WizKids 35100a - CBT - Quick Start Rules v2 OEF.pdf - [2002-2008] - WizKids - trzeci

It is the 31st century, a time of endless wars that rage across human-

occupied space. As star empires clash, these epic wars are won and

lost by BattleMechs®, 30-foot-tall humanoid metal titans bristling with

lasers, autocannons and dozens of other lethal weapons; enough

i repower to level entire city blocks. Your elite force of MechWarriors®

drives these juggernauts into battle, proudly holding your faction’s

l ag high, intent on expanding the power and glory of your realm.

At their beck and call are the support units of armored vehicles and

power armored infantry, wielded by a MechWarrior’s skillful command

to aid him in ultimate victory. Will they become legends, or forgotten

casualties? Only your skill and luck will determine their fate!

Veteran: Once you’ve gotten the basics of movement and combat

down, and a ’Mech training scenario under your belt, the Veteran

section introduces vehicles, as well as some advanced weapon

rules. Once you’ve read this section—which builds on your existing

knowledge from the Green section—you can jump into the Veteran

Training scenario.

Elite: Now that you’re familiar with the i rst two sections, the Elite

section introduces infantry. The Elite Training Scenario unleashes the

full combined-arms aspect of BattleTech !

PLAYING PIECES

BattleTech Quick-Start Rules contains several playing pieces you can

cut out, representing your infantry, vehicles and BattleMechs. These

playing pieces are used to show the position of each unit on the

mapsheet and keep track of its movement during the game.

QUICK-START RULES

We have specially designed these quick-start rules to hurtle you

onto the battlei elds of the 31st century in minutes, with everything

you need to play—including a map and unit counters—provided. All

you need is your imagination and two six-sided dice!

RECORD SHEETS

The ’Mech, vehicle and infantry record sheets are used to keep track

of the damage done to each unit during combat as well as display a

units weapon and movement stats (see Record Sheets , p. 22).

FICTION

Fiction plays an important role in BattleTech, l eshing out and

expanding the universe and its characters, bringing it to life. To launch

players directly into the BattleTech universe, a complete short story

is found on pages 4 and 5 of these quick-start rules. Following that

complete story is the i rst part of a longer story; the second part can

be found and read for free at www.battlecorps.com.

While the i ction leaps players into the i ctional setting of the universe,

they can easily skip to page 12 and immediately dive into learning how

to play the game and then read the i ction at their leisure.

MAPSHEETS

In BattleTech, games are played on 22-by-17 inch mapsheets

divided into six-sided areas called hexes, which regulate movement

and combat between various units. Mapsheets can be i lled with

woods, rivers, lakes, mountains and more. For ease of play, the

mapsheet included in the quick-start rules only contains light and

heavy woods terrain.

DICE

In BattleTech you will use two six-sided dice. If the situation requires

you to roll one die, the rules indicate this in shorthand as 1D6. Unless

otherwise noted, the abbreviation 2D6 means that you should roll

both dice and add the results together.

GREEN, VETERAN AND ELITE

These quick-start rules appear in three easily absorbed sections:

Green (blue, the section you’re reading right now), Veteran (yellow) and

Elite (red). These sections provide an easy-to-understand progression

from the basics to adding more units and rules to increase a player’s

enjoyment of the game. At the end of each section is a Training

scenario that will have players immediately jumping into the fun of

the BattleTech game system, implementing what the players have

learned to that point in the quick-start rules.

Note: The Green section is an introduction to the ’Mech rules as

presented in the BattleTech Introductory Rulebook , while the Veteran

and Elite sections are an introduction to the rules for additional units

and concepts as presented in BattleTech Total Warfare.

Also note that the graphic icons within each diagram represent a

generic‘Mech; players should not be confused by a specii c‘Mech image

used in an example, when its game stats do not mirror the example.

Green: For newcomers to BattleTech, read through this section once

(it won’t take long), then play the Green Training scenario. Your i rst

Training scenario will be a quick ’Mech vs. ’Mech game, but the basics

described in the Green section of how to move, i re weapons and take

damage apply across the board, with specii c exceptions for vehicles

and infantry noted in the Veteran and Elite sections, respectively.

