I converted all the Battletech novels to raw text and extracted Jan-April 3050 dates.
I just want to make the people whining for clantech to realize that by Jan 3051 (FIFTY ONE) the Innersphere had a total of 16-20 scrap Omnimechs/Parts and Hohiro Kurita captured "Four of your frontline BattleMechs and two dozen of your power-armored suits."
Clan tech could reasonably be limited to a Jan 15th 3051 (The day that Wolf's Dragoons called the InnerSphere together and spilled the beans) release and still stay with canon. Prior to that even Victor Steiner-Davion barely even understood that part of the reason the Clans were so strong was double heat sinks.
(from Sept 3050 on Twycross)
Victor nodded. "Yeah, there's no denying they run cool. I've already had a preliminary report on a heat sink taken from one of their machines. They have some sort of doublechambered heat exchanger and a fluid with a thermal retention factor that's seven-tenths of air itself! The Techs think those units, which are about the size of our own heat sinks, probably are 150 to 200 percent more efficient than ours."
JumpShip Dire Wolf
Star's End, Periphery
15 January 3050
The sour smell of sweat-drenched sheets met Phelan Kell as he fought his way to consciousness through the black fog filling his mind. Thousands of questions asked in hundreds of different ways by a legion of voices continued to echo through his brain. In counterpoint, he heard a single, agonized voice answering them again and again, and in the end, always surrendering valuable truths. Like the stench of his bedding, Phelan recognized the voice as his own.
(This was as he recovering from Clan Chemical Interogation)
Orbital Space, Thule, Rasalhague Province
Free Rasalhague Republic
7 March 3050
Tyra Miraborg glanced at the auxiliary monitor on her cockpit control monitor. It showed a small icon representing her
Shilone fighter dead-center on the screen and slowly rotated a vector-graphic sphere around the craft. Three small triangles with identification tags appeared near her ship to mark the position of her wingman and the other two pilots in her flight. Further on along her line of flight, a large orb remained tantalizingly distant.
Turtle Bay
Pesht Military District, Draconis Combine
30 March 3050
Smoke coiled like oily black ropes against the red dawn sky. Scanning the horizon, Yodama knew it was more than just the heat churning out of his
Phoenix Hawk's fusion reactor that made the sweat pour down his face.
First Battalion must be in the fight of its life! If that's the petrochem refinery burning, it means they've fallen back to their final line of defense. He pushed his 'Mech forward, but only with the most powerful sense of doom.
As the disk of the sun appeared over the line of low hills between Shin's forward lance and the First Battalion's last stand, it flooded his infrared scan with white fire and so he shifted sensor modes over to vislight. While the computer was cycling through, a quick flash on magscan made him punch a button and switch the scanners back to magnetic anomaly detection. The computer painted, plain as day, humanoid silhouettes against the background of the vectorgraphic landscape.
Shin stared at the display.
Another puzzle. They've given this flank over to infantry in metallic IR-baffling equipment! Shin opened a radio link to Hohiro Kurita.
"Sho-sa, I have infantry detected on magscan at 500 meters. We have been anticipated." He keyed a feed of his sensor data over to Hohiro's
Grand Dragon.
Trell I
Tamar March, Lyran Commonwealth
13 April 3050
Kommandant Victor Steiner-Davion ducked his
Victor and sidled it left through the subterranean lagoon as the raider 'Mech stabbed its left weapons pod at him. The
Marauder-type pod spat the artificial lightning of a particle projection cannon. The azure bolt sizzled over the
Victor's right shoulder, drilled into a massive icicle clinging to the cavern ceiling, and split it with a thundercrack.
Despite the frost covering his Mech's viewplate, the intense blue of the energy weapon lit his cockpit like a strobe. Concentrating on the computer-created landscape of magscan data, Victor dropped his autocannon's gold crosshairs onto the enemy 'Mech's outline and punched the trigger button with his thumb. There was a loud scream like that of some mechanical banshee, and then Victor saw his volley hit its target.
ComStar First Circuit Compound
Hilton Head Island, North America, Terra
15 April 3050
Myndo Waterly directed the attention of the Precentors to the center of the chamber. "We received this transmission from our facility on Balsta yesterday. I have reviewed it once and now present it for your edification. The message is relatively short, and in the Precentor Martial's style, somewhat succinct."
She clapped her hands once, sharply, and the lights in the bowl-shaped chamber dimmed. Directly above the gold-star insignia of ComStar worked into the floor, the image of the Precentor Martial flickered to holographic life. The image only showed him from the shoulders up and had been so enlarged that his eyepatch was the size of an aircar's steering wheel.
Edo, Turtle Bay
Pesht Military District, Draconis Combine
16 April 3050
Shin Yodama clutched the threadbare blanket tightly to himself. The sewer's damp chill soaked up into him through the stone ledge where he sat. Moisture condensing on the tunnel ceiling dripped down with a dreadful monotony, but he tried to use it as a kind of mantra.
Anything ... anything to take me away from this place.
Two men grumbling next to him broke his concentration. "Why do we follow the Old Man if he is content to keep us down here like rats? These invaders are not a storm that will blow over. I do not think the Old Man has the will to fight them."
"He may be content to die down here in the darkness," the other man said, "but I am not. I want to be staring up at the rings when I go."
Avalon City , New Avalon
Cruris March, Federated Suns
30 April 3050
Prince Hanse Davion leaned forward across the briefing table and stared at the holographic map of the Lyran Commonwealth. He reached over, took his wife's left hand in his right and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Are you certain four more worlds are under assault? They only hit the first dozen two weeks ago! Is it possible?"
Justin Allard, standing halfway down the table, nodded slowly. "It looks as though the troops that conquer the worlds are not the same ones used to garrison the worlds. Once the populace is disarmed, the invaders are most willing to work with local authorities to maintain order. This frees up the shock troops to move on to hit forward targets."
TL;DR by Jan 3051 (FIFTY ONE) the Innersphere had a total of 16-20 scrap Omnimechs/Parts and Hohiro Kurita captured "Four of your frontline BattleMechs and two dozen of your power-armored suits."
(All information is quoted as review and analysis text, this is in accordance with copyright law)
Edited by Kylere, 21 February 2013 - 04:47 PM.
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Lonestar1771, on 21 February 2013 - 03:23 PM, said:
