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In Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The sky over Tripoli had completely fallen apart.

Missile trails carved across the clouds while radar contacts flooded every display in Ayvee’s cockpit. Friendly and hostile aircraft mixed in a chaotic blur above the city, contrails twisting between bursts of flares and distant explosions. The radio was nonstop noise now — warnings, target calls, overlapping chatter drowned occasionally by static.

Ayvee stayed just beneath the worst of it.

The Seahawk cut through the lower airspace at high speed, weaving between layers of smoke drifting up from the harbor district. Fires burned along parts of the coastline below, reflecting off the canopy in brief flashes of orange as she scanned through radar modes and targeting feeds.

Most of the squadron was tangled up in the air battle overhead.

She had other priorities.

A sharp radar warning pulsed through the cockpit. Tracking signal. Ground-based.

Ayvee narrowed her eyes slightly as the emitter appeared on her display near the waterfront, tucked somewhere between warehouses and dock infrastructure. A SAM site still active and trying to paint aircraft above the city.

“There you are,” she muttered.

The Seahawk dipped lower as she approached the target area, the aircraft hugging the terrain while her targeting system refined the lock. Above her, two fighters tore past through the clouds, one dumping flares as missile smoke curled after it across the night sky.

Ayvee ignored it.

Weapon systems shifted over with a quiet tone in her headset.

Target confirmed.

She steadied the aircraft for only a moment before releasing the payload.

The Seahawk shuddered lightly as guided bombs dropped cleanly from the internal bay. Ayvee rolled immediately into a hard banking turn, disappearing back toward the cover of the city while warning alarms briefly flared across her displays.

A few seconds later, the horizon behind her flashed bright orange.

The radar signal vanished.

“Stingray,” she said over comms calmly, “SAM site’s gone. Airspace should be a little less miserable now.”

@Rhona W
In Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Ayvee sighed softly and pushed off the service truck, rolling her shoulders as if to shake the dust and adrenaline from the last sortie out of her muscles. She soon arrived with the rest to see Scott already briefing them.

“Damn,” she muttered, not loud enough to really be a complaint, more a statement of cosmic fact. “Straight from one mess into another. I was hoping for at least enough downtime to pour a drink that didn’t come in a cockpit-compatible container. Then again, this after hitting that barracks, I doubt we won't be able to scrounge up much...”

Still, the edge of disappointment never quite made it to her eyes. The calm settled back in almost immediately, that familiar switch flipping as the mission details finished slotting into place. Airports, radar sites, and capital airspace. Dangerous, sure, but clean, decisive. Her kind of work.

She gave Scott a casual two-finger salute. “Gotcha. Flight lead. Ground targets. Loud entrance, messier exit. I’m tracking.” A faint smirk. “Try not to steal all the fun before I get there.”

Ayvee glanced over at Ximena as she finished her thought, one brow lifting behind the dark lenses of her aviators. The faintest smirk tugged at her mouth.

“As for full-scale war?” Ayvee shrugged one shoulder. “Feels more like the prelude. The kind where everybody pretends it’s still a limited engagement right up until the carrier shows up and starts rearranging coastlines. If it goes loud after tonight, it won’t be because of us. We’re just opening the door for them,” she finished. At Yuna's comment, Ayvee shot her a finger gun. "Bingo, that's about what matters to us in the end."

She then raised her hand to get Scott's attention.

"One question. To confirm, we're heading right back to Malta after this, yeah? As I said earlier, we don't exactly have any bunks left here after I uh... renovated the place."

@Finetales@Smike@Rhona W
In In Secret We Lie: False Gods & Human Servants → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The crystalline god regarded Aeliana with the stillness of an old star, light present, motion implied, but no energy wasted on the theatrics she so clearly hoped for. One graphite tendril lifted, just barely, in a gesture that could have been amusement or exasperation. With Antero, the two were functionally identical.

“Subtle,” he echoed, voice reverberating with a soft, glass-like resonance. “Yes. Your display of subtlety was only marginally less conspicuous than a meteor entering the atmosphere at terminal velocity.”

A pause, and a hint, just a hint, of that familiar, ageless smugness.

“But I suppose your version of subtle is… better than nothing.”

He did not bother to follow the champagne glass she held up like a lens. He knew precisely what she saw, a geometric body trapped in a celebration far too loud for his liking, contained by expectation and divine politics rather than glass. His attention shifted briefly to the path Getsuy had taken. The wendigo’s restraint was… anomalous. Admirable, even, if one were grading on a curve involving centuries of carnivorous outbursts.

“At least he is moving away from the mortals this time,” Antero murmured, the words carrying the same tone a teacher might use for a student who managed not to set something on fire. “And Melion is present. Peace is not guaranteed, but statistically probable. Ninety-two percent, if we are being generous.”