Remember, you don’t need to read any other section of these quick-

start rules before you jump right into a game!

and infantry noted in the Veteran and Elite sections, respectively.

Remember, you don’t need to read any other section of these quick-

start rules before you jump right into a game!

TRAINING SCENARIOS

BattleTech is a game for two or more players. For simplicity’s sake,

the Green Training scenario is just for two players, with each player

controlling a single ’Mech. Each ’Mech, vehicle or infantry trooper

is considered a unit. In the Veteran and Elite Training scenarios, if

additional players are available, they should divide evenly between

two teams, with each player taking charge of one unit. If additional

players are not available, the Veteran and Elite Training scenarios are

designed to help players go from controlling a single unit to the fun of

controlling multiple units in a game.

In the various Training scenarios provided in these rules, your only

goal is to destroy the other team. The last team with at least one

surviving unit left on the board wins. As you become more familiar

with these rules, you can begin to operate more than one unit at a

time, come up with your own game objectives, or you can move on

to the challenge and excitement of the complete ’Mech rules of the

BattleTech Introductory Box Set , or on to the complete rules (including

vehicles, infantry and more) in the BattleTech Total Warfare rulebook!

vehicles, infantry and more) in the

A BattleCorps Story

by Randall N. Bills

JaCob’s moUnTain

TorTinia, kiamba

benJamin miliTary disTriCT, draConis Combine

15 april 3067

One comes with the other. If you can’t protect those under your

command to the best of your ability, if you can’t lead them to be

leaders themselves—well, then you’ve no business wearing The Bars.

Always the capitalizations in his voice.

Geof ’s words seemed to echo in the coni nes of the cockpit.

The man had been the father he never knew; regardless of the

weight, Cameron tried to carry the responsibilities he now held

with the same dedication and honor his mentor did. How could

he do anything less?

The radar began sweeping, pinpointing Caden’s lance, Geof ’s Old

Guard lance and the lance on loan from the Third Proserpina Hussars.

Twelve ’Mechs—several green warriors. What would they i nd over

the hill? He checked his secondary monitor and radar screen once

more, which showed a pair of Tat su aerospace i ghters whipping

away at well over Mach two, vanishing over the mountain.

“Thanks for the i re, Hussars. Kind of cold up here.” Lieutenant-

colonel McFadden’s voice broke over the commline.

Cameron smiled and checked the radar to see Geof ’s lance the

next ridgeline over, but more importantly, several hundred meters

closer to the crash sight. He shook his head, feeling the comforting

weight of his neurohelmet. “Going to get yourself in trouble,

boss,” he said, but softly enough not to activate his own mic.

With that l ight actually attached to the Hussars’ Third battalion,

and O’Riley’s touchiness over having to do combat exercises—

regardless of how few were involved—with mere mercenaries in

this northern, frozen wasteland, Cameron just knew ol’ Harrison

would make his voice known. Later of course. Always later. And

much worse than the original of ense.

You’d think the Third Proserpina were a Sword of Light regiment

for all their prickliness.

“No problem, Old Guard. Glad to bring a match to the barbecue.

Just make sure what we tossed onto your grill is crispy black when

you’re done. Hai ?” The unknown pilot’s voice boomed laughter,

lively and good natured. Cameron felt shock. No way could he be

part of the Hussars.

“Okay Highlanders,” Geof ’s strong voice began, “they’ve

downed some bad guys. Time for us to put them away. Move

forward at best speed and engage at will,” with the unspoken tag

line before the Hussars lance has all the fun . A series of ai rmatives

echoed across the commline.

Of course Cameron would’ve loved to be taking command of

this by himself, but with the Old Guard command lance on hand to

help smooth the training issues between elements of MacLeod’s

Third Battalion and the Hussars’ Third…well, he couldn’t be

happier to have the old man along for the ride.

