Battletech’s Lost Year
3049 and 3050 were disastrous years for the Inner Sphere. The Clan Invasion began. The invading, mysterious armies looked and fought like aliens. The peripheral bandit kingdoms and pirate havens fell almost without a fight. What few reports leaked from those first battles showed everything from unknown war machines that violated all principles of known battlemech engineering to jump-capable warships the like hadn’t been seen for 200 years, since the First and Second Succession Wars.
When the invasion washed over the peripheral systems of the Lyran Commonwealth, the Rasalhague Republic and the Draconis Combine proved the worst stories true. The Successor State Houses were neither unified, nor ready for the four coordinated Juggernauts that went from victory to victory, marching steadily towards the heart of the Inner Sphere. By the end of 3050, the Houses of the Inner Sphere had won only a bare handful of battles. All while losing hundreds of systems and nearly the entirety of the Rasalhague Republic, including its capital at Rasalhague.
Radstadt
On the last day of October in 3050, the Elected Prince of Rasalhague, fleeing the loss of the capital system jumped into the Radstadt system, recently conquered by Clan Wolf, and hosting the IlKhan’s flagship, the Dire Wolf. In the chaos that followed, the Elected Prince burned their ship hard to escape, with the Clan scrambling to pursue. The Flying Drakøns, the Elected Prince’s fighter escort bought time for their Prince to escape by engaging in a desperate, suicidal attack on the Dire Wolf, forcing the clan aerospace squadrons to break their pursuit of their prey to defend their IlKhan. A Rasalhague pilot, Tyra Miraborg dove her crippled Shiloh fighter into the bridge of the Dire Wolf, killing IlKhan Leo Showers. She would never know how her sacrifice would change the course of the invasion.
A Year of Peace
The loss of the IlKhan threatened the unity of the invasion. By tradition and culture, the Clans were exorbitantly competitive in all aspects of their society. From the individual to entire Clans. Only the IlKhan had the invested political power to lead a coordinated operation across all the Clans as a whole. Even then, each of the invading Clans would compete and bid against one another for the “honor” of attacking systems. Warriors and Commanders would engage in duels for rank, positions, equipment, or spoils.
The Khans of the invading clans met at Radstadt to decide a way forward, and chose to elect a new Ilkhan. Thus, they called all of the Bloodnamed warriors in the invasion, and returned to the distant systems from which they came from. Leaving behind only second and third line troops to garrison the conquered systems while they elected a new IlKhan. The process would take a full year. That year was 3051.
Peace for the Inner Sphere, Occupation for the Clan
When the elite of the clans left to elect their new IlKhan, they left Provisional Garrison Clusters (PGCs) consisting of the freeborn, the disgraced, and solhama to hold their conquests. 1,000 light-years from their homes, barely supplied, and unsupported, the occupying armies and aerospace forces were spread thin across hundreds of hostile systems. The PGCs were subject to guerilla raids, resistance movements, and insurrections; ugly, violent, all-too-personal conflicts fought in urban centers among civilian populations.
The leaders of the PGCs were placed in an impossible situation. Forced to govern captive populations, maintain order, and defend against revolts or uprisings without losing any captured territory, or resources. They were expected to make do with what they were given, and remain victorious in any and all conflicts with the Inner Sphere. In short, the armies were expected to accomplish the impossible, then hand control back to the bloodnamed warriors upon their return. If successful in their mission, they would not be thanked and only barely acknowledged for doing a job as expected. Anything less than meeting that standard would mean a loss of honor at best, disgrace and reassigned to the labor caste at worst.
Probing Attacks
The armies of the Inner Sphere that opposed the invasion were almost reduced to nothing. Entire Regiments and Brigades had been wiped out as the invading Juggernaut rolled over system after system. When the invasion abruptly paused, The Lyran Commonwealth and Draconis Combine wasted no time in throwing together lance, and company sized reconnaissance forces to test the readiness of the occupiers. Scouting missions, Raids, and Smash-and-Grab operations struck all along the Front. In the first months of 3051, these were irregular formations of shattered units that escaped systems as they fell, or bottom-of-the-barrel mercenary outfits signed on to hasty contracts, even ceremonial units and Solaris VII gladiators were folded or pressed into service. Resistance operations were contacted and given support, propaganda from the Inner Sphere was smuggled into occupied systems, surviving militias were given supplies smuggled in system by networks of criminals who had operated black markets for centuries before the Clans invaded.
Following the Outreach Summit of January 3051, the Lyran Commonwealth, Rasalhauge Republic, and Draconis Combine, coordinating with the Federated Suns, Capellan Confederation and Free Worlds League began to apply increasing pressure to the thinly-spread and poorly supplied Provisional Garrison Clusters the Clans had left behind.