Aeliana’s half-grin declaration earned a faint tilt of the head. The orbiting halo of mana crystals brightened by a fraction, the Manakin equivalent of narrowing one’s eyes.

“That is typically what you say,” he began, “immediately before abandoning me to…”

She was gone. Already latching onto the nearest unsuspecting mortal like a barnacle of charm and chaos.

“…yes,” he finished to the empty space where she had been, “…that.”

One tendril drifted up to his headpiece as though pinching the bridge of a nose he did not possess. After a millennium in Aeliana’s company, the gesture had become instinctive. He turned his gaze toward the corner table where she had accosted the flower-laden servant. The girl looked overwhelmed. Aeliana looked delighted. And Antero looked… resigned. Before speaking to Aeliana again, he noted a small bee drifting lazily near the flower arrangements. The creature hesitated in midair, its wings humming with a warm, familiar resonance. Antero inclined his head toward it in the smallest, subtlest nod of respect.

“Little courier of Melion,” he intoned softly, “offer him my greetings, and inform him that I trust his presence will prevent unnecessary carnage in the garden. I am, admittedly, placing considerable faith in his abilities.”

He then called out to his old pain.

“Aeliana,” he called, his tone unhurried but absolutely clear, “that is not a bouquet. That is a person attempting to perform her duties. Please attempt, just for one evening, to minimize the chaos you inflict upon the staff.”
A pause, then, dryer, “And if you cannot manage that, at least do not uproot her from her station. I am still calculating the fallout from your last creative intervention.”

Another slight lift of a tendril, whether in warning or amusement, even he might not say.

“Please refrain from making this celebration more complicated than it already insists on being.”



@mmori@Ducksworth@NekoKyu
In Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Stingray rode the bright thermals high above Linosa, sunlight flashing off the Seahawk’s angled panels. Below her, the island’s bunkers and hardened positions still bristled with activity, stubborn even after the initial bombardment. “Alright, mop up time...” she muttered with an easy smile as she selected a GBU-39, the targeting reticle locking onto a concrete nest dug into the hillside. With a relaxed flick of her wrist, she released the bomb, watching it glide downward through the crisp daylight on her display. “Aaaaaand... splash,” she said, voice light as the bunker erupted in a neat orange blossom beneath her.

Heartbreak came in over the comms as the battle continued to evolve. "All ships and vessels are out of the picture. Pivot to attacking the land-based targets, over."

Ayvee answered with a warm calm, having finally relaxed into her element. “Stingray here. Copy, Lead, and way ahead of you. Hitting hardpoints right now. All triple A seems silent, and anything with any sense is staying grounded.” She banked toward the main staging area, its barracks still intact and bustling with movement. Cueing another SDB, she guided it manually as the targeting computer zoomed in on a bright window reflecting the midday sun. She nudged the crosshair with small, unhurried corrections. “Come oon… aaand… perfect.” The feed showed the bomb slipping straight through the frame, followed by a clean, surgical flash. Ayvee let out a sigh. “I need to join the LPGA...”

She released another pair of GBU-39s, the bombs glinting once in the sun before gliding silently into two coastal bunkers. Twin shockwaves rippled outward, dust plumes rising in slow-motion curls.
In Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The clouds rushed passed as an uneasy calm came over the cockpit of the aircraft. It was always an odd feeling, being thousands of feet over hostile ground, but all the while completely invisible to the enemies below. With a hum of a tune, Reagan flipped on the targeting pod and began to scan the ground below for the targes. Didn’t take long, as the infrared sensor pierced the clouds and swept the ground for heat signatures. A cluster emerged on her display, a slight blur but otherwise clear as day. The Hawk missile sites sat idle, unaware of the threats overhead. Such as the nature of stealth aircraft. She lased it, sent the GPS data to her bombs, and moved on to the next. Lased, targeted, next.

Within a few minutes, the enemy SAM sites had all been painted. With targeting out of the way, she gently manuvered the F117N into an attack run. The internal bomb bay opened and SGBUs flew free, small winglets extending and gliding towards their targets.

For the enemy on the ground, there would have been a small blip, depending on their settings, that would appear for disappearing just as. An anomaly, a glitch, something to safetly ignore as death hurdled towards them with silent, cold, mechanical grace.

Reagan gave a cheer of joy as she watched her bombs land on target. Bright white flashes appeared in her targeting pod as one after another, the SAM sites disappeared in a brilliant explosion. Finally, the radar site itself was hit, removing the last of her designated targets

“Stingray here, priority gound targets destroyed! Moving on to secondary targets with remaining payload. ECM active as well to make sure the skies stay clear. Happy hunting everyone!” Regan said with a smile. The ambush had worked, the skies were clear, and it was time to stack up some more ground targets for a fatter paycheck. Quickly, her targets revealed themselves to her. ZSU gun positions tore off their camoflauge and began erratically firing up into the air at the incoming aircraft. Quickly, she began to mark one after the other, totaling to four. Again, the bay opened, and quickly four more GBU-39s flew free and glided towards their targets.