Cameron reached over and pushed his own throttle forward

a half, sending his Wolverine into a smart step forward—dii cult

Lieutenant Cameron Baird watched as the odious-black smoke

trail dissipated on the stif mountain winds. Burning debris rained

down across several kilometers. It looked as if the sky was bleeding.

“Can you believe that?” His comm system pounced to life as

James broke the silence. “Wow. Too much.”

Wow ? Watching a Clan Broadsword -class Drop-Ship falling

through a cobalt sky had been sobering, true. Like a l aming

thunderbolt tossed by Zeus’s own hand. But Cameron read deeper.

What the hell was a Ghost Bear force doing raiding Kiamba? What

could be of interest to a lone DropShip on Jacob’s Mountain?

Surely they could care less about elements from MacLeod’s

Regiment of the Northwind Highlanders.

He shivered, though he knew the cockpit didn’t hold a chill

and would soon be anything but cold. He hated it here. Hated

the snow and the isolation from anything living beyond the small

force around him. Hell, he would’ve preferred Hecate’s Swamp to

this eternal cold. But not James. Wherever the action was.

Had Cameron ever been that young? That naïve? He hoped not.

“Yes, James. Wonderful.” Did the boy hear the sarcasm? Probably

not. The starch of his new cooling vest (handed to him, what, six

months ago upon graduation from the NMA?) probably pushed

up against his ears, making it hard for him to hear anything.

Beyond his own voice, of course.

Cameron couldn’t help but let a quirky smile spread his slim

lips, a sparkle l ashing in hazel eyes. He knew a certain lieutenant

colonel who shepherded a younger, stupider Cameron through

his i rst year after the Academy. Who almost throttled him on at

least ten dif erent occasions. At least.

Cameron reached forward and toggled from the topographical

map that displayed across the secondary

screen, to radar, as the ghost of Geof

McFadden’s words seemed to rise up

like holography, temporarily blotting

out the forward view screen and

the snowy terrain beyond.

When you’re a leader, you

lead And protect.

through the deep snow. One of these days he really did mean

to send a surprise gift to the quartermaster who’d managed to

acquire several of the new WVR-8K from the DCMS. He’d been in it

less than a year, but knew already he never wanted to pilot another

machine. He could’ve probably gotten one of the Clan machines

taken of of Huntress due to his credentials at the Academy, but he

felt coni dent nothing would’ve felt this good. This right.

“Okay, boys,” he spoke up to his own lance, “you heard the boss.

Bad guys over the ridge and we get to clean up the mess. Provided

the l y boys left us any scraps.”

The responding laughter felt good. Although he was serious. With

the way the DropShip had come down, he wouldn’t be surprised if

they found nothing but a black smear against pristine white.

Ten minutes passed way too slowly. Manipulating pedals

and joysticks to maneuver through the thick powder and heavy

woods, he kept an eye on the radar, which showed almost a dozen

green darts moving forward to the guesstimated position of the

downed craft. With the high iron-content of the mountain, good

readings of what they would face were simply not coming in. He

knew the DropShip held a capacity to carry i ve Clan ’Mechs. But

how many of them could possible have survived?

The Old Guard made contact i rst; the heavy boom of

autocannon i re echoed across jagged rocks and lonely copses

of trees as McFadden drew i rst blood with his Hatchetman .

Cameron’s own lance simply could not move quickly enough and

McFadden wanted a taste of action before the Hussars. Typical.

“Okay boys. Let’s show ‘em young bloods can keep up with

geriatrics.”

He stomped down on his pedals and vented plasma lifted

his i fty-i ve ton machine into the air, sublimated snow blasting

around him in a send-of halo. He landed smoothly and launched

again, just about cresting the ridge where the battle unfolded.

Then remembered only Karli’s Starslayer mounted jump jets. Ben’s

Hollander and James’ Wolfhound didn’t have the benei t and he

couldn’t leave them over the ridge.

Had to lead. Had to protect.

“Come on boys. I know the Academy gives you better pilot

training than that. Let’s get a move on, eh?” He tried to infuse as

much good natured humor into his voice as he could, tried to hide

his worry. Regardless of the strides to narrow the technology gap

between the Clan and Inner Sphere, Clan ’Mechs still outclassed

Inner Sphere pound for pound.

