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<<Scratch one for Meteor, scratch one for Romeo. That leaves eight of them. Give 'em hell guys!>>
Thanks for that - guess I'm not that attentive on a Sunday morning :-P
I'll get another post up now :)
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I've been roleplaying in one form or another since the late '90's. I've played as many tabletop games as I have online ones, and the quality of both has varied wildly.
I have an active imagination, and I love immersive, descriptive roleplaying. My genres of choice are sci-fi, and modern-day (with a sci-fi twist). I like RP's that mix reality with fiction, and throw an unusual and exciting twist into an otherwise normal setting - something like Stargate SG-1 would be an example, or Battle: Los Angeles. An almost recognizable world, but with some sci-fi twists.
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I have an active imagination, and I love immersive, descriptive roleplaying. My genres of choice are sci-fi, and modern-day (with a sci-fi twist). I like RP's that mix reality with fiction, and throw an unusual and exciting twist into an otherwise normal setting - something like Stargate SG-1 would be an example, or Battle: Los Angeles. An almost recognizable world, but with some sci-fi twists.
I'm a fan of military and action-based RP's that do this especially, and they are easily my favourite - though I rarely see any that appeal to me enough - all the military RP's are too 'plain', and anything else modern day is usually fantasy or fandom. Or *shudder* school RPs...
I have a lot of fandoms; Transformers, Macross, MLP: FiM, Fallout, Battletech, Ace Combat, and others to varying degrees. But I don't often join fandom RPs because the ones I'm into don't come up, or I am very picky about my RPs and their plots and feel.
I don't play in free, as I find the short posts and bad spelling and grammar infuriating. I like a lot of depth, story, setting and character to my RPs, so am usually found in Casual and sometimes Advanced. Though, usually running my own RPs.
I'm 43 years old, and live in the UK, so I may not be on all the time.
I also like playing non-human characters, especially anthro ones, robots or synthetics, or some hybrid of both.
Outside of my RP tastes and hobby; I read a lot of books, play wargames and TTRPGs, make model aircraft and vehicles, and am also a brony and furry. I have been running a large local furmeet group for the last 10 years and have been involved in running a very successful UK MLP convention.
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Thanks for that - guess I'm not that attentive on a Sunday morning :-P
I'll get another post up now :)
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
New post from me is up, a briefing for our first little exercise is imminent.
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Silver nodded in agreement with comments and replies of his new pilots, spreading his arms palms up. "Hey, well exactly. I ain't sayin' that there's anythin' to it, an' usin' methods like y'all suggest is exactly what we're gonna be doin' to investigate. But that's only a part of what we're out here for - there's attacks on convoys and small settlements or individual homes and ranches to investigate too. I don't reckon we're gonna be lackin' fer jobs ta do out there. There's groups ta track down and put a stop to, and ta find out where they're gettin' their GEARs and other equipment from too. 'fore all that tho, we gotta get our tactics and routine as a unit pinned down, since none of us have ever worked together before. That'll be the main part of our ops on the journey to the Badlands area we'll be operatin' in... provided nothin' untoward happens first, of course. Anyway - keep askin' questions. I like that in my people, curiosity and makin' sure y'all know what's goin' on is good and it shows intelligence. Great stuff, an' great talkin' with y'all so far. An' nice ta meet ya too".
The fox stood from the chair and took a look around the room, making a small circuit to check in on how everyone was doing in squaring their gear away, and getting ready. He glanced into each of the small rooms and nodded a 'hi' or announced himself with a short greeting or introduction to each of the new squad members, before grabbing a glass of water in the kitchenette.
A short while later, the hour was up, and Blade checked his PADD. Captain Garrett had co-ordinated with him on the deployment and operation of the Roughriders, and the Parvan's Claw had taken a course and speed to take her away from the settlements in the immediate area, and from farmland and other well-travelled or managed land, and into open countryside toward the Badlands, giving the unit a chance to mount up and deploy. The Landship had made good speed, and was only a short time and distance away from the point where Blade wanted to mobilise the squadron.
"Okay, everyone," he called loudly across the room. "Look alive - get your GEAR harnesses on and yer pilot suits. Suit up for a briefing in ten minutes. Time for your first exercise!"
The one-eyed fox made his way into his own room and quickly donned his pilot suit and headed down to the operations shop to sign out his pilots' harness and helmet, before making his way to the squadrons' briefing room. He stood to one side of the wall screen, at the front of the room with its' rows of chairs, and waited for his unit to arrive.
