Shiro Takachi, on 25 March 2015 - 04:36 PM, said:
Do You Have A Link Of The Warrior Caste Rules?
That Is Not Honorable Trust Me And If it is True Clanners Should Not Do it is A Disgrace Of All Clanners Pride
You Can Do it On Public Matches But Not 1vs1
You do not know of what you speak so no I cannot trust you because I know what you say is not accurate/true. Legging is NOT dishonorable. Legging was an issue back in MW3 because destroying one leg meant the mech was destroyed. Some people felt it was a cheap way to win, whined. moaned & bitched about it until it became something to avoid. The stigma tried to carry over into MW4 but the people like you who whined. moaned & bitched about it were laughed because, wait for it, IT WAS NOT MW3. (I have heard that the same game mechanics held true for MW2 but since I never played it myself, I cannot confirm that.)
Also a true child of Kerensky does not refer to his/her trothkin as "Clanners" but "Clansmen." The term "Clanner" is a derogatory title used by Inner Sphere freebirths.
Clansmen take pride in being able to target specific parts of an enemy, doing the most damage with the least effort. We are surgeons not butchers like the spheroids.
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Both of the Masakari's PPCs and its large pulse lasers successfully hit the Daishi's damaged right leg, evaporating the last bit of armor like a water droplet on a hot griddle. The four energy beams combined to melt the leg clean away. Myomer muscles bubbled and exploded. The ferro-titanium femur glowed white-hot before it became transparent and insubstantial.
Their energy insufficiently spent, the beams tracked upward. Burning through the remnants of armor on the Daishi's right side, they touched off an explosion of the anti-missile system's ammo. The concussion panels in his command couch smashed into Victor's back and neurohelmet, momentarily disorienting him. The cockpit whirled him around as if his 100-ton war machine were a rag doll caught in a cyclone, then unceremoniously bashed him again as the 'Mech pounded into the ground.
Victor shook his head to clear it and found himself hanging from the restraining straps of the command couch. Focusing beyond the holographic display that showed the Masakari getting back to its taloned feet, he saw only blackness through the viewports. His eyes confirmed what gravity had already told him—that his 'Mech had landed face-down in the dirt. With only one leg and my right-side armor breached front and back, there's no way I can continue the fight.
Glancing at the approaching Masakari in the display, he mentally amended that idea. And there's no way Ranna is going to let me continue the fight. I can't even punch out!
Leaving no doubt as to why the BattleMech had ruled warfare since its creation six centuries earlier, the Masakari concentrated all four of its guns on the downed Daishi. Aiming in deliberate and well-practiced moves that showed Victor why the Clans had so easily swept through the Inner Sphere, the Masakari opened the Daishi's back like a coroner doing an autopsy. The PPC bolts fried structural stabilizers while the lasers sliced through ferro-titanium ribs.
The lasers freed the Daishi's fusion engine from its mountings. It dropped down, the safeguards in it snuffing the reaction before it could explode. As if the Masakari had pulled the Daishi's heart out, Victor's 'Mech shuddered once, then all the monitors died, leaving him hanging in a hot, dark cocoon.
Natural Selection Pg. 61-62
Adhering to the strictest definition of Zellbrigen means that you only engage the enemy who has accepted your challenge or vice versa. If one of your opponent's allies opens fire on you, you are allowed to fire on your original opponent as well as the one that also engaged you. Zellbrigen is suspended if an enemy is declared
dezgra.
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A tone sounded. Cage stepped out of the holotank and closed the hatch behind him.
Rood waited, then reached across the control panel and touched a control.
A moment later the shape of a woman in a Jade Falcon khan’s uniform appeared, glowering. Rood felt the corners of his lips twitch in a smile—he had never once seen Samantha Clees, in their rare times they had both attended Grand Council meetings, not glowering.
He waited until she met his eyes and nodded.
“Welcome to Lackhove, Khan Clees,” he said.
The Jade Falcon task force was still several light-seconds out, so there was a minimum delay, but Clees’ avatar ducked its chin back at him. “Khan Rood,” she said. “A pleasure to see you in the Inner Sphere.” She straightened and crossed her arms. “A pity you will not be staying.”
Rood let his grin show. “We shall see,” he said. “I presume you are here to bid for a Trial of Possession for this, the newest world in the Ice Hellion Occupation Zone?”
“I am not,” she said.
“Just passing through, then?” Rood asked. He forced himself to stand still, but his palms had begun to sweat. “Or will you allow a Star Colonel or Galaxy Commander to bid for the honor of being defeated by the Lithe Kill?”
His mind raced. This was a ploy he had not expected. A Khan expected to treat with a Khan, when both were present. For the Jade Falcons to let a lesser officer bid with him for possession of Lackhove was a calculated insult. Does she think she can rattle me with gamesmanship?
The delay passed, the seconds necessary for his words to reach her on her own WarShip’s holotank and the seconds her words took to reach him.
“There will be no bidding,” she said.
“I am pleased to offer you the hospitality of Lackhove, then,” Rood said. He smiled. “We have found it a bit lacking in creature comforts, but I am sure proper Ice Hellion merchants and laborers will get it up to Hector standards in no time.”
No bidding? his mind yelled. Why would they come in-system if they don’t intend to attack?
When her image finished listening to his words, Clees’ eyes hardened. “Gamma Galaxy will wipe the Ice Hellions off Lackhove,” she said, “and every other world the Jade Falcons claim. Because of the actions of your Clan on Wotan and Evciler, I have named the Ice Hellions dezgra in the eyes of the Jade Falcons.”
Rood’s jaw clenched. He was careful to make certain his fists did not, but Clees could not fail to see the prominent muscles in his jaw work. It wasn’t the words themselves—not directly, anyway—but what they represented.
Dezgra. To be named dezgra by a Clan was to be named filth, no better that bandits. It meant that the naming Clan no longer felt bound by the conventions of zellbrigen, and that they were free to attack anywhere, at any time, using as much force as necessary and whatever tactics they chose to eradicate the disgraced.
Put simply, it meant that the Jade Falcons’ gloves had come off.
In Clan space, declarations of dezgra were rarely leveled except by individuals against individuals. To name a Clansman a bandit was to invite challenge; a Trial of Grievance at best, or a Trial of Refusal. For a Clan khan to name an entire Clan dezgra meant that the Jade Falcons had challenged the Ice Hellions into, effectively, a Trial of Annihilation. The only way for Rood and his Hellions to wipe the stain off of their honor, in the Jade Falcons’ eyes, was to defeat them in combat.
Edited by Jaroth Corbett, 25 March 2015 - 11:14 PM.