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TABLE OF CONTENTS

THE BLOOD SNOW 4

INTRODUCTION 6

HOW TO USE THIS BOOK 6

ANTON MARIK’S REVOLT 7

SEEDS OF REBELLION

Kyalla Centrella

Trondheim

105

Maximilian Liao

Predlitz

105

Romano Liao

Kandis

105

Thomas Marik

Heiligendreutz

106

Duncan Marik

THE DRAKØN’S BITE

(APRIL-MAY 3034)

PHASE 1: THE INVASION OF THE

CAPELLAN CONFEDERATION 51

3030: The New War 51

3031: Escalations 57

3032: Counterblows 62

3033: Of Mice and Men 65

3034: Death Knells 66

3035 (January-June): Object Lessons 67

3035: Crucible

106

PERSONALITIES OF

ANTON’S REVOLT

Rasalhague

106

Skandia

107

Janos Marik

Trondheim

107

Anton Marik

Bruben

107

Vesar Kristofur

Svelvik

108

Maximilian Liao

Numki

109

Jaime Wolf

THE DRAGON’S ANGER

(MAY-JULY 3034)

Joshua Wolf

109

OPENING MOVES

PHASE 2: THE RECAPTURE

OF ANDURIEN (3035-3040)

Alshain

110

REBELLION

Rasalhague

110

Nova Roma

3035: The Year of Raids

Predlitz

110

Emris IV

3036: Hammerblows

Engadin

111

Matheran

Thomas’ Re-appearance

Diosd

111

Sophie’s World

Thomas’ Campaign

Bruben

112

Other Actions

3038: Preparations

Kandis

112

FALTERING STEPS

3039: The Year of Two Wars

Kempten

113

Sophie’s World

The War of 3039

Tukayyid

113

Matheran

Andurien and Everything After

Orestes

113

Abadan

First Blood

Memmingen

114

Berenson

The Occupation

END OF HONOR

(AUGUST-OCTOBER 3034)

New Olympia

AFTERMATH

115

Other Actions

The Free Worlds

Predlitz

115

COLLAPSE

Capellan Confederation

115

Calloway VI

Magistracy of Canopus

Kempten

115

Vanra

Other Players

Memmingen

117

Tiber

DEPLOYMENT TABLES:

ANDURIEN SECESSION

Radstadt

117

Other Actions

RIPPLES AND SHOCKWAVES

(OCT 3034-DEC 3035)

FINAL MISTAKE

THE RONIN WAR

118

New Delos

A SAMPLING ACROSS

THE SPHERE

DEPLOYMENT TABLES:

RONIN WAR

ASHES OF REBELLION

119

Park Place

RULES ANNEX

INTRODUCTION

122

Emris IV

Overview

ANTON’S REVOLT

122

Other Actions

PERSONALITIES

OF THE RONIN WAR

Equipment Ratings

122

AFTERMATH

Force Special Abilities

124

DEPLOYMENT TABLES:

ANTON’S REVOLT

Haakon Magnusson

Battleforce 2 Command Lists

(Anton’s Revolt)

THE ANDURIEN WARS

Theodore Kurita

127

Takashi Kurita

Inner Sphere in Flames Annex

(Anton’s Revolt) 127

ANDURIEN WAR RULES 129

Equipment Rating

THE MARCH TO WAR

Marcus Kurita

The Andurien Problem

Vasily Cherenkoff

The Humphreys Clan

Christian Månsdottir

129

The Home Defense

Act and Its Repercussions

Tor Miraborg

Battleforce 2 Command Lists

(Andurien Wars)

Myndo Waterly

134

The Reign of Janos Marik

Ivan Sorenson

Inner Sphere in Flames Annex

(Andurien Wars)

The Fourth Succession War

and the Free Worlds

REBELLIONS AND INTRIGUE

134

Dealing with the White Devil

Leaders and Factions

136

The “Death” of House Liao

Declaration and Consequences

100

RONIN WAR RULES ANNEX

136

Strife and Secession

TREACHERY AND TREASON

(MARCH 3034)

