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A TOTAL WARFARE COmpAniOn
TABLE OF CONTENTS
SAMADH
Fusion
36
4
Time of Trials
36
Ghost Hunting
37
DULCE ET DECORUM EST
Ascension
38
4
Come the Pale Horse
38
Building a Nightmare
38
Collision
38
INTRODUCTION
How to Use This Book
10
OPACUS VENATORI
PERSONNEL
11
A BRIEF HISTORY:
DAWN OF THE JIHAD
Hope
40
Berith
40
12
Kendali Morris
41
Mi Tomitaki
42
12
Rufus Black Bear
43
Rage
12
Havalah Cazer
44
Jihad
12
Achillius St. John
45
Samadh
13
Kari Marita
46
Bryn Rivenschild
47
THE BLACK WIDOW
COMPANY
Origins 15
Legend 15
Metamorphosis 15
Spider Legacy 16
Death Ground 16
Exodus 17
A Time for Pain 17
A Time for Vengeance 17
Ghosts 18
Strangers From the Sky 18
Painful Reminders 18
A Meeting 18
Turning Back the Tide 19
Breakout 19
Widows Unleashed 19
THE BLACK WIDOW COMPANY
PERSONNEL
Captain Stacy Church
Elizabeth Rodriguez
48
14
Cassius Montague
49
Portia Thomas
50
Jacqueline Norman
51
RULES ANNEX
Advanced MechWarrior Abilities
52
52
Black Widows
52
Opacus Venatori
53
BattleMech Quirks
55
Black Widows
55
Opacus Venatori
55
Advanced Weapons and Equipment
56
Advanced Weapons and Equipment Costs
62
Calculating BV (Addendum)
62
Constructing a Battle Force (Addendum)
63
Wolf and Blake Campaign: Tempest Rising
64
Tracks
64
Campaign Special Rules
65
Warchest Point System
67
20
Getting Started
67
Warchest Points Between Tracks
68
20
Campaign Tracking Sheets
70
Lieutenant Jacob Kincaid
21
The Setup: Black Widows
70
Francine
22
The Setup: Opacus Venatori
71
Calvin Magdaleno
23
Mission: Recon
72
Lieutenant Eirene Rondema
24
Mission: Strike
72
Orrin Fletcher
25
Mission: Flank
73
Michael Ramirez
26
Mission: Supply
74
Max Henricksen
27
Mission: Defend
75
Lieutenant Wyatt Rolfe
28
Mission: Assault
76
Neil Gibson
29
Mission: Withdrawal
77
Halle Yost
30
Touchpoint: Elgin (Black Widows)
77
Russel Madison
31
Touchpoint: Saiph (Black Widows)
78
OPACUS VENATORI
Birth of Destiny
Touchpoint: Fomalhaut (Black Widows)
79
32
Touchpoint: Liberty (Opacus Venatori)
81
Touchpoint: Sheratan (Opacus Venatori)
82
33
Touchpoint: Hamal (Opacus Venatori)
83
Opacus
33
Touchpoint: Terra Firm
84
No Quarter
34
Touchpoint: Procyon
85
Venatori
34
Touchpoint: Rigel Kentarus
86
Eye of the Storm
35
Jardine
35
RECORD SHEETS
Destiny’s Hand
35
89
Dieron
35
Showdown
35
CREDITS
Project Concept
Randall N. Bills
Special Thanks
To Iron Wind Metals, who just keep supporting
Classic BattleTech
and all my crazy ideas, such as the ’MechPacks to support these
Starterbooks, not to mention the entire new Celestial OmniMechs
series of miniatures.
To Jim Rapkins and Björn Schmidt, who went above and beyond
both in fact checking but in helping to generate costs and battle
values, even as we kept changing the rules.
