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Captain Church and Lieutenant Rondema have given up asking where he gets the items that he procures; the fact that they are always desperately needed and always in short supply, more than offset any lingering concerns over the legality of his actions.

Although he is a fine MechWarrior, Max does not buy into most of the idiosyncrasies of his comrades. Systems have a habit of failing at inopportune moments and the Widow technicians cannot identify why. Simple: find the bad guys, shoot them. As part of a small detachment that accompanied the Wolf in-Exile rescue force to Outreach, Wyatt fought against the Word of Blake outside of Harlech to help buy the depleted warriors of Gamma Brigade time to escape.

During the retreat he was surrounded and his Verfolger destroyed as he ejected. While the rest of the Hounds and Wolves were escaping, however, Wyatt was hiding from Word of Blake patrols. In the end, he was marooned on Outreach. As a non-Dragoon he was suspected by the predominantly Clan-adoptee Elemental Cluster but soon earned his place and a captured Wolfhound.

After Tara Lucas assumed command, Wyatt was officially brought into the Dragoons and offered a lance command in her Ghosts. His lance was the lead unit supporting the Widows while they drew the bulk of the Widowmakers away from the admin center.

Afterward, Stacy Church personally requested that he join the Widows as a lance commander. Wyatt struggled at the thought of trading away his much-repaired WLF-1 configuration machine that served him so well as part of the Ghosts.

Yet the prospect of new, more powerful technologies—especially the ECM Suite to combat Blakist C3 systems—swayed his decision; his time in the older configuration allowed him to easily adapt to the new, regardless of the years spent in a much heavier machine.

His sibko was called from Remus just before the first Word of Blake ground troops attacked, and he and his sibs drove their Chameleons right into the teeth of the attack.

Neil was the only member of his sibko to survive. After the withdrawals he ended up in the same resistance cell as Francine, operating out of the Ridges near Harlech. She is unique amongst her comrades in that she refused to be evacuated in with the rest of Gamma. Halle elected to remain behind and wage a one-woman war on the Word of Blake for eighteen months, only mixing with the other resistance groups when her Talon desperately needed repairs or she needed supplies.

A lifelong loner, Halle is the best scout in the Widows. She uses her Talon for heavy reconnaissance, often striking the first blow with her PPC before the enemy even knows she is there. She pairs often with Madison and his Locust, knowing that most enemies will expect to see a lightweight Locust on recon duty and stop looking for the deadly Talon. Even with these advantages, however, Halle is at her best when she operates alone.

Lieutenant Rolfe often allows her a great deal of latitude on the battlefield, where she can use her long gun to greatest effect. The Talon was captured when the Dragoons destroyed every trace of that treacherous unit under Condition Feral, and Halle came to drive it soon after Second Harlech. She keeps it in tip-top shape but is often away from maintenance.

He was a student at the Outreach Mercenary Training Command when First Harlech erupted, and he immediately joined with his classmates in defending the city against the mercenary assault. While not a Dragoon, he took his Locust and escaped into the Ridges while the Dragoons destroyed anything that refused to surrender. Stacy attached them as an auxiliary unit to her command and used them as a swift recon force.

The -6M configuration is the fastest BattleMech known to exist, and Russel pushes the machine for every erg of speed. The armor is always painted flat black and he has even had his technicians smooth every sharp edge off of the armor.

The focus lenses of the lasers are embedded more deeply in the armor casings than standard Locusts. Any tactic Russel can use to increase his speed is fair game in his book. Opacus units have distinct red slashes on their left sides. Venatori units have a single white stripe running down the left torso and leg. From the beginning, Apollyon wanted this group to be his own personal agents—representatives of his might and power.

They trained as a standard Light of Mankind unit on Terra; I remember them well, as they were the first Domini I had ever seen. They were remarkable—incredible reflexes, superior senses, and their fluidity with BattleMechs made the ancient myths of man merging with machine seem true.

They functioned just like every other LoM team under my care; the only difference was their selective seclusion. In fact, now that I think about those days, only the leader of the group—a beautiful woman called Avitue— spoke for the unit as a whole. Many across the Sphere—had they any idea—would wish other events had occurred, rather than the quiet edict that emanated from Mars.

