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

"I'm not a full fledged engineer, but I know a thing or three about how GEAR's work underneath the hood." chimed in Sara, speaking for the first time since they began their meeting. She was never really much for talking, and everyone else's voice rang out a lot louder than hers. The discussion had been about what she'd expected, the others voicing their concerns and Atlas doing his best to respond, which he did somewhat admirably. At least he knew how to talk, and he had the gusto befitting of a team leader determined to make things happen. Her face fell a bit when Atlas mentioned her coming up with strategies for the team- she hated shot calling and wouldn't when she could avoid it. The only reason she made any play on her own during the practice match was because they were at a standstill without Bill's leadership. Their team makeup was unconventional, and they'd need more than just a series of isolated 1v1s in order for them to succeed.

"As far as sponsors go, I could also try to get us Lockheed Martin and H&K." Sara added. Like Hyperion, Lockheed and H&K were Sara's personal sponsors, paying for her tuition costs and GEAR maintenance, as her family wouldn't be able to dream of paying the steep price of ACE Academy's tuition fees for two children.

Atlas suggested a few ideas for plans for tomorrow- as today was coming to a close. They could train some more- which Sara wouldn't be opposed to. She loved an excuse to pilot her GEAR, and with their performance today, they could use an exercise or two in team cohesion. They could also scout out other teams, which Sara also wasn't opposed to.

"If we can figure out who we're up against and what they're piloting, I could probably find some weaknesses in their GEARS- lots of students here customize mass production models, and most models have some sort of flaw or other- chinks in the armor plating, balance issues when adding additional gear, fuel feed inefficiencies. Stuff like that we could take advantage of. I just need model numbers and production dates."

If Atlas wanted Sara to help with strategy and planning, she needed to know what they were facing. She wasn't much for fighting, sure she knew what she was doing, but she didn't for a second think she could take a skirmisher like Bill in a straight up fight- and if reputations were to be correct, he was little more than a backup pilot thrust into responsibility. Currently, as far as Sara was concerned, Rio's Union made the cornerstone of their team- a sturdy frontline wall and base of fire from which the others could flank from or fire behind. From the Union's base, Ian could snipe from, and Sara and Bill could launch hit and run style attacks from. Sara wasn't certain what Gurevich's shtick was- but that also meant other teams didn't either. He was a bit of a wildcard, sturdy enough to work on the frontlines, but with a wide enough variety of equipment to throw a spanner into anyone's plan. A disorganized and confused enemy was always the easiest to deal with.

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

Sorry for the delay, got hit with a case of real life,but thats about resolved now. Post should continue/go up tonight.

Final Fantasy: The Dark Crystal

Ip Man is also one of my favorite martial arts series out there. Very well choreographed fights. Donnie Yen all the way

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

"Seers huh? Man I can't wait until we get out hands on those Aegis fighters- we can really take the fight to those lizards then!" Logan remarked while he pulled on his flightsuit in the hangar's shared ready-room. Molly, his wingmate merely rolled her eyes with a look that spoke for itself: 'Rookies.'

The ready-room was something of a multi purpose locker-changing room-armmory. While not loaded to bear with weapons like the ship's actual armory, the ready-room sported several standing height tables for marines and pilots to make last minute adjustments to firearms. There were also lockers for temporarily storing belongings, and a locked gunlocker for pilots to grab sidearms and survival rifles. Most fighters sported slots on their seats for firearms to be stowed in the case of an emergency ejection while in atmosphere. Of course, these rifles would be next to useless out of atmosphere- ejecting in space was almost a certain death, if not by impaling yourself or being shredded by space debris, then by asphyxiation after your limited oxygen supply ran out as you floated in space while waiting for rescue.

"That excitement is going to get you killed." piped Elijah- his vocal translator translating his language in realtime as he spoke, resulting in a slightly robotic, but still properly inflectioned voice. "Varaxians are trained from birth to fight and kill. According to your books, humans have to wait until adulthood to begin military training. You're all at least at two decades worth of disadvantages."

"Is he always like that..?" Logan muttered quietly, more to himself then to anyone else as he finished pulling on his hardsuit.

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The Hangar was a hub of activity as maintenance crew, techs, and pre-flight personnel ran around getting ready for the first sorties of their campaign. There was a general buzz of commotion as engineers made fine tune adjustments Aerospace planes and other equipment. The sounds of welders, sparks, computers, and dropping machinery could be heard as the small army of engineers went about their daily duties taking care of and arming the flights of sleek T-88s and Aegis IIs with trained efficiency.

A tech waved at Logan and his wingmate as the pilots filtered into the hangar, and made their way to their craft. "White and Stork, right?!" the tech yelled over the din of the Hangar. "I'll be taking care of your pre-launch checks, and last minute ordnance you want on your 88s?"

"I'm good with the standards- Velcans and Harpoons are all I'll need." Logan replied as he climbed up the ladder and vaulted into the seat of his fighter.

All hands, brace for influx. Repeat, all hands, brace for influx.

Came a voice over the shipwide PA, followed by an alarm siren. The siren continued for at least thirty seconds as crew in whatever state they were in prepared themselves. As the alarm stopped, there was a feeling of one's stomach dropping and a slight shudder as the Galatia dropped out of hyperspace. As soon as the ship returned to normal space, the volume in the hangar seemed to increase twofold as techs rushed to finish their tasks. Logan pulled his helmet over his head and waited on his fighter as the techs finished loading the ammunition for his weapons onto his fighter.

As he interfaced with the fighter's cockpit, flicking switches with one hand while resting the other on the control stick, his helmet HUD began feeding him information. His vehicle damage, weapons and ammo appeared on his upper left, and communications and wing status appeared in his bottom right. These included his wingmates and their biorhythm, along with options to change communications from wing-wide to squadron-wide. Video feed from other pilots would appear on the top right when available, and the targeting system synced to his helmet and the front pane of the cockpit glass. The fighter cockpit itself was rather crampt. Like most fighters, it had a on each side of the cockpit, and a holo display for a 3D radar in the center. On the left screen was a display showing various information regarding the ship's power systems, and the left display showed fuel and jump-fuel monitors.

Logan heard a knock on the glass, breaking him out of his concentration. It was his tech. The man waved at him and gave him a thumbs up, before waving at someone behind the cockpit and jumping off the ship. There was a rumble, and a brief warning flashed over Logan's viewscreen. One of the automated drones had hooked up to his ship and had begun taxing him one of the launch catapults in the hangar. Ahead of him, the main hangar doors slowly opened up, the interior of the hangar shielded from the blackness of space by a barrier of blue energy that kept the air in and the deep black out. As Logan looked around, he could see the other Seers of the rest of the scout wings lining up ahead and behind him.

Pushing a button under his left screen, the ship diagnostics were replaced by a 2D representation of local space, navpoints glowing on a section of grids. His wing was the first to be ready, so they got the greenlight to launch first.

"Beta Wing, prepare to jump." Ordered a voice in his helmet. His camera feed in the top right blinked to life to show the face of a middle aged woman, the comm officer on the bridge. The display was translucent, to allow him to see behind it. It would do a pilot no good to have a portion of his view blocked by a face in the middle of combat, though most pilots switched to audio only or reduced the size of the display to a mere corner of the screen.

"Roger, Beta-One check." called Molly over the comms, and Logan rushed to do the same.
"Uh r-roger, Beta-Two check." he rushed to reply.

"Beta Wing, launch in 3. 2. 1."

Logan's head was forced back into his headrest as a combination of the catapