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Blackout 2030

It's not problem waiting for things to get going - we all seem eager to start, but since we're all pretty invested in the game, I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say that we're happy to wait for it to be the best it can be, rather than it being rushed.
Whatever happens, it's going to be good fun with the cast we've got assembled so far. I'm eager to see how our group works together against whatever comes up.

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"Howdy, Pilot" replied Blade as the younger fox arrived. He looked nervous, but had a smile on his face all the same. Blade couldn't help but smile slightly at that, as it reminded him of himself in younger days.
"Don't fret about it," he replied to Maxwell's explanation. "Things are always like that in the military, especially when you're joinin' a bit of an unorthodox unit like this. Once we're underway, I'm sure things'll get a bit more squared. We're kinda re-writin' the book as we go, here."
He nodded to the kit bag the vulpine was carrying. "Leave yer weps with the quartermaster over by the staircase, he'll sign 'em into the armoury fer you. Then sync yer PADD up to the shipnet, and y'all should be able ta find yer bunk-room... or hang around here fer a few, an' come wi' me."
He glanced at his PADD and tapped a flickering holo-icon, before nodding. "Yer chopper's not aboard yet, it'll catch up with us once we're a coupla hours out, as per the regs. I'll make sure y'all get time to check it over once we're runnin' tho. Welcome aboard, and ta the 101st. I'll give a proper brief later, all right?"

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HopelessIncubus said
wasn't going for a dress uniform in the form of dress blues, I was going for more Class A uniform, essentially ironed fatigues with ribbon bar, rank, and polished boots. the sleeves rolled over the elbows and starched fatigue cap. allwell, Ill role with it.

Ah, sorry - I got confused. I'll edit my post to say that he just looks smart instead.

The15thSpycrab said
Silver.When you're talking about the living quarters, are we sharing rooms? From what you said, it looked like we had individual rooms, but then you said that the commander had a room to himself.

Everyone has an individual room (to avoid the dithering that would come with having to choose who to bunk with), but Blade has a bigger room - privileges of Rank and all that. Being the commander of the GEAR detachment aboard a Landcruiser is a bit like being the Air Boss on a modern day Aircraft carrier. There's a fair bit of seniority attached, with a good amount of privilege.

Kyelin said
I thought I read somewhere about bunks, so I assumed bunk beds. Could be wrong though :L

As far as I know, in most naval terms a bed is always referred to as a 'bunk', though it's not necessarily a bunk bed. Just to be suitably confusing.
They're generally single-occupancy beds that are raised off the floor, and have various storage nooks and stuff built into the frame, and under the mattress as well.
Landcruisers are a bit like Submarines or Aircraft Carriers - every possible inch that can be used to store something, probably has. Space is at a premium, so it's cramped, but the space is used well. Also, imagine exposed pipes and such on every ceiling, and some walls, and a lot of stencils for maintenance and warnings everywhere.

HopelessIncubus said
sounds like we hall have cubical style rooms, sharing 2-3 walls and having a draw-screen divideing us on the non walled sides.....im sure someone can explain that better then I can.

More or less - the 'rear' wall of each of your rooms is the outer wall of the ship. The left and right walls are thin interior walls, shared with a neighbour. One of them will have your bunk up against it, the other will have your personal wash/toilet area. Storage would be under the bed and in multi-purpose storage units. A small desk/dresser is against the rear-most wall, along with a personal chair (like an office-type chair). The 'front' wall is a partial thin wall again, with a sliding screen/curtain to divide you from the main common area, where there's easy chairs etc. to lounge around on, entertainment screens, some books, and a kitchenette for preparing snacks etc.
It's comfy, but not luxurious.

Cartwright said
Crap. The RP went on. WELL I WILL SEE WHAT I CAN DO! I hate joining in when the RP gets past the first stage >.< I am not sure what to post at this very minute but I'll come up with something whenever I can... I REALLY am hoping to find an alternative to the 'late arrival' approach since I did it last time.

Your post was fine, and I left adequate mention in the IC for those people who didn't arrive right away. Also, as a helicopter pilot, it'd be fine for Ken to arrive after the Ship has left port - aircraft-carrying ships don't generally have their aircraft aboard when in harbour - I live in Portsmouth, the Royal Navy has one of it's major ports here, and some of the Destroyers and Helicopter Carriers (because we don't have any aircraft carriers at the moment) are based here, and they almost never come into port with their aircraft aboard. Instead, the aircraft rendezvous with the ship when it's underway, as do the air crew. The aircraft are only ever aboard if the Navy are holding an open day for the public. Landcruisers would likely be the same, so you could've had Ken turn up once we're underway, and that would've been no problem at all.

Blackout 2030

Just as a suggestion - I don't know where you're from, but I live in Portsmouth, which is in Hampshire. A good place for Claire's civilian cover job to be based could be the Goodwood Estate, which has a motor sport circuit. It's just over the border with Hampshire in West Sussex, but only by about 10-15 miles or so, so she wouldn't be far off.
There's not really the driving courses you mention there at the moment, but it's not a stretch to imagine that they could offer the same kind of thing by 2030 :P

Also, it would make you closely located to my character, which is another good advantage for the RP, and for them working together when things go down.

Also, hi, look. I'm in this game too.

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Another IC post from me. Not much there, but it gets things moving along until the rest of the squad arrives.

Irry's background might change depending on whether or not we get a new player joining - Peyote has registered interest in playing, and since Rultaos isn't joining us, I might give his spot up to Peyote instead, and relegate Irry to being an XO who can pilot a GEAR, but doesn't regularly.

Also, still waiting on Esailia's characters - I haven't heard from her(?) about them, so if there's nothing by Saturday, I'll remove her from the active list of players.

Don't feel like you need to rush to reply to IC posts, btw; I am more than happy to keep the rate of posting to 1 post a week or every few days. I like a relaxed pace of posting for the most part, especially when we're not engaged in a battle or some other epic event. Right now it's gently getting things together, so there's not rush to get things moving.

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Blade had no sooner lowered the PADD to check the time, when the majority of the squadron arrived in a short stream, one after another. Rather than return the flurry of individual salutes and greetings, he threw one out to the assembled group, as casual as he normally did; a touch of fingers briefly to his brow, and then dropped it with a slight smile and a nod.
"Well, now. Y'all are impressin' me rightly by turnin' up so punctual, an' bein' all polite-like. I'm mighty impressed, and flattered fer yer kind manners." He nodded at Ashers - and did something of a double-take at the curvaceous arctic fox - before returning to cast an appraising look over the group. They were a motley, assorted bunch of folks, but that was no bad thing; none of them were out of what passed for uniform among the LDF's somewhat loose regulations - one of them was even dressed smartly in his Class-A uniform, which he acknowledged with a positive sound and a pat on the shoulder as he walked around the small group - and all of them were more-or-less attentive.
"Okay, boys an' girls. There's still a coupla folks we're waitin' on, so I gotta hang around. I'll give y'all the full welcome and th' official speech once we're all assembled and the land-boat's underway. Fer th' meantime-" he whistled into the hold, and a female Red Panda wearing standard BDU's and GEAR pilots' insignia stepped over to the group.
"Sir," she said in a warm, melodious voice. "Glad to report, but please don't whistle for me like a pet again."
The Red Panda stood half a head taller than the fox, and was sleek and athletic. Keen intelligence was in her eyes, and her voluminous hair was pulled and tucked neatly into a no-nonsense style to keep it off of her neck and out of her eyes.
"This is Iriana Jacquo. Or Irry, as she ends up bein' called. She's my go-to person, and knows the nuts an' bolts that keep things runnin' around here. She's also GEAR-qualified, so she's been on th' field more'n once too. If y'all can't find me, and ya need to know where somethin' is, ta request anythin' like paperwork, pay, or administrative stuff, or stuff like supplies and whatnot, then this is yer lady. She'll show y'all to yer rooms an' all".
She flashed them all a winning smile, and then nodded to Blade, who dismissed them all with a light wave.

Irry lead them through the noisy chaos of the main hangar, where unloading and parking was still underway. Trucks off-loaded munitions for the Landcruisers' batteries of missiles and cannon, and for the GEARs that stood in their stalls, hooked up to umbilicals and with techs swarming over them. Other vehicles were winched up into the rafters and secured with chains, or tied-down with chains onto floor points for transit. The view was lost a moment later as she lead them through a thick bulkhead hatch and into a corridor, before taking them up a steep stairwell.
"As you all probably know," she called back to them loudly, "If the alert sirens sound for battle-stations, the ship goes into 'traffic' mode; that means the port staircases and ladders become up, and the starboard ones become down. Your assigned station - unless we're called into action - will be to stick tight in your quarters, to keep outta the way of the crew getting into place for their duties. Sucks, but if we screw something up, anything could happen. Anyway, the rest of the info about the ship, you'll find in your PADDs as part of the assignment data dump the 'net will have sent down".
Another few sets of stairs, and then a narrow corridor - though, on a Landcruiser, they all were - toward the stern, and Irry lead them through another bulkhead door and into a slightly larger room, with small doors splitting off. Round tables and easy chairs were dotted about the main room, and a large screen took up one wall. A few potted plants dotted the area, and an arched doorway lead through to a small kitchenette area.
"All right. This is what we call home. Through the doors on the far wall are your personal quarters. Each has a personal bunks with closing partition curtains, a separate bathroom area, and a personal work and relaxation space, as well as ample storage for your clothing and personal effects. Choose a room yourselves, mine's already done. Blade's room is at the end - he's higher rank than us, so he gets a personal room. I'll be right here if you need anything.
A double whistle on the intercom sounded, and a clear male voice came over the system.
"All hands, all hands. Be advised that the ship will be getting underway in approximately thirty minutes. Stand by to secure from dockside stations. Make ready to cast off all external lines and switch to internal power. All crew at ready positions"
A low throb came through the decking as the ships' engines came to life, and the overhead lighting flickered briefing as the power revved up. Booted feet moved past at a rapid pace in the corridors outside, and voices shouted back and forth as the ship got underway.

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It's no problem at all

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Cartwright said
I will get something in momentarily but I am in school at the moment.. It might take six hours tops before something is sent to the ic from my end.

No problems, we all run on different schedules due to time zones and work or school. The beauty of playing on a forum is that we don't all need to be around at the same time.

The15thSpycrab said
I'm having trouble writing my character into the story at this point. Silver, would you mind making a post leading into my arrival?

I'll see if I can put something in to help, though just the same as everyone else is fine - everyone got orders to report to the Landcruiser to join the new unit, whatever happened before that is up to you.

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All active characters that have sheets so far are now part of the list on the first page, yay!
I've made a couple of minor edits to the rules as well, nothing too serious.
I'll get a couple of replies to the IC up tonight, to give people a chance to post more while I'm at work.

EDIT: I've also just noticed that we now have 11 GEARs, which is infuriatingly non-even. I may add an NPC pilot to balance the numbers out, so we can split the squad into even groups on Ops, with Ken and Esailia's team acting as flexible and independent support (if Esailia's character goes up, that is).

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Approved, I like her already.