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TABLE OF CONTENTS
TABLE OF CONTENTS
SINS OF THE FATHER
INTRODUCTION
How to Use This Book
About the Chaos Rampant Campaign
WAR WITHOUT BORDERS
On the Precipice
The Archonette Policy: Steiner’s Folly?
Odessa: How?
Blame Game
Reconstruction Deconstruction
Victor and Isis: The Truth
Taurian WarShip Bombards Midale
New Avalon Recovery: A Long Road
Hell’s Horses Stalled
EARLY 3075: THE RAZOR’S EDGE
Frayed at the Seams
Brotherhood United
A Pirate’s Life for Me
Ferihegy Capital Arcology Bombed, Thousands Dead
Vermezzo Fighting Continues
Akfata Reclaimed
Actions Speak Louder
Internal Affairs
Protective Measures
The Rim Commonality Stands Alone
Regulan Pride
Royal Wedding
The Hill
Alone Against the Universe
Your Nation Stands with You!
Snakes or Saviors?
Magestrix Arrives on Andurien with Praise, Warnings
Coalition-Building
Never Again!
What to Give the Freedom Fighter
who has Everything?
New Com Guard Recruitment Drive a Success
Chain of Command
And In Other News…
Suicide Bomber
Chasing Shadows
Rogue Bears Hit Odessa!
Buried Dragon
Lyran, League Troops Repel Circinus Invaders
Taurians Attack Brusett
Chaos Overwhelming, Part 1: Early 3075
Roman Candle
Dante’s Daydream
Acid Rain
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LATE 3075: THE TURNING TIDE
Collective Fury
Cebalrai Free, but at What Cost?
Fighting on Galatea Continues
Viva La Resistance!
The Living Must Envy the Dead
Fissures of Fire
MarketWatch
Best-Laid Plans
Under New Management
And if Billy Jumped Off the Cliff…
Filtvelt Forces Redeploy
Peripheral Concerns
Canopus Free!
Association Council Bombed!
Magestrix Centrella-Liao Vows Swift Return
And In Other News…
Northwind: The Forgotten Front
Heavens Afire
Tell-Tale Heart
Taming of the Bears
Chaos Overwhelming, Part 2: Late 3075
Mortis Rictus
Iron Giants
EARLY 3076: DOMINOS FALLING
The Coalition Rises
Galatea Secured
Into the Protectorate
Gaia Speaks
Shadow Play
ComStar Denies Use of
Nuclear Weapons on Campbelton
Andurien, Mosiro Sign Defense Pact
Ominous Warnings
The Knights’ Last Stand
Honor and Duty
Clan Etiquette
Raven Rumbles
Hellion Renegades Test Rasalhague Defense
Diamond Sharks Expanding Influence
Khan Marthe Pryde Slain!
And In Other News…
Democracy Now Trials Begin on Kaumberg
Rogue Mercenaries Turn on Niops
A Victory Against Terror
Remembering Uncle
Chaos Overwhelming, Part 3: Early 3076
Comes the Reaper
Infestation
LATE 3076: TOTAL WARFARE
Convergence
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Belle Lee on the Move
The New Earth Raid
For the Greater Good
Martial Davion Reports
Terrorist Strikes Threaten Recovery Efforts
Ghost Bears Advance in Protectorate
Massacre on Kessel
The Protectorate Curtain: What to Expect?
Victory on New Hessen
Grim Portents
SelaSys Yards Attacked
Captain-General Corrine Marik
Decries Regulan Treachery
Dyev Hit by Blakist Counterattack!