Geof could pilot circles around almost anyone he knew, but

depending on what lay over the ridge…Cameron’s own lance

could make all the dif erence.

Flashes of sapphire and ruby lit the sky over the ridge, along with

the detonations of multiple heavy explosions. Cameron gripped

joysticks in sweat slicked hands. Willed his lance to move faster.

“They’ve got some serious life left in them,” Geof ’s voice startled

him with its immediate urgency. “If we don’t take down that Mad

Cat , and I mean now, we’re going to be in a world of hurt. Lance,

target the Mad Cat . I’ll deal with the Ril eman .” The commline

descended into a low babble once more.

A Mad Cat ! Damn. A Ril eman ? His mind swirled. What the hell.

Did he mean a Ril eman IIC ? Why would the Clans be i elding an

Inner Sphere design?

He had to wait. A single ’Mech might not make the dif erence,

but a lance would. Beside, he couldn’t leave them. Had to lead.

He stared at his radar, demanding it provide more information.

Suddenly he realized at least one of the Hussars had been able

to move around their own ridge onto the plateau and appeared

to have engaged as well; the tag read Ta i - i Matsu. His assault

BattleMaster would lend considerable weight to their side.

His own lance

i nally pulled even.

“Okay boys, over the

ridge and give ‘em

everything you got,” he

said. Cameron prepared

his weapons to follow his

own advice and ignited

plasma once more, sending

his Wolverine up and over the

ridge…to hell.

Spread out before him, a small,

but terrifyingly urgent battle

unfolded on the under-sized

plateau. The downed DropShip still

burned, sending up a huge bloom

of smoke; a fallen Thor next to the

massive rent in the Broadsword ’s l ank

told him not all the ’Mechs survived. Yet

a thousand meters in front of him held

a Mad Cat and Ril eman , with an Arcas of to the

side, all weapons blazing and hammering the Highlander

forces and the Proserpina BattleMaster .

He saw the Rasalhague logo inside a bear’s head outline on the

machine: First Rasalhague Bears. The Ril eman addition to a Clan

force made sense now

As Cameron brought his own machine down to earth once more

with a last gush of l ame and stretch of myomer, he watched as i re lit

underneath Geof ’s Hatchetman . Time seemed to dial down until he

could perceive individual autocannon shells and PPC beams hung

suspended in mid-air. The Hatchetman l ew forward, on a collision

course with the Ril eman . The pilot simply squared its feet, lined up

both rotary autocannons and let loose a barrage that practically

obscured its outline. Twin, horrii c streams of vomiting death

slashed into the Hatchetman , eating and tearing away at armor like

a bear savaging its meal, mortally wounding the metal giant.

“No!” Cameron managed to scream, as time swooped back to normal.

With an expertise few might have managed under such

circumstances, Geof kept the Hatchetman on course as limbs

began to tear away under the murderous i re.

Like a metal rockslide, the Hatchetman crunched into the

Ril eman with a sound that could be heard even above the din of

battle. Both toppled down in a mangled heap of metal limbs.

Cameron would never be able to remember the next ten

minutes. A haze—formed of tears and rage—seemed to blanket

out his perception. One moment he watched his idol (his father)

die and the next he stood over a fallen Ghost Bear machine, i ring

endless kilojoules of energy into the blasted scraps—all that

remained of the Mad Cat .

As silence descended, shame replaced his rage. Geof would

be rolling over in his metal grave at such a loss of control. He had

done what needed to be done. Had lead.

Had sacrii ced himself to protect his command.

Though Cameron tried initially to do the same, he too easily fell

of . Too easily besmirched the bars (The Bars) he wore. Too easily

forgot his heritage.

He blinked away the tears and the last shreds of his

incapacitating haze. His command needed him. They needed to

mop up and i nd out what might be here that would tempt the

Bears; the rest of the raiding force to deal with elsewhere.

He swallowed several times. Tried to set aside his shame for

another day and opened up a general frequency commline.

Time to lead.

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