#thunder hawk

"Yup," DeMarkus said, pulling his welding mask up to wipe sweat from his brow. "They're canning the whole line. Once we finish the current block and the 'mechs are on the way to Tharkad, they're retooling the factory."

"What a fuckin waste, man," Nguyen said. He stared up at the towering Thunder Hawk they were joining armor to. The jutting 'chin' of the cockpit loomed above their lift, which hung next to one of the vast cavities fit to recieve a gauss rifle. "They're good mechs, why stop building a product like this?"

"Who's gonna pay for them?" DeMarkus shrugged. "The rifles are expensive. The frame's expensive. The engine alone is worth more than a whole lance of hunchbacks. Now that the Star League's done there's no one left willing to pay for a machine like this, no matter how good it is."

"Even if Steiner goes through with declaring war on Marik?"

"Especially then. This's gonna be a Hunchie line in a month- the board have an idea of what sort of war this'll be, and it's going to need troops. Not whatever big command 'mech Kerensky wanted."