"We've got bigger issues right now."right now."
You appear to have accidentally duplicated a bit when moving text around.

That is a joke isn't it? I'm assuming sarcasm implying that Lyrans don't do any reconnaissance and charge in blind.
He's misunderstanding Lyran scouting because they idiomatically scout with main battle line units. Even in the meme, Lyrans don't skip recon, they recon in force.

The source for the meme is the iconic social general and even he advocated using Zeuses as scouts. They are 33% faster than Atlases before rounding to the nearest hex or 20% given that Atlases benefit a lot from rounding. Lyrans who aren't Flashman expies don't scout with assault mechs but with Griffins or smaller.
 
Chapter 12
Chapter 12

“Once that door opens I want them dead and gone,” Paige ordered her marines. “Mathias, how are things looking on your end?”

“We’re about to move into the cruiser on our end,” Mathias reported with a chuckle evident in his voice. “We’ve got a flamer set up and I’m just waiting for them to try boarding.”

“Copy that,” Paige responded. “We’re set for when they board, and the Manassas and her escorts are about to use their PPCs to shut down their power, and they’re sending over some more of my Marines to make some new entry holes if we need the reinforcements.”

“Copy that ma’am,” Mathias replied. “I’ll handle this side.”

“Oorah marine!” Paige said as she shouldered her infantry scale gauss rifle.




The airlock in front of Mathias opened and a trio of Vorcha bolted through the door before being cut down by the two fireteams that were holding the choke point the few rounds that connected bouncing off the Mithril clad Marines as they prepared for counter-boarding actions.

“Flamer is ready for action,” Mathias said as he stood up with the 150 kg flamer on his back.

“Set,” a trio of Marines stacked up on the airlock doors and unleashed a hellish crossfire into the Krogan and Vorcha that were still trying to breach and get into the Marine’s own ship.

“Moving,” Mathias stepped forward and out of cover as one Krogan tanked a rifle round and began charging the marine. A stream of fire then left the flamer and the Krogan screamed as he dropped to the ground and tried to roll and put it out. The airlock then took on a hellish glow as Mathias and his two fireteams began moving past the flaming corpses and pushed into the enemy cruiser. “I want Fireteam Charlie to head to the engine room and keep it secure,” Mathias ordered as he stripped the flamer off of his back now that it was out of fuel. “I’ll take fireteam Bravo and take the bridge.”




“I should have taken the flamer,” Paige muttered to herself as she hosed down a Krogan with her rifle and watched as some of the holes began sealing up before she blew his brains out. “We need to start moving up,” Paige told her two fireteams.

“You will not stand in my way!” a much larger Krogan than the other ones they had been killing burst through and threw two of Paige’s Marines into the bulkhead before turning and facing the Marine CO. “Where is the female?!” the Krogan roared as he charged Paige, taking rounds from her rifle without flinching. Trusting his enhanced regeneration to keep him alive while he tried to kill the foes standing before him.

“What do they feed you?” Paige asked as she slapped a new magazine into her rifle and continued firing, her rifle kicking back into her shoulder as she backpedaled before ducking out of the way as the Krogan tried to lunge and tackle her.

Spinning around, Paige threw her shoulder into the back of the massive Krogan before shooting out his kneecaps at the same time, temporarily crippling him before kicking him into the bulkhead and watching as he turned around while trying to stand, only to be faced by the barrel of Paige’s rifle pointed at his head.

“Regenerate this,” Paige muttered as she fired her entire magazine into the massive Krogan’s head before turning and looking at her two fireteams who were finishing off the rest of the enemy boarders. “We secure?”

“Aye ma’am,” one of the two marines that the large Krogan had thrown into the bulkhead replied. “I’m gonna have to stay here though, I think I’ve got a concussion.”

“Doc!” Paige called for their corpsman. “Pick two people to stay and cover you while you treat these two,” she indicated the two that had been physically thrown into the bulkheads. “The rest of us are pushing through and taking the enemy ship.”




Mathias turned and drilled a Vorcha in the chest with a burst from his rifle as his fireteam turned and shredded the rest of the Vorcha’s teammates.

“This is Manassas actual, we have boarding craft inbound with reinforcements,” came over the encrypted comms channels that they were on. “Signal with your beacons and we’ll direct them your way.”

