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Broken Skies: War in the Eversky

@VirdidianIgnis well, welcome to the guild, friend of Baz. Now, this character is what I would consider a confident first impression into the guild. I guess if we're going to discuss the character, I'll offer my two cents on him

Now, he's a cool interesting character, I love the allusions and steps he takes hinting at some slight learning disabilities and the like, but doesnt hammer it in like its his defining character concept. My main issue with the character is how we bring him into the party- He's a prisoner, and he's not very good at talking. How do our characters get into a situation where we have the option to set him free and let him join us- and why would we want to? Our party isn't exactly short on combatants.

@CollectorOfMyst I concur, his description of Lukas' personality is almost scarily similar to my little brother.

Ace Academy - Ready!? Set!? Rumble! - High Casual

Exams will be done by Friday. Since Sara is a bit of a wallflower, I didn't feel a particular need to jump in just yet.

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

pretty much- Severin is unique given her status, she's being sent along as a support/monitoring unit.

but Echo Wing pretty much gets to hang out and chill around in the hangar until trouble happens, because trouble is almost definitely going to happen.

The Black Bulls - A Story of Magic and Heroics

Tentatively interested

Broken Skies: War in the Eversky

Writing that post, I just saw Garrus saying "I'm in the middle of some calibrations."

Broken Skies: War in the Eversky

"You don't trust her boss? Well slap me silly and buy me another pint, because I could've told you that from the moment she walked in the door." Sam said with a chuckle as he threw his head back and downed half of the whiskey in his glass. For a spy, Daniel wasn't particularly worldly- at least not with people of the working class. Sam laughed internally at that thought, but it was true, for all intents and purposes, Mercenaries were of the working class: they did the brunt of the labor with the smallest amount of pay.

"She's a merc, boss. They work for whoever pays them the most, whether its the IRIO or the Heavens Eyes. Its loyalty for hire." Sam explained, not condescendingly, but with an amused tone in his voice.

"Same could be said o' me. Guess I'm a bit different 'cause I don't particularly like the Heaven's Eyes either, but in case you forgot: I'm a freelance, a grease monkey for hire. You guys hire me regularly, and pay well, so for the forseeable future, you have my loyalty."

Of course it was a bit more than that, Sam had been working for the IRIO long enough to have formed some bonds with its members. Daniel was a well-meaning if somewhat stiff guy, Lucy was fun and friendly, even the General had qualities Sam could appreciate. He liked them, and enjoyed working with them, but he always had to remember, he wasn't one of them. Despite all the displays of camaraderie and back slapping, he was the hired factory worker, and they were the employers. In the IRIO's eyes, he was likely as expendable an asset as the next merc.

"Anyway, you should probably stop worrying about one of the mercs. If you have to worry about one, you might as well worry about all of them." Sam said with a shrug as he tilted the rest of the whisky glass back and finished it.

"Now I have some last minute checks to do before we leave. Engine calibrations and all. You should probably call it soon too, we've got an early day tomorrow."

Broken Skies: War in the Eversky

"I'm not drinking that, if that's what you're asking." Sam said bluntly, giving the neon colored drink a bit of a sneer. "But if you're buying, I'm not one to turn down a drink." Sam said, as he pushed himself out of his chair with a huff.

"I always found Lucy to be a more entertaining drinking partner, but I suppose you'll do." Sam commented off-handedly to Daniel as the two made their way back to the bar. His attraction towards the outgoing, friendly blonde was fairly clear, though they never got much further than light flirtation- professionalism in the workplace and all. Of the few IRIO agents Sam regularly interacted with: Daniel, the General and a few others typically, Lucy was his favorite- and by far the most talkative and easy on the eyes. Daniel wasn't a bad guy- quite the opposite, he was about as stand-up as one could expect a spy to be. But, like many government types, he was kind of stiff, businesslike, and always seemed like he had a pole stuck up his ramrod-straight backside. Not exactly the best partner for casual conversation, at least conversation that wasn't work related.

"Whiskey for me- on his tab." Sam called to the bartender, jerking his thumb towards Daniel despite not getting any verbal confirmation of the man paying his drinks for him. The bartender rolled his eyes at the sight of the two of them returning, but produced a short tumbler with a single large ball of an ice cube and placed it on bar in front of them before filling it with the rich, amber liquor.

"So boss, on a scale of pretty fucked to only slightly fucked, how do you think this job is gonna play out?"

the question was only half-serious. On the few missions he had been on with Daniel and Lucy, he had always managed to slip some iteration of this line into conversation at least once. By this point, it was just another pre-mission ritual, but it was still good to know how well Daniel gauged their success rate at- the man usually wasn't wrong and had a fairly good sense of how things would go, surprisingly enough.

The Dirt Town Orphans (high fantasy gang RP)

Interesting concept. I'll be writing a character sheet inbetween my studies for finals.

Question: is telekinesis a possibility for a gift? It doesn't really follow any particular element. Would kinesis of a specific element be better?

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

Not needed necessarily as I know working around each other's schedules can be difficult, but I always view collaboration as an excellent learning experience for writing and co-operation.

If a collab is not your preferred tune, just be sure to check in with your wing partner so the two of you know the order you guys plan on writing in, or details the other should know.

Echo wing has it a bit easier - since there's so many of them - they don't need to be super in sync either, as they're just chilling so it'd be similar to standard group posting.

