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Sky Warrior Stories: The New York 5 (closed)

PIlots, prepare for combat.

(EEEEEEEEEEEEE I've always wanted to say that )

Sky Warrior Stories: The New York 5 (closed)

"Alright everybody, calm down, we're reaching the CZ right about now, I don't want any friendly fire, even these junkers will take advantage if we don't work well as a unit. From what I've seen their planes are pretty bad, so we should get out of this without a scratch. If any one of you dies, I will be the one who gets the blame, so please don't do that." Ken stated calmly, flipping the switch on his scanning computer and preforming checks to insure he was in fighting shape.

All was well, and Ken spoke back into the radio as he surveyed the area.

"My plane's got an on-board scanning computer and an EMP if things get hairy, I'll be sure to scan for weaknesses if I get the chance. If any of you have special armament, be sure to use it, don't save it to surprise us unless you want to be surprising our corpses."

As he scanned the air around them, he noticed a shadow darting around in the corner of his vision, he assumed it to be a wing-mate until he heard the telltale roar of a jet-engine.

A jet engine? He furrowed his brow in a mixture of confusion and dread. Leaning forwards, he managed to catch a glimpse of a jet flying in a circular pattern around a larger plane.

Oh boy, looks like I shit the bed on this one. Ken thought, sweat beginning to form on his forehead.

"Hey, uh, guys? I see a jet... or two... or three... tā mā de," he swore under his breath.

A painted jet appeared far above them, loudspeaker blaring from underneath the cockpit.

"Well well, look at this merry band of old farts, it's almost sad. You were the ones gunning down my scouts? Well, we'll see how well you fight when faced with an opponent who can shoot back!" The distorted voice yelled, somehow managing to be heard over the cacophony of powerful engines.

Suddenly, a group of five jets began circling the air directly to the front of the group, with a larger duel-engined plane lagging behind them. Ken stared a moment, slightly afraid, but quickly getting over himself when he noticed how badly coordinated their movements were. He pushed his controls down and plunged into a quick dive, preparing himself for the intense G-forces he'd be under.

"I'm going to draw one or two away, it'll be easier to face three jets than five!" He yelled into the radio as he continued to plunge. This was going to be a first for him, non-simulated wing-on-wing combat, he almost felt excited through the anxiety and fear, though that may have been his bowels getting ready to vacate themselves.

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Seated right in the front was the large Rodrigo Nantua, wrapped in a cape and taking up more space than anyone could deem necessary. The duke's seizure had brought a fury upon the residents of the Villa Nantua like none before it, and Rodrigo fanned their flame by declaring that he would return with an army at his back.

The Nantuas had never been friends of the church, hell, they were perhaps the most obvious evidence of the church's draining power, were it not for the duke, Rodrigo and his kin would have been burned as heretics before they could muster a defense. The duke's seizure was incredibly dangerous for the prestigious (and infamous) banker clan.

Rodrigo knew his presence would bring protest, but as the city's preeminent military mind, he was a shoe-in for the title of Master-of-Arms, though he'd still have to give a speech to convince those who still doubted him. Standing from his seat to a near-silent room, Rodrigo noticed a few clergymen in the audience whose collective glares were enough to bring a slight pallor to the banker's face. Looking over a few of the other eminent figures in the room, he nodded slightly, all men of coin or talk, no-one quite like him.

"As we've all been introduced, I'll spare you the long greetings. As all of us know, this council is against the law of our holy father," he said, giving a condescending snort. "If we are to survive in this world with our city intact, we can no longer rely on the protection of our religious leaders. My kinsmen in Trato may be looking down on our weak defenses like vultures looking down on a dying stag, those from across the sea may be looking at our city as a gold mine to pad their pockets.

"It is clear to anyone with half a brain in their skull that our position requires a change, if we do not change, then we will die, whether at the hands of our holy father or some opportunist. We need an army, not a ramshackle force of mercenaries and pirates, a real standing army. Whether of the Traton model or of some other. I will be the change that this city needs, to defend our homes, our coffers, our families. Do not consider this a power grab by a grasping fool like my father would have been. I am here to protect my interests, and yours. Whether you believe me or not is up to opinion, and frankly, I care for your opinion as much as an ocean cares for a lake. Veranth needs this, you need this. We fly, or we fall, and I hope to make damn sure that we don't fall. Thank you chairman," Rodrigo finished, standing a moment and staring at the chairman before sitting once more, pleased with his speech.

Again looking over the room, he tried to see how many were convinced, and how many still doubted him, he was sure the first camp would have to be getting smaller by the moment.

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@Polybius Banking yeah

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@rush99999 I was just leafing

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@rush99999 Don't make me get my stick! I can and will poke you repeatedly until you leave!

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@Theodorable What're you doing in my house? It's called the Villa NANTUA for a reason.

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Rodrigo

Name: Rodrigo Nantua

Age: 42

Residence: Villa Nantua, Veranth.

Floor plan

Personality: Arrogant is a good word to describe Rodrigo. He is sly and cruel, and has no friends beside his sword and his mind. He is known for his eyes not speaking with his mouth and it is hard to judge what he will do next. He furrows his brows when frustrated and never smiles. Rodrigo's ambitions involve becoming the next leader of Verantha and claiming the entire Lassa peninsula for himself for his own gain. His temper is as fiery as his bright red beard when he is angered, and he is quick to challenge an opponent to a duel despite his relatively low skill. Rodrigo does what he is told and rarely argues. He refuses to kill children and attempts to stop men under his command from looting and murdering after sieges, an unpopular move, but one he thinks is just.

Background: Born to a banker family in Verantha, Rodrigo is of Parmosi and Traton descent. His family was very rich, but they had gotten those riches through questionably legal means, and were thus very unpopular. He was the youngest of four children and had an additional two half-brothers from his father's previous marriage. His eldest half-brother was lynched by a mob when he seized church property for not paying up on a loan. It was this incident that drove Rodrigo's father to heavily push for clerical reform, seizing the property with mercenaries and burning down the church as payment for his son's death.

It was not long after this incident that Rodrigo's father was poisoned along with his eldest daughter in what was believed to be a murder-suicide as a result of growing discontent with his business practices. An attempt to protect his daughter from retaliation while saving himself from a similar lynching as the one his son had suffered. Rodrigo was sent to an officer's academy not soon after as a result of his growing interest in swordplay and warfare. He was recruited into the Varanthan army and made a name for himself as a skilled tactician. Returning to his family's villa to discover his remaining half-brother murdered by his eldest full-brother and tossed to the crowds, who rabidly tore him apart. This brother then shaved his head and declared himself a monk to atone for his family's crimes. As the oldest remaining eligible male, Rodrigo became head of the house and owner of the villa.

Rodrigo has two daughters, Elena and Katarina, and an adopted son, Giovanni, born to his monk-brother before he turned to the church. His brother recently passed as a result of symptoms similar to pneumonia. Though most don't suspect Rodrigo of his brother's murder, he still attempts to hide any evidence in order to appear innocent despite his guilt.

Attributes:

• Fame Rank 2
• Charisma Rank 0
• Combat Rank 1
• Faith Rank 1

Skills:

• Rank 1 literacy
• Rank 1 speech
• Rank 3 strategy
• Rank 2 leadership
• Rank 1 dueling

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I'll bring my cs over asap.