Writing
Ben Rome
Jason Schmetzer
Additional Writing
Herbert A. Beas II
Product Development
Randall N. Bills
Assistant Development
Herb Beas
Playtesters and Fact-Checkers
Daniel Ball, Dave Baughman, Charles Borner, Rich Cencarik,
Brent Dill, Dan Eastwood, Bruce Ford, Aaron Gregory, Jon
Haward, Glenn Hopkins, Nadine Klatt, Peter LaCasse, Ed Laferty,
Lou Meyers, Mike Miller, Darrell Myers, Aaron Pollyea, Medron
Pryde, Rick Raisley, Rick Remer, Jason Richter, Chris Snyder, Joel
Steverson, Geof Swift, Chris Searls, Bruce Terren, Chris Wheeler
and Charles Wilson.
Product Editing
Annalise Raziq
BattleTech Line Developer
Herbert A. Beas II
Proofers
Jim Rapkins, Björn Schmidt, Jim Rapkins, Øystein Tvedten, Chris
Wheeler, Patrick T. Wynne, and Andreas Zuber.
Production Staf
Art Direction
Randall N. Bills
Cover Art
Doug Chafee
Cover Design
Adam Jury
Classic BattleTech Logo Design
Shane Hartley and Steve Walker
Evolved Word of Blake and Wolf ’s Dragoon Design
Ray Arrastia
David M. Stansel-Garner
Jason Vargas
Graphic Presentation
Troy Stansel-Garner
David M. Stansel-Garner
Adam Jury
Layout
Adam Jury
Illustrations
Ray Arrastia
Miniatures Painting & Photography
William S. Burt
Ray Arrastia
Record Sheets
David L. McCulloch
Map
Øystein Tvedten
©2008 WizKids Inc. All Rights Reserved. Starterbook: Wolf and
Blake, Classic BattleTech, BattleTech, ’Mech, BattleMech, and WK
Games are registered trademarks and/or trademarks of WizKids,
Inc. in the United States and/or other countries. No part of this work
may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in
any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing
of the Copyright Owner, nor be otherwise circulated in any form
other than that in which it is published. Printed in Thailand.
Published by Catalyst Game Labs,
an imprint of InMediaRes Productions, LLC
PMB 202 • 303 91
st
Ave NE • G701 • Lake Stevens, WA 98258
FiND US ONLiNE:
Precentor_martial@classicbattletech.com
(e-mail address for any Classic BattleTech questions)
http://www.classicbattletech.com
(oicial Classic BattleTech web pages)
http://www.CatalystGameLabs.com
(Catalyst web pages)
http://www.wizkidsgames.com/mechwarrior/
(oicial MechWarrior web pages)
http://www.wizkidsgames.com
(WizKids web pages)
http://www.battlecorps.com
(Oicial iction website)
http://www.battlecorps.com/catalog
(online ordering)
3
RA
/
WB
For the irst time half of the Black Widows ight as a cohesive force on Outreach.
SAMADH
DULCE ET DECORUM EST
Berith gathers his forces on Hamal before wiping out another noble house.
WB
Outside Harlech
Outreach
Word of Blake Protectorate
22 January 3070
“Contact!” Jacob Kincaid called. In her HUD, Kincaid’s
Uziel
spun in
place and then dashed forward, both arms coming up. The rotary
cannons in each arm spun up to speed and then belched lame
as they spat armor-piercing rounds at their maximum rate of ire.
Stacy started the
Zeus
lumbering after him and looked to his target,
a gunmetal-gray
Clint
. She zoomed in on the ’Mech’s insignia and
snarled.
Broadsword Legion.
“Kill it!” she spat. Her ingers brought the
Zeus
’ weapons up to bear
before her mind caught up with what she was driving. Her old
Mad
Cat
would have ranged with no problem, but this
Zeus
wasn’t a long-
arm ighter. She jammed the throttle forward and gritted her teeth
against the
Zeus
’ heavy footfalls. A white-silver blur snapped past
her as Rondema ired, and she saw Barstow’s
Phoenix Hawk
leap
skyward on blue-white plasma jets.
