Sierra

Choice of Romance - Seasons of Youth

I'm here. I just haven't found a way to continue that isn't overly intrusive/forced.

And what's a fortnight??

Galactic Conquest

=TEMPORARY MEASURE=

”AURORA” STAR SYSTEM
INTERPLANETARY SPACE

“Nat keep a close eye on subspace sensors; I wanna know if anything jumps anywhere in the system.”
The CO was busily handling the change of situation. Caution was warranted in case the massive heat signature the Destiny was throwing off for the moment was detected. While the flash-jump stunt could fool enemies momentarily, any officer with a brain would realize it was a trick once the sensor blindness cleared. The energy saturation of the fusion blast was merely a temporary measure of distraction. “Ops see that a full systems check gets done. Tell me if anything is not operating one hundred percent.”

“Commander I’ve got a communications protocol coming in from local; ready to receive?”
“Affirm, play incoming on speaker for the record.”
Natka pushed the incoming transmission through for Muriel to address. “Commander Dar’Tuura, Destiny Ascendant. To who am I speaking?”
And now the second diplomacy dance was afoot. The commander pushed the Covenant incident to the back of her mind, trying not to let it taint her attitude any further as her tone was already growing short.

E-Mail Based RP's

Probably not the wisest to have a readily available email right there where it's visible. Speaking from my experience as a programmer, it would take just a couple hours to write a bot that can scan webpages for a valid parsable email address. Putting it in a hider can help avoid dumb, basic bots but any decently programmed one will see through that too. Even if the email is a throwaway, putting it front-facing is still likely to attract a lot of spam and I would suggest exchanging it out of public view.

Galactic Conquest

Well @Hillbilly12 may have jumped the gun a little bit, but its finally come full circle.

Best put on some dramatic music for this one. Faking your own death with a half dozen WMDs is not a sane proposition.

Galactic Conquest

=EXECUTE=

DESTINY ASCENDANT
MAIN HANGAR

“Sierra Mike One Zero Three you are clear for departure. Come right and proceed out of hangar at relative bearing zero eight zero.”
Flight control cleared the transports as they vacated the hangar. Muriel bid them good riddance as she worked over her plans.
“Shuttlecraft B-1 clear for departure. Come around left and proceed out of hangar.”
The fleetmaster was slow on his departure. His ship sat landed in the hangar for an extended amount of time. “Flight control, get me a targeting solution on covenant envoy craft. Tactical, track this targeting solution with the number 3 main turret.”
“Commander if I may beg par-” the XO’s protests were cut short by Tactical.
“Copy, tracking target. Fire condition?”
“Hold. Wait for my call,” she answered.

She wasn’t sure she could get away with this, nor did she want to end him so impersonally. However she recognized the value that eliminating him posed and the risk that such an easy opportunity would not present itself again.
“If I may beg pardon ...,” Dyykes forcefully interjected, “if we take that shot, we are starting a war. A war that will go very badly for us in the immediate short term.”
“I’m aware Lieutenant. I have a way that somewhat mitigates that risk. Right now I need everyone to trust the strategy. This is what we do best: plan and execute.”
Flight control interrupted the conversation. “Covenant transport is clear of the hangar.”
“Call torpedoes!” Muriel ordered, “We’ve made the plan. Execute.”

The CO started running for the bridge. Everything was going to go down at breakneck speed. Every second counted. “Torpedoes five hundred clicks out, covenant shuttle at three clicks.”
Her headset kept her virtually in the room as the plan unfolded. The ship shuddered as the rear guns fired towards nothingness. All part of the biggest bluff she dared to make today. The jolt broke her stride and she nearly fell face first into the metal floor grating. “Torpedoes at four hundred and closing; Covenant transport seven clicks. Thirty seconds to impact.”

The CO made it to the bridge shortly after. Nobody bothered with the formalities of her arrival, nor would she have wanted them to. They stayed focused on the operation exactly how she would have wanted. “Torpedoes at two-fifty, fifteen seconds to impact; Covenant transport at ten clicks, running fast.”
Ten clicks was still basically point blank. The number 3 railgun was loaded with its lighter 55mm shells for the tiny target. Ten kilometers was a flight time of under four milliseconds: instant impact for all intents and purposes. The ship was creating distance very fast though. “Ten seconds, check jump coords and shield integrity.”

Tactical had effectively assumed command. Muriel remained silent and let them do their job. The flash-jump was a risky maneuver that only black ops ever even attempted. “Five seconds, target at twenty five clicks.”
That was starting to get farther downrange. It was still an easy shot no doubt, but the increasing distances pressed on her mind. The tension in the air slowed down the seconds. “Three... tw-”
“Fire, fire now!” she preempted the countdown.
Tactical was still tracking. The fleetmaster’s fate was sealed with one trigger pull.

The thud of the number 3 gun was indistinguishable from the feigned fire towards a pursuing enemy that would throw the Covenant off. Fifty five millimeters of precision-engineered devastation crossed the thirty kilometer distance faster than anyone could blink. At the speed it flew, the metal of the Phantom didn’t react like metal. The slug tore through the center of the ship, pulverizing nearly half of the craft into a hail of debris and shrapnel. The three large chunks left were thrown hard away from the previous flightpath, cast off into the vast blackness at incredible speed from the sheer impulse of the slug. “Confirmed hit!”

