Rhona W

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

Silverwind watched as Adrian put the Capybara down with some swift and effective moves. As the hare secured his pistol, the vulpine glanced quickly into the front office, and then through the pane of glass in the door into the warehouse at the back; no one had seen or heard them that he could see.
As Adrian questioned him on how to proceed, he paused as his comms went off, the earbud giving a soft chime at the incoming message.

"Nawlin here, possible lead, or possible trap, will contact within 30 min, if no contact, assume captured....or worse."

"All right. Be careful, both of you. If it looks bad, get the hell out of there. We're proceeding as planned".
He turned his attention back to Adrian, tapping one booted paw on the floor before nodding to the open filing cabinet. "He was looking through there. Maybe there's records of who else he'd got ID's for. Even if it ain't their real names, we oughta be able t' find somethin'"
He yanked a length of cable out from under the desk and tossed it to Adrian. "Tie that joker up, and I'll look through this lot".

A few moments later he stood back with a sheaf of papers, spreading them out on the desk. The pictures were grainy and taken from the same room. Frowning, he turned around and looked up into the corner of the room, spotting an IR security sensor. A memory chip was attached to each of the papers in a plastic wallet.
"I get it," he said after a moment of scanning the papers. "These are his insurance. Kept off the 'net, and produced only after he'd made the deals. No one squeals on him, as he has dirt on who they really are. Pictures-" he tapped the papers, "-and I'm guessing this is video and audio," he continued, tapping the chips. "If we play these, we might get some idea where these guys are".

Before he could hear the reply from Adrian, his earbud sounded again, this time with Kuraiko's voice.

"Blade, gonna tail a trolley with parts, being loaded by a rhino, looks like a beefy-lookin' guy made the purchase. Will check in whenever it is safe to, though if I don't within 15 minutes, assume I got made."

"Be careful - he might be one of the Imperial Special Forces. They'll have their own security, so watch out. See what you can find out, but don't engage unless you're attacked first - and even then, fight to break away".

He once again turned his attention to Adrian, before feeding the chips into his PADD and holding up the device so both could see the playback. It showed the Imperial Princess, along with what they could assume to be her guards, by the way they acted around her. And shortly after, they saw 'Cynthia and Luke', the two Red Guard who'd been captured in the earlier operation when posing as civilians on the Landcrawler.
"So, the Princess was travellin' incognito," Silverwind surmised. "She musta been plannin' to travel on usin' the Landcrawler from here. Someone must've picked up her trail, leadin' to the attack. Which means one of those two groups that attacked the 'crawler are the ones that have her now. We know one lot are Imperials, but not who the others are".
He grumbled as he switched off the PADD.
"I think it's time we rejoined the others; ain't much more t' find out here".

* * *

The park was as the mink had described. A green open space in the middle of the town, it was enclosed by a thick wall, with winding paths through flourishing and well-waters green bushes, plants, trees and laws. There was even an ornamental pool in the middle, with a fountain. Also in line with what she had said, the towns' police HQ was on the opposite side of the road to the parks' entrance, within a couple of heartbeats' sprint.
There were few people around and about in the park, despite its' peace and quiet. As such, the Minks' voice could be heard in low conversation as the pair approached, from the other side of a bush, in conversation with a oddly flat-sounding male voice.
"And you're sure I should make contact with them?"
"They are looking for her too. You are both working toward the same goal. It is a logical pursuit, after all. And once you have the Princess, her information coupled with your own may bring them over to your cause. If not, we will pursue alternatives. For the meantime, they can help you recover her".
There was an annoyed sigh, and then she replied "All right."
As soon as the pair caught sight of her, however, there was no-one standing nearby at all, simply the mink standing with her arms folded, before looking over to the pair.
"Ah, good. You turned up," she said with a hesitant smile. "So... let's talk. I have information, and I think you might want it. It's regarding a certain important woman"

* * *

The hefty-looking vulpine moved down the street, the rhino following with the trolley of parts. After leaving the main market square, the fox headed to the north of the centre of town, the opposite side of the settlement to where the Claw had docked, heading out into the outer area of the city, with all of its' heavy industry. The streets grew wider and the people more sparse. Along with it, the buildings changed from residential units and retail establishments into industrial units. Chain-link fences hid away industries of all kinds and their yards. Vehicles rumbled back on forth on their business.
At one junction, the fox stopped, and a wolf loomed out of the shadows to join him, the pair conversing quietly for a few moments, before the pair took over posession of the trolley and turned into the fenced parking lot of a warehouse. More workers, equally burly and physically fit, stood around the doors, smoking and scanning the roads with sharp, eager eyes.
As the garage-style door rolled up and raised, a scarred, powerful-looking lynx was briefly visible, before the door rolled down again.