On this date, the Opacus were spawned. And the Venatori came to hunt. Brought into existence by a simple verbal command, the formation of two small units that would encompass my destiny and design will stand tall among the Domini Order. By the Word of the Master, thus formed into flesh the terror of shadows, where I imagine even the Conclave would fear to tread. To represent their might and destiny, to mete out punishment upon those who would disbelieve.

My involvement with the Shadows and the Hunters was indirect at this point. Little did I know that I, a lowly Light of Mankind instructor—a trainer of the deadliest of men and women—would have such an impact upon these two units. My fate was bound to them from the beginning.

And I did not know. My true calling was in motion, and I did not even know. The phrase, diction, and even tense usage would be considered a corruption by many linguistic scholars—especially among the Cairo Librarian League.

Language always has the capacity to evolve. English is the obvious example here—over the course of nearly three thousand years, English alone has gone through at least five distinct periods the CLL would argue nine.

Latin and Greek are hardly considered candidates for linguistic evolution, unlike the Germanic and Chinese dictums. Precentor Manei Domini Apollyon has been known to utter such phrases during periods of high commands, usually as a closing order.

There is no way for him or his master to know we have this—our agent within the Domini laboratory on Mars is too good. We can use this information. In the meantime, I suggest we begin preparations to contact Precentor Marita, as she appears to be the weakest point in this whole unit.

Glowing eyes, hard wires, steel hands. No wonder Cirion removed himself from their presence at his earliest convenience. Their comments of the Opacus are amusing. They must have seen something, however, since Donner got Cirion to gather up the bulk of the Warriors and bolt the Federation. He unleashed the Shadows.

No Quarter The Warriors sent out several decoy parties as a distraction, attempting to throw off the scent. I guess he never found out that those teams had already been processed by Avitue.

They got lucky, taking down Germaine with a heavy MG to his faceplate. But in the end, they paid for it. Suffocating on vacuum, the Black Warriors died waiting for help that would never come. All of them, dead, save one. Michael Cirion was forced to watch his entire crew die.

Avitue left everything there, floating in space. A warning, she later told me. There were two decoy teams unaccounted for, and she wanted them to know beyond a doubt that they were dead men, eventually. I know it chafed her when they got the recall order shortly afterwards. But by this point, Apollyon had another crisis to deal with. So they packed up their lone prisoner—a gift for Precentor Apollyon, and proof of their success. Next stop: Jardine. The dark world of Precentor Manei Domini.

Jamais took the opportunity given to him by the Master to create a special elite unit answerable only to him. He was, quite simply, jealous of the attention given to both Apollyon and St. Jamais and did what he could to irritate his peers. Indeed, even after Tremonti died during the debacle on Caph, Cameron made sure his replacement was one of the newer Domini agents that had come through my LoM program.

Unlike Apollyon, St. Jamais used his Venatori specifically for one purpose after their creation: disrupting Wolfnet. Though most of these eliminations occurred in the shadows, occasionally a very graphic and very violent point was made to keep Wolfnet running scared. One such point I still remember today. Completely unsanctioned, too, but I must admit—it made the point rather well.

The Venatori penetrated Outreach in the spring of under their mercenary guise. By this time, they had hired additional troops to swell their ranks. Precentor Nihjo told me later they were intended as cannon fodder—which they were, since every single one of them died on Outreach during the Incident, guaranteeing the escape of the six Venatori. Recognizing the need to really challenge his Venatori before they failed catastrophically, St.

Jamais ordered the Hunters to the biggest meat grinder in the blossoming Protectorate. Unable to spare more troops at the moment, it was an easy decision to send the Hunters straight into the fire in order to put it out once and for all. Having spent the last several months infiltrating and taking down rebel cells in the Protectorate, it was a cakewalk to root out the two biggest sources of the guerilla campaign on Dieron.

During their twilight raid on a large base deep within an ancient forest, Nihjo and his Hunters bagged their biggest fish of the budding war: Hohiro Kurita. The silent message was clear to everyone. Dieron surrendered within the hour, and all major resistance ended. No bloodshed, no martyring of nobles.

