The QUATTRO is one of the most flexible, efficient and compact lasers on the market. Many metal working companies have a large number of components to manufacture but only need to produce one or two at a time. Ease of use, plus low operating costs make the QUATTRO the ideal solution for low volumes, without forgoing precision and quality.
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FULL ACCESS TO THE CUTTING AREA:
The three accessible sides of the QUATTRO laser facilitate sheet metal loading and unloading. Large-sized sheets which are bigger than the work area can also be processed, repositioning them manually.
COMPACT STRUCTURE:
With a footprint of just 6.4 m2, the QUATTRO is AMADA's smallest laser. The oscillator and numerical control are contained within the machine to maintain its extremely compact size.
DIVERSIFIED PROCESSING:
With the QUATTRO, not only sheet metal but rectangular and square tubes can be processed, providing even greater flexibility. (Option)
FULL ACCESS TO THE CUTTING AREA:
The three accessible sides of the QUATTRO laser facilitate sheet metal loading and unloading. Large-sized sheets which are bigger than the work area can also be processed, repositioning them manually.
COMPACT STRUCTURE:
With a footprint of just 6.4 m2, the QUATTRO is AMADA's smallest laser. The oscillator and numerical control are contained within the machine to maintain its extremely compact size.
DIVERSIFIED PROCESSING:
With the QUATTRO, not only sheet metal but rectangular and square tubes can be processed, providing even greater flexibility. (Option)
| QUATTRO | QUATTRO | |
|---|---|---|
| Laser power (W) | 1000 | 2500 |
| Machine type | CO₂ flying optic laser | CO₂ flying optic laser |
| Working range X x Y (mm) | 1250 x 1250 | 1250 x 1250 |
| Working range Z-axis (mm) | 100 | 100 |
| Table loading weight (kg) | 80 | 160 |
Material thickness (max.)*: | ||
| - Mild steel (mm) | 6 | 12 |
| - Stainless steel (mm) | 2 | 5 |
| - Aluminium (mm) | 1 | 4 |
Dimensions: | ||
| Length (mm) | 2900 | 2950 |
| Width (mm) | 2450 | 2450 |
| Height (mm) | 2160 | 2160 |
| Weight (kg) | 3750 | 4150 |
* Maximum thickness value depends on material quality and environmental conditions
Technical data can vary depending on configuration / options
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For your safe use.
Be sure to read the user manual carefully before use.
When using this product, appropriate personal protection equipment must be used.
Laser class 1 when operated in accordance to EN 60825-1
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