Oh, also everyone add "(Alphanumeric) Wing" and the (hr) line seperator to the tops of their posts for easier identification

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

The majority of the squadron managed to fill in with a minute or so to spare. The conversation wasn't loud, but managed to keep itself at around a dull roar, as some of the more veteran pilots jocked with each other. On the other hand, no one really seemed to pay attention to any of the rookies or newcomers. Not exactly a cold shoulder, but one or two of the rookies might have thought they saw eyes being rolled as they entered the room. The room quieted for a moment as Williamson entered- a sign of respect for the older officer, before someone called him a stuffy old fogey- jokingly of course, and the general conversation continued.

In front of Elizabeth, a young man turned around and gave her a wry grin, his big hair looking like it was probably a bit longer than most regulations allowed. His face was a light mocha and his dark eyes looked intense, yet friendly.

"Hey, you're new too right? Name's Logan, Logan White." Logan said, introducing himself. His eyes gave a quick scan of the room. "Talk about a warm welcome huh? Some of these guys look like they'd rather we didn't exist."

At exactly -0030, the doors of the briefing room opened, revealing a rather stocky, yet tall man. With his hair flared high and his beard kept to a fine stubble, he didn't look too different from some of the other pilots in the room, though from his confident demeanor, it was obvious that he was in charge. Conversation in the room quieted down as he floated to the front, but no one stood- at least none of the veterans stood. Some of the rookies, like Logan, tensed in his chair, ready to propel himself into a standing position but it appeared not to be necessary.

Marcus grabbed at a handrail and pushed his feet to the ground, where his boots connected with the podium with a magnetic clack. Almost immediately, the lights in the briefing room began to dim, the blue glow of the display in the front replacing the role of the overhead lights. At the same time, the datapads on the chairs- likely having scanned its occupant's bio-metrics, began reading out data that was both mission and individual exclusive.

"Alright Direwolves listen up." Marcus said as he placed his hands behind his back. His voice was loud and authoritative, booming almost, but didn't have the bite of a drill sergeant's bark.

"First things first, I'm sure you're all aware, but we have some newcomers joining us. I'm sure some of you are less than enthused, but I will remind you that hazing is not permitted. You're all adults and I expect you to act like one. Rookies, for your first few sorties, you'll be accompanied by more senior members of the squadron. Follow their lead, and you'll probably come back in one piece."

A couple of the quiet whispers and sniggers behind Logan gave him the dreading feeling that despite it not being permitted, some hazing would likely occur within the next few weeks.

"Anyway, getting back on track." Marcus segued, as a holo display appeared in front of him featuring a digital representation of the Galatia and the rest of its fleet. "The 7th Battlegroup, consisting of the Galatia, Roosevelt, Churchill, and Zeuss will be rendezvousing with elements of the 11th Battlegroup, who arrived in the Vega System 72 hours ago to establish a beachhead."

The display changed in realtime to match what Marcus said, showing the 7th fleet traveling and reaching a considerably smaller group of ships- presumably the 11th. Consisting of 2 capital ships and some 7 escort ships. After a moment, the display showed one of the capital ships and two of the escort ships in flames, with another escort ship just disappearing.

"Now, from all reports and accounts, the 11th have not had a very good time waiting for us. Reports suggest that the size of the enemy is considerably larger than we had expected. As a result, the advance force have lost roughly 40% of their of their fighting power. The TNS Verdun has retreated to the Sol jump node to undergo emergency repairs, and is for all intents and purposes out of the fight. Likewise, both of its escort ships have been disabled and one has gone missing. This leaves the TNS Athena and its escort ships as the remainder of the forward element still in play."

"Command is currently rallying another elements from fringe lines to form a second battlegroup to join us in Vega, but with our fleet stretched quite thin and the other fronts of the war heating up, it isn't likely we'll be seeing notable backup for a while. The 7th Battlegroup will be arriving via the Sol Jump node. We will leave one escort ship behind to guard the Verdun, while the rest of the battlegroup moves on to assist the Athena."

The fleet display disappeared, and was replaced by an image of just the Galatia and several smaller triangles- signifying fighters.

"Onto our specific orders. The Direwolves pulled the short straw so we'll be engaging in recon missions immediately after exiting hyperspace. You should be seeing individual assignments on your datapads now."

Logan looked down, and sure enough, data began scrolling across his datapad.

>Alpha Wing

• LCDR Adrien Travers
  • ENS Clint Grayson

>Bravo Wing

• ENS Molly Stork
  • ENS Logan White

>Charlie Wing

• LTJG Rezzik Valana
  • ENS Kira Lawrence

>Delta Wing

• LTJG Michael Kapp
  • ENS Elizabeth Reed

>Echo Wing

• CDR Moe Williamson
  • LCDR Anu Varakjit
  • ENS Thomas Sanders
  • ENS Severin Renault

At this point, the display zoomed out considerably, to show the ship as a considerably smaller model, and several glowing points highlighted in space, marked Nav 1-12.

"Simple recon plan," Knight stated.

"Alpha Wing will hit Nav 1 on their way to Nav 2, hitting Nav 3 on their way home."
"Bravo Wing will do the go to Nav 4 as they make their way to Nav 5, and hit Nav 6 as they return."
"Charlie Wing hits Nav 7 on their way to Nav 8, and Nav 9 on their way back."
"Delta Wing loops through Nav 10 and Nav 11, hitting Nav 12 as they return."

"Pilots of these wings will be flying T-88 Seers, be sure to put in a request to your flight crew about which guns and secondaries you want on your craft, or you might be going out with none."

"Echo Wing will be held in reserve as an emergency response force. Echo Wing will be flying Aegis II's and will remain with the Galatia unless there is trouble. If any recon flight finds themselves faced with considerable opposition, begin evasive maneuvers and request backup. Extra wings will be scrambled as necessary."

"Ask questions if you have them, if not, suit up and report to the flight deck."