The CO smirked visibly at the notion the fleetmaster was most certainly dead. A weapon meant to take down far larger ships would have left no survivors on such a tiny target. “Brace for torpedos!” the tac officers both yelled.
The ship shuddered hard as all six fusion torpedoes detonated in close proximity. Warning alarms blared as the shields nearly overloaded from the energy surge. In the blinding nova engulfing the ship, the Destiny jolted into frameshift, disappearing from the battlespace behind the spectacle of the fusion blast.

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“AURORA” STAR SYSTEM
INTERPLANETARY SPACE

Destiny jolted back into the static fabric of space, leaving behind the high-speed subspace rift that carried it here. The jump brought the ship into close proximity with with the Asari forces. The inner rails on the rearward guns glowed a dull red. Parts of the ship’s composite armor plating also glowed, the shield emitters having dumped their excess heat into the secondary subsurface cooling manifold.

“Compile all the data & records from our time in this system and push it to subspace relay, stat. Our first priority is getting everything on record and in the database,” Muriel ordered.
Her XO got to work on it immediately. She turned her attention back to the holotable, where Natka had already pushed a projection of the immediate space. Muriel was confident that whatever this entity wanted, it could not be more irrational than the Covenant she’d just dealt with.

Pilots Wanted! A Titanfall RP

@superservo27 See I come for the high-flying acrobatic badassery as much as mechs. :)

Also my mech fantasies can never fully be satisfied and they demand that I ask for directions to that mechwarrior RP (is it actual battletech universe or is it just general style of?).

Pilots Wanted! A Titanfall RP

This is one of those things you figure you'll never see ... and then you see it. I'm in!

EDIT: How much freedom do we have to bend the lore and invent weapons? I have a few cool ones I'd like to suppose.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

@Sep I'm conflicted. I belive I'm seeing issue taken things my character prospect also did but none of them were mentitled when I pitched it. Specifically, Karra is a genuine trained Sith in all but technicality, she's not a 100% strict dark-sider, and her story leans hard on the assumption Rebels is treated as canon (which Disney kinda does despite formally denying it being canon; they're no less inconsistent than before).

All of those should have been clear in the pitch and you did not bring any of it up as a problem. Ordinarily that would be 100% good but it looks like very similar things are being shot down. I still owe a full sheet but if any of those things is going to be an issue then that takes this character off the table instantly (because she's not someone I can rewrite).

Galactic Conquest

DESTINY ASCENDANT
MAIN HANGAR

The commander sighed. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to hammer on the trigger of her sidearm until the heatsink overloaded. But the situation made that impossible. Or did it? Her mind pieced together ways to make it work, no doubt the manifestation of her suppressed rage about to boil over. Nothing she could think up could pass a rigorous tactical analysis, or if it could it was far too unsatisfying. Vaporizing his entire transport upon departure was quite viable, but she wanted personal retaliation. She wanted to personally see his cold, dead corpse lying crumpled at her feet.
“Fortunately for you ...” she glowered at the fleetmaster, speaking through grit teeth, “I have a more significant, more immediate problem to deal with.”
She had thought through her strategy. It was excruciatingly unsatisfying, but it would keep everyone alive and ensure that her plans for the future were not revealed. He may see her hatred, but he could not know just how far the Imperial Navy was willing to go to collect his corpse.

“We have contacts incoming. These are not unknown contacts, this is an enemy we have battled before. They have advanced cloaking and fusion torpedo technologies beyond our own. Sensors tells me we have ... about seven, maybe eight minutes ... probably closer to seven, before incursion. I need to ready my ship for combat and per protocol, I cannot have any of you still standing around in the hangar. I highly recommend you prepare for immediate departure. I cannot take responsibility for your lives if you choose to remain aboard my vessel. Now if you will excuse me, I will be in the briefing room strategizing. If you need me, knock.”

She did not wait for a response. Instead she turned around, grunted under her breath, and stepped into the briefing room. The sliding door shut behind her as she engaged the holotable. For a brief moment, she considered turning on her heels and gunning the fleetmaster down from where she stood. The shot was clear ... but without synchronizing the strike with the marine team, his bodyguards would represent a major problem. She returned her mind to the plan, finally able to brief the bridge crew in the privacy of a sound-dampened room. “Tactical, get ready to engage those sleeper torpedoes. Mark targets for a flash jump maneuver. Have railgun turrets 8 through 12 fire towards them once they’re engaged. We’re faking an ambush.”

“Copy you Commander; be advised we have an additional transmission incoming from outside the system. They too appear to be staking claim to the planet below.”
“Aria have mercy, what to they want?!” Muriel barked.
Her XO ran the transmission. “Well if their sensors are remotely capable then they probably realize that their goals are a waste of time,” Muriel supposed.
“Well then why would they contact us anyway?”
Dyykes had her stumped. He raised a valid question. She thought about it for several seconds. “Can you trace it? If you find them, set our jump position to relatively close by. I think we might have a shred of common ground,” she ordered.
“Commander Muriel, you’re not ... If we do that’s an act of war!”
“Welcome to black ops Dyykes. Truth be told, I’m impressed we made it this far without killing anything yet ...” she contemplated just how bad it could get, “at the bare minimum, we get clear of the Covenant and can file preliminary reports whether we choose to return to Tiir or go for engagement.”
“Fair enough, Boulti is running the trace now.”
Muriel rubbed her hands across her face. Black ops took nerves stronger than steel. Any other commander would be dead by now, but she bided her time, bottled her emotions, and planned very ... very carefully.

Choice of Romance - Seasons of Youth

I'm finally done with having 7 page essay due ... so now I can write stuff I don't hate again.