Two more gray BattleMechs stepped around the escarpment
beside the
Clint
. The
Zeus
’ computer pinged out identifications
as soon as the icons appeared on her HUD. Stacy glanced at
them from the corner of her eye—
Initiate
and
Buccaneer
, familiar
Word of Blake machines—but kept watching the range counter
come down.
“We can’t get trapped here against the DropShip,” Kincaid said. The
buzz-saw roar of his rotaries cut back as he scaled back the rate of
Captain Stacy Church looked up at the smoking hulk of the
DropShip from the cockpit of her
Zeus
and held in the shuddering
breath she felt tugging at her chest. The
Leopard
would never ly
again, but she’d already seen the surviving crew escape in a skimmer.
Three of her ’Mechs were already disembarked, but Barstow’s
Phoenix Hawk
was jammed in the egress cradle. Eirene Rondema’s
Gallowglas
twisted at the torso before iring its lasers back into the
bay. There was licker of relected light and then a rending crash
that roared out of the bay door.
“I’m free,” Barstow called.
“Assemble on me,” Stacy said, turning the
Zeus
to face the terrain.
She shook her head. It was just like Arc-Royal. “Black Widows,” she
whispered. “Natasha would have killed us all by now.” Barely on-
world two minutes and already they’d lost a DropShip and had to
shoot one of their ’Mechs free. Barstow’s
Phoenix Hawk
appeared
at the ’Mech bay door.
“Looks like home,” he said, just before a spear of PPC ire stabbed
directly into the PXH’s chest.
Hagia Sophia, Istanbul
Terra, Word of Blake Protectorate
10 January 3070
Slowly, carefully, like pulling strands of yarn from a tapestry, he
began to take the memories of his life and examine them. Mistakes
made. Moral choices gone awry. Lives taken. So much bloodshed,
violence, war. His responsibilities training elite soldiers to conduct
missions that are never discussed, never mentioned.
In his mind, he laid these all out in the open. The horror of it all
was there. Naked, for his soul and mind to examine. Repulsed by
his own actions, he shuddered again, the spasm driving him to
his knees.
Finally, the silence. It thundered around him, there in the apse.
The millennia of mankind’s work silently mocked him; his life was but
dust, compared to the art and magniicence that surrounded him.
Created in an age when man was planetbound, worshipping God
and Devil, suborning himself to the presence of higher powers.
He remembered his studies at Sandhurst, the “Age of Expansion”
that occurred when man inally spread to space. Religion had a
rough time of it then, attempting to reconcile spiritual faith and the
stars. But when it came down to it, faith still won out. It was a core
component of the human machine. To kill faith, killed the man.
In that moment, his choice became crystallized. No longer
was he subjected to the whims of man, the wiles of the lesh. He
glanced down at the prosthetic limb again, feeling the weight
of it and savoring it. His lesh hand came up and touched the
Precentor Benjamin Emory stared at the
mihrab
in front of him.
He admired the intricate artwork and mosaic that covered the false
doorway; he longed to rise from his chair, reach out with his hand
and caress the marble, feel the ages worn into the stone.
Instead, his leshy hand ingered the seam of his simple robe, tied
tight around his waist.
Once he crossed that threshold, everything would change.
He hesitated again, feeling the weight of his prosthetic pulling at
his shoulder. He remembered in the past, when Ri would massage
the aches in his neck and shoulders when he had furlough. Benjamin
closed his eye briely, savoring the memory. He could almost feel her
delicate ingers running through his scalp, caressing.
The memory triggered an involuntary shudder, causing him to
convulse briely. His prosthetic swung slightly, tapping his thigh. He
bowed his head in remembrance of his late wife.
Blinking back the threatening tears, he focused again on the
mihrab
. Lost himself in the depths of the ancient art, painted so long
ago by Muslim artisans, then restored with loving care shortly after
Jerome Blake had seized Terra to safeguard it.