The fox stood from the chair and took a look around the room, making a small circuit to check in on how everyone was doing in squaring their gear away, and getting ready. He glanced into each of the small rooms and nodded a 'hi' or announced himself with a short greeting or introduction to each of the new squad members, before grabbing a glass of water in the kitchenette.
A short while later, the hour was up, and Blade checked his PADD. Captain Garrett had co-ordinated with him on the deployment and operation of the Roughriders, and the Parvan's Claw had taken a course and speed to take her away from the settlements in the immediate area, and from farmland and other well-travelled or managed land, and into open countryside toward the Badlands, giving the unit a chance to mount up and deploy. The Landship had made good speed, and was only a short time and distance away from the point where Blade wanted to mobilise the squadron.
"Okay, everyone," he called loudly across the room. "Look alive - get your GEAR harnesses on and yer pilot suits. Suit up for a briefing in ten minutes. Time for your first exercise!"
The one-eyed fox made his way into his own room and quickly donned his pilot suit and headed down to the operations shop to sign out his pilots' harness and helmet, before making his way to the squadrons' briefing room. He stood to one side of the wall screen, at the front of the room with its' rows of chairs, and waited for his unit to arrive.
I'm eager to make my next post, but how many Bandits do we have left? I couldn't see a number on how many MiGs we're in combat with in any of the posts, unless I missed it?
Also, that fan art is awesome, great find!!
Also, that fan art is awesome, great find!!
QuickTrack link is in my sig, as I didn't have enough free characters to put it in my sig ><;;
Glad you liked my post! I was hoping it would go down well.
Glad you liked my post! I was hoping it would go down well.
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I'll make a post tomorrow to keep things moving and put up some replies to the conversation I'm in too.
I'll probably do the same, and PM you the link.
I've also finally made a post. Had a lot of fun writing it!
I've also finally made a post. Had a lot of fun writing it!
Scott held the A-7E with a firm and confident hand on the stick with his gloved right hand, and his left resting gently on the throttle. Amidst the mass of analog dials and readouts, he rolled his shoulders under the straps and survival gear, before glancing out of the canopy to look at the aircraft around him of the composite squadron he was part of.
The mix of aircraft was fascinating. He was pleased to see another A-7E in the group, and smiled under his mask at the sight. More interesting though were the two shark-like shapes of the MiG-23's, which he'd never seen up close, and especially never operated alongside. He was eager to see what they'd do once they got into the active portion of events. The swing-wing fighters were impressive enough in flight, seeing them boring in on a target at speed was bound to be even more so. The Jaguar was also unfamiliar and interesting, an aircraft similar - broadly - in role to the A-7, but more powerful with it's twin engines, and higher speed than the subsonic 'SLUF' he was flying. Though, he loved his Corsair II, Guppy-mouthed bomb-truck that it was.
Two Phantoms and a Tiger rounded out the group, types he was more familiar with, and of a similar vintage to his own mount. The unit was an assorted bunch for sure, with the national -and corporate - insignia adding to the cacophony of shapes and colours in the group.
Unbuckling his mask a moment to wipe a hand around his face, he completed the motion, turning back to the scan his instruments once more, before the radio burst to life with the voice of the AWACS operator, off aboard the E-3 Sentry in the area, talking them into position and giving them a sitrep on the simulated bandits in their area.
The voice of their flight lead was calm and confident, and bolstered his own confidence as he directed them smoothly into the pre-briefed formation and spacing. It added a confidence to his own nerves as he smoothly completed the position change, spreading out into a wider formation. His hands and feet jockeyed the A-7 into it's place in the group, and he gave a slight smile under his mask. The Corsair wasn't designed for air-to-air combat, but by god he was going to show exactly what the SLUF could do.
Before he could do much more, however, things changed. The tone in the AWACS operators' voice became more urgent as he reported a second time, his words more rapid fire as he passed on their next orders.
A-Team, that's not B-Team! Unlocking missiles, you have permission to engage the bogies!
"Shit," he muttered to himself in the cockpit, his eyes going wide, before he slid his sun visor down, wrung his hands in their position on the stick and throttle, and flicked the MASTER ARM switch on his panel, bringing the SDM's and Vulcan to life. Everything was green, and he steadied his voice into the normal artificially cool fighter pilot tone before he checked in over the radio.
"Romeo, Engaging".
Almost as soon as he'd spoke up, the Radar Warning Receiver buzzed into his helmet. A flurry of chatter followed over the radio as the rest of the squad engaged. Rolling out hard left and diving to break the lock, he swivelled his head, grunting against the G as he bought the sub-sonic Corsair through a half-roll and climb, goosing the throttle past another stop, pouring on more dinosaurs to gain speed from the dive-and-climb. Rolling wings-level, he saw the F-5 ahead, it's dart-like profile scything through the air with a Fulcrum on its' tail. His mind racing a moment, he recalled the pilots' call sign and spoke over the squadron channel.