* * *

In the market, one of the smallest and brightest-eyed of the kids, a young female ferret with bright pink pigtails, nodded rapidly at Es. "Uh-huh," she said in a rapid voice. "I know who, old Doc Burton! He sells that kinda stuff!" She beckoned the feline to follow her, running on a few steps with a few of her other friends, before beckoning Es to follow, leading her into a side-street, away from the hustle and bustle, and into a narrow, sleepy street. People sat in wide porches, poking cooking fires with long sticks, or just watching the world go by from chairs in the doorways. Soft, tinny music in a variety of languages drifted, and laundry flapped on lines strung between the second-floor window.
Ahead, a hand-made wooden sign was propped up against the wall of a porch, displaying a green cross; the universal sign for a medical establishment on Arvara.

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

I will keep the momentum going, and a new GM post will hopefully be up this eve!

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

Well, that was weird. I was apparently briefly unsubscribed from my own thread o_0

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

Scott kept up with Zhenya and Jan as they rappelled down the side of the building, kicking off every so many feet to bounce down the side of the metal and concrete face until they were at the entry point, boarded up with plywood. Leaning back, he let the rope take the strain as he waited for the charge to be attached. A cold wind blew, turned to a whistle by the vents in his helmet and the gap between his headset and ear, and he gritted his teeth against the winter cold.

"Not bad, really."

"Yeh, at least we have a nice view" he quipped back, rocking from foot to foot slightly as he waited in the brief few moments they had, checking his P-90. Jan nodded to him, and he took up the slack on his line again, ready to swing - literally - back into action.

"One."

Scott pushed off of the wall at the same instant the charge blew, swinging toward the cracked and smouldering plywood. His boots smashed through the flimsy, thin covering with his weight behind them, the crash of falling glass and the splintering crack of wood an accompaniment to the yelled of rough, accented voices shouting as he came through the window in a storm of motion. As soon as he hit the floor the P-90 was up and at his shoulder, firing at its' insanely high RoF. He caught one man with his back to him, half-crouched over a table, another coming out of a glass-walled office, his hands bringing up an AK. He pushed on as Jan barked out the word to move, dashing forward with the PDW glued to his shoulder. He saw a movement of shadow ahead, and sprayed the flimsy partition wall with rounds, rewarded with a man toppling out of cover, gurgling as he collapsed. Zhneya and Jan finished up the rest, and he quickly ejected the spent, cassette-like mag from the P-90, slapping another of the long magazines into place on the top of the receiver.

Jan's next orders came through, and Scott nodded firmly. "Right," he replied in a clipped voice, tense with the numbers against them and the smell of blood and gunfire in the air. Moving on, he vaulted a low desk as Jan slid across another and they stacked up on the next door. He nodded briefly to his commander and friend, before booting the door open and sliding in, flowing around the frame like water.
Already there were plenty more hostiles, and already they were angry. He didn't hesitate or think further; they were targets so down they went. The P-90 chattered as he worked the crowd, snap-shooting one of the tangoes in the upper chest, before ducking into cover and rolling around the edge to take another in the face. Another got a burst up his leg as it protruded from cover, and he went to his feet again, rounds from an uzi-wielder zipping just above his helmet. He cursed in a growl as he returned fire, driving the bad guy back into cover as he moved forward, taking cover behind a photocopier.

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

anyone like French Jokes?

I like the Rafale. And the Mirage is a good plane too.

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

Is it weird for a cat to be licking year toes?

I think it's weird if you enjoy it. But I've seen cats do plenty of weird things.