And In Other News…
Kittery Manifesto
Black Heart Roses Dead
Disaster on New Kyoto
Styk Descending
AFFS Restructuring
Rasalhague Rebellion
Chairperson Olsen Recovering, May Return Soon
Chaos Overwhelming, Part 4: Late 3076
Slugger’s Paradise
Starfall
Wave of Confusion
Steel City
TAKING STOCK
Bounty Hunting Boom
Blackwell Hit Again, Dissolution Possible
Behind the Wall of Stone
Kithrong Quits
Knights of St. Cameron Vanish
The Yamato Conspiracy
Kittery Prefecture, Three Years On
JIHAD HOT SPOTS: 3076 RULES ANNEX
Unconventional Weapons
Unwilling Allies
Kearny-Fuchida “Super-Jump” Technology
Kearny-Fuchida “Super-HPG” Technology
New Vehicles
Moltke Main Battle Tank
Bolla Stealth Tank
New ’Mechs
Tundra Wolf
NH-1A
Rook
OWR-2M
Ostwar
New DropShips
Interdictor-class
Pocket WarShip
Arondight-class
Pocket WarShip
New WarShip
Newgrange-class
YardShip
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CREDITS
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CREDITS
Writing
Joel “Welshman” Bancroft-Connors
Herbert A. Beas II
Craig Erne
Ken’ Horner
Kevin Killiany
Nick “Gunslinger” Marsala
David L. McCulloch
Steve Mohan, Jr.
Ben Rome
Björn Schmidt
Øystein Tvedten
Patrick “Roosterboy” Wynne
Andreas Zuber
Sins of the Father
Jim Rapkins
Rules Annex and Chaos Overwhelming
Herbert A. Beas II
Ken’ Horner
Nick “Gunslinger” Marsala
David L. McCulloch
Ben Rome
Andreas Zuber
Product Development
Herbert A. Beas II
Product Editing
Diane Piron-Gelman
BattleTech Line Developer
Herbert A. Beas II
Production Staff
Art Direction
Randall N. Bills
Cover Art
Klaus Scherwinski
Cover Design
Adam Jury
Layout
Matt Heerdt
Illustrations
Douglas Chaffee
Brent Evans
Florian Stitz
Special Thanks
To Randall for his ongoing support on this and every
other BattleTech project I’ve worked on. Our esteemed
playtester and fact-checker apparatus. The six “Herblets”:
Annie, Oscar, Merlin, Meggie, Blaze, and Logan (the lone
canine). And, as it shall be until we all fall, Rebecca “Beckie”
J Beas; though it’s been our rockiest road yet, we’re still
walking it together.
Playtesters
Ron “Steel Hawke” Barter, James Richard Brown, Rich
Cencarik, Konstantin Dika, Nicholai Duda, Tami “McKenna”
Elder, Bruce Ford, Anthony “Shadhawk” Hardenburgh,
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Michael “Konan” Koning, Alan Kreilick, Chris Marti, Mike
Miller, Darrell “Flailing Death” Myers, Blaine Pardoe, Aaron
Pollyea, Luke Robertson, Andreas Rudolph, Eric Salzman,
Christopher K. Searls, Jeff Skidmore, Joel Steverson, Geoff
Swift, Chris “Chinless” Wheeler.
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SINS OF THE FATHER
SINS OF THE FATHER
MASTERSTON MEMORIAL SPACE PORT
REGULUS CITY, REGULUS
PRINCIPALITY OF REGULUS
4 APRIL 3076
It should have been a landing like any other, a long aerodyne
DropShip coming to rest at the end of the designated runway,
oblivious to the attention it drew. But the way the newly
constructed air-defense towers continued to track the vessel
with their gun sights—even after it had stopped—gave lie to any
trappings of innocence. Large, yet sleek, and bristling with guns,
the
Assault Triumph-class
DropShip was a powerful threat by
itself, but what its fading scarlet to black hull represented—and
whom it carried within—added an air of malevolence that
amplified its threat a hundred fold. Several geysers of steam,
jetting from cooling vents and pressure releases, announced
the end of the craft’s rolling journey, close enough for the hated
image of its downturned broadsword insignia to be seen clearly
from the ground.
The Word of Blake.
In perches surrounding the landing pad, fingers tightened
involuntarily within their trigger guards—their owners catching
themselves instants before they reached the pressure point.