Even if deserved. They did in less than a month what much of the Word Militia had failed to do in six. Opacus Venatori For the Opacus, rest was still a long way off.

A mercenary archeologist—Brooklyn Stevens—and her team had somehow stumbled upon the world. The mere fact they had dared step foot into the hallowed system was enough to earn them all a death mark.

Pleased with their earlier success, Apollyon led his Shadows after the hapless archeologist across much of League space, chasing down the fleeing mercenaries. Using every instinct, tactic and tool available to them, the Opacus drove to the grave every single member of that team until only Stevens remained. Undeterred, Avitue pulled out all the stops and regained the scent. Stevens—alone now, with no one left to save her—ran back into the League.

And straight into a trap perfectly laid by Apollyon. The threat to Jardine ended, Apollyon and his Opacus returned to Terra for other business. That business involved, in part, me. Dieron The black widow company When chaos erupted, the LoM operations came fast and furious. I know this firsthand, as I carried out three such operations in quick succession—New Home, Epsilon Eridani, and Keid. We had to act quickly, lest all the power bases that Blaine and Kernoff and others had cultivated among these unstable worlds crumbled from men seizing power that did not belong to them.

Many Frails would blanche at the killings I had to do, but it needed doing so the proper governments could reclaim power and and spare the populations from war. Eventually, the newly-christened Protectorate calmed, and the Venatori finally returned to Terra for rest. May of was my first encounter with Precentor Apollyon. Though at first I did not recognize the Opacus—by then, I had trained well over LoM troops—I was still impressed by their skills and demeanor.

Apollyon, having watched his Shadows in action, knew they needed more training, more time—they needed to be better than just an elite LoM team. They needed to be transcendent. That was where I came in. He offered me a promotion of sorts—to step away from ROM and the LoM and to relocate to Circinus, where I would be training not only the Opacus, but also soldiers new to the Order. Though I was classed as a Frail at that time, I was, simply put, the best of the best. All I had, I could train these next-generation warriors to be.

Even in mock combat, I could take any one of them down. Of course, by now I knew my opponent. Once you know your opponent, you know how not just to beat him, but to break him.

Really, I had no choice. I was born for this. The decision was easy. They scoured Harlech for the next two days, chasing down all kinds of false leads and rabbit trails. In the end, they had nothing. From that point on, Wolfnet operated on the defensive. Nihjo and his Hunters succeeded in the one mission where no other ROM team had ever before—they derailed Wolfnet.

The vaunted Dragoon intel agency was ripe to be picked. And picked they were. ROM smashed through the door the Venatori had opened for them and played with them like a gannet does a mouse. No wonder the Dragoons never saw the Incident coming; they were too busy looking over their shoulders for the Bloody Hand boogeyman. Jamais kept the Venatori busy throughout the summer before the Third Transfer. Major intel sweeps hit every world across the Chaos March, protecting our assets and eliminating the opposition.

Then, the breaking of the Prophecy occurred. Everything changed. Showdown In late , both elite units wound up on Terra.

As a matter of pride, both Avitue and Nihjo pitted their forces against each other in a series of training exercises. The rivalry grew intense between the two when Adept Hughes was killed after a Shootist misfired and decapitated his Highlander.

A day later, Adept Marks was severely wounded during combat exercises with Adept Morris. Displeased with the escalating violence, the Precentor Martial declared a moratorium on their training. Four days later, sour news arrived from Dieron. Hohiro Kurita had disappeared, rescued by apparent survivors of the Black Watch. Fusion On 21 January , exactly three years from his initial decree, the Master again took matters into his own hands.

I imagine the initial order threw both units into a state of shock, arrogance, and condemnation. The Opacus and the Venatori were to merge.

The Combine, a misguided ally of our Cause, whose painful throes were tearing the majestic nation apart. That mistake marked them. Thus, they would pay, one miserable soul at a time. Time of Trials In their initial test together, the Opacus Venatori was sent to Moore to help augment standard Militia forces. With full operational authority, Avitue and Nihjo planned and executed several missions that decapitated the opposing leadership.

