart was down and his status was unknown, Raven's Centurion had blown up, Mobius's Caesar was laying on the ground unmoving, and Skippers Nightstar was still standing but unmoving and silent after taking a laser hit to the cockpit in the final moments of the fight. The Restless Souls had lost two of their mechs and the Hetzer Assault Gun. The only thing that had saved the remnants of both commands had been the constant and lethal firepower of both dropships. Any mechs or vehicles still standing or capable of fighting had taken severe damage, and it was unlikely Dani would be able to get even a quarter of the survivors up and running at even a sub-par level before Marik came again.

"Grogg, take watch. I'm dismounting to see what happened to Skipper and to talk with the Souls." "Roger that Ice." Parking his Devastator in the Pride's hanger, Ice climbed down the gantry and walked over to Dani. "Dani, do whatever you can to slap as much armor as possible back on any mechs still walking. Get your salvage crews out A.S.A.P. and gather anything that looks good. If a mech looks salvageable and if they have time, haul it in here and strap it down. I'm not sure how much we can fix on ours and we'll probably need replacements." Nodding in acknowledgment, Dani rushed off to supervise repairs.

Exiting the Pride's bay, Ice saw Skipper being rushed inside on a stretcher, still alive, but unconscious, burned, and missing his left arm. Caboose was still crying next to his tank. "It's going to be ok Caboose, she's still drivable and Dani will fix her up personally." Still sniffling, Caboose replied "She was my friend, Ice. She was my friend…" "I understand Caboose. Why don't you personally see to it she gets strapped into a repair bay so that she doesn't get left behind when we get out of here. Get someone to move what's left of the Challenger inside too, I think we can salvage it."

"Frog's still alive! Someone help me get him out of here!" came a cry. Grogg, hearing the news, used the hand actuators on his battered Cestus to move the legged Dart away from the dropship hull, allowing a bruised and bloodied Frog to crawl out the shattered view-screen. "Are you alright, Frog-o?" called Ice. "I think I cracked a few ribs when I hit the Pride, but other than that I'm fine, Jake." "Alright guy. Get patched up and do what you can to help our esteemed 'dumpster divers'" said Ice, referring to the salvage crews.

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Jacob (Ice) was sitting slouched over his desk when there came a knock on the door. "Enter." In walked 'Rommy' Witters of the Restless Souls. "Captain Olsen, I am Captain Witters, current ranking officer of the Restless Souls." "Please Captain, call me Jake. Us Spartans tend to avoid the use of rank unless it's a formal ceremony or a serious occasion." "Very well, if we're being informal then call me Leslie. I'm here to discus our 'situation' if you will." "Well our situation doesn't look good here, even with your help. The Spartans have enough pilots for our mechs, but we don't have enough mechs for our pilots, and the ones we do have are barely functional after that last attack. Long range communications have been jammed and Merc Command can't be reached so we can't call on the Lancers or the 4th RCT for any help…not that that help would be able to save us. What happened to your command anyway?"

"Marik swarmed the factory with a full battalion, just like they did here. Two waves from three different directions. Unlike here we didn't have any help from the terrain and it was slaughter. Major Steele and Captain McCray went down early. I'm the ranking remaining officer. We took out maybe 5 or 6 mechs, but almost the whole battalion was heavies and assaults. We were able to push them back enough to get some breathing room, got on the dropships as fast as we could, and got the hell out of there. They managed to shoot down our other dropship with a pair each of mechs and vehicles. What we got here with and what I have now are all that's left of the Restless Souls."

"In that case it's best to get your techs out and scavenge what they can. They'll be coming again and we won't be able to hold." "True, we probably won't. But until we're off this rock, what's left of the Souls will follow your lead Jake." Leslie silenced the protest. "You have the larger remaining command, this is your hill, and you've had more combat experience than I have, I've read your file. Who knows, I'm not even sure if the Souls will be around after this operation, and if we are we won't have the strength to get any favorable contracts. Depending on how this turns out perhaps we can work out an agreement that's beneficial for both of us" she said with a laugh…"

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Devil's Rock

Bakersfield

May 21st, 3058

0715 hrs

The techs for the remains of both units had worked nonstop all night to restore what machinery and weaponry they could. Salvage crews pulled double shifts pulling weapons, ammunition, and the remains of mechs into the bays of the Pride of Sparta and the Chupacabra, the Pentagon-class dropship belonging to the Restless Souls. Grogg and his Cestus had even been enlisted to pull pieces and mechs too large for the salvage tracks alone. It had been a long and sleepless night.

