Natsucooldude

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

@Mifuyne Yeah, he seemed a competent enough fellow

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

I think we're still missing a post from @JDolan.

@Mifuyne

I think he missed the previous round of posting as well. Just saying

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

@Silverwind Blade Any update on when we can expect the next GM post?

NCQuest: Favors for Favors (Taking new players)

Alright, once more with cibility this time.

Hello guys, can I gently inquire about current activity? I've been somewhat out of the loop.

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

Alright, it appears some clarification is needed here.

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I think you missed the part where the GM said our callsign corresponds to our location in the active player directory in the OP. For your convenience, I took a screenshot of the directory in question and put it in this post

Fly safe @HopelessIncubus

Plague-Hunters 2

hey, I'm fine with any group size, in fact I often prefer smaller group. It's easier to keep focus.

Also wow, a guy that just stands up to a mounted nobleman like that in a medieval setting... I already like whoever this is.

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

I'm going to wait for everyone else to reply before I jump in. I don't wanna ninja anyone again xD

@Mifuyne

Well my man, if you really feel like making a post, there's no one stopping you but yourself. Hell, the OOC OP has one guideline that states you have no real obligation to wait on the other players. So I say if you feel like posting, then just do it, alright?

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

Gurjan hadn't really noticed the new face until the commander had specifically pointed out his presence. He briefly wondered what sort of bad decisions had caused him to be 'indisposed' as Erien put it. He hoped this one wasn't another maverick, Nyx was more than enough already when it came to that. He intently listened to the briefing, it seemed the first mission would be a straightforward escort job. Of course, there was the possibility of undetected hostiles, but such were the risks of flying in hostile space. When the commander mentioned pairing up, he took a quick look at his fellow squad members. He already found himself with beef with one of them, and possibly a grudge from another one as well. Still, despite his earlier rant towards Nyx, he knew he would have to trust on her if shit ever hit the fan.

Gurjan was the first to stand up after the meeting was dismissed, he could think of a hundred things to do in the next ninety minutes. All sorts of small possible distractions to adress, like the small hunger he felt in the pit of his stomach right now. And so he swiped some leftover foodstuffs from the table to eat on his way to the hangar

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As gurjan lowered himself into the cockpit of his craft, he still ran a mental checklist of everything he had done. He had checked the ship again with the crew, he had filled in all the paperwork, he had taken his pills against hyperspace nausea or whatever the proper term was, he had sat still for a few minutes to see if anything like a trip to the bathroom or a quick drink of water were needed. He had made himself as free of distractions both physical and mental as possible, just in time to report to the hangar. If anything went wrong today, he would not be to blame.

The pre-flight checklist was something he had recited so many times before, the only reason the repair crew was around at this point was to step in if one of the checks gave a bad result. Engines were still as efficient as he had calibrated them, turret-to-eye tracking was still spot-on. All systems, both primary and auxilliary were nominal. All equipment was secure and took up the absolute minimium amount of space.

And then came that sickening feeling of a ship dropping out of hyperspace. Gurjan fixated his eyes on the nose tip of his figther, he had heard staring at an unmoving point helped mitigate the feelings of disorientation and nausea. Whether such gave a real effect or a mere placebo, he still found himself quite alert and ready for action when the slip back into normal space was done.

The sabre shuddered ever so subtly as it was loaded onto the magnetic rail. And then came the brief moment of expectant silence just before a launch. He heard the voice of the commander through comms. “Wyld fire lead, this is Wyld Fyre five, I am reading you loud and clear, over!”

Ascension (high casual)

I am sorry, but after giving this thing a read, I have concluded that it simply does not suit my interests.

Plague-Hunters 2

"Unless you are a hunter"... Apparently Jonathans name had preceded him before his reputation. “You seem to be mistaken as to my intent my good man.” He took something hanging off the back of his saddle, it looked like a coil of razor wire at first glance, but it had the unmistakable sheen of star-metal. “You see, I do not approach you as a passer-by, or some useless noble who watches idly as the land and the people are scoured by the blight.” He flicked the coil, and it unwrapped to its full length, a glistening snaking whip soared through the sky, and with another flick of jonathans wrist, it retracted in length, each segment clicking together into a massive shaft. “I approach you as a fellow hunter...” Jonathan proudly held his lance pointed skyward. “So... Do you still wish to simply dismiss me as some incompetent?” He asked the question while staring directly at the veteran hunter, as if challenging him to say yes.