JDolan

I'm back after...many years!

@MadamMina Welcome back!

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

Fendric had been busying himself running some diagnostics and simulations on actual hardware in the engineering bays. He was at the far end, running diagnostics on the SN/APY-19 passive radar array, a massive ventrally-mounted radar system that, with a lot of modification to the ventral missile tubes. He'd have to get Nyx to look into it later on. Poor girl was nowhere to be found, he'd long noticed. He needed to talk with her later on. He'd need to see about getting her and a team to see about dismantling two or three Sabre mounts and seeing about reconfiguring them to accept the large domes.

"Damn that woman," he cursed when he heard the commotion, seeing Nyx bolt from under a Sabre and head for somewhere. He muttered something rather inconsiderate under his breath about her.

Not that he could do anything about it now. He had work to do. And so he did it.

"Wallon!"he called, seeing the Isorla's outburst. He didn't care any for Nyx's little drama, but he knew that the Isorla beating down on her over it wasn't going to help anything. "If you're gonna storm off too, at least take these radome casings back down to storage, would you?" he put two long, ovular hemispheres as well as a long, straight length with rounded edges down on a cart. The nanocarbon-fiber was light enough to carry by hand, but they were bulky, large, and a cart would help in getting. "And see to it these get properly logged with the QM before you go. His inventory is a mess right now, and I don't want us to have a hand in making it any worse."

Fendric grumbled to no one in particular. He had two EWACS domes and countless other pod-mounted devices in states of disassembly around him as he did regular maintenance. "And where the fuck are the Window EMC pods I wanted to look over?" Scanning again, he found them.

"Never mind!" he called out to no one in particular once again. "Found them..." He wanted to play with the masking frequencies, see if he couldn't find a more effective and efficient power-band for them to operate on. It'd help cut down rather significantly on the attrition rate of equipment. At least, that was his hope...

@Natsucooldude

Is WH40K just not roleplay viable?(Or perhaps am I unlucky?)

Having run this setting in the past on other sites I'd also like to add that given the sheer scope of the world, getting characters that meaningfully coexist quite interestingly can be...a pain. And while everyone is united in service to the God-Emperor in the RPs, usually...the details are often so disparate that except for the Emperor, there's rarely much that really binds people together. I find too that allowing inter-departmental characters and interactions cause problems too unless there's a very good reason to throw everyone together and a very tightly-controlled narrative. There's only so much that an Mech-Priest and a Commissar can realistically interact about unless both are written exceedingly well.

There's also the sheer matter of scale as well. In a world where millions of people are required to operate a single warship, there's also the general issue of finding a way to balance an interesting character that you want to use to push a narrative forward, with the fact that realistically speaking, even the most 'interesting' or 'senior' characters people play are the tiniest cogs in the machine.

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

Introductions made, Fendric gave a smart salute and dismissed himself along with the others once the tour of their quarters was made.

He listened to the rather mundane details. None of what was said really surprised him. What did surprise him, however also quite pleased the lieutenant as he got his first orders. A stiff, but polite, agreeable, nod to Lieutenant Miles. "Look forward to working with you," he said before watching the scramble begin. His words called out rather futilely it seemed as she dashed off to a room to claim a choice spot. A brief thought came to him, but he thought better of it, especially as he saw Lieutenant Erwan fill the spot. Slinging his bag of his shoulder, he chose then entered the fourth room from the left, as one looked in from the entryway, almost directly opposite the dining table and stools arranged around it.

At once, he began to unpack, picking the bed on the left as his own.

"We got a duty schedule up yet, or not yet?" he asked, calling into the common room, and all those dormitories still with their doors opened.

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

Working on a thing as well.

The Syndicate: Soldiers of Fortune

Pardon its incompleteness. I'm still working on it, but wanted to put something up to prove my maintenance of interest in the RP. Most of this is finished; just need to back-fill the pre-Legion service, as well as get an appearance sorted out.

Name- Lucas Stephan Waalboer

Appearance- TBA

Age- 32

Nationality- Belgian

Service History-

6 years, Belgian Land Component: 4 years 2 Commando Battalion, 2 years Special Forces Group
5 years French Foreign Legion: 13th Demi-Brigade of Foreign Legion (13 DBLE); Service in Afghanistan, Eritrea, Somalia, Mali, Central African Republic.

