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Yeah, I'm waiting for the others to get a post up before I carry on, as they haven't had a chance to post and avoid the bombardment. Or to comment on more players joining in.

I know, I was only joking! No need to be so defensive all the time :P
Though I always find it somewhat counterproductive when people play brooding loners with cool personal history - how's anyone ever going to find out if they never want to talk to anyone xD
Anyway, at least you and I are still paying attention to the thread, eh? ;)

That sounds like a good idea to me - breaking out in the middle of confusion would be good, as it'd give out characters some time to explore without being chased immediately, and a chance to get to know one another as well. And I agree about them being unconscious during the testing too, that makes sense.

Creating the aliens could be fun too! I like the idea you suggested before, making them a bit like the Covenant from Halo, with a number of different races all working together.

Well, I made a post to talk to people, but you decided to go be all broody and lonely xP
"Hey, wow a new person! I MUST IMMEDIATELY IGNORE THEM"

Yeah, I figure that I'd split people up into roughly equal teams if I do decide to introduce any more players.

Vigdis gave a warm smile as Miku introduced herself as the group dismissed.
"Hello," she said with enthusiasm, and a nod. "I am pleased to meet you, ah-" she read the young woman's name tag and repeated her name slowly, trying to get the pronounciation correct. "Ayne-jell weetch. I am sorry if I say it wrong," she said, her smile drooping a little. "My english is not so good, I have been trying to learn more, now that I am working with you all. I hope you can all teach me a lot." Realising she was talking mostly about herself, the big woman quickly changed subject, looking at Miku, and those around her.
"So, um - where is it you are from? I am eager to learn more about the world and it's places. It is part of the reason I joined the air force, you see. From where I am, it is cold, and very boring a lot. But you are Osean, yes? What's it like in your home country?" she said, genuinely curious and eager to learn more about her new wingmen.

If you've got one you want to put up, then I say go for it! Especially because Ramzam tagged your character in his last post, so you can answer.

Right, I've been thinking: We have a few people who are interested in joining, or joining back in. Hailfire has expressed an interest in coming back and joining us, Esailia was interested in joining a while ago before we had a membership explosion and she missed out as a result, and Fallen Muse was interested in joining in as well.
I'd like to let them join in, but I'm worried about overwhelming the thread with too many players. What do you all think, as it'd affect all of you too?

I'll add a very brief description of Shona's actions in line with what you've said in any of my further posts while you're away, and I'm sure everyone else can just assume that she's doing her bit as required when they post too.
Hope your trip goes well!

Winter said
*Pokes Silver's arm* Having fun? xD

LOL, I had to completely pull that last post out of my ass :P but I figure it kind of fits in with my overall 'feel' for Blade's style of doing things, and the fact that the brass are kind of trying to get the Roughriders' to lose by rigging the exercise as well. Especially if we do manage to stay alive... I did consider having a post where all the missiles hit and I write myself out of the battle and we lose, but I had no idea what I'd do afterward.

Silverwind's GEAR was moving slower as the simulated damage took effect. And the battle plan was falling apart. The tanks were still active; Ken had ignored his command to engage the armour, and instead had shifted to the lesser-armed and armour GEARs, and instead begun to engage them, along with Nawlin, Bell and Ray, whom he'd detached for precisely that reason.

"Sorry sir priorities have changed. Be advised I have to adjust fire to a different HVT."

"Negative! growled Silverwind, limping his GEAR as close to the tank as he could, diving into a shoulder roll to avoid a high-explosive round and a volley of machine-gun fire. "The tanks are the priority!"
He cursed as the helo wheeled in the sky to engage the GEARs, and the shook his head, before leaping the Harlock atop one of the tanks and scoring a melee kill as he tapped the blade of his knife against the engine compartment cover. Standing atop the vehicle, he aimed at the rear of the final moving vehicle; it's turret turning to range in on Oliver and Kradis' machines. He trained his rifle on the rear armour of the tank. The rounds weren't overly high-powered, but maybe with enough of them-
A proximity alarm clamoured for his attention, blaring their ear-splitting wails to him. The holo-prompts directed incoming from a high angle; artillery or similar guided rockets.
The pattern was off, but they were still grouped tightly around his position. Chances were, the blast pattern would catch him. He had a few minutes to impact, and he considered options rapidly. The triple-a was down, the tanks were down, and - if they survived the bombardment - Bell, Ray and Nawlin were in a good position to hit the GEAR formation, along with Ken. If he'd had the Claw as part of his forces for the simulation - which, he thought with a flash of anger, was decidedly unfairly stacked against the unit - he'd have ordered the Landcruiser to have engaged the long-range targets, or have taken out the satellite with a ANSAT missile, He could also have requested counter-battery fire. But the Landcruiser, like all off-field assets including satellite recon and such, had been ruled out of the Roughrider's TO&E for the exercise.
Apparently not for the opfor, though.
Ruefully pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind, he awkwardly leapt the Harlock from the upper hull of the tank - and deliberately sped as fast as he could toward the remaining active vehicle. The tracks' remote weapon station slewed around to track the GEAR as he approached, the turret turning, but the wily fox targeted the smaller RWS with his rifle and pounded it with paint rounds, doing the same to the viewports - before again leaping onto the armoured vehicle.
"Please, please, please..." he murmured, and then gave a grin as the missiles swerved off-course, their IFF trackers responding to the friendly in their sights. Again, he drew the knife and tapped the engine cover, as the inert training missile crashed into the earth some distance away.

"Biryukova here. I've sustained considerable shoulder and abdominal armor damage from the missile attack and I've had to jettison my shoulder ammo storage units, leaving me with only three more magazines for my rifle. Chaff launchers are inoperable. I can still continue the fight, though. Orders, Colonel?"

"Hold position. I'm coming to join you. I've received damage to my GEAR also, and I'm critically low on ammunition, but I'm still in the fight. All other units, report status and position".

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