Over the course of the night, the lance of support mechs had appeared at the edge of their range and lobbed a few scores of missiles at the hilltop every few hours. They disrupted salvage, and denied sleep to weary mech-jocks. Marik's Knights of the Inner Sphere were assembling again. The remains of the battalion from yesterday's attack could be seen as could almost a complete additional battalion, obviously the group that had attacked the Restless Souls, due to the battle damage that showed on some of their machines.

"Dani, get the salvage crews into the Pride, they're getting ready to come our way again" called Ice over the external speakers on his mech. "Rommy, it's Ice. Get all your people ready, they're getting ready to come out again." The salvage crews dropped whatever they were doing and rushed to tie down their last pieces of salvage before scrambling into the pair of awaiting dropships. Making sure that all of crews were inside, Ice backed his Devastator up the ramp and into the Pride's bay, raising his mech's remaining arm in salute to the advancing Marik forces as missiles began to rain on the hilltop.

With a resounding clang, the bay doors slid shut as Ice backed his battered Devastator into the gantry that would secure it for transit. A loud roar marked the ignition of the main engines and a pair of dropships rose majestically on pillars of flame towards the safety of outer space…

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Introduced Restless Souls:

Mechs/Pilots:

Captain: Leslie 'Rommy' Witter
BRZ-A3 Berserker Mass: 100 tons
Tech Base: Inner Sphere
Class: Assault
Chassis: Defiance Berserker
Power Plant: Pitban 400 XL
Cruising Speed: 43.2 kph
Maximum Speed:
64.8 kph
(w/MASC) 86 kph
Armor: Durallex Special Heavy
Armament:
1 Defiance 1001 ER PPC
1 MainFire Point Defense Anti-Missile System
2 Sutel Precision Line Large Pulse Lasers
1 Zippo Flamer
Manufacturer: Defiance Industries
Factory: Hesperus II
Communications System: Neil 9000 with Guardian Electronic Countermeasures
Targeting and Tracking System: Angst Clear View 2A

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Steven 'Nexarim' Akamatsu
GAL-1GLS Gallowglas Mass: 70 tons
Tech Base: Inner Sphere
Class: Heavy
Chassis: BLKWL-52gls
Power Plant: Vox 280
Cruising Speed: 43 kph
Maximum Speed: 65 kph
Jump Jets: Geotec 300
Jump Capacity: 90m
Armor: Valiant Lamellor
Armament:
2 Magna Quasar Medium Pulse Lasers
1 Magna Starglow Small Laser
2 Sunglow Large Lasers
1 Tiegart Magnum PPC (ER)
Manufacturer: Blackwell Heavy Industries
Factory: Outreach
Communications System: Dalban Micronics
Targeting and Tracking System: Dalban HiRez II

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Shaun 'Bear' Cooper GHR-5H Grasshopper
Mass: 70 tons
Tech Base: Inner Sphere
Class: Heavy
Chassis: Mingh z33/7
Power Plant: 280 VOX
Cruising Speed: 43.2 kph
Maximum Speed: 64.8 kph
Jump Jets: Leviathon Lifters
Jump Capacity: 120m
Armor: Durallex Heavy
Armament:
1 Diplan HD Heavy Laser
4 Diplan M3 Medium Lasers
1 Conan/S LRM-5
Manufacturer: Lantren Corporation
Communications System: Allet-C308
Targeting and Tracking System: Allet-T11

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CTF-3D Cataphract
Mass: 70 tons
Tech Base: Inner Sphere
Class: Heavy
Chassis: Earthwerk CTF
Power Plant: General Motors 280 Extralight
Cruising Speed: 43.2 kph
Maximum Speed: 64.8 kph
Jump Jets: HildCo Model 12
Jump Capacity: 120m
Armor: Kallon Royalstar with CASE
Armament:
1 Mydron Excel LB 10-X Autocannon
1 General Motors Nova-5 Autocannon
4 Intek Medium Lasers
Manufacturer: Earthwerks Incorporated
Factory: Tikonov
Communications System: CommuTech Multi-Channel 10
Targeting and Tracking System: BlazeFire Sightlock

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ON1-K Orion
Mass: 75 tons
Tech Base: Inner Sphere
Class: Heavy
Chassis: KaliYama Chassis
Power Plant: Vlar 300
Cruising Speed: 43.2 kph
Maximum Speed: 64.8 kph
Armor: Valliant Lamellor
Armament:
1 KaliYama Class 10 Autocannon
1 KaliYama Death Bloom Missile System
2 I.W.W. Medium Lasers
1 I.W.W. Class 4 S.R. Missile System
Manufacturer: KaliYama Weapons Industries of Kalidasa
Communications System: Irian Orator-5K
Targeting and Tracking System: Wasat Aggressor Type 5