“This is Colonel Paige,” came the Colonel’s response. “I’ve got two wounded, and a bunch of pissed off Krogan and Vorcha trying to prevent us from taking this ship,” a burst of gunfire was heard over the comms. “We’ve secured engineering, but we don’t have the personnel to take the bridge from here.”

“Copy that Colonel,” the voice of Major Jenkins responded. “We’re bringing the heat in.”

“We’ve got our engineering area locked down,” Mathias reported to his XO and CO. “We’re pushing the bridge now. I think this was a secondary ship because we’re not encountering the same level of resistance that the Colonel is.”

“We’re diverting a couple of fireteams to you anyway,” Major Jenkins responded. “The frigates were fairly easy to take over and we’d rather not take any major losses.”

“Copy that sir,” Mathias replied. “I’m sending a pair of my people to the secondary airlock with a beacon while we move to take the bridge.”

Mathias turned and gestured to two of his fireteam members and sent them down the hallway to the secondary airlock.

“Watch your corners,” Mathias muttered to himself and his teammates as he took the remaining three members of his fireteam and began scanning for hostiles on his way to the bridge. “The power is starting to come back on and while the Krogan might charge us, the Vorcha are more likely to be hiding in the corner for an ambush.”

“Wilco,” came the reply as they moved at a decent pace to the locked bridge door. “Chris, get up here and breach this door,” Mathias ordered. “Then prep flashbangs.”

The named breacher came and planted his shaped charges at the weak points on the door and stood clear with a detonator in his hand. “Fire in the hole!” Chris yelled as he detonated the charges while Mathias and the other three marines tossed flashbangs into the room before moving in and killing the Vorcha and Krogan will they were still blind and deaf.

“Clear!” Mathias said as he checked his sector and turned to watch the bridge door as the rest of his team declared the space clear as well.

“Alright people, I want those bodies policed and then let’s get the power back on. Our reinforcements can take care of mopping up what’s left of the enemy here.”




“Fuck!” Paige yelled as she dropped back behind one of the barricades that they had taken from the enemy. “They’re using grenades to try and breach into engineering now that we own it!”

Shrapnel pinged off of her armor as the grenade exploded, the armor of one of the dead Krogan and Vorcha bodies turning into ceramic shards as the grenades kept coming in.

“Colonel,” Major Jenkin’s voice said calmly over the comms “You might want to take cover.”

“Get ready!”Paige ordered the two fireteams with her. “And watch your fire! We got blue incoming!”

The sound of handheld gauss weaponry instead of the propellant based weapons began to echo in the corridor outside of the engineering hallway as the enemies that had pinned Paige and her fireteams began to turn so they could engage the reinforcements that had just arrived.

“Alright, let’s push!” Paige ordered as she led her teams into the corridor, the remaining crew members of the Blood Pack cruiser fighting ferociously as they went down, but eventually falling to the volume of fire that the armored marines brought to bear.

“I had a fireteam secure the bridge while we came to bail you out,” Jenkins reported to his CO. “Intel from the few captured on the ground by Carter puts the leader of this op on the cruiser that you picked to board.”

“It was probably that big motherfucker who refused to go down until I emptied my mag into his head,” Paige said as she took a moment to breathe. “Let’s get this finished.”

“Aye ma’am,” Jenkins responded. “Cleanup should be all that’s left.”

“And we have two new cruisers and some frigates that are in,” Paige trailed off as she looked at the damage left behind. “Somewhat better shape then the one we took from the pirates.”

“We’ll have the engineers and people on the Argo take a look at it,” Jenkins said with a chuckle. “I’m sure we’ll have them up and running fairly soon.”

“The big problem is going to be crewing everything,” Paige muttered to her XO as she made her way to the bridge. “We’re going to have to get the pet projects finished down there on Korlus and start recruitment soon. Otherwise we’re going to be stuck without a full defense force up here.”

“That’s a problem for Hull to figure out, Ma’am,” Jenkins told his CO as she sat in the captain’s chair. “We just have to get it moving to where we can work on it.”

“I need a vacation,” Paige said as she unsealed her helmet and took in the smell of violence that littered the cruiser. “This entire ordeal has been a pain in the ass.”

“I’ll hold down the fort if you put in for one, ma’am,” Jenkins replied. “We all know how to do our jobs.”

“You’re marines,” Paige gave her XO a Look™. “If I leave you alone for more than five minutes you’re going to try and either eat it or blow it up.”

