Hey, so. Not sure how to go about this, but I'm noticing that the remember me button isn't clicking and i keep getting signed out.
Caster Member
Petty Dabbler of The Dark Arts
STATUS: Well. School is almost over... And I think I have a job opportunity... And it's a place I already know. So... Neat. 3 yrs ago
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Well. School is almost over... And I think I have a job opportunity... And it's a place I already know. So... Neat.
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She was young. But also, life expectancy was like... 40...
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Nah, it's definitely lightish red. And Grif is definitely yellow.
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Not sorry
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Mmmmm mac n cheese and chicken tendies.
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Oh boy... I really need to dust this thing off... Oh well.
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@Shadowstrum Hey, there. I have a couple ideas. Shoot me a PM?
Hello. I have an idea or two based on a pairing and the sci-fi genre. Cool if I send you a PM? @Cara
Caster had been coming around a couple asteroids when he received Valana's transmission about hunting down the lone tie fighter. He was coming about and headed in the direction of Jax's quad-jumper, not terribly far away.
"Caster, would you mop up the runner?"
"Roger, I'm on it," He had replied. He lowered his throttle and came around, adjusting his coarse for the TIE fighter that was attempting to disengage. "I've already had my one that got away. You're not pretty enough for that."
“Caster for Kark’s sake, get that magnificent speedbeast of yours and take down that scout, I’ll assist our ace in hunting down this other TIE.”
"I got it, I got it," he said again. He hit his after burners, catching up to the TIE fighter. He fired a couple blasts around it, purposefully to let it know that it was not allowed to disengage until it was decided by the crew he was apart of. He took his after burner down and reduced his travel speed to combat speeds, maneuvering around asteroids, following the TIE. Fast they were, but not particularly maneuverable. Not even as maneuverable in a stock Z-95. With the modifications that Caster had made to his drive core and the overhaul he had done to his own Z-95, he had this in the bag. I fired a few bursts, tagging the stabilizers, rocking the fighter in front of him, a little. He targeted the engines of the TIE fighter, opening another burst, hitting dead center of each engine. The explosion cause a back-draft in the fuel source and cause the entire fighter to rapidly combust, as Caster pealed out quickly.
"Scout taken care of," Caster sent over the comms. "Regrouping now." He flew on his way towards his allied fighters.
"Caster, would you mop up the runner?"
"Roger, I'm on it," He had replied. He lowered his throttle and came around, adjusting his coarse for the TIE fighter that was attempting to disengage. "I've already had my one that got away. You're not pretty enough for that."
“Caster for Kark’s sake, get that magnificent speedbeast of yours and take down that scout, I’ll assist our ace in hunting down this other TIE.”
"I got it, I got it," he said again. He hit his after burners, catching up to the TIE fighter. He fired a couple blasts around it, purposefully to let it know that it was not allowed to disengage until it was decided by the crew he was apart of. He took his after burner down and reduced his travel speed to combat speeds, maneuvering around asteroids, following the TIE. Fast they were, but not particularly maneuverable. Not even as maneuverable in a stock Z-95. With the modifications that Caster had made to his drive core and the overhaul he had done to his own Z-95, he had this in the bag. I fired a few bursts, tagging the stabilizers, rocking the fighter in front of him, a little. He targeted the engines of the TIE fighter, opening another burst, hitting dead center of each engine. The explosion cause a back-draft in the fuel source and cause the entire fighter to rapidly combust, as Caster pealed out quickly.
"Scout taken care of," Caster sent over the comms. "Regrouping now." He flew on his way towards his allied fighters.
@frapet I'll have a post up today as soon as I can.
@frapet I really appreciate it. For now, I don't want to give it up. Things like this are one of the few places I can get the hell away from life and not be stuck in mine for a while. But I will let you know, and if its a problem, ill find a way to write out my character.
I finally posted. I'm so sorry for taking so long DX
I've been having to deal with some personal issues at home.... I should be more frequent, but I can't promise consistency as I'm working 12-14 hour shifts on the regular with practically no sleep in between.
I've been having to deal with some personal issues at home.... I should be more frequent, but I can't promise consistency as I'm working 12-14 hour shifts on the regular with practically no sleep in between.
"Roger. Wilco on cozy time," Caster interrupted the comms transmissions. He rarely spoke, unless he had to. Though, when he did, it was usually some sarcastic remark. He engaged his weapons and made a sensor sweep, finding the few TIE fighters that were being referenced. He powered up his weapons as they reached full charge. He ran another sweep, finding the fighter that was en-route to the two, preparing to maneuver around the asteroid field they had been dropped into.
"Copy, Jax," Caster replied to the radio transmission. He adjusted his coarse to follow Alana's fighter. The overhaul and modifications to the Z-95 provided useful, as it was almost as maneuverable as an XWING, and just as fast, to boot. "Valana, I'm coming up on your port side wing, take lead, I'll hang back as your wing man. Suggest flanking maneuver. Follow him down, I'll come around that asteroid at two-o-clock-high." He readied his fighter to perform the maneuver he had suggested. "We'll meet in the middle and attack from both angles. Aim for his reactor, center of mass, rear. I'll go for the cockpit." Caster adjusted and flew over top of Valana's vessel, rolling over to her right, preparing to veer off to his own to come around the noted asteroid.
"Copy, Jax," Caster replied to the radio transmission. He adjusted his coarse to follow Alana's fighter. The overhaul and modifications to the Z-95 provided useful, as it was almost as maneuverable as an XWING, and just as fast, to boot. "Valana, I'm coming up on your port side wing, take lead, I'll hang back as your wing man. Suggest flanking maneuver. Follow him down, I'll come around that asteroid at two-o-clock-high." He readied his fighter to perform the maneuver he had suggested. "We'll meet in the middle and attack from both angles. Aim for his reactor, center of mass, rear. I'll go for the cockpit." Caster adjusted and flew over top of Valana's vessel, rolling over to her right, preparing to veer off to his own to come around the noted asteroid.
I'll do my best.
I will also post ASAP. Just got a new job and they kinda threw me into 10-14 hour days.
I will also post ASAP. Just got a new job and they kinda threw me into 10-14 hour days.
Caster lit his tabac cigarette and waited for the captain to address him. He took a drag and let it out slowly. "What's the problem with my fighter? I've made a few special modifications to her myself. SHe'll out manuever any imperial TIE fighter at the drop of a hat." He took another slow drag from his cigarette and inhaled, letting it out slowly. "I understand my orders, Cap." He sniffed once, as iff to clear his sinuses and let it out just as fast. "I'll just need twenty minutes to finish my overhaul. Guidance and Nav were a little out of date."
Caster didn't bother to join in with what he thought was a stupid chant. It had nothing to do with Mandalore. Or mandalorians. Or anything remotely... inspiring to him. Whatever. As long as he didn't fight it, he was sure he could get away without having to chant along. When the chant was over, he took the last puff of his cigarette and put it out on the instep of his boot and cracked his neck before walking back to his fighter to make final adjustments for his overhaul and to prep for takeoff.
Caster didn't bother to join in with what he thought was a stupid chant. It had nothing to do with Mandalore. Or mandalorians. Or anything remotely... inspiring to him. Whatever. As long as he didn't fight it, he was sure he could get away without having to chant along. When the chant was over, he took the last puff of his cigarette and put it out on the instep of his boot and cracked his neck before walking back to his fighter to make final adjustments for his overhaul and to prep for takeoff.
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