One after another, bombs splashed and AAA positions went quiet again. Quickly scanning through the pod again as she banked the aircraft around, she spotted a prime opportunity. An attack helicopter, which seemed to have been refueling at the moment of attack, began to turn its blades and fire up its engines as the ground crew scattered away. With a grin, she lined up the reticle, marked it, uploaded the coordinates, then deployed the bomb.

“Come on, come on, come on…!” Reagan grumbled to herself as she watched the helicopter begin to lift off. Soon the helicopter was lifting off and she began to swore, thinking she had missed her window of oppertunity. That’s when the bomb slammed through the cockpit, out the bottom of the helicopter, and exploded on the landing pad. Reagan stared in disbelief for a brief moment, for quickly hurrying to ensure that particular strike clip was saved.
In Shattered Steel - Armoured Fist. An RP about modern armoured vehicles in an alternate world- ON HIATUS → 11 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
<Snipped quote by Rhona W>

Mostly because I was focused too much on the village that was the bay's namesake, ie: I was was looking at landing at the wrong beach and the theme park was basically the only access-point inland over there, and wanted some clarification as to why it appeared (at the time) that we would be landing on the opposite side of the bay to drive the entire bay-coastline before traveling inland.

Somewhere towards the end of writing my post I realized my error and wanted confirmation that we were indeed, landing near the objective instead of clearing every single marina and fishing-pier of naval-defenses along the way in a two-pronged landing on either side of the bay (a much bolder strategy, but still a plausible one considering the order to clear every/any strongpoint along the way).

Plus AvaP was engaging fortifications and a tank to their southeast shortly after disembarking. But being a fast-mover, they may have cleared themselves far enough inland that a tank and anti-tank relic to their rear would pose a problem.

On the upside, I took a pretty nifty virtual tour of Iran's beaches.


Yee, Shotgun Shine is moving fast and far to recon and start suppressing as the hammer of the main force drives in, so I just took some fun liberties for drama and action sake and rolled with it. The chaos and excitement of the beach! Fun day!

Shame we dont have Google street view for Iran (though for obvious reasons)
In Shattered Steel - Armoured Fist. An RP about modern armoured vehicles in an alternate world- ON HIATUS → 11 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Catlin sat squat on top of "Shotgun Shine", a confident grin on her face as she stared down Emily from over her hand of cards. Emily's brow was furrowed, sweat beading on her forehead as she stared anxiously at her own hand. Catlin's cigarette glowed red as she took a long pull and blew it at Emily. The sister coughed and angrily waved away the smoke.

"God dammit, fuck you and fuck off! That shit fucking stinks! Fuck off!" Emily shouted angrily, attempting to snatch the cigarette from Catlin's mouth. Catlin merely shrugged as she leaned back to dodge the swipe, shoving her left foot forward against Emily's shoulder to keep her from getting any closer.

"Ya hand isn't getting any better, Emmy, so why don't ya just admit defeat before I kick ya off the top of ole Shotgun Shine, eh?" Catlin said, her shit-eating grin only getting bigger. Emily was about to lunge when the helicopters buzzed overhead, unloading their deadly payloads into the poor sods on the beach. At this, Ruth sighed and put away the Persian language book she had been reading, climbing down into the driver's seat of the odd tank. Catlin and Emily hurriedly picked up and stowed their cards before hopping into their own respective seats as well, Catlin flicking the cigarette to the boat's floor before sliding in beside Ruth.

"Hope sure as shit those flyboys don't glass everything on that beach. The fewer targets to kill, the less we get paid!" exclaimed Emily with exasperation as she flipped on the targeting console and generator from her seat. Catlin chuckled and shook her head as she turned on her command optics and computer.

"Don't worry, Emily, the briefing said it would be a target-rich environment, so we'll be able to save up for that new cosplay outfit you wanted in no time!" Ruth said, her soft but enthusiastic voice now carried over the crew intercom. Emily's face heated up as she began to deny any sort of thing, while Ruth continued to explain the con they were planning on going to. Catlin soon cut through their conversation.

"Clamp it up! The boat is about to hit solid ground. I want our lovely tin can moving as soon as the lead hits the beach. Stations check!" Catlin barked.

"Engine is running smoothly, all systems green, generator on, and batteries fully charged. Driver ready," Ruth commonly reported.

"Master safe off, gun's hot, FLIR tracking, CO2 rangefinder online, turret motor operational! Gunner ready!" Emily said, barely able to contain her nerves or enthusiasm.

Catlin nodded and checked over her station. The command sight rotated and moved as she manipulated the joystick, thermals, and night vision, turning on and off without issue. "Command station is working well. Alright, let's earn our pay today."

