Hobbit писал(а):Забитую чем? Одиноко торчащим в пустом пространстве Херотитусом?

Забитую Магистрацией, Таурианцами, Ляо, Федсолнышко алайн ворлдс (согласно свету нашему Стакполу) и прочими Хератитусами, чьи взаимодействия прописаны в ранее выпущенных сорсбуках и даже в немногих новеллах.
Впихивать туда живую Ауригу которую придётся лорно тянуть в 3150 и прописывать взаимодействия с соседями (поскольку в 2018 выходила уже Шаттаред Фортресс) это вагон работы. На который можно пойти только от большой выгоды ожидающейся. Однако игрушка Баттлтех2018 померла и все планы отменились.
Маленький Скорпион писал(а): Причём, применять 0,5-кт заряды он может и с борта "Иберии" -- на "Фортресс" для этого есть артустановка. То бишь, успешное прибытие Остергаарда в осаждённую столицу может резко изменить расклад в пользу Эспинозы.
В принципе он и не применив нанёс кучу урона, его аж в школах на Арк-Рояле изучают:
“Newgrange,” I said like it was a curse, then “Iberia.”
It took her a second—she didn’t remember the events, she’d been too young, but she remembered our history lessons—then her eyes widened slightly. Her frown deepened. Her hands knotted a fistful of sheet.
“Yeah,” I said softly, letting my head fall back down. “Yeah, that’s him.”
After his son had died on an ugly moon notable for nothing so much as his death there, my grandfather, Commodore Samuel Ostergaard, had stormed into Aurigan territory in the Iberia, a massive Fortress class DropShip. He’d run rampant in war-torn Arano space, unrivaled there, a bull in a china shop. He’d brought more than a battalion of BattleMechs with him, and he’d used them, and the Iberia’s guns, ruthlessly. Mercilessly. He’d wiped out an entire noble house. He’d killed thousands of people on a planet whose population had peaked in just the millions. Even after being ordered home, he’d refused, he and his crew and his ship and his ’Mechs, and he’d loomed large, the threat of death, an axe hanging over the capital world of Coromodir VI. He’d been ready to glass a city, a planet, to get something that tasted like revenge. After they desperately took him down, he then killed untold thousands more in the starvation that ensued after the crash. The impact itself, the environmental damage that followed, the economic devastation of the whole affair. He’d almost done it, even in death. My grandfather had almost killed a whole world to avenge my father. The Aurigan Reach had been on the brink of collapse, torn by a civil war. The Iberia’s crash had very nearly been the killing blow. The Ostergaard family had almost killed the Aurigan Coalition, had killed or helped kill two of the founding families, had pushed sixteen different local animal species to extinction, and had killed the very skies over Coromodir and brought about a short, brutal ice age that had lasted for years.
The Ostergaards did all that.
And I had their red hair."