Rhona W

Across Broken Skies [Ace Combat inspired RP]

Ariella responded to each pilots' declaration they were up with a firm and positive 'Roger' as they checked in. As Farid's F-20 formed up on the flight of aircraft, she lead them out of the holding pattern, and gradually increased speed, sending them off on course for the holding tanker over the Mediterranean sea, safely - or so they hoped - off the shores and territorial waters of Egypt and Libya.

The flight to the tankers' racetrack holding pattern was uneventful and quiet, with the early afternoon sun blazing, and visibility good for miles in all directions. As always, in the changed world post-asteroid and post-flood, the sea was alive with merchant shipping below, and while not choking from horizon to horizon, there were a good number of vessels about.
Finally, the tanker checked in with them, and Ariella lead the squadron into their holding position for the hookup with the VC-10, the elegant British-made aircraft flying a straight and steady course ahead.
"Pilots, check your planes and prepare for refuelling," declared the tankers' refuelling operation. "By the numbers, now, over"
"Roger, moving into position, over"
She ensured all the comms channels were synced up, with the squadron and the tanker on the same channel, before speaking to all present.
"Okay team. Five, you go in last - your aircraft has the shortest legs, with mine close behind. Three, you're most heavily loaded and had to take off with the most weight and least fuel. Go in first to top up. Two, you follow second. Then three, myself and Five."
She retarded the throttle slightly and took a high aft position of the formation, giving plenty of clearance to the others as they refuelled, talked in expertly by the tanker operator, who lead them on with patiently and quietly encouraging words in a clear tone.

Finally, her own turn came around, and the Israeli plugged the basket with the probe on the Kfir first try, having conducted numerous refuellings in her career.
Pounds of fuel were pumped over as she held the delta jet steady, waving back as the Englishman in the observation bubble waved to her as she hung in the air behind the converted airliner.
Finally, with a puff of liquid freezing in the air, the VC-10 pulled away and she dropped back, dropping and banking aside.
"Next," she called over the radio, mimicking a waitress. "Musket, you're up"

After the last aircraft had refuelled, the VC-10 crew broke away, and the big jet blinked its' navigation lights twice in farewell, before banking away in a gentle turn back towards the north, and the safer UN territory of Europe.
For the flight, Ariella banked the opposite way, heading them towards Northern Africa, and their eventual rendezvous with their mission.
"Okay everyone," she remarked over the radio, buckling up her oxygen mask. "We'll be crossing the territorial boundary in approx thirty minutes. Feet dry ten minutes after that. As soon as we cross the beach, we go low altitude and terrain mask until fifteen miles out from the targets for the recon. A sharp pull up to get the best recon picture then, and we split formation. Four and five, you drive in to take the photos, while the rest of us play decoy and crank up our ECM and make a lotta noise to keep them looking the other way. Once the photos are done, we bust out for the coast, and make a mess of the designated sites. Everyone understand the mission?"

Across Broken Skies [Ace Combat inspired RP]

Nobodyman, yes! We are certainly looking for a few more people to fill in the spots. You're more than welcome to join us. Feel free to ask anything you need - we'll all be happy to help you out.

Nautilus, I'm just replying to your post now. Thanks for getting one up! Glad you're still with us :)

Everyone, feel free to fill in the gaps in time in my post with what your characters do in the various scenes, as I'm deliberately leaving what and how your characters act etc. while skipping us on to the mission at the same time. So, there's plenty of scope for you to fill in your own characters' experiences in those times.

From the ashes ((An anthro-optional post apocalyptic rp))

I haven't played Metro 2033 (though I do mean to!), but I have played Fallout 3 & New Vegas, and I am generally familiar with many different post-apocalyptic settings and scenarios. That in mind, what kind of way is this going to go? Is it going to be 'several hundred years' after a war, or was the war only a few short years ago, or even ending only recently? Is it going to be rad-mutants and zombies, or more marauding gangs, or somewhere in between?
Just wondering out of curiosity :)

From the ashes ((An anthro-optional post apocalyptic rp))

I haven't played Metro 2033 (though I do mean to!), but I have played Fallout 3 & New Vegas, and I am generally familiar with many different post-apocalyptic settings and scenarios. That in mind, what kind of way is this going to go? Is it going to be 'several hundred years' after a war, or was the war only a few short years ago, or even ending only recently? Is it going to be rad-mutants and zombies, or more marauding gangs, or somewhere in between?
Just wondering out of curiosity :)

Ace Combat-esque RP - more players needed.

I have an RP underway, though it has not got very far at the moment.
We did start off with a great amount of players and characters, but after a large number of dropouts for mostly unanswered and unspecified reasons, we're down to only a handful, and it's making the game hard going.

The game is not an Ace Combat one exactly, but it is set in a very Ace Combat-inspired setting. The players are a multi-national squadron of pilots, who have modified aircraft to fight against a global coup, in a world that is quite altered from our own.

You do not need to have an encyclopedic knowledge of modern military aircraft and systems, but a basic familiarity, or at least an interest and a willingness to learn more would be welcome and valuable.

