ChiCom Acquisitions and Mergers Department: Corporate mechas (6mm sci-fi)

 If you followed the progress of our Hell on Dodgson's World campaign, you will know that ChiCom are the evil corporate invaders, who sought to overthrow the existing peaceful regime on Dodgson's World. An alternative perspective, as generally publicised by the ChiCom Corporate Marketing and Brand Awareness Department, is that they came to Dodgson's World to provide the benefits of access to the wider galaxy in return for being allowed to mine certain valuable ores. However you view it, ChiCom has decided to beef up its Acquisitions and Mergers Department with a mecha company consisting of two stars of mechs. I imagine the committee meeting went something like this:

"So, we need mechs. Everyone else has them and our shareholders are getting anxious that we are not keeping up with the latest technology. Also, the CEO has demanded one instead of his company AV. Biggins, how's the market outlook on these?"

"I've done some market research on these, and it is clear that mechs will boost our share price through increased shareholder confidence. They are also a useful tax write-off, so they seem eminently affordable."

"Wiggins, what's out there and how do we sort this out?"

"I've examined existing organisations and it is clear that the Clans are superior to the Inner Sphere in every way, so I suggest that we organise our mechs as stars of 5 mechs each. The shareholders have expressed a preference for this and would prefer that we call them Stars rather than Lances. They also like the idea of naming each mecha to give our corporate negotiations a more personal touch."

"Right, Stars of five mechs each and names it is. Higgins, can we source mechs at a price that the shareholders like?"

"It's tough but I have a line on some mechs. Clan mechs are too expensive, but the Star organisation should be enough there. It is clear that this organisation works well, because the Clans are kicking the Inner Sphere's arse all over the place. Using this organisational structure will give the right impression to our shareholders even without the Clan mechs. I have put some feelers out and find a source of budget mechs that meet our criteria and will keep the shareholders happy."

"Biggins, what about names? You're marketing. What do you have for me?"

"Sir, the consultants have run the numbers and presented the options to the focus groups. I can safely say that we have some absolute doozies for you. They truly represent our mission and values. I am certain the CEO will love them."

"Great, we have a plan. Well done, Biggins, Wiggins and Higgins. Set up a purchase order and get the first company of mechs ordered. To the next order of business, the company picnic..."

The Mechas

Following the conclusion of our Hellfire campaign, I decided to repaint the ChiCom forces. The old paint jobs were very basic and I was not happy with them. I started on repainting infantry and vehicles and still have to finish them all off. I also decided to add some mechs because I was getting dragged back into the idea of big, stompy robots as fun on the table top. At that point, the EM4 mechs fit the budget nicely, so I got 10 of them and built them. Half got painted really quickly and the rest have languished until now. The plan is to field these as a generic opposing force in solo games of Horizon Wars, Hardwar, FutureWarCommander, 5150 No Quarter: Mecha Combat and Battle Suit Alpha. Other rules sets may also get involved but these are the main ones I currently have for this.

So, without further ado, I present the first two trinaries of the ChiCom Acquisitions and Mergers Department.

White Trinary

White 1: The Spirit of Corporate Unity

White 2: The Global Reorganisation

White 3: The Management Buyout

White 4: The Executive Headhunter

White 5: The Corporate Reshuffle

Red Trinary

Red 1: The Management Directive

Red 2: The Hostile Takeover

Red 3: The Emergency Board Meeting

Red 4: The Internal Memo

Red 5: The Departmental Downsizing

Epilogue

The CEO looked up from the paperwork about his new mecha force and frowned.

"Hmm..."

"Sir..."

"Shush! I'm pondering!"

"Sir!"

He stared at the documents again and frowned again.

He sighed.

"Excellent job, Miggins. The shareholders seem delighted and my stock is up several points. Keep up this sort of work and I'll have that new Type Y Luxury Cruiser before this time next year. Go and carry on the good work."

He looked down at the paperwork again. As soon as Miggins had left the office he tabbed through the screens back to the details on the Type Y Cruiser, checked off a few options and clicked buy.

"No point waiting. Miggins has this well in hand."

He sighed again. This time contentedly.

The Thrappled Lemmings and the Ghost Stone (Rangers of Shadow Deep)

 Fires on the horizon told Aethelwyrd that Aksel had done his job. She hoped he would escape with his patrol. She thought the little squirt had potential. There was not time to worry about him now though. The Lemmings needed to escort Nesra the Mage to the Ghost Stone that was producing all these spectres. Nesra would destroy it if she got the chance, and it was Aethelwyrd's job to ensure that she did get the chance. Her plan was a simple one. She and half the Lemmings would destroy the guards around the stone, making as much noise as possible to distract the enemy, while Nesra and the others sneaked up to it and then cast the requisite spells to blow it to oblivion. The Lemmings were good at making noise and wreaking havoc. They were joined by three men-at-arms who had survived the battle and were eager for revenge. She hoped it would be enough.

"Righty-ho, Lemmings, let's go."

She forced herself to sound confident, but she was worried about this. There were a lot of powerful foes out there. The two groups moved out. Ahead of them were the enemy and the stone. They would only get one chance at this.

Forward to death!

As she advanced, Aethelwyrd could see a captured Elven MagicMecha capable of shooting a ten foot bolt great distances. A hit from that would kill any one of her people. A maddened cultist leader had summoned a werewolf while the eldritch powers of an Orc shaman would rain spells on to her patrol if they did not stop the man in time. Worse yet, there were spectres emerging from the Ghost Stone and giant flies clearly anticipated a good meal after the slaughter. She led her small group into the shelter of a stand of bushes. If only they could get close enough before they were spotted.