Equipment Ratings

136

Focusing the Mind

102

Force Special Abilities

142

Succession Crisis

Polcenigo

103

Leaders and Factions

143

PERSONALITIES OF THE

ANDURIEN CRISIS

INDEX

Rasalhague

104

144

Engadin

104

Janos Marik

Memmingen

104

Catherine Humphreys

CREDITS

Writing

The Blood Snow

Chris Hartford

Introduction

Herbert A. Beas II

Anton Marik’s Revolt

David L. McCulloch

The Andurien Wars

Chris Hartford

The Ronin War

Ben Rome

Game Rules

Herbert A. Beas II

Chris Hartford

David L. McCulloch

Ben Rome

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Acknowledgements

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THE BLOOD SNOW

Balzan Mountains,

Xanthe III,

Duchy of Andurien

4 February 3037

pack—it was thin but would help a little—and began pulling it on over

his dark leather boots. One leg went in easily, but as he stepped with

the other and bent to pull the outfit to his waist several craters appeared

in the snow around him, sending showers of crystals into the air.

He dived clumsily into the hole he made when he fell, twisting

onto his left side as he did. The Andurien trooper who’d fired was per-

haps 50 meters up the slope and dressed in shell-like combat armor.

He wouldn’t be cold , Duncan mused, not after trekking up the moun-

tainside in all that gear . Without thinking, he drew his pistol and fired

several shots back toward the approaching trooper. The range was poor,

but the laser bursts gave the soldier reason to pause and he ducked

behind a rock. Duncan wriggled onto his back and pulled the jumpsuit

up to his waist, then slipped his left arm into the sleeve. Transferring

the pistol to his off hand, he pushed his right arm in and pulled up

the zipper. He shivered. It was still damned cold, but hopefully the suit

would give him enough protection to survive until help arrived.

As if hearing Duncan’s thoughts, the Andurien trooper sent another

volley down the hillside, causing new fountains of snow. It was half-

hearted, however, and the trooper ducked back when Duncan returned

fire. Duncan then reached down into the pile of ration packs and equip-

ment deposited in the snow and grabbed the miniature comm unit. He

could try speaking, but feared the cold and wind would prevent any com-

prehensible words. Instead, he triggered the emergency transponder, a

backup to the one on the Orion that he suspected had been obliterated

in the ammunition explosion. That done, he took a deep breath—almost

immediately regretting it in the biting cold—and began scooping up the

scattered gear.

His mind raced. How long before support would get here? He had

no desire to die out here on these frigid slopes. He had a war to fight

and a throne to secure. Damn Catherine Humphreys for seceding, and

damn Thomas Marik for surviving the bomb that killed his father and

brother and was supposed to secure Duncan’s place on the throne. And

damn Janos, whatever hell he was in, for secretly installing that milksop

boy as his heir. If Duncan had been able to take the throne at the start

of this whole mess matters would be over and done with by now, but no,

the boy wonder had to be in change and take a softly-softly approach to

bringing errant Andurien back into the fold. Save the Free Worlds from

military incompetents, Duncan thought. Speed and aggression were

often the keys to victory, even more than preparation and strength. An

enemy who was forced off balance found it difficult to counter you, no

matter his other advantages. Andurien could’ve been steam-rolled in

short order had a true military commander like Duncan been allowed

his head, and perhaps the FWLM could’ve continued the Secessionist’s

goals by crushing the hated Liaos and bringing the Capellan worlds into

the Free Worlds League. But now it was too late for all that. Andurien

and Liao were battle-hardened, and the wunderkind had reappeared on

Atreus, unraveling Duncan’s plots. His only chance now was to win, and

win decisively, demonstrating his strength over the weakling.

His attention snapped back to the battlefield and he shook his head.

Damn it, the cold was already affecting his brain. More lapses in attention

like that and Thomas wouldn’t have to worry about the succession and

bringing him to trial. He fired a burst back up the slope toward the trooper

who was undoubtedly hunkered down, waiting on his squadmates.

The ground rumbled and the snow shifted. A dark shape emerged

from down the slope, a Locust striding effortlessly across the snow.