If you have any questions, please ask away, or head over to the OOC thread to ask them, or show your interest.
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/37922/posts/ooc?page=1#post-1124283

Wings Over Germany

November 22, 1956
RAF Gutersloh
Berlin
West Germany, Central Europe

John had been enjoying a pleasant dream, sparked out in his bunk in deep in the clutches of rest as the crashing jangle of alert sirens intruded on his slumber, blasting him mercilessly into being awake.
Shocked and startled, he was bought back to his senses as the squadron leader hammered on the doors of the squadrons' pilots, yelling to them all that it wasn't a drill, and to get their arses in the air double-quick.

Yanking on his flight suit in record time, John grabbed his flight gear in the press of bodies in the scramble to get out to the line of waiting F.6 Hunters outside. Already, engines were spooling up, the sound audible even above the chorus of sirens and shouting voices.
In the run outside, he found himself alongside his squadron leader, and glancing over to him, he yelled, eyes wide in alarm.
"Sir, what the hell is going on? What's happening, is it the bloody Russians?"
"Looks like it, old son. We just got the order to scramble down from on high. Sounds like a lot of the front-line bases have been hit. So far-"
The pair paused as they reached the aircraft. The first of the Hunters had already gotten airborne, while others were on the taxi. On the horizon, further over the skies of Berlin, fires raged and the concussive rumbles of explosions could be heard. There was a sound like screeching air and ripping canvas, and then the corner of one of the bases' hangars exploded in a ball of fire.
"Artillery!" remarked the squadron leader. "Go, hurry! They'll have the range of the runway or the aircraft soon!"
A second volley came in even as John began to haul himself up the ladder to this aircraft, this time finding the mark on one of the aircraft parked nearby. It brewed up in a tremendous explosion, taking the next in line along with it. Feeling frantic, John slapped the quick-start engine button, the ground crew having already removed all the jets' tags and covers. A quick glance at the instruments revealed he had barely a fighting load; just a handful of rounds for the 30mm cannons, no bombs or rockets.
"Get in the air," came the squadron leaders' voice. "We've been caught off-guard. Anyone who can get airborne is being redirected West to form a composite squadron-"
His words died out as the Hunter was hit by another mortar shell. Cursing out loud, John inched the throttle forward, the Hunter picking up pace into a fast taxi. As soon as he hit the runway, he advanced the throttle to full military power, keeping the brakes on. The Avon engine spooled up to speed with an ear-splitting shriek and he blasted down the runway, feeling as though there were a crosshairs on his head with every second the fighter spent on the ground. The roar of the asphalt under the wheels underscored his heart hammering against his ribs, until the airspeed indicator read true, and he hauled the stick back to his stomach, the grey-green fighter leaping skyward with seemingly as much joy as its' pilot.
He quickly cleaned up the F.6 and gained as much altitude as he dared - and not a moment too soon, as another explosion blossomed over the runway.

Switching over to the air control frequency, he heard dozens of voices all clamouring for the same information. The sky over Berlin - and Germany - seemed to be crowded with people confused and disoriented as the sudden shocking assault had rolled in on them. Heading on a westward course, as per the CO's last orders and the overriding information on the channel, he tilted the Hunter F.6 into a bank to the west, still stunned by the ferocity of the assault below. It was too dark to see much, but the fires breaking out all over, and the sporadic flashes of gunfire and explosions told as much of a story as any he needed to see.
Disheartened, but feeling the spark of anger and the desire to hit back light inside him, Buchanon steered the Hunter to the west, checking his charts for reference. There was only one base that was a likely location.

A little over half an hour later, the Hunter dropped out of the sky, landing lights ablaze as it straightened up on the runway centreline. Following a 'FOLLOW ME' vehicle, the Pilot looked on in amazement as his canopy opened during the taxi. A hodge-podge assortment of aircraft were parked almost haphazardly around the base, almost nose-to-tail. Some were damaged and being picked over by crews for spares, while others stood almost pristine and waiting for fuel or armaments.
The truck left him, and a crewman waved him into an empty spot of apron, and he shut the jet down, unstrapping himself while the engine wound down and a crewman pulled up a ladder.

With no sign of any further orders, he headed for the crew lounge, getting directions from a handful of crewmen, who looked harassed and overworked by the scale of operations around them.
He entered the room quietly, and nodded to the other pilot there, sinking into a seat and setting his helmet down on a table nearby, before lighting up a slim cigarette. Taking a breath of the smoke, he rolled words around his mind, before looking over at the West German - by his insignia - pilot, and speaking quietly.
"Hell of a night, eh, old chum?"

Across Broken Skies [Ace Combat inspired RP]

I'm going to give Nautilus another day to make a post, but if nothing comes up by tomorrow evening, then I'm going to move us on.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Well, I figure I'll wait and twiddle my thumbs for a bit longer. Kind of waiting for... almost all of the other GEAR pilots who are left to post before we can get the mission rolling.

From the ashes ((An anthro-optional post apocalyptic rp))

Hello, old chap. I'm interested in this :)

Wings Over Germany

I'll try and get a post up later. I must admit I'm slightly confused, are we all taking off from the same place and then landing again? That's what I understood from your post.
Also off to an airshow today, and there's a Hunter in the lineup!