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Anonymous Mon 02 May 2011 10:41:00 No.14782337 View View Reply Original Report

>Jinjiro Kurita

>On February 14, 2837, a mysterious gift was delivered to Jinjiro's private rooms. How it made it through security would never be known, but the gift - an angelic pure-featured doll dressed in the Star League's officer uniform - drove him completely and irrevocably insane. It took his guards two hours to finally subdue him, and he spent the rest of his life heavily sedated or screaming madly in a padded room. He eventually hung himself with a noose fashioned from his own clothes, dying in July 2841.

So what's the story behind why the doll drove him insane? Is it supposed to be something to do with Aleksandr Kerensky? I saw this when browsing Sarna.net, and we all know that it can be less then coherent at times.

Also Battletech General.

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Anonymous Mon 02 May 2011 11:03:00 No.14782626 Report

Quoted By: >>14782656

>>14782337

Bumping with BT Art and some AU storytime from one of the few good BT fan fics that I've found.

>This is an excerpt from Blood and Steel: part two of the Cameron Legacy Trilogy. Premise of the story is that Minoru Kurita disobeyed his father's deathbed request to negotiate with Amaris for the return of Drago Kurita and his family, and declared war against the Usurper over the slight to the Combine's honor instead.

February 7, 2768
Great Eastern Fens
Alpha Continent, Carver V
Empire of Amaris (Terran Hegemony)

Major Paul Burkett, Armed Forces of the Federated Suns, swung the massive right arm autocannon of his Victor class BattleMech towards the Rim Worlds hovercraft pouring streams of inferno gel onto the Warhammer of his lance mate. As the targeting reticule in his neuro-helmet settled onto the bulky 35-ton vehicle, it changed color from light blue to a harsh red, and a tone sounded in his ears. Gotcha, you little bastard, he thought as he squeezed the trigger on the control stick in his right hand. The Pontiac autocannon bellowed and spat fire of its own as sixty high-velocity rounds exited the muzzle, the empty cases ejecting into the muck and mire of the swamp around him.

The hovercraft crumpled as the shells ripped apart the light armor frame covering the skirts, and then exploded in a fountain of blazing gel as the magazine feeding the flamer cut loose. Drops of the gel showered down on Burkett and his command lance, but they were MechWarriors, and it would take far more than a few drops of the napalm-like jelly to stop them. The Warhammer he had just saved pivoted it’s torso towards him, and the twin chest-mounted machine-guns barked out a long burst, the heavy slugs tearing into the jump infantry that he had somehow missed spotting a mere seventy meters away.

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Anonymous Mon 02 May 2011 11:06:00 No.14782656 Report

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>>14782626

“Thanks for the assist, Six; that assault sled was beginning to vex me. Hope you don’t mind me returning the favor?”

“Negative, Four,” Burkett replied. He paused and took a moment to glance at his sensor display. Damn that old fool to Hell, he thought again. His battalion—or at least the 23 ‘Mechs left of it—were exactly where the entire 2nd Davion Guards Regiment should have been; exactly where General Montoya had ordered them to be, in order to close off the only possible route of escape for the Rim Worlds forces on Carver V. But Field Marshall Hallis, the Guards commanding officer, had countermanded those orders upon reaching the edge of the swampy fens. 1st and 3rd Battalion, plus Regimental HQ and the attached assault battalion from the Assault Guards were now ninety kilometers away, moving towards the only DRY land in the area. And he and his battalion were the only ones left to secure this sector.

“All Gremlin elements, this is Six Actual. Consolidate at grid coordinates 12-60 and report status,” he spoke into the throat mike tapped to his neck.
“Six Actual, Gremlin Echo One—we are at nine effectives and showing heavy opposition two klicks ahead.”
“Six Actual, Gremlin Fox Two, Fox One is down. Four ‘Mechs functional, but two are badly damaged, sir.”
“Six Actual, Gremlin Golf One—eight effectives, ETA to 12-60 two minutes.”

And of his own battalion command lance, just he and Sergeant Preston in the Warhammer were left. Swell. To his left he spotted the sunlight glittering from the ‘Mechs of Echo company as they trudged through the marsh. The heavy trees, so like the moss-shrouded cypress of Old Earth, to the south blocked his view of Fox, but his sensors showed the four survivors slowly making their way forward. Beyond Fox, the eight remaining ‘Mechs of Golf were just now coming onto his display.

Anonymous

Yo dawg, herd you liek radio chatter

Anonymous Mon 02 May 2011 11:08:00 No.14782674 Report

Quoted By: >>14782696

>>14782656

Less than two companies left of his original command—and most were damaged. The Rimmers had pulled back, but they were regrouping for yet another attack in the distance, he was certain. After all they had already hit 2nd Battalion five times in an attempt to break past—why not a sixth?

“Argent Actual, this is Devil-Dog One, respond Argent Actual.”

The voice from the speaker sounded cold and hard, even through the static, Burkett thought. What the hell, my career is finished anyway since I ignored the Field Marshall’s order to follow him. He thumbed his radio over to the regimental frequency.

“Devil-Dog One, this is Argent Gremlin Six Actual. Go ahead.”

There was a momentary pause. “Gremlin Six, stand by for One Actual.”

“Standing by, Devil-Dog One.”

“Gremlin Six, where the HELL is Argent Actual?”

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Anonymous Mon 02 May 2011 11:11:00 No.14782696 Report

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>>14782674

“Argent Gremlin is the only unit in grid sector 12. Remainder of Argent is in transit to grid sector 14, One Actual.”

For several seconds, only static came from the speaker. And then a new voice came through. “Gremlin Six, this is Sword Actual, do you copy?”

Burkett sat up straighter in his cockpit—as much as the straps holding him to his ejection seat would allow. “Sir, I do copy.”

“Status report, Gremlin Six.”

“We have repulsed five attempts by Rim forces to breakthrough the perimeter—they are gathering strength for another push, Sword Actual. Gremlin is at 57% percent strength—including damaged units. Request urgent reinforcement.”

“Son, all Devil-Dog and Sword units are engaged EXCEPT Argent elements en route to sector 14. Can Gremlin hold?”

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 02 May 2011 12:27:00 No.14783158 Report

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>SWORD OF DAVION

That's clearly not a euphemism at all.

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