“I haven’t blown anything up in a while,” one marine within earshot protested. “It’s been at least five years.”

Then one of the panels on the bridge started smoking as a marine was using it before sparking and dying.

“Oops,” the Marine said sheepishly as he looked anywhere but his CO. “Turns out they had a lot of porn on this terminal, and not all of it was of aliens either.”

“Like they’d have porn made off of a human,” one marine scoffed at his teammate.

“I swear!” The marine replied. “She was hot too! Her legs went on for days and her rack wasn’t bad either.”

“Heads out of the gutter,” Paige slapped her marines on the back of their helmeted heads. “We’ve still got work to do.”
 
Chapter 13
Chapter 13

"So, care to tell me why we're stripping the Mass Effect core out of this cruiser?" Sura asked as she helped Dr. Kelley go through the proper removal procedures.

"We're going to be transitioning this drive and the kinetic barriers over to one of the smaller escort craft that we have for experimental purposes," Dr. Kelley replied as he looked at what Sura was doing.

"Why would you do that?" Sura looked at the human scientist as she stopped the work she was doing. "This is a core that's already tuned to this cruiser," she looked around at the damage that had been done to the pirate ship in the battle with the Blood Pack. "It would only take some minor work and you would have the cruiser functioning again."

"We're stripping this cruiser for what few parts it has in commonality with the Blood pack Cruisers that we have taken possession of," Dr. Kelley replied as he turned to supervise some engineers in the removal of a panel. "We've currently got a bunch of Marines out in the void pulling the kinetic barrier emitters for further experimentation."

"It's a waste of a perfectly good ship!" Sura nearly yelled at the scientist before catching herself. "The Migrant Fleet would be willing to pay for this ship, and you wouldn't even have to fix it! We'd do that by ourselves."

"I will bring that up to Dr. Rogers," Kelley said as he pulled back for a minute. "But I doubt that it would be effective. We have the cargo space in one of our escorts to mount this and we need to test things, we need to see what happens when one of our reactors is powering the eezo core and the barriers. If they are stronger then that is something we need to know now, if they are weaker than we need to know soon. The universe is fraught with danger, and we must be able to confront it."

"Then why not break down one of the frigates?" Sura asked. "Would that not be just as effective and less likely to harm your own escort?"

"Potentially," Dr. Kelley agreed. "But we are experimenting with the larger core because we suspect that if we can tune it properly to one of our Stings that it will become a viable threat to any enemy vessels that we might face."

"Give me some time to think about this," Sura said as she stopped working on the core entirely. I do not see the point in doing this. You are wasting a ship that could be used for something else."




"She's making valid arguments against us stripping the cruiser," Dr. Kelley told Dr. Rogers over the long range comms. "But I don't think she's seen the extent of the damage that the cruiser had while the pirates were using it, or how damaged it was during the battle."

"Then show her," Dr. Rogers said after a couple of minutes delay. "Given her assistance so far Duke Hull is inclined to start bringing her into the fold. Start with the small things, and we'll start showing her the important bits when we trade out for R&R with the scientists on Veil."

"I'll do my best, Dr. Rogers," Kelley replied. "There's a lot to unpack though."

"Just keep at it," Rogers replied. "I've roped the Duke into helping out with the computers on the Blood Pack cruiser that Paige's Marines nearly deep fried while Rook is working on the other."






"The damage sustained to the outside of the cruiser and the thrusters isn't something that we can repair without the right knowledge and a dry dock," Kelley explained as he steered the small craft around the pirate cruiser. "We don't have the capability as of yet to build or repair that sort of damage."

"I did not realize the damage was so great," Sura said as she looked at the cruiser. "Even the Fleet would have had to skuttle this ship."

"It was a pirate ship," Dr. Kelley stated. "It was not in the best of condition to begin with, and it's not as useful to us whole as it is separated into pieces for further study and experimentation. We also have to consider the repairs of the other two cruisers and of the frigates that we have captured. By stripping this cruiser of useful parts we'll be able to affect repairs and work on testing the combining of your tech and ours."

"I want to trade," Sura said as she looked at the damaged cruiser. "If I help you get this working on your escort then I want one of those protium reactors to send back to the Fleet," She looked at the doctor that was wearing powered armor. "I don't want to know how to build them from scratch, I just want one for our engineers to be able to examine."