While each and every mission was successful, the Militia failed in its duty and Moore did not fall. It was, however, obvious that the Shadow Hunters were not a cohesive unit. Each still operated as an individual, often ignoring or even opposing each other.

Unification was clearly an issue. Fortunately for them—and ultimately, for me—the Precentor Martial also saw this. After quick consultation with Apollyon, the two agreed that the Opacus Venatori needed serious work. They decided to break the unit down and rebuild it from the ground up.

I was given full control over the unit, though I was not assigned combat command. Apollyon later disclosed to me that he and St. Jamais did not see eye-to-eye on this—and Apollyon actually opposed my promotion. He still wanted me on Circinus to train the new troops—a project that was time-consuming. Additionally, I had only recently become augmented due to a horrific training accident that saw the fortunate replacement of my weak, fleshy left arm.

Nonetheless, it fell to me to rebuild the Shadow Hunters. Command was given to Precentor Artur Nihjo. Precentor Avitue was elevated to another command—the Forty-fourth Shadow Division. I retained most of the current members, replacing only three. One key change I instituted was that of cross-training. Every spare moment they had during those first three months, I had them in simulators for vehicles, aerospace fighters, BattleMechs and even battle armor. They needed to be better than any soldier in any army living or dead, including those of the vat-born Clans.

In essence, each Shadow Hunter was to be a pure weapon in and of themselves. Evil is in the nature of all mankind. It is integral to the flesh. It is thus that we willingly sacrifice our very flesh.

We trade the evil within us for the purity of technology, the cold, impartial perfection of the machine, yet retain enough to cling to our mission. We divorce ourselves from the senses and sins of the flesh—the petty desires of ego, lust, and vanity—yet we do not lose sight of their affect on others.

We embrace the visions of a brighter future—even if it is one our fellow man must be dragged toward, kicking and screaming. Some might call us monsters, in the same fashion as all weapons of war are seen as monstrous. But what we do is for the betterment of all. We accept this responsibility willingly, exchanging our very lives to the Master and his vision for a greater glory all might one day share.

Sursum corda. That is our legacy for the future. Opacus Venatori We become more than merely human, and far more than mere machines. We become tools of the Master, born in his image, awakened to his purpose, a purpose of pure, enlightened truth.

While the unit was preparing to hunt down their quarry, I met Adept Devon Cortland for the first time and gazed upon the Celestials he helped design. Beautiful machines. Precentor Nihjo latched quickly onto their scent, though he arrived a few days too late to capture them on Achernar. Nihjo instead rounded up several small guerilla cells that had popped up over the last few months and put together a very good picture of the enemy. ROM notified Nihjo of an incident that occurred in the Northwind system.

Rather than squelching the signal, however, Nihjo hatched on a brilliant plan, though I had my reservations. Nihjo had rumors spread regarding the beacon. A portion of the message was even recorded and passed along to a few merchant captains, to add authenticity. The Constantine then jumped into the system, dropped off the Shadow Hunters, and jumped out.

Jaffray arrived all right, and apparently wary of a trap. Nihjo underestimated his foe, grew arrogant of his plan, and ended up paying for it with his life. One of the Celestial prototypes was also destroyed, though fortunately the Ghosts were unable to salvage it. Both St. Jamais and Apollyon were enraged, and I weathered their storm.

It was quite obvious that though the Opacus Venatori were excellent insurgency specialists, they still lacked unification. The human race is intrinsically evil. Within each and every one of us may be found salvation and hope, intelligence and grace. But to a much greater degree, each and every one of us harbors greed, selfish pride, lust, and ambition—the seeds of our own destruction.

History teaches that time and again, the will to do evil is strong enough to overpower the will to perform good. We are the Hands of the Master. We are the Will of the Blessed Blake. We are the saviors of humanity. I watched the real-time feeds from the bridge of the Constantine, a beautiful new JumpShip specifically refitted for our use.

The Shadow Hunters performed adequately, dismantling and destroying most of the Deneb Light Cavalry over forty-eight hours. Buoyed by success, we moved the unit to Achernar. There, we quickly carried out a brutal but much-needed elimination, wiping out the entire noble family on planet.