5
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A TOTAL WARFARE COmpAniOn
TABLE OF CONTENTS
SAMADH
Fusion
36
4
Time of Trials
36
Ghost Hunting
37
DULCE ET DECORUM EST
Ascension
38
4
Come the Pale Horse
38
Building a Nightmare
38
Collision
38
INTRODUCTION
How to Use This Book
10
OPACUS VENATORI
PERSONNEL
11
A BRIEF HISTORY:
DAWN OF THE JIHAD
Hope
40
Berith
40
12
Kendali Morris
41
Mi Tomitaki
42
12
Rufus Black Bear
43
Rage
12
Havalah Cazer
44
Jihad
12
Achillius St. John
45
Samadh
13
Kari Marita
46
Bryn Rivenschild
47
THE BLACK WIDOW
COMPANY
Origins 15
Legend 15
Metamorphosis 15
Spider Legacy 16
Death Ground 16
Exodus 17
A Time for Pain 17
A Time for Vengeance 17
Ghosts 18
Strangers From the Sky 18
Painful Reminders 18
A Meeting 18
Turning Back the Tide 19
Breakout 19
Widows Unleashed 19
THE BLACK WIDOW COMPANY
PERSONNEL
Captain Stacy Church
Elizabeth Rodriguez
48
14
Cassius Montague
49
Portia Thomas
50
Jacqueline Norman
51
RULES ANNEX
Advanced MechWarrior Abilities
52
52
Black Widows
52
Opacus Venatori
53
BattleMech Quirks
55
Black Widows
55
Opacus Venatori
55
Advanced Weapons and Equipment
56
Advanced Weapons and Equipment Costs
62
Calculating BV (Addendum)
62
Constructing a Battle Force (Addendum)
63
Wolf and Blake Campaign: Tempest Rising
64
Tracks
64
Campaign Special Rules
65
Warchest Point System
67
20
Getting Started
67
Warchest Points Between Tracks
68
20
Campaign Tracking Sheets
70
Lieutenant Jacob Kincaid
21
The Setup: Black Widows
70
Francine
22
The Setup: Opacus Venatori
71
Calvin Magdaleno
23
Mission: Recon
72
Lieutenant Eirene Rondema
24
Mission: Strike
72
Orrin Fletcher
25
Mission: Flank
73
Michael Ramirez
26
Mission: Supply
74
Max Henricksen
27
Mission: Defend
75
Lieutenant Wyatt Rolfe
28
Mission: Assault
76
Neil Gibson
29
Mission: Withdrawal
77
Halle Yost
30
Touchpoint: Elgin (Black Widows)
77
Russel Madison
31
Touchpoint: Saiph (Black Widows)
78
OPACUS VENATORI
Birth of Destiny
Touchpoint: Fomalhaut (Black Widows)
79
32
Touchpoint: Liberty (Opacus Venatori)
81
Touchpoint: Sheratan (Opacus Venatori)
82
33
Touchpoint: Hamal (Opacus Venatori)
83
Opacus
33
Touchpoint: Terra Firm
84
No Quarter
34
Touchpoint: Procyon
85
Venatori
34
Touchpoint: Rigel Kentarus
86
Eye of the Storm
35
Jardine
35
RECORD SHEETS
Destiny’s Hand
35
89
Dieron
35
Showdown
35
CREDITS
Project Concept
Randall N. Bills
Special Thanks
To Iron Wind Metals, who just keep supporting
Classic BattleTech
and all my crazy ideas, such as the ’MechPacks to support these
Starterbooks, not to mention the entire new Celestial OmniMechs
series of miniatures.
To Jim Rapkins and Björn Schmidt, who went above and beyond
both in fact checking but in helping to generate costs and battle
values, even as we kept changing the rules.