"I'll arrange for you to have a meeting with Duke Hull," Dr. Kelley said as he began piloting the small craft back towards the small hanger of the damaged cruiser. "That kind of decision is not up to me."






"Just so we're clear," I glared at Dr. Rogers as she smirked at me. "I haven't done any work with computers in about fifteen years."

"Just see if there's any more usable data on the terminal, please," Dr. Rogers told me as I began navigating through the somewhat familiar OS of the terminal. "You know that Rook and the rest of our specialists are busy going over the terminal that Paige's Marine fried for that data he claimed had a human on it."

"Fine," I said as I began clearing out some of the junk that I found on the terminal. "But I don't enjoy doing this kind of work anymore."

"Duke Hull," came over my comms system. "This is Dr. Kelley, I have a Quarian here who needs to meet with you."

"Send her over to the bridge of this cruiser," I replied. "I'm gonna be here awhile."




"Dammit!" I swore as I accidentally canceled the download that I had been conducting. "It's like Microsoft and Apple had a baby and it said 'fuck the user'," I muttered as I restarted the process.

"Maybe I can be of assistance?" A female voice asked from the entrance of the bridge.

I glanced over and saw the red-suited Quarian standing there.

"Nah," I waved her help off. "I'll have to work with these systems sooner or later so I might as well figure it out myself," I finished the download before turning to get a proper look at the alien woman.

She was a minimalist. That's what her suit said. With the only piece of decoration on the rust-red suit being a hood that resembled a kekkiyeh stitched with silver thread to supplement the red and black pattern on the keffiyeh.

"I'm Mark," I held out my hand for her to shake. "You looking for someone in particular or do you just enjoy helping us out?"


"I'm Sura'Gaalas Vas Vakor and I was told that a Duke Hull was present," the Quarian replied, her voice coming through a touch delayed through my translator. "I wish to negotiate with him but I can't seem to locate him."

"I'll help you try to find him," I said with a smile hidden by my helmet. "But while we look, could you tell me a bit about yourself and the negotiations you want to try?" I asked. "I could help you get your arguments figured out and maybe help with some counterpoints to any issue the Duke might have."

"That would be nice," the Quarian sighed. "I've never had to be the lead on a negotiation before and I'm worried I'll do it wrong," she wrung her hands before shifting her keffiyeh to hide the lower part of her tinted visor. "I don't even know what he looks like or which of the suits he'll be wearing."

"I think you'll be fine, Sura," I replied as we left the bridge and that bastard of an operating system behind. "In fact, let's take our time. I think the Duke will be back on the bridge by the time we make it back here."



"Where's Mark?" Dr. Rogers asked as she entered the bridge and saw a slate resting on one of the terminals. "That son of a bitch," she muttered. "How'd he manage to get out of this?" She asked before opening a direct comms channel to the Manassas. "Victoria, Natasha, I'm afraid Mark somehow skipped out of his forced break. And I have no idea where he is."
 
Mark is on date with cute quarian girl.No reasons to be concerned.
He must work on his growing harem,after all! Shephard could not get all girls after all.
 
Mark is on date with cute quarian girl.No reasons to be concerned.
He must work on his growing harem,after all! Shephard could not get all girls after all.
Hull doesn’t want a harem. He’s just trying to get out of the IT work. In fact, Melissa Steiner has a better chance of working her way in then Sura.

Also, Hull not telling her who he is is part of him gauging her to see her character.
 
Hull doesn’t want a harem. He’s just trying to get out of the IT work. In fact, Melissa Steiner has a better chance of working her way in then Sura.

Also, Hull not telling her who he is is part of him gauging her to see her character.

Yes,old trick.King pretending to be servant.And - it worked.
 
Hull doesn’t want a harem. He’s just trying to get out of the IT work. In fact, Melissa Steiner has a better chance of working her way in then Sura.

Also, Hull not telling her who he is is part of him gauging her to see her character.
Yes,old trick.King pretending to be servant.And - it worked.
Retired Royal Arms Instructor: "Gustavus is that you? Come closer my boy my eyes don't see too well these days."

Gustavus Adolphus in his Mercenary Captain outfit: "No. No you have me confused good man. I'm Captain Gus Tav Vas of the King's Dragoons."

😆
 
Retired Royal Arms Instructor: "Gustavus is that you? Come closer my boy my eyes don't see to well these days."

