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Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

@FrostedCaramel Well said, and very informative.

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

I'd like to announce our two Co-GMs for this RP: @Naril and @BellBottomBlues, who will be helping me with managing all the different heads we have around here!

Also, Database update: T-88 Seer scout fighters are now included. Don't get too excited, its essentially a re-purposed Dirk.

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

No toes stepped on, I have no problem with writers inserting things into the world to make it feel more alive- Its more my mistake for failing to explain the things I have fleshed out more clearly.

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

The original plan was to have the Hangar be zero-gravity as well. The pilots' hardsuits have a mini air-thruster on the back to allow them to control their movement and speed while in zero-G, and I guess it wouldn't be out of place to have magnetized shoes/boots to attach to the ground when necessary. The image I had in my head was one like that in Gundam- as most of their ships are zero-gravity as well. Though now that I think about the gravity in the anime is weird, because they float around, but they can also just throw their legs in front of them a bit and they suddenly just slow down to a stop, which doesn't make any particular sense.

Perhaps a very weak gravity field on the Hangar floor- as several of the strike craft hang on the 'ceiling' when not in use, and it'd make no sense to make them fight gravity if they didn't have to. More space magic.

I'll take a more thorough look when I finish my final papers.

Edit: I should mention, not all of the fresh recruits on the shuttles are pilots- some are marines, security, ship crew, engineers/mechanics, etc.

Broken Skies: War in the Eversky

I was pretty surprised with the posting speed of day 1, to be honest.

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

I don't pretend to be a physics major, and know about as much about this newtonian stuff as high school taught me over half a decade ago

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

@AngryBadger there's like a little lap bar thing that keeps you in place....

You know, I actually didn't think of that... I just thought the ship would be more interesting/realistic without gravity in most locations.

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

Alright, IC is up, intros are relatively open for veteran pilots of the 144th Direwolves. Newer pilots- IE rookies, or those freshly assigned to the Squadron, such as Elizabeth, Kira and Clint, among others; have a slightly more regulated intro: Getting their 'shit' in order, and maybe bumbling around the halls of the ship.

Either way, everyone should end up in the briefing room at or before -0030

If you have any questions or need tips/ideas on getting started, feel free to ask.

Also, Flight roster has been updated to have links to individual characters.

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

Chapter 1: Homecoming

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All hands, The Galatia will be exiting hyperspace in 30 minutes. Elevating readiness to Alert 1, report to your commanding officers and await further orders.

The announcement blared over the shipwide loudspeakers, and if that wasn't enough, anyone with a standard issue holo-tablet also received the rather obnoxious alert interrupting whatever it was they were reading at the time. The Galatia, already a steadily humming hive of activity, quickly burst into a form of controlled chaos. After 4 hours of bated breath, the Galatia and the rest of its battlegroup- a sizable fleet consisting of a pair of Calisto-class Carriers, the TNS Roosevelt and the TNS Churchill, and the Mars-class battleship the TNS Zeus, and their dozen escort ships, were about to arrive in the Vega system at a beachhead established by a smaller advance force that launched 3 days ahead of them.

The Galatia itself still bore a few battlescars from it's recent deployment in the Capella system, and had less than a few days of R&R before the ship- now loaded with a few extra shuttles full of fresh recruits made its return to the front. The shuttles full of fresh faced twenty-something yearolds traveled around the ship in small clumps, as if their numbers would help prevent them from getting lost in the halls of the ship. Their reception was as mixed as they could have expected- some veterans considerably less enthused about having a fresh recruit on their wing than a fellow veteran, but with the war stretching on the way it was, veterans were becoming an increasingly rare commodity.

Shortly after the ship launched into hyperspace, the rookies were shown to their quarters- small 30'x30' rooms with shower and bathroom, a couple steps worth of living space, a desk and terminal, and a bed. They were told to 'sort their shit out', which included stowing their gear, writing a will if they had any next of kin, and otherwise mentally preparing themselves before reporting to the briefing rooms by the 30 minute mark before exiting hyperspace.

The veterans on the other hand, were given free reign of the ship while they were in hyperspace, and most of them found themselves at the gym or in the bar, or catching some last minute winks in their quarters. As long as they were sober and prepped for a mission by -0030, their limitations were much more relaxed.

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Standing outside the door of Briefing Room Alpha- the designated briefing room for the pilots of the 144th Direwolves, Logan White exhaled nervously, his fist clenched around a nearby handhold, knuckles blanched from a lack of bloodflow. He stood outside the sealed bulkhead apprehensively. He was- as far as he could tell the first of the rookies to reach the briefing room. Maybe the others got lost? Or maybe they were already inside and he was the last of them to enter- that'd be a bad look for him. Sure he got a little lost in the halls on the way to the briefing room, but it was still only -0029, so he couldn't be off that bad, could he?

Taking a deep breath, Logan held it in for a moment before he clasped his feet together and knocked on the door- grabbing at the handhold again to keep himself from floating off.

"Ensign Logan White, reporting as ordered!" he bellowed at the door. There was no answer. He blinked, unsure of what to do. After another moment, he reached for the keypad and pressed the green button at the bottom. As the door slid open, he pushed himself in and grabbed at the handhold by the door. He repeated himself.

"Ensign Logan White, reporting as order-"

"Oh shut the fuck up fresh meat." interrupted an annoyed voice.

"Yeah Kobe Beef, shut your mouth up, and sit your ass down, ain't nobody wanna hear your shit." replied another voice with a twangy English accent.

Logan clenched his mouth shut, shuddering in a mixture of anger and embarrassment as he gave the room a quick look around. It looked like the briefing room was rather empty- seeing as it appeared built to seat some 60 people, and with the squadron only numbering 20 pilots, the room appeared relatively sparsely populated. Pilots sat in clumps, some sat by themselves, in upright blue-and-steel chairs with displays on the armrests. Like most of the hallways, the walls of the briefing room had handrails with moving conveyor bands for personnel to travel in the zero-g environment with. Logan kept looking around- he didn't know who was who, and he didn't remember the faces of his shuttle mates enough to pick one out in the crowd- if any of them were even there yet.

"Excuse me." He heard behind him, and he turned around with a startled gasp as an alien floated past him. Logan's arm flailed out reflexively for the nearby handhold, surprised at his first encounter with an alien, and especially not expecting one to talk to him. Seemingly oblivious to Logan's alarm, the alien merely floated past him, fist bumping the pilot that had called Logan 'Kobe Beef' and taking a seat next to the guy.

"Hey New guy, didn't you hear him? Take a fucking seat!" called another voice. This time, Logan moved, pushing off the wall and floating over to one of the empty seats near the front. He sat by himself, near the front display podium. The podium was empty, apparently Commander Knight had yet to arrive. Logan pulled himself into his seat and shot a few glances around the room, trying to take in the different faces, seeing if he could manage to recognize any of the other rookies he flew in with.

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

I... Uh.. I dunno actually. I originally had written them up just for flavor for the schematics, but having Latin mottos for each individual ship would be quite fun.

Also, we should be getting started some time tonight.