Resistance and Insurgency
As 3051 wore on, the intelligence services of the Inner Sphere polities developed extensive deep-cover networks throughout occupied space. By the time the Clans resumed their offensive in November of 3051, The Inner Sphere had become well-prepared for the Clan threat.
For their part, the clans under the leadership of newly-elected IlKhan Ulric Kerensky were better unified and better able to understand the nations they were invading. But the Clans continued to have a blind spot where their Provisional Garrison Clusters were concerned. Most to the leadership continued to disregard the analysis and opinions of the very people they left behind for a year. Lessons learned by a hard-fought occupation, Intelligence gathered from first-hand sources went unheard because they came from the mouths of the despised.
3051 as a Developing Story
3051 represents a lot of unexplored, untapped potential for story. The Provisional Garrison Clusters occupying the captured worlds have several growth arcs. Colonization, or using a large underclass to expand Imperial ambitions, or being a (very literal) outsider in someone else’s home… or just being a person, used by an impersonal aristocracy, taken far from the place where they grew up, among the people, music, food they are familiar with and dropped somewhere else where everything is alien.
We have had this story, in our very real planet Earth for thousands of years. Through the lens of ridiculous, giant, stompy robots and 8 foot tall genetically engineered super-soldiers, we can tell our own versions of this story. As novels, as campaigns, as scenario packs or as table top roleplaying adventures.
Going all they way back to the Iliad
In college I read a treatment of the Iliad. When the armies of King Agamemnon built their infamous horse and infiltrated the gates of Troy, the ensuing sack was motivated by far more than simple plunder and the rape of a city. The soldiers of Agamemnon had been laying siege for 10 years. Ten years away from home. Ten years across the sea in another land, fighting and dying without contact with their families, or their communities that are, for all intents and purposes, on another planet.
When Troy fell, the soldiers in the army took out ten years of personal sacrifice and frustration on the newly-defenseless citizens of Troy. They took a bloody revenge for their lost decade of life. This perspective is from a story that is some 2,500 years old.
Getting Real for a Moment at the End
As I’m writing this, and when I’ll publish this essay on September 2, 2025, I’m a couple days more than two weeks from my 56th birthday. I have lived my entire life in the U S A. When I was young, the most recent war my parents’ generation lived through was Vietnam. I was 22 in 1991 during the First Gulf War, and though I wasn’t serving in the armed forces, most of my peers were, and they were deployed to Kuwait. One of my very close friends witnessed the “Highway of Death”. He, and my youngest brother were deployed to Iraq during the Second Gulf War in the years following 9/11. My grandparents’ generation fought in World War 2.
Today, right now, there is a terrible war in Gaza, where my country is complicit (if not outright a direct participant) in a Genocide of the Palestinian people. There is another war in Ukraine, where the Russian Federation has been waging an aggressive war of conquest since 2022 and if you count from the annexation of the Crimean Peninsula, you can argue there has been a state of war since 2014.
I believe it’s important to tell our own stories about these subjects of war and struggle from our perspective. It’s the job to re-contextualize the lessons of history through their own lens and pass them forward so the next generation can learn from them. It’s our turn, and if you’re younger than me, it’s your turn too. We will always have war, we’ll have evil violence inflicted on each other. In 25 years, there will be another war in another part of the world and the youth of that time will be told to fight in it.
But, the thing about nationalism in war, it seeks to dehumanize “the enemy”. The people on the other side of the conflict aren’t human, they can’t be. Because it’s soul-destroying to kill another human being, regardless if the cause is justified or not. We must keep reminding ourselves, with each passing year that people are human. Not sub-humans, not “animals” but people. We need to see ourselves in others. That’s called Empathy, and if we lose that trait, then we might as well start dropping atomics on each other until no more tribes remain.
I am sorry/ not sorry for harshing the mood about painting up and playing with toy models of big stompy robots with politics and the real world that we all need to escape from for a couple of hours every weekend. It needed to be said, though. If the vehicle for showing how alike we are is to pretend to be space-cowboys and eight-foot-tall super-soldiers, then buckle up buttercup, we’re going on a trip.
Special Thanks
I’ve been playing Battletech since ’86 or there-abouts. This universe isn’t from my imagination, it’s from the collective brilliance of thousands of minds over more than four decades. The current stewards of this legacy are the fine folks at Catalyst Game Labs. I’m playing in their sandbox
There is also a Battletech Wiki over at sarna.net. This is a heroic work that catalogues the endless details of the Battletech universe, I may not remember when the Outreach Summit happened in Universe, but Sarna does. I appreciate the resource, and encourage you to go give them a look.
I also want to thank the Black Pants Legion for all their hard work. It’s through them that I’ve rediscovered my love for the lore of Battletech. I feel like I’m a teenager again playing Battletech with my friends and dreaming of how awesome it would be to pilot my WHM-6R Warhammer through the battlefields of the 31st Century.
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