Rhona W — Roleplayer Guild

Yeah, thanks. I really feel happy and like I'm enjoying myself.

EDIT: Sorry I'm being so abrupt and moody at the moment. I'm having trouble enjoying a lot of my hobbies at the moment, and this RP is probably the only one I'm really having any fun in right now. I enjoy writing about fighter aircraft a lot, as it's a huge interest of mine, and I like writing things around and involving them. I've also been eager for an RP like this to come along, especially one that lets me use a wide range of aircraft, as this one does.
I also very much like all the people I'm gaming with, although I do feel occasionally like I'm being needled by certain people, and that's frustrating me a little.

I apologize for upsetting anyone or making anyone feel uncomfortable. I'm old enough to know better, honestly, and to have reacted with more maturity, so I apologize for that too. I think at the moment I'm just feeling a little uncomfortable in my hobbies, and it's making me react badly.

Speak for yourself - I lacked the energy to do much this week. Having another shitty night of sleep would have lead to me doing even less, not more. As it is, I've achieved a lot today, and the fact I don't feel like I'm going to fall asleep on my feet might be something to do with that.

BADDIES!
Well, probably - it'd get things moving a bit. Although I think that's more to do with school, than the plot...!

In other news, it's amazing how much more motivated a good night's sleep makes you feel.

I'll edit my post to say TU-22's instead, and go after the Backfires. I went after the Bears as I thought I had more of a chance of actually, y'know, shooting them down, since I chose a corsair, rather than something actually good at air-to-air combat.

I think I'll have to change my aircraft at the earliest opportunity.

Scott was still snaking through the furball as the AWACS sent the message informing of the bombers ingress to the target area, and their speed and heading.
"Roger, AWACS. Vectoring to bandits now, over!"
Rolling the A-7 into a gentle turn, the naval aviator set the stubby plane on an intercept toward the bombers. Ahead, and looking to the radar, he saw Natasha angling in on the prop-driven mammoth bombers, her MiG carving an arc through the sky, and sprouting a pair of white contrails as she scythed on an attack. Changing his own course, he fed in power, slamming the Corsair into a hard bank and climbing high to intercept the formation of TU-22M's, the Backfires currently cruising in a less than their supersonic maximum, spreading out on their course for a bomb run.
Carefully and precisely picking his course, he selected SDM's from his planes' armaments panel. Judging the distance and speed, he continued deliberately climbing higher than the bombers, before cutting down across their path, approaching at an oblique angle to the lead bomber. Striving to avoid the tail guns, he kept his speed up diving in. The buzz of a lock-on sounded in his ears and reflexively he thumbed the firing trigger on the stick. "Romeo, Fox Two!" he called as a brace of SDM's left the launch tubes, one per side. Diving below the level of the bombers and behind them, the big, blocky shapes flashing past, he hauled the stick hard over, grunting against the G's as the plane left contrails through the air from both wingtips, and he was flattened into the seat. Tracers slashed through the air around the Corsair and he fought the stick as the plane bucked and jumped, a thunderous rumble jumping through the airframe as the rounds hit home. Warning lights lit up, but the jet was still under control. A glance told the tale: He was losing fuel, and there was possible damage to hydraulics. The plane responded to his controls with no real lag; heavy as it always was. And that meant he could continue his attack.
Levelling out and stepping on the pedals, he lined the nose up on another Backfire, this time from below and engaging in the climb, and triggered off a second pair of SDM's at one of the big slate-grey bombers. "Fox two," he growled again, nosing up slightly. If the missiles didn't hit this time - he had no idea what'd happened to the pair he'd stabbed out at the phantom earlier in this battle - then he'd go to guns and saw them apart with 20mm rounds, and test the remaining SDM's on the armourers' shack at base to see if they were duds.
Rolling out into a hard sideways bank, he aimed to rejoin the squadron to line up for a second attack - he'd taken damage, and there was safety in numbers, and attacking in force.
"Romeo here, I'm hit. Nothing too serious, I've lost fuel and my hydraulics are a little mushy. Gonna form up for another shot at the Backfires, over".

Short post is short, but sets things up. Once Milkman gets something up from the Recon team, I'll get the combat started, but try to keep it brief so we can move on with the mission pretty quickly. I don't want Slypheed to be waiting around twiddling her thumbs too long.

Blade drummed his fingers on the arm of his control chair, before swiftly tapping commands into his C3I system at rapid pace as the information came on.
"Received and understood, Maxwell. Keep a distance for now. Nawlin, keep an eye on them. When they come within a mile of our position, engage and then fall back; lure them into our engagement envelope, and we'll catch them in a cross-fire and draw them off of the scout team, bring some of the heat to us to keep the scouts from trouble. Harass the hostiles all the way into our optimum distance, then go to ground. The rest of us can hit them hard then."
Switching channels to the recon team, he sent a quick message.
"Recon, this is Blade - keep moving. We've got a unit here, heading our way. We're going to draw them to us, and use that to lure them toward us and keep 'em off of you."

I'm feeling the same. TBH, I think I'm going to put this on hiatus for a little while, as I'm not really feeling much fun in it right now. I'll bring it back later, most likely, but at the moment it feels a bit forced trying to come up with anything for it, and I'm just not really enjoying myself trying to force it through.

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