Over the decades of novels and game fluff by 30 different authors, sometimes the head cockpit is super cramped, sometimes it has a jump seat and sometimes it’s almost comfortable for a passenger. There are two-person cockpit as well, for command mechs like the Battlemaster.
And on the tabletop, rolling the random hit location for the HD can mean the game suddenly swings in your favor. We players have probably all experienced a turn one PPC to the face!
Heck, I’ve seen a battle turn because someone took a step backwards down a hill (using the optional rule that allows that with a PSR), failed their piloting skill roll, tripped over their own feet, and managed to fall on the cockpit, instantly crushing the pilot. In an otherwise pristine Supernova.
On the upside, they’d be an amazing fighter. On the downside, I’d give them about five minutes before they go completely nuts and do something very, very stupid. In any case, I’d prefer to be as far from whichever planet we’re doing this on as possible.
Over the decades of novels and game fluff by 30 different authors, sometimes the head cockpit is super cramped, sometimes it has a jump seat and sometimes it’s almost comfortable for a passenger. There are two-person cockpit as well, for command mechs like the Battlemaster.
And on the tabletop, rolling the random hit location for the HD can mean the game suddenly swings in your favor. We players have probably all experienced a turn one PPC to the face!
Heck, I’ve seen a battle turn because someone took a step backwards down a hill (using the optional rule that allows that with a PSR), failed their piloting skill roll, tripped over their own feet, and managed to fall on the cockpit, instantly crushing the pilot. In an otherwise pristine Supernova.
Y’know, superior Clan MechWarriors and such.
Must have been a Jade Falcon, quiaff?
Either that or a Goliath Scorpion on way too much necrosia.
Imagine a Manei Domini with Enhanced Imaging tattoos on Necrosia.
On the upside, they’d be an amazing fighter. On the downside, I’d give them about five minutes before they go completely nuts and do something very, very stupid. In any case, I’d prefer to be as far from whichever planet we’re doing this on as possible.
It’s probably either Turtle Bay or somewhere in the St. Ives Compact, since they get beat on pretty often.