The bird-like ’Mech angled toward him, the markings of the Tenth Marik

Militia clearly visible on its haunches. Its chin-mounted laser flashed,

and up the slope the rocks exploded. The trooper ran across the snow

but the Locust ’’s weapons tracked him. Machine guns chattered, and

the Andurien collapsed, the snow darkening with his blood.

There was a hissing of pressure seals and the ventral hatch of the

’Mech opened. A ladder dropped down and a face appeared.

“Colonel Garibaldi’s complements Captain-General. You’d best

hurry. It’s a bit busy round here.”

The transition was shocking. One moment Duncan was bathed in

heat and acrid smoke, surrounded by the blinking tell-tales of multiple

system failures. The next he was propelled into the frigid air, wreathed

in swirling snow. The rockets of the ejector seat pressed him down into

the couch as solidly as a dozen men. His arms were pinned in his lap

by the g-force; thankfully they were already resting there after pulling the

firing shield over his head. His neck ached, the weight of the neurohel-

met pressing down on his shoulders, though the restraints that held the

helmet in place saved him the agony of whiplash.

Then the pressure was gone as the motors cut out and the seat

coasted to its apogee. It felt like the rockets had burned for hours when

in fact if was only a few seconds. A sense of weightlessness replaced

the immense pressure, and then he was falling, slowly rotating onto

his back under the weight of the seat. There was a click behind and

below him, followed by a whirring and a loud hissing of jets firing. The

seat wobbled as the gyros and thrusters fought to keep it stable. A sick

feeling crept into his stomach as gravity tugged at the seat and Duncan

felt his gorge rising. There was a second sound, like tearing cloth as

the canopy deployed. He braced for the sudden jerk but even so was

shocked by the sudden return of gravity. Straps dug into his shoulder

and torso as the sudden deceleration attempted to throw him out of the

chair. Instinctively he reached up for the risers to steer his decent, then

realized the futility of the task; the bulky helmet obscured his downward

vision and his altitude was insufficient to allow him much steerage while

the weight of the seat and the efforts of the gyro and jets fought him.

Instead, he braced for the impact to come.

It was sooner than he expected—the swirling snow impeded his

depth perception—and he was thankful of his preparations. The chair

hit ground and fell forward. One of his feet struck a solid object, per-

haps a rock or a tree trunk. The other met brief resistance, then sank

into the snow. Duncan and the chair rolled onto their left side, impact-

ing the drift with considerable force. He gasped and sucked in the cold

air, which immediately triggered a burning sensation in his lungs and

provoked a coughing fit. Ice granules grated on his exposed skin, so

cold they seemed to burn. He hit the harness release, freeing himself

from the ejection seat, then struggled in the snow, the combination of

weighty helmet and unsure footing causing him to flounder and lending

him the air of a drowning man. He undogged the helmet, pushing the

bulky apparatus off his head then struggled to his feet. He was met by

nothing but silence.

For an a few heartbeats the only sound was the whistling wind, driv-

ing snow onto his bare arms and legs. Then, from down the slope, there

was a deep rumble as his dying Orion succumbed to its wounds and fell

into the snowy slope. Flames licked at the war machine like a funeral

pyre, sending out clouds of smoke that burnt Duncan’s lungs as much

as the cold air had. For an instant the Orion burned, then it appeared to

convulse as the flames reached the ammunition bins. The blast tore the

machine apart and sent pieces flying across the slope. Even a hundred

meters away Duncan felt the heat of a blast, a brief respite from the

biting cold, before the shockwave knocked him back into the drift.

The Captain-General of the Free Worlds—one of them, at least—

struggled upright, spitting out a mouthful of snow. He glanced down at

the depression he’d made in the drift, noting several bloody patches. He

scanned his body and saw numerous grazes and cuts from the ejection

and the battle. None were serious, at least not compared to the danger

of freezing to death on this mountainside. His skimpy shorts and vest,

while ideal for working inside the often scorching ’Mechs, were a liability

here. He pulled open the emergency pack, tipping its contents onto the

snow. He grabbed the lightweight jumpsuit that formed the bulk of the

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