After the death of her mother Philip Fielday at the hands of the clans as she fought to the death so her unit could retreat long enough to regroup and put down the filthy Jaguars she inherited her mother’s Hatchetman which had seen better days even before the clans had come.
She had been given the option of a new Hatchetman or even a salvaged Nova that her mother had managed to somehow snuck up on and cleaved the head in half not knowing it was a star commander which painted a big bulls eye on her machine for using such a ‘dishonorable’ weapon but as her mother retorted ‘All’s fair in love and WAR’.
The Clanners after bringing down her mother’s mech had kicked, stompped, and blasted the right arm turning the Hatchet and hand into slag which had also caused so much damage to the arm that it could no longer support a hand let alone a hatchet.
So Sandra Fielday had moved the hatchet to the left hand and the Medium Laser which she upgraded to an Extend ranged counter parts gave her a longer reach while getting rid of the twin Long Range Ten racks in favor of a quad rack of fives which saved some weight and prevent the loss of her entire long range capabilities should one of the racks be damaged or destroyed.
The Small Lasers she kept but placed in the rare torso for some protection against rare attacks, though she wondered if she should just have placed two extended ranged Smalls back there but thought it would just be wasted.
Finely came time to replaced the engine which had been cored by two Clan Particle Projection Cannons which she eagerly replaced with a damaged Light Engine which would be repaired by her father’s team of techs.
Her father had also called in some favors to get some of the FFA that had been bought after their unit sold most of clan tech that had gotten from salvage though the only thing they had kept was the Nova.
That had salvage a pristine Dasher well almost as it was missing its command couch.
“Tell me again how we had managed to get our hands on that clan light mech again?” Sandra asked her father.
“Well Jim’s Chameleon was a pile of junk held together by blood, sweat, luck, Duck tape, and Baling wire and in some locations I really do mean duck tape and wire.” Her father said.
“Anyways Jim took a Stray LBX round to the Center torso putting a small dent into the armor and his left and right arm had actually fallen off at the shoulders causing the clan warrior to laugh so hard he actually hit the ejection button by mistake sending him flying off leaving the mech intact.. well with some armor damage to the rear torso when it fell backwards.” Her father said.
“Don’t know what’s funnier Jim’s mech falling apart in combat or the fact a clanner shot himself out of the cockpit after laughing so hard.” Sandy had said with a chuckle and her mother walked in at the tail end and smiled as she recalled that memory as well.
Though later that day her mother would die leaving a legacy of a woman who took a busted up mech and made it all her own with a unique flair.
Sandra would do the same with her mother’s mech and made it her own while keeping the spirit of the machine and in a way her mother.
“You know Sandy we can always replace the right arm giving you back the full mobility or at the very least a hand instead of a flat stump where the wrist and hand would go.” Greg said as he cleaned off his hands that had grease on them.
“The Medium Laser move went well?” She asked ignoring her friend’s offer.
The Laser was mounted under the ‘stump’ which would be her ‘trade mark’.
“Sandra I was just thinking that with the 5 packs being so similar in weight and size they should be relatively easy to swap out for Short range 4 packs.” He said.
“Why would I do that?” She asked.
“Well during city combat as you sometimes will find yourself LRMs are not very useful so swapping out for SRMs during those types of missions would be smart wouldn’t it?” He asked and she nodded.
“Sounds like a smart idea.. you sure you are my father?” She asked.
“H-Hey I have good ideas every now and again!” He said as she was already walking away with a half smile on her face.
Her commander had been a little hesitant to give her the Light engine but seeing as she used it to boost the speed was glad she did while also adding an extra Jump Jet to even everything out.
She would get to test the newly revived and reconfigured mech against the lowly scum known as the Capellan confederation as her unit had been hired by the Saint Ives compact for defensive duty for a world deeper within the Saint Ives compact….
Sandra had such bad luck as she came across Aris Sung in his damned Wraith which tried to jump behind her only for her to side step behind a tall building forcing him to alter his course or slamming hard into a tall building.
As he manipulated the jump jets he just managed to clear the top of the building only to get hit hard as Sandra’s mighty Hatchet tore into his left foot and lower left leg ripping it open and a few moments later a sharp bang was heard and felt as she punched his machine hard with the ‘stub’.
He was sent spinning into a different building and as he started to get up she raised her foot up and stomped hard on the back of his machine’s head though not enough to kill him just daze him.
Before she could come down with her blade Aris managed to make her back up as he took a snap shot at her with his Pulse Lasers in his right arm.
He slowly managed to get his machine to one knee taking another shot at her this time with his Large Pulse laser carving a nasty scar down her left torso to her leg.