Writing
Ben Rome
Jason Schmetzer
Additional Writing
Herbert A. Beas II
Product Development
Randall N. Bills
Assistant Development
Herb Beas
Playtesters and Fact-Checkers
Daniel Ball, Dave Baughman, Charles Borner, Rich Cencarik,
Brent Dill, Dan Eastwood, Bruce Ford, Aaron Gregory, Jon
Haward, Glenn Hopkins, Nadine Klatt, Peter LaCasse, Ed Laferty,
Lou Meyers, Mike Miller, Darrell Myers, Aaron Pollyea, Medron
Pryde, Rick Raisley, Rick Remer, Jason Richter, Chris Snyder, Joel
Steverson, Geof Swift, Chris Searls, Bruce Terren, Chris Wheeler
and Charles Wilson.
Product Editing
Annalise Raziq
BattleTech Line Developer
Herbert A. Beas II
Proofers
Jim Rapkins, Björn Schmidt, Jim Rapkins, Øystein Tvedten, Chris
Wheeler, Patrick T. Wynne, and Andreas Zuber.
Production Staf
Art Direction
Randall N. Bills
Cover Art
Doug Chafee
Cover Design
Adam Jury
Classic BattleTech Logo Design
Shane Hartley and Steve Walker
Evolved Word of Blake and Wolf ’s Dragoon Design
Ray Arrastia
David M. Stansel-Garner
Jason Vargas
Graphic Presentation
Troy Stansel-Garner
David M. Stansel-Garner
Adam Jury
Layout
Adam Jury
Illustrations
Ray Arrastia
Miniatures Painting & Photography
William S. Burt
Ray Arrastia
Record Sheets
David L. McCulloch
Map
Øystein Tvedten
©2008 WizKids Inc. All Rights Reserved. Starterbook: Wolf and
Blake, Classic BattleTech, BattleTech, ’Mech, BattleMech, and WK
Games are registered trademarks and/or trademarks of WizKids,
Inc. in the United States and/or other countries. No part of this work
may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in
any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing
of the Copyright Owner, nor be otherwise circulated in any form
other than that in which it is published. Printed in Thailand.
Published by Catalyst Game Labs,
an imprint of InMediaRes Productions, LLC
PMB 202 • 303 91
st
Ave NE • G701 • Lake Stevens, WA 98258
FiND US ONLiNE:
Precentor_martial@classicbattletech.com
(e-mail address for any Classic BattleTech questions)
http://www.classicbattletech.com
(oicial Classic BattleTech web pages)
http://www.CatalystGameLabs.com
(Catalyst web pages)
http://www.wizkidsgames.com/mechwarrior/
(oicial MechWarrior web pages)
http://www.wizkidsgames.com
(WizKids web pages)
http://www.battlecorps.com
(Oicial iction website)
http://www.battlecorps.com/catalog
(online ordering)
3
RA
/
WB
For the irst time half of the Black Widows ight as a cohesive force on Outreach.
SAMADH
DULCE ET DECORUM EST
Berith gathers his forces on Hamal before wiping out another noble house.
WB
Outside Harlech
Outreach
Word of Blake Protectorate
22 January 3070
“Contact!” Jacob Kincaid called. In her HUD, Kincaid’s
Uziel
spun in
place and then dashed forward, both arms coming up. The rotary
cannons in each arm spun up to speed and then belched lame
as they spat armor-piercing rounds at their maximum rate of ire.
Stacy started the
Zeus
lumbering after him and looked to his target,
a gunmetal-gray
Clint
. She zoomed in on the ’Mech’s insignia and
snarled.
Broadsword Legion.
“Kill it!” she spat. Her ingers brought the
Zeus
’ weapons up to bear
before her mind caught up with what she was driving. Her old
Mad
Cat
would have ranged with no problem, but this
Zeus
wasn’t a long-
arm ighter. She jammed the throttle forward and gritted her teeth
against the
Zeus
’ heavy footfalls. A white-silver blur snapped past
her as Rondema ired, and she saw Barstow’s
Phoenix Hawk
leap
skyward on blue-white plasma jets.