In addition, the Shadow Hunters assisted in containing and snuffing out a raging fuel tank fire that threatened to overwhelm Northam. Then, ROM notified us of the whereabouts of our true quarry. Finally, the Opacus Venatori was ready to hunt. Or so I thought.

Those remaining did hurt the enemy, make no mistake. But the Opacus Venatori could not pursue. They were sorely injured in machines, bodies, and spirits. No longer would we live by our own arrogance. And that debt we owe the Ghosts? It will be repaid, should they surface again. On 29 December—the same day the Ghosts were systematically burning and forging the remnant—I ascended into the ranks of the Manei Domini.

At that time, I shed my old life—one of heartache, loss, death, and mortal triumph—and was reborn. Berith became my name. Every master needs a weapon, a sword to defend the Ideal, yet also a hammer to create and forge Wisdom. My weapon became the Opacus Venatori. No longer would I train them. I would now lead them. Come the Pale Horse We spent much of hunting down insurgents along the Capellan border; the zhanzheng de guang were tough cells to crack.

But every nut has a weakness. We became rather good at cracking Capellan nuts. Very, very good. During one such cleansing, I happened upon some operational orders that would rather messily eliminate one of our lowly HPG staff technicians and operators on Kaifeng.

More appalling, however, was the fact that these Capellans—under the orders of their pseudo-god Liao—were willing to send the innocent civilians of Kaifeng into the darkness of Silence simply to exterminate some technicians. Well, we took care of that. Building a Nightmare The next eighteen months are a blur, honestly. I know I can easily access any of our mission files and recite time and date, planet and location.

But quite honestly, why should I? Our mission, as I see it still, is that of deterrence. We ranged the borders, stamping out guerilla cells and wouldbe saviors. I made it a point to take on the more elite groups when I caught wind of them. None survived. They were threats.

They died. An assault machine I gladly disabused before putting it down like the Lyran puppet it was. I know, however, that our true Purpose has yet to be discovered. Excising cancerous tumors from our nascent haven is one thing; facing down the hordes of those opposed to us is another.

One day, the Houses around us will finally rise up and charge our gates. And we will do more than delay them, as the Three Hundred did at Thermopylae. I caught a puff piece from Internal Obedience not too long ago. Equating us to the legendary Kell Hounds. Even the Black Widows. Collision Soon enough, the Protectorate became quiet.

So rather than let us stagnate, we were moved to Gibson. We would still be on Gibson, handling this a bit more delicately than ROM ever could…but when the Master calls, we answer. We must. We have no choice. So now I sit, awaiting the final prep work on the Oblivion so we can leave Mars again.

To hunt. Her obvious desire for revenge is troublesome. But I cannot take the time to stamp out her internal grievances. Someone we thought was dead, gone, and done. So of course, we get the call. We always do. They died on Outreach. Cockroaches may survive a nuclear holocaust. Now, we hunt. ROM considers them the highest threat in regards to Protectorate intelligence security.

They are suspected of forming rebel groups on other Protectorate planets. Apprehend and eliminate all signs of network agents and activity. They are also wanted for the kidnapping of Hohiro Kurita from protective custody, espionage and covert activity on several Protectorate worlds. Apprehend and execute all personnel and data. She is wanted for crimes against the Protectorate. Eliminate with extreme prejudice. She is considered armed and extremely dangerous.

Exterminate and sanitize all property with extreme prejudice. Considered armed and extremely dangerous. He is wanted for espionage, sabotage, aiding and abetting subversive elements within the Protectorate. Theft of Protectorate property. Apprehension is preferred, termination is acceptable.

Eliminate with extreme prejudice; recover stolen property if feasible, sanitize if not. Apprehension desired; termination acceptable. Installation of new governor will be handled by local authorities. Opacus Venatori Classification: Manus Eversor Target: Bounty Hunter Commander: unknown Last known location: Arcturus Summary: This mercenary is suspected in deaths of several high-ranking corporate officials and Protectorate commanders over the last five years.