Bio- TBA

After being discharged from the Belgian army, Lucas spent about six months aimlessly wondering what to do with his life. Very quickly, he decided that he wanted some adventure and . Yet, at the time most PMCs had a terrible reputation. As such, he did the next best thing. He joined the French Foreign Legion. There, he changed his name and served five years as Stephan van der Kamp in the French Foreign Legion, reaching the rank of Caporal (Corporal), after being groomed for NCO service after being picked out for his past experience.

Most of Lucas/Stephan's time in the Légion Étrangère was served in desolate regions. Whether 13 DBLE's base in Eritrea, or northern Mali, or the endless expanses of the Central African Republic, or the mountains of Afghanistan, civilization and comfort wasn't something Lucas was ever terribly familiar with. Not that it mattered, he enjoyed the work, even if most of it was

WHen his term of service was up, he declined a second contract with the Legion, deciding that now, with more and better-established organizations out there, perhaps it was time to put his services to better use, or at least a use that would pay far, far, better. Various corporate militaries had gained a less unfavorable reputation. And so it was that, after some research, within a year of discharge, Lucas Stephan Waalboer joined up.

Notes- In short, Lucas doesn't have much of an agenda with his service. He generally can divorce his own personal beliefs with the missions he is given. That said, it does not mean he doesn't have opinions, and those opinions general mean that he does what he can to help people, within reason. He knows everything, everywhere, cannot be fixed sometimes. That does not mean he has a live-and-let-live belief, but he is often, with few reservations, willing to support the lesser of two evils, with an eye to the long-game as it were. He's seen enough that he knows, the reformer of today is liable to become a tyrant tomorrow once he's gotten the hearts and minds of the people.

Mercenary-styled Military RP?

Depending on how it shapes up, I'll jump in.

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

The shuttle had been late. Taking leave hadn't exactly been Fendric Masaryk's idea after he finished up his familiarization tour on several other ships in the region. It'd been foisted upon him by the full retrofitting of 122 EACS's whole flight line. And since they'd be down for at least several days, Fendric had no desire to sit around doing nothing at all. It baffled him, however, that they'd take an entire squadron to full stand-down, just to do a total refit of the whole unit. It just wasn't done. Every time ships had gone in for retrofit or refurbishment, they'd kept at least a few of the squadron's aerospace fighters ready for launch, at least until the first ships (or, in this case their replacements) returned from the machinist's shop. And while that was the colonel's prerogative, the pilot decided, it didn't mean that the man stepping out of the shuttle had to like it any.

The hanger was large enough, and would have felt spacious were it now crowded by the oppressive busywork of the mechanical crews trying to fix up the Sabres with such haste. The fighters, in Masaryk's opinion, should have been ferried over in the conventional way - flown in, jump-rings piggybacked around them. Especially if it left Heart of Valour unable to maintain its own picket.

It didn't take long however for Fendric to feel a little more at ease as he saw the throng congregating around a particularly tall, white, Isorlai. It didn't take much for him to realize what was going on. He approached the collection, looking to those on his left as he settled at the rightmost end of the line. Tucked under his arm, papers instructing him here, to 122 Expeditionary Aerospace Combat Squadron after a term of leave on the surface that had served as a fine capstone for a few weeks on another ship, running EW drills on some of the larger ships in the flotilla. Cross-training, mostly for familiarization more than actual expected usage of the systems, on warship detection and warning systems helped greatly in allowing Fendric to understand the strengths and weaknesses and capabilities of his own . Since it was generally acknowledged (though many of the contractors would balk at the notion, since they always proclaimed to make the best equipment in the universe) that most opposition ships had similar sensor capabilities, knowing the limits and capabilities of one's own ships ensured he'd be able to find the chinks in an opponent's sensor array.

"Ma'am, Colonel Bellioch, reporting as instructed."

I made a map

What sort of scale are we looking at here? What are the dimensions of this area of the world you've built

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

@Silverwind Blade Great, glad to hear, and can't wait to see this in action. I'm liking a bunch of the others on offer as well.