"Mold, on your tail. Bandit's mine, over".
Flicking the fire-selector for MSSL, he uncaged the super-cooled seeker 'eye' in the nose of the SDM in the left-most of the 5-tube pods. The warbling tone for the missile sounded as it searched for the hot exhausts of the MiG, and as he stood hard on the pedal and rolled the stick left to stay on the tail of the MiG, his breathing strained and muscles aching with the effort, he was rewarded with the steady buzz of a lock-on.
"Angel Nine, fox two," he reported and thumbed the trigger on the top of the stick. The SDM blasted away on a plume of white smoke, and he coaxed a few more knots out of the throttle as the missile streaked ahead.
The mix of aircraft was fascinating. He was pleased to see another A-7E in the group, and smiled under his mask at the sight. More interesting though were the two shark-like shapes of the MiG-23's, which he'd never seen up close, and especially never operated alongside. He was eager to see what they'd do once they got into the active portion of events. The swing-wing fighters were impressive enough in flight, seeing them boring in on a target at speed was bound to be even more so. The Jaguar was also unfamiliar and interesting, an aircraft similar - broadly - in role to the A-7, but more powerful with it's twin engines, and higher speed than the subsonic 'SLUF' he was flying. Though, he loved his Corsair II, Guppy-mouthed bomb-truck that it was.
Two Phantoms and a Tiger rounded out the group, types he was more familiar with, and of a similar vintage to his own mount. The unit was an assorted bunch for sure, with the national -and corporate - insignia adding to the cacophony of shapes and colours in the group.
Unbuckling his mask a moment to wipe a hand around his face, he completed the motion, turning back to the scan his instruments once more, before the radio burst to life with the voice of the AWACS operator, off aboard the E-3 Sentry in the area, talking them into position and giving them a sitrep on the simulated bandits in their area.
The voice of their flight lead was calm and confident, and bolstered his own confidence as he directed them smoothly into the pre-briefed formation and spacing. It added a confidence to his own nerves as he smoothly completed the position change, spreading out into a wider formation. His hands and feet jockeyed the A-7 into it's place in the group, and he gave a slight smile under his mask. The Corsair wasn't designed for air-to-air combat, but by god he was going to show exactly what the SLUF could do.
Before he could do much more, however, things changed. The tone in the AWACS operators' voice became more urgent as he reported a second time, his words more rapid fire as he passed on their next orders.
A-Team, that's not B-Team! Unlocking missiles, you have permission to engage the bogies!
"Shit," he muttered to himself in the cockpit, his eyes going wide, before he slid his sun visor down, wrung his hands in their position on the stick and throttle, and flicked the MASTER ARM switch on his panel, bringing the SDM's and Vulcan to life. Everything was green, and he steadied his voice into the normal artificially cool fighter pilot tone before he checked in over the radio.
"Romeo, Engaging".
Almost as soon as he'd spoke up, the Radar Warning Receiver buzzed into his helmet. A flurry of chatter followed over the radio as the rest of the squad engaged. Rolling out hard left and diving to break the lock, he swivelled his head, grunting against the G as he bought the sub-sonic Corsair through a half-roll and climb, goosing the throttle past another stop, pouring on more dinosaurs to gain speed from the dive-and-climb. Rolling wings-level, he saw the F-5 ahead, it's dart-like profile scything through the air with a Fulcrum on its' tail. His mind racing a moment, he recalled the pilots' call sign and spoke over the squadron channel.
"Mold, on your tail. Bandit's mine, over".
Flicking the fire-selector for MSSL, he uncaged the super-cooled seeker 'eye' in the nose of the SDM in the left-most of the 5-tube pods. The warbling tone for the missile sounded as it searched for the hot exhausts of the MiG, and as he stood hard on the pedal and rolled the stick left to stay on the tail of the MiG, his breathing strained and muscles aching with the effort, he was rewarded with the steady buzz of a lock-on.
"Angel Nine, fox two," he reported and thumbed the trigger on the top of the stick. The SDM blasted away on a plume of white smoke, and he coaxed a few more knots out of the throttle as the missile streaked ahead.
I've updated the list of weapons etc. to make it relevant to Ace Combat terms to make it hopefully easy to understand and less of an overload.
Will post in IC shortly.
Will post in IC shortly.
The Mage said
Brain...overloading......too much.......information.........aghhh!
Sorry. I'll edit it down into something a bit more manageable.
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