Gustavus Adolphus in his Mercenary Captain outfit: "No. No you have me confused good man. I'm Captain Gus Tav Vas of the King's Dragoons."

😆
I think there’s an extra quote in there.
 
Chapter 14
Chapter 14


“Where do you want these ma’am?” A Batarian asked Nadia Winson as he carried a stack of crates into the room.


“Just in the corner over there,” Nadia told the alien. “The payment for the deliveries should be deposited soon.”


“As long as I get my credits I’m good ma’am,” the Batarian replied. “What do you need with a bunch of textbooks though? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”


“A good warrior needs three things,” Nadia Winson said as she began to open the crates and pull out actual paper books written in the Krogan language. “A strong mind is the first foundation that must be laid. For if a warrior is unable to think and know when and how to fight then they have already lost,” Winson began to pile up the books at each desk while further explaining things to the Batarian who stood there in awe of the de-aged Ghost Bear Khan. “The second thing that is needed is a strong body, for if you are not able to physically keep up with the demands of this life then you are a liability.”


“And what is the third thing that is needed?” The Batarian asked as he leaned forward to take in Nadia’s words.


“They need a purpose,” Nadia said as she began to walk towards the prefab’s door. “For without one a warrior is as the grains of sand scattered on the wind,” Nadia opened the door and watched as the multiple large groups of Krogan played Rugby out in the open space that had only a week ago been a wrecked starship. “And I intend to give them the means to find that purpose.”


The Batarian just stood there for a couple of minutes, gaping at the charismatic words of the woman who had once been a member of Clan Wolf and then rose to be a Khan of another Clan entirely. “Is your group hiring by any chance?” The alien asked as he looked out at the Krogan who weren’t trying to kill each other but were instead engaged in a game that actually looked organized. “Anyone that can do something like this,” he gestured towards the games being played. “I want in, and I know a lot of other people who are just as sick of the status quo as I am.”


“I am Nadia Winson of Duke Hull’s personal guard,” Nadia Winson introduced herself. “We are going to be forming a local militia, and are going to be in need of good officers,” she looked at the lithe form of the alien. “Prove yourself, and you will end up in a place to change things for the better.”


“Expect me to sign up as soon as you begin,” the Batarian replied as he began to leave the massive facility.






“What did the Duke say?” Dr. Kelley asked as his Quarian friend entered the room that held the eezo core.


“I think that we settled on something decent,” Sura said as she sat down on the lone stool in the core. “But I have to confirm things with the Admiralty Board before it can be approved.”


“Well, in the meantime would you like to help me with this?” Dr. Kelley asked. “I think my calculations are right, but I’d rather be certain that they’re right then make a mistake that costs lives.”


“Sure,” Sura said as she walked over to look at the slate that Dr. Kelley passed her. “I’ll have to translate it first though.”


“Take your time,” Dr. Kelley smiled underneath his Mithril. “I’m in no rush to blow anything up. “







“I think it should work,” Sura said as Dr. Kelley and a group of engineers shut down the eezo core and began to float up as the artificial gravity shut down. “This part is easy though, it’s the installation and tuning to a new ship’s mass that’s the hard part.”


“Mass calculations are probably one of our specialties,” Dr. Rogers said in response. “But we’re going to be handling everything with care anyway.”







“You do not wish to learn?” Nadia Winson asked a Krogan that stood up from the desk and challenged the teacher that had been assigned to the Krogan.


“No, this schooling is useless. I shall never need any of this math that you are teaching me!” the Krogan stated firmly, staring into Nadia’s helmet.


“Follow me,” Nadia instructed the Krogan that was raging against the order that they were trying to impose on them. “All of you,” She gestured to the rest of the class.


“This is why math is important,” Nadia pulled the sheet off of an artillery gun. “I know how to use this to hit a target that is over fifteen kilometers away when I am given the correct coordinates,” Nadia looked at the class of adult Krogan. “While modern strategy makes use of frigates for long range support, there is nothing that beats artillery as the king of the battlefield.”


“Technology will fail you,” Nadia told the group of Krogan. “Your minds and bodies will only fail you once you reach old age.” She stared at the Krogan that challenged her and got up in his face. “You are the weak link if you refuse to adapt your mind to the situation. A Krogan’s body can regenerate and adapt from many things, but your mind is your greatest weapon.”