Flicking over to the unit channel, Catlin gave a short and curt report. "Shotgun Shine here, we're ready," she said. Soon, a general message came through from the commander

"Drop your cocks and grab your socks, boys and girls. We're about to hit the beach, and I want to hit the ground running as soon as those doors open and the ramp comes down. Move up the beach and hit any targets that present themselves. Remember, our objective is to eliminate any opposition and push into Naserabad. Troops will be following and moving up with us, and we have air support. But we're fighting the ISL on their home turf - and they don't like tourists"

A simple double click on the comms confirmed the message, and Catlin leaned back. Iran was not what she was expecting, but she and the girls wanted to get outside the US for a change, and this is where their work took them. She wondered if there were gonna be any good bars still open after this, before shaking her head. The country didn't exactly strike her as being open and friendly, and their little invasion wasn't gonna help anything either. It was a small blessing that they had brought their own supply of whiskey to this godforsaken desert in preparation for this.

Catlin lurched forward slightly as the landing craft ran aground. She could feel the rumble of the hull through the suspension as the ship buried itself onto the beach and prayed they'd hit the beach proper and not a sandbar. Soon, the landing ship's doors opened and the ramp lowered, revealing the wartorn beach. Black, oily smoke rose on the horizon as the tank company charged out onto the beaches.

Scanning through the thermals of the command sight, she quickly spotted a line of hasty entrenchments and, to her amazement, a field piece looking straight out of the last war. She hadn't seen that sort of improvisation since the Great Plains campaign, but it was all the same. Maybe the bigger tanks could shrug a round, but her aluminum tin can could not.

"Emmy! Target, 130, field piece. Load airburst fuzes and waist that fucking trench." Catlin yelled into the intercom.

"Acquired! Wasting!" came the response as the 75mm auto cannon spat its deadly payload a round a second. Time HE fuze shells shot forward and exploded over the heads of the dug-in infantry and gun. Within seconds, the position was torn to shreds, the thermals being alight with small, quickly fading signatures.

"Alright, let's follow the lead in and swing fast to the left. Emily, engage fortified positions at will. I want any bunker that looks at us funny gone. Ruth, keep up with the lead." Catlin ordered. A curt confirmation came from the other two, and Shotgun Shine sprang to life. The strange light tank rolled fast over the flat beach, its autocannon's heavy thumping a constant as round after round slammed into enemy infantry positions. All the while, Catlin scanned the lines for anti-tank threats before spotting what she was looking for. A pair of T-72s lay partially concealed and buried in the dunes; hastily tossed netting and scrubs kept the majority of it hidden.

"Emmy! T-72s bearing 124, trying to be slick with that position. Toss that turret!" Catlin ordered.

"Copy... acquired!" Came Emily. With a flip of a switch, the belt was switched, and the telescoped darts were loaded instead. Without any orders, Ruth quickly moved the light tank up behind a nearby dune, letting the immense gun depression from their cannon barely peak over the horizon. "Wasting!" Emily announced as the cannon thudded away at the first T-72. The first round slammed into the lower glacis, piercing through the armor easily and spawling the inside. The second round bounced off the front plate and up into the lower turret, detonating the ammo and sending half the tank nearly fifty feet into the air. Emily wooped while simultaneously acquiring the neighboring tank. This T-72 immediately deployed smoke and began reversing in a panic. But it was no use, as with the flip of a switch, the C02 laser rangefinder cut through the smoke without issue, the FLIR automatically locking the armored target. The cannon thudded away again, this time blowing the tracks off the enemy tank and piercing the turret. The driver of the tank quickly bailed as smoke began to pour out of the barrel of the enemy tank.

"Shotgun Shine here, scratch two Iranian tanks. Will continue keeping an eye out." Catlin said before flipping back to the intercom.

"Emily, conserve ammo, this is gonna be a long day."
In Shattered Steel - Armoured Fist. An RP about modern armoured vehicles in an alternate world- ON HIATUS → 11 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The IC is now UP. As you'll be able to interpret, I changed our first location - simply because I thought an amphibious landing was a really exciting way to open big and loud.
In terms of the combat, feel free to make up your own targets and attack them at will. Fighting positions, bunkers, and beach defences overall are all acceptable targets, just to get stuck into the action.

If you weren't certain - we're fighting in Iran, against the Islamic States League. The exact specifics of why will be explained later, as will more specific mission objectives as we move - and more of a plot, too.

In the meantime, let's just get the posts rolling, and once we've had a round of posts from everyone (in no order), I'll get another GM post up - or, in two weeks, whichever comes around first.



In Operation Daytrip- A Heavenfall Story → 11 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In Operation Daytrip- A Heavenfall Story → 11 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Alright done! Hope you enjoy my medic.

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