Two more gray BattleMechs stepped around the escarpment
beside the
Clint
. The
Zeus
’ computer pinged out identifications
as soon as the icons appeared on her HUD. Stacy glanced at
them from the corner of her eye—
Initiate
and
Buccaneer
, familiar
Word of Blake machines—but kept watching the range counter
come down.
“We can’t get trapped here against the DropShip,” Kincaid said. The
buzz-saw roar of his rotaries cut back as he scaled back the rate of
Captain Stacy Church looked up at the smoking hulk of the
DropShip from the cockpit of her
Zeus
and held in the shuddering
breath she felt tugging at her chest. The
Leopard
would never ly
again, but she’d already seen the surviving crew escape in a skimmer.
Three of her ’Mechs were already disembarked, but Barstow’s
Phoenix Hawk
was jammed in the egress cradle. Eirene Rondema’s
Gallowglas
twisted at the torso before iring its lasers back into the
bay. There was licker of relected light and then a rending crash
that roared out of the bay door.
“I’m free,” Barstow called.
“Assemble on me,” Stacy said, turning the
Zeus
to face the terrain.
She shook her head. It was just like Arc-Royal. “Black Widows,” she
whispered. “Natasha would have killed us all by now.” Barely on-
world two minutes and already they’d lost a DropShip and had to
shoot one of their ’Mechs free. Barstow’s
Phoenix Hawk
appeared
at the ’Mech bay door.
“Looks like home,” he said, just before a spear of PPC ire stabbed
directly into the PXH’s chest.
Hagia Sophia, Istanbul
Terra, Word of Blake Protectorate
10 January 3070
Slowly, carefully, like pulling strands of yarn from a tapestry, he
began to take the memories of his life and examine them. Mistakes
made. Moral choices gone awry. Lives taken. So much bloodshed,
violence, war. His responsibilities training elite soldiers to conduct
missions that are never discussed, never mentioned.
In his mind, he laid these all out in the open. The horror of it all
was there. Naked, for his soul and mind to examine. Repulsed by
his own actions, he shuddered again, the spasm driving him to
his knees.
Finally, the silence. It thundered around him, there in the apse.
The millennia of mankind’s work silently mocked him; his life was but
dust, compared to the art and magniicence that surrounded him.
Created in an age when man was planetbound, worshipping God
and Devil, suborning himself to the presence of higher powers.
He remembered his studies at Sandhurst, the “Age of Expansion”
that occurred when man inally spread to space. Religion had a
rough time of it then, attempting to reconcile spiritual faith and the
stars. But when it came down to it, faith still won out. It was a core
component of the human machine. To kill faith, killed the man.
In that moment, his choice became crystallized. No longer
was he subjected to the whims of man, the wiles of the lesh. He
glanced down at the prosthetic limb again, feeling the weight
of it and savoring it. His lesh hand came up and touched the
Precentor Benjamin Emory stared at the
mihrab
in front of him.
He admired the intricate artwork and mosaic that covered the false
doorway; he longed to rise from his chair, reach out with his hand
and caress the marble, feel the ages worn into the stone.
Instead, his leshy hand ingered the seam of his simple robe, tied
tight around his waist.
Once he crossed that threshold, everything would change.
He hesitated again, feeling the weight of his prosthetic pulling at
his shoulder. He remembered in the past, when Ri would massage
the aches in his neck and shoulders when he had furlough. Benjamin
closed his eye briely, savoring the memory. He could almost feel her
delicate ingers running through his scalp, caressing.
The memory triggered an involuntary shudder, causing him to
convulse briely. His prosthetic swung slightly, tapping his thigh. He
bowed his head in remembrance of his late wife.
Blinking back the threatening tears, he focused again on the
mihrab
. Lost himself in the depths of the ancient art, painted so long
ago by Muslim artisans, then restored with loving care shortly after
Jerome Blake had seized Terra to safeguard it.
5
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