Aris had heard about this warrior and figured the reason she didn’t use her missile system was because it was to close in and that was when sixteen missiles came at him and all exploding against his mech leaving small craters all over his machine and four managed to hit his head removing every last shred of armor exposing him to the freezing weather of the snow covered world and clad only in shorts and boots his body shivered from the cold as the heat dissipated quickly.
Sandra smiled as she got him with his guard down as he was expecting LRMs not SRMs.’ Thanks dad for the great idea’ she thought
Back at base her father sneezed and his friend looked at him, “Someone close to me just thought something nice about me.” He said and his friend shook his head, “Or just a cold” his friend replied.
Sandra was glad for the urban area as she was able to put her full arsenal to great use and at such close range she just couldn’t really miss.
Aris still couldn’t believe he was surprised like that! She had a dummy missile to make it look as if she still had LRMs instead of her SRMs.
“You are dead one way or another unless you give up and I will let you live but you will lose your mech, decline and you die it’s as easy as that.” She said.
She was surprised by a pair of missiles fired from an SRM two but became annoyed as the Wasp had fired infernos at her setting her back on fire and with the mech so close she fired her small lasers and twisted and fired her Medium Laser and all struck it in the head killing the warrior within.
She still kept her eye on the Wraith and the moment he raised his left right arm she quickly twisted as she came down with her bladed weapon severing it at the elbow.
“Give up and power down your mech.” She demanded as her cross hairs burned brilliant gold and Aris felt he couldn’t serve his lord dead thus powered down.
“Tell the rest of your command to surrender and we will let them live.” Sandra said. Aris complied and soon the fighting was over.. at least on this world anyways.
Code: Select all
BattleMech Technical Readout Type/Model: Hatchetman HCT-3RB(Upgrade) Tech: Inner Sphere / 3055 Config: Biped BattleMech Rules: Level 2, Standard design Mass: 45 tons Chassis: Standard Power Plant: 225 Light Fusion Walking Speed: 54.0 km/h Maximum Speed: 86.4 km/h Jump Jets: 5 Standard Jump Jets Jump Capacity: 150 meters Armor Type: Ferro-Fibrous Armament: 2 ER Medium Lasers 4 LRM 5s 2 Small Lasers Manufacturer: (Unknown) Location: (Unknown) Communications System: (Unknown) Targeting & Tracking System: (Unknown) -------------------------------------------------------- Type/Model: Hatchetman HCT-3RB(R) Mass: 45 tons Equipment: Crits Mass Int. Struct.: 75 pts Standard 0 4.50 Engine: 225 Light 10 7.50 Walking MP: 5 Running MP: 8 Jumping MP: 5 Heat Sinks: 10 Double  3 .00 (Heat Sink Loc: 1 LT) Gyro: 4 3.00 Cockpit, Life Supt., Sensors: 5 3.00 Actuators: L: Sh+UA+LA+H R: Sh+UA+LA 15 .00 Armor Factor: 143 pts Ferro-Fibrous 14 8.00 (Armor Crit Loc: 3 LA, 3 RA, 2 LT, 2 RT, 2 LL, 2 RL) Internal Armor Structure Value Head: 3 9 Center Torso: 14 22 Center Torso (Rear): 6 L/R Side Torso: 11 16/16 L/R Side Torso (Rear): 5/5 L/R Arm: 7 14/14 L/R Leg: 11 18/18 Weapons and Equipment Loc Heat Ammo Crits Mass -------------------------------------------------------- 1 ER Medium Laser RA 5 1 1.00 2 LRM 5s RT 4 48 4 6.00 (Ammo Locations: 2 RT) 1 Small Laser RT(R) 1 1 .50 2 LRM 5s LT 4 2 4.00 1 Small Laser LT(R) 1 1 .50 1 ER Medium Laser CT 5 1 1.00 CASE Equipment: RT 1 .50 1 Hatchet LH 3 3.00 5 Standard Jump Jets: 5 2.50 (Jump Jet Loc: 2 LT, 2 RT, 1 CT) -------------------------------------------------------- TOTALS: 20 70 45.00 Crits & Tons Left: 8 .00 Calculated Factors: Total Cost: 6,226,445 C-Bills Battle Value: 1,160 Cost per BV: 5,367.63 Weapon Value: 865 / 865 (Ratio = .75 / .75) Damage Factors: SRDmg = 14; MRDmg = 13; LRDmg = 5 BattleForce2: MP: 5J, Armor/Structure: 4/3 Damage PB/M/L: 3/2/1, Overheat: 0 Class: MM; Point Value: 12 Specials: if