Despite everything that had happened, despite all the suffering,
and despite the utter despair that had gripped the heart of the
Regulan nation since the last time that broadsword showed itself
here, the soldiers held their fire. Because this vessel had landed
under a flag of truce.
Colonel Michelle Cameron-Jones of the First Regulan Hussars
could sense the tension among the “honor guards” on the tarmac
as keenly as she could within herself. Though she sat inside a
heated limousine, tapping her fingers on the smooth upholstery
as the vehicle passed yet another camouflaged bunker, she felt
the chill in the air outside, where the infantry guardsmen stood
behind plastic snowshields. Ever since the Night of Fire, the
weather around the capital had been erratic; the meteorologists
blamed it partly on nature, but they didn’t discount the effects
of the ash clouds that rose from the city on that day, and the jet
black smoke that darkened the sky for hundreds of kilometers,
for weeks on end.
The legacy of the Word’s last visit.
The limousine was part of a long convoy that slowly snaked
towards the grounded DropShip. Her husband, Prince Titus
Cameron-Jones, was in a different vehicle for security reasons.
And their son, Lester, was safe back at the palace, in the Hall of
Serenity with his minders—along with his grandfather and
his
minders.
The thought of the former Prince of Regulus made Michelle’s
eyes narrow slightly as she watched the Blakist DropShip loom
ever closer.
What has your arrogance cost us, Kirc?
Michelle looked over the units deployed on the tarmac,
nodding her approval. The heavy Merkava tanks were not a
credible threat against the Blakist DropShip, but they acted as
both honor guard and local security force, drawing the casual
observer’s attention toward them while presenting a credible
threat to the Blakists’ dignitaries. The squat vehicles also shielded
the convoy from the gun ports on the heat-scorched DropShip’s
flank. It was a small measure, but it showed her subordinate
was thinking. Force Commander Hunter would replace her at
the head of the First if she fell today, and the man’s competence
reassured Michelle that both her nation and her son were in
capable hands. The Night of Fire would
not
happen again.
And just in case the Blakists violated their own truce flag,
Michelle knew a hidden reinforced artillery battalion lay in wait
amongst the many yellow construction vehicles scattered about
the spaceport. If the Blakists started something, they wouldn’t
leave the planet alive.
At least we can match them here, on the ground.
Panic had gripped the planet when the former FWLS
Corinth
had appeared in orbit above the planet five days ago, escorted
by a veritable swarm of fighters and combat DropShips. RSS
analysis had calculated the attendant fleet could hold as many as
two regiments’ worth of troops, and while the growing Regulan
Defense Force could match those numbers, the depleted
Regulan fleet—which had immediately moved to intercept the
Blakist flotilla—could not. General Orfelt had ordered the fleet
back to a more defensive posture, and the command staff had
argued on how to stop the Blakists from landing.
And then the Blakists had made their demands known.
A meeting.
Titus Cameron-Jones, Michelle’s husband and erstwhile
commander-in-chief of the Regulan Defense Forces had invested
heavily in Regulus’ reconstruction, assuaging its people’s fear
in the wake of that Night. Fear of the Blakist reprisals, fear of
persecution for real and imagined slights against the State—and
by “State,” Michelle naturally thought of “Captain-General”
Kirc Cameron-Jones—had deeply scarred the Regulan psyche.
It would take years to heal the wounds the brutal assault and
the resulting crackdown had caused, and Titus believed the
best policy to help encourage this healing was one of honesty
between government and citizens. Telling the truth—no matter
how painful.
The thought made Michelle smile wistfully.
Titus was a good man and had the potential to be a great one,
but he was not a warrior. She had imposed a news blackout to
prevent further panic from spreading, something that was almost
impossible with the blocky shape of the
Thera-class
WarShip
silhouetting itself against the bright disc of Zamzama, Regulus’
moon. The more uninformed news organizations—were
there any
other kind?—had
proclaimed the arrival of allied forces, ignorant
of the fact Regulus stood alone.

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