“Prove it then,” the Krogan responded. “I challenge you to single combat, should you win then it will prove that your way is better,” He scoffed. “But if the mind is truly greater, then shed your armor. We do this the old way, with no advantages other than those granted to us by our native skin.”


“I accept your challenge,” Nadia Winson looked at the Krogan. “We will have a circle of equals tomorrow at dawn. Bring two witnesses, there will be no recordings other than honor for this.”


“Those terms are acceptable to me,” the Krogan looked at the slightly shorter woman. “Should you win, I will pledge myself to you and join your Krantt”


“Bargained well and done,” Nadia responded as she clasped forearms with the Krogan. “On the morrow we shall test your mettle and see if it is to be found lacking.”
 
Without armour? they would see ,that she is human.And,could human win against Krogan without armour?
But - Krogan Foreign Legion is good idea.

P.S why 15km? even our artillery could fire at 40km.
 
It’s because Battletech artillery is a touch neutered in the TT. I’m striking a happy medium here with BTs range and modern day.
Ouch. That is WWI artillery ranges, for shorter ranged guns. You should look at the late Soviet, current Russian era. 20 to 35 kilometers. All of it inaccurate. Russian standards of accuracy outside limited smart weapons is within 200 meters so they tend to prefer area bombardment. With higher trained units at within 100 meters with their horrid Soviet equipment
 
Ouch. That is WWI artillery ranges, for shorter ranged guns. You should look at the late Soviet, current Russian era. 20 to 35 kilometers. All of it inaccurate. Russian standards of accuracy outside limited smart weapons is within 200 meters so they tend to prefer area bombardment. With higher trained units at within 100 meters with their horrid Soviet equipment
So, after double checking my math and everything. 15km is actually the max for a Long Tom in canon Battletech.
 
Nope. That's just the Battletech rules. I think the in universe explanation has something to do with ECM or some such nonsense. But any artillery is better than what Mass Effect has for the most part.
I want to slap the writers for their wonky sense of scale. The real life Long Tom has a maximum range of 18 miles = 28.9 km. It has a smaller gun and more primitive ammunition. Designed 1918 - 1938 produced 1940 - 1945
 
I want to slap the writers for their wonky sense of scale. The real life Long Tom has a maximum range of 18 miles = 28.9 km. It has a smaller gun and more primitive ammunition
Not going to disagree with you there. But any Arty is better than what ME has. Which is just frigates providing orbital support.
 
I want to slap the writers for their wonky sense of scale. The real life Long Tom has a maximum range of 18 miles = 28.9 km. It has a smaller gun and more primitive ammunition. Designed 1918 - 1938 produced 1940 - 1945
if Arty was that good in the game giant stompy robots would not work out though. i want my futuristic knights in space none of this spawn camping bullshit.
 
Nope. That's just the Battletech rules. I think the in universe explanation has something to do with ECM or some such nonsense. But any artillery is better than what Mass Effect has for the most part.
It might be compressed for gameplay like the the standard weapons. From the range aerospace brackets that are linear with zero I calculated 1 km per 3 hexes. I think I used low altitude map hexes so atmospheric drag and beam diffusion would still be in play, but it's possible I used high altitude. I also may have fudged slightly to get cleaner numbers. I ran the calcs years ago now. A mapsheet is 15x17 hexes. Taking the 15 hexes per mapsheet that comes to 5 km per mapsheet. That's 90 km for the Sniper, 105 km for the Thumper, and 150 km for the Long Tom. Arrow IV would clock in at 40-45 km depending on tech base. Other than Arrow these are probably on the long side with the Long Tom outranging the Paris Gun, but some ratio of increase is needed because otherwise adjusted LRMs outrange Arrow IVs.

Unless you're using ground ranges as is, which don't track with the much longer aerospace ranges and are directly said to be compressed for gameplay in the Total Warfare preface, you need to apply some multiplier to artillery ranges to make them reasonable. Probably a smaller multiplier than standard weapons to keep the shells in the atmosphere.

Another value I've heard that I think allegedly came out of an unofficial post by an official account around the time of AEWAB was 9x which I think was slightly shorter and made ranges much less clean numbers. It gives a 126 km range to the Long Tom, which is short of the Paris Gun, but not by much. You probably want to pull a number out of your hat based on some real guns.
 

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