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Catastrophe Unlimited
Copyright © 2018 by Harebrained Schemes, LLC
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Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without
written permission from the publisher.
Catastrophe Unlimited is produced by Harebrained Schemes.
www.harebrained-schemes.com
Cover art by Marco Mazzoni.
Licensing by Microsoft.
Catastrophe Unlimited
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MICHAEL STACKPOLE
Catastrophe Unlimited
Chapter One
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Fallville, Solaris VII (The Game World)
Rahneshire, Lyran Commonwealth
28 April 3001
“Spurs,
cut left.
Locust
on your
six.”
Walter de Mesnil wrenched his COM-3A
Commando
around to his left. He let the golden crosshairs drift over the
Locust’s
bird-legged silhouette, but it came fast and he had trouble tracking it. After
what seemed like forever, the dot at the heart of the aiming reticle blinked
boldly, and he squeezed his triggers.
The short-range missile launcher in the middle of his humanoid
’Mech’s
chest launched a salvo of six missiles. Two of them hit, blasting the armor off
the
Locust’s
left-wing weapon pod. A second salvo, from the SRM in the
Commando’s
right arm, hit full on, peppering explosions across the
Locust’s
center and right torso. A wave of heat washed up through
Walter’s
cockpit as
the
Commando’s
medium laser turned armor on the
Locust’s
right wing into slag.
The angry scarlet light carried on through the evaporating armor and sparked
a red glow in the
Locust’s
ferro-titanium bones, but left its weaponry intact.
Sorry, Spurs.
The
Locust
sported small and medium lasers in its pods, and it trained all
of them on
Spurs’s
Wasp.
Red beams flashed out. A medium and a small laser
melted the armor on the right side of the
Wasp’s
chest, though they burned
through to the interior without destroying anything vital. The other medium
laser sliced away all the
Wasp’s
armor on its left leg. The last small laser carved
a black crescent on the
Wasp’s
right shoulder.
The damage done
hadn’t
been enough to seriously hamper the
Wasp,
but
the pilot
wasn’t
experienced enough to handle all the flashing lights and
warning sounds echoing in the cockpit. Still, the
Wasp
brought its weapons in
line with the
Locust
and fired back. Spurs missed wide with the medium laser,
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