Elven MagiMecha with Orc crew (figure is a D&D Modron)

It was fortunate that the wan green light and magical aura of the stone was attracting the attention of so many of her foes. They had moved up to it, making it easier for her people to sneak a little closer. Then the area was lit up with a blast of fire. Nesra had cast a fireball at the Orc shaman and his bodyguard.

Look at the glowing stone, not the enemy sneaking up on you!

"Charge!" yelled Aethelwyrd. Well, they had to make noise and now she needed to distract the monsters round the stone from Nesra.

Bergsveinn shot an arrow at the Orc using the Elven MagiMecha and wounded it. The others advanced quickly. His second arrow slew the Orc, even as Incunabulum stepped out of cover to launch a fireball at the mass of foes beside the Ghost Stone. Two of them were fried to a crisp. The rest remained unhurt. Howling its fury, the werewolf led the charge towards Aethelwyrd, who had taken up a position near the now uncrewed MagiMecha

"Oh shit!" she muttered. She had definitely got their attention! She yelled at the others with her, "Come on then! Get stuck in!"

They obeyed.

On the other flank, Nesra incinerated the Orc shaman and wounded his bodyguards with a fireball. Her bodyguards raced in to finish them off, although Gorbin the Ogre quickly found himself badly wounded.

As the monstrous horde descended on Aethelwyrd, Incunabulum fired a bolt of mystic energy at the cultist leader. Bergsveinn fired an arrow. Both wounded the gibbering maniac. Aethelwyrd cut the werewolf down with a lucky blow and stepped in to assault one of the advancing cultists. She was in turn attacked by the spectral horseman and the cultist leader. Deft footwork saw her wounded but pushing back and then slaying the cultist leader, but she was still sore beset and so were the others. Despite this, she had the satisfaction of seeing Nesra sprinting up to the Ghost Stone tempered by seeing Gorbin cut down. Unfortunately, the fires from the supply depot were dying down too.  Reinforcements would soon be here.

Beset by hordes of foes

No sooner had she thought this than more giant flies buzzed towards them, attracted by the scent of blood. She turned on the spectral horseman and cleaved it in two with a frenzied blow. As the others fought and slowly cut down their foes, Nesra went to work. It did not take long. The stone glowed brighter.

Nesra does her thing

"Flee! It's going to blow!"

True to her words, she fled, followed by her bodyguards. Those others who could joined her. The stone glowed even brighter and bolts of energy shot towards the heroes but none were hurt. As they ran, one of the men-at-arms was felled with an arrow even as others of the Lemmings cut down spectres and giant flies. The stone let out a huge scream and pulsed even brighter as two more cultists arrived from the supply depot. Most of the Lemmings stumbled as the scream jarred their sense and made them slow down to avoid falling.

The Thrappled Lemmings ran for their lives as the stone pulsed brighter and brighter. A high-pitched whining noise had joined the light show. Two werewolves arrived from the direction of the supply depot. Suddenly the night lit up in a cacophany of shrieking and screams and their was a flash of light brighter than all the previous ones put together. A loud cracking noise followed and then showers of stone shards flew through the air shredding several minions of the Shadow Deep that were too close to it.

Once they had outdistanced their foes, the Thrappled Lemmings headed for the rendezvous. They waited for their comrades and were soon joined by Gorbin and the two men-at-arms that had fallen. Their wounds were superficial, it turned out, but one of the guards had a wild staring look to him that indicated something else wrong.

They made their way back to their base and met up with Aksel's patrol before making their way back to base.

Later, they sat in the Bug and Bed tavern supping ale that would strip paint, but it was still more than welcome after their experiences.

"You did alright, Aksel," Aethelwyrd announced, "We'll make a Lemming of you yet."

Aksel swelled with pride at the high praise.

"Now, you know what the most important job that potential Lemmings have, don't you?"

Aksel shook his head uncertainly. This sounded ominous.

"You need to buy us beer. The next round is on you. And so is the one after that."

Aksel headed to the bar. He would be skint by the end of the night, but he had found a home. More importantly, he had helped to stabilise this front against the Shadow Deep. They had not won, but Lord Arklin could hold for now, which meant that his friends and family would be able to enjoy their lives for a while longer. Yes, and the legendary Thrappled Lemmings had spilt buckets of their own blood to help. No doubt more would be spilt later but for now peace reigned... well, at least until the Thrappled Lemmings started yet another tavern brawl, but that was part of their charm. Aksel smiled as he gathered up the tray of ale and headed back to the table with it.

I got lucky in this scenario because Nesra managed to ignite the stone on the first try, which meant many fewer enemies to fight than would otherwise have been the case. As has been the case with much of this campaign, fireball spells seem remarkably ineffective. Even with the immensely target-rich environment of this scenario, only a few figures were actually even hurt by the fireballs. That was a bit disappointing because in my head fireballs should be more like nuclear bombs! Other than that, the heroes fought well, suffered a few knocks and kept going when it was needed.

This has been a great campaign. My experience of Frostgrave suggested that combat would be far too swingy, but it actually did not seem too bad for the most part and playing solo ameliorated the worst of it. My competitive instincts would probably have been aroused by an opponent that was not me, so the swinginess would have become an issue, while I am much more relaxed and interested in the narrative when playing solo.

And that's a wrap (until the next scenario collection is published). The Lemmings have fought the Shadow Deep to a stand still and I shall move on to something else for a while.