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

Although said mercs will simply be highly-motivated amateurs flying stuff out from the boneyard to get playfully 'shot down' in simulated combat.

Oh, of course - but I was more posting it as I found it relevant since we're all playing mercenary fighter pilots, of course!
I know it's not exactly the same, but fun to see the parallel there.

*really loud whistling*

*pulls out a megaphones* NEW POST IS UP!

Mostly it just finished off the sortie. Don't feel like you have to reply, as I didn't leave it especially open for them, but feel free to whack something up on the other hand if you want to.
I'll get another one up in a shorter time than normal to get us up to date on the overall situation, and set us up for another mission too, as that will likely be easier to get some replies to.

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

Within seconds, the temporary airstrip and it's surrounding facilities had been turned into smoking rubble. The remaining survivors were shaken and scattered, and absorbed themselves with the task of aiding the wounded, or getting whatever they could out of the wreckage after the double-whammy airstrike had shredded the place.

In the whirling melee of the dogfight, things escalated quickly. Scott was relieved to hear Austin chime in, pushing his F-15 into an attacking posture. The Rafales' pilot was obviously skilful, and more than aware of the strengths of his impressive mount. Using the delta-jets' agility, he followed Marcianos' plane through its' evasive manoeuvers with impressive grace, but the fixation on the swing-wing interceptor proved to be his weakness as Austins' AMRAAM closed in. Chaff and flares blossomed from the french-made aircraft, as it hauled into evasive patterns away from the incoming missile.

Meanwhile, Scott slalomed the ASF-14 through hard turns and banks to keep the highly agile SU-37 on his nose. A Sukhoi chasing a Sukhoi made for an extremely high-energy dogfight, as even the basic SU-27 was a highly agile plane. All of its' descendants only ramped up those aspects. And while the F-14 had its' strengths, even the enhanced version Scott and St. Helen flew couldn't perform miracles. Nonethe less, the naval aviator kept his aircraft on the tail of the jet locking up his wingman, grunting as he hauled the plane through punishing moves. Finally the reticle blinked red for his AIM-9's, and he fired a Sidewinder with a cry of 'Fox Two!' over the mic. Almost immediately the SU-37 broke off the pursuit, blurting flares and chaff as it pulled hard evasive moves, leaving Charnel free of attackers.

The SU-37 pulled into a super-hard banking climb, and evaded the majority of the missile - though the proximity fuse was armed, and the detonatation tore a chunk out of one of the horizontal stabilizers.
The Rafale suffered a similar fate; pulling hard after releasing its' decoys, the AMRAAM twisted to follow, the french-made jet sliding just outside the turn with a gleam of sunlight and streams of vapour shrouding its' upper surface in the hard turn. The AIM-120's warhead detonated moments later, riddling the portside wing with shrapnel, but the plane still keeping airborn through luck and guts.
Both planes ditched their loads moments later, and then headed for the deck at high speed, egressing the area.
"They're running!" called St. Helen over the radio. "Should we follow?"
Scott checked their fuel, and then looked over the situation. Part of him wanted to chase them down, but the defence of the local area was of more importance. He had little doubt that the Major would have more need of help, and there were other sorties waiting.
"Not this time," he said with reluctance, over the general channel. "We'll get 'em another time. Right now, let's RTB and prepare for our next sortie. I've got no doubt it'll be coming soon".

He pulled the F-14 around on a course back to their temporary base, waiting for the others to form up as he reached a cruising altitude.
"Good job, everyone," he said over the radio as he waited for them to settle into formation. "We hit 'em hard, and even managed to drive off those mercs. Reckon they'll be back again though, and not before too long now they know we're here too. Sure we'll be busy over the next few days, but keep up what happened today, and it'll all be good, over".

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

Great post - I'll get my reply up tomorrow!

I came across this earlier on today, and thought it may be relevant too -

united states air force looking to turn on to supersonic mercenaries

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

Yeah, you could've been remarking on a collab for anything, especially given that you post often in the OOC about whatever you're up to (which isn't a complaint, more of an observation).
But if you're both working on a collab related to the current (i.e. not the one I'm due to put up) GM post, I will hold off until you're finished, since you say you're almost done.

(Also gives me a chance to finish watching Macross 7...)