His employer s is unknown. Apprehend and execute; confiscate all property. The black widow company Classification: Primoris Domini Target: Black Widow Company Commander: Stacy Church Last known location: Outreach Summary: A cursed remnant of the Dragoons and instigator of rebel activity on Protectorate world, they are wanted for the theft of Protectorate property and the murder of several citizens and personnel. ROM believes them to be rebuilding Wolfnet within the Protectorate.

Consider them highly dangerous; you may apprehend if feasible, execution optional. Adept at espionage and sabotage. Execution is preferred; apprehension agreeable. It is understood there is a personal tie between this unit and the Venatori; it is trusted this will not be a problem.

They have been classified accordingly. They are suspected of harboring and supplying local rebel cells and corruption of local authority. Eliminate all members of house and complete lineage. Acquire all holdings and property for local authority.

Fiction Attached is a completed version of your target list with my addendums attached. Apprehend or execute all personnel and confiscate all remaining equipment. Until approached by Precentor Apollyon in , Berith served a dual-capacity as an instructor, as well as one of LoMs most effective small squad leaders. In the opening months of the Jihad, Berith led an impressive fourteen sorties to various Protectorate worlds, with only two team member casualties. Berith has also received other augmentations, including the addition of a triple-core processor, communications implants, a new cybernetic eye, and a second-generation VDNI system.

Mind if I have dinner? At that time, she was offered and accepted severe augmentation, and joined the ranks of the Manei Domini. Her LoM service record is heavily shrouded in sealed operations occurring deep in the Free Rasalhague Republic and the Dominion.

Excelling in solo or dual-team missions, one of her key contributions can be seen in the recent development of the heavy gyroscopic system now in use with the Protectorate. Known for her keen eyesight—rivaling many augmented Manei Domini inductees—and her berserker fury in her Preta, Precentor Morris recently underwent further augmentation to her jaw and teeth.

Two one-inch steel incisors were implanted with a unique venom-delivery system, coupled with a myomer-enhanced jaw that exerts enough pressure to crack large bones in half. Coupled with her myomer-enhanced legs, Morris is a deadly in-fighter. Morris is legendary among her native Zulu as the only female warrior to capture and kill one of the genetically enhanced liions of the Serengeti.

According to the tribal tales, she stalked the predator for three days before ambushing and wrestling it to the ground, tearing its throat out. When queried about the incident, Morris refuses comment; the myth may indeed have some truth to it, as Morris is rarely without a bone bracelet strung with liion claws.

While adept with several different configurations, Morris seems to prefer those offering mobility and precision weaponry in order to execute her victims slowly. One of the few survivors from the th Division—decimated by the Clan Wolf counterattack at Skupo—her path to eventual command seemed assured. Tomitaki was elevated into the Light of Mankind after salvaging an operation gone sour.

The only obvious mark of her induction into that terrifying order is her multi-model cybernetic eye. She is rumored to have much more internal work done; her survival of a ten-story fall during an Opacus mission on Thorin lends much truth to those stories. She has taken to placing blood marks on the inside of her cockpit frame, to remind her of the growing debt the rest of the Inner Sphere owes her. His first contact with the Order began at the tender age of six.

Brilliant in the extreme when it comes to logic and reasoning, he struggled in the more technological arts and was in danger of being shifted to Periphery HPG service when the Heretics rose to power in June of It is kept in spotless condition and operates at peak performance even when damaged in combat. Buy me a drink? Resenting her parents and extended family for their constant guerilla war against the Free Rasalhague government—they were Combine supporters abandoned by the DCMS in —she took a monumental step at the tender age of fourteen: she turned the entire cell in to MIMR.

After living on the streets for four years, she joined ComStar in and excelled in her basic training. Still desperate for direction, she joined a covert Word of Blake sect within the HPG garrison, finding for the first time a sense of purpose and direction. After several months of crossing the main continent, she managed to smuggle herself off-world and made her way to Terra, where she was accepted by the Word with open arms.

It is likely that Adept Cazer may be a future choice for Ascension. As such, she has modified the Veracity several times to accommodate her ferocious fighting style. John lived the privileged life.

ComStar has controlled the Inner Sphere's interstellar communications and other technology for centuries. ComStar single-handedly stopped the Clan invasion, then failed in its attempt to take control of the Inner Sphere. Now the organization responsible for keeping the Inner Sphere together has split into two factions. The ComStar Sourcebook recounts BattleTech: Objective Raids A largely game master resource detailing several worlds throughout the Inner Sphere and Clan-held territory as of BattleTech: Technical Readout: In the year , humanity was in the midst of a golden age.

United under the interstellar government of the Star League, all mankind prospered and enjoyed an improved quality of life made possible by advances in technology, commerce, human rights, and the arts. Humanity had truly inherited the stars. But those same advances also carried a curse, for the engines of war from the Star League era possessed Soon after they launched their Jihad in , the mystical Word of Blake sprung out from their base on Terra and claimed dozens of worlds, creating a Word of Blake Protectorate.

While many of those worlds joined voluntarily, some others hosted resistance movements. On one such world, Ruchbah, the resistance hired mercenary help.

Captain Jeremiah Small settlements means small defense forces. No wonder the outer worlds often fall prey to piracy. Thousand of worlds, controlled by the feuding lords of the Successor States. Centuries of near-constant warfare have left the feudal realms exhausted and near collapse, but none will surrender.

National armies clash on hundreds of worlds, and proxies bought for coin—mercenaries—fight on countless more. Mighty MechWarriors lead their Their ancient feuds are thrown into even greater conflict with the coming of the Clans in , invaders from beyond the Periphery. Protecting a DropShip-load of Deep Periphery explorers picking over remnants of the long-lost Rim Worlds Republic may not be glamorous or exciting, but it pays well enough.

Then came the strange transmission from the latest destination—a For an Inner Sphere devastated by the horrors of escalating war, the Republic was a beacon of hope for a brighter, more peaceful future… For a time, it almost was. Historical: Wars of the Republic Era describes the border conflicts that inevitably erupted There is no place he would rather be. Then the political realities of the Federated Commonwealth intrude on Solaris. The Sarna Supremacy, a newly formed power in the Chaos March, is giving the Confederation some trouble—and Aris and his Hiritsu comrades are chosen to give the Sarnans a harsh lesson in Capellan resolve.

But there is far Topping the guest list is an unlikely bunch of high-tech troublemakers: Camacho's Caballeros, the toughest team of mercenary MechWarriors the Inner Sphere has ever seen. But their invitation is more than merely social. Theodore's powerful cousin, "Uncle Chandy," Their race is selectively bred for combat. Their technology is superior to anything the Inner Sphere possesses.

Nothing the Great Houses have can stop them. Melissa Steiner's assassination ignited the fires of civil war, and now secessionist factions clamor for rebellion against the Federated Commonwealth, The rebels' plans hinge on gaining control of the Skye March, and thus controlling the crucial Terran Corridor. Throughout the March, civil and military leaders plot to take up arms Truebirth: Born in the laboratory, these genetically engineered soldiers train to be the ultimate warriors.

They are the elite pilots of the Clan's fearsome BattleMech war machines. Freebirth: Born of the natural union of parents, these too are soldiers, but pale imitations of their Truebirth superiors.

Despised for their imperfections, they fight where and Foremost among them is the Clans' threat to the peace of the Inner Sphere—and a treacherous sister who wants to supplant him. The expected demise of Joshua Marik—heir to the Free Worlds League, whose very presence maintained peace—also endangers harmony.

Victor's idea is to use a His restless older brother left to join the elite mercenary corps, Able's Aces… and paid with his life. Now, Harley's father wants him to join the fight—and learn what happened to his brother. What he learns is that the Aces are BattleTech Legends: Call of Duty The planet of Odessa is caught between two adversaries whose personal antagonism may cost them much more than their lives.

In an effort to help stamp out the rebellion against Katrina's rule that has sprouted up across dozens of Alliance worlds, Count Fisk hopes to lure Only one other person in the freewheeling mercenary regiment has a hint of the demons which drive her. When the Caballeros sign on to guard Coordinator Theodore Kurita's corporate-mogul cousin in the heart of the Draconis BattleTech Legends: D. Their only requirement: Their new job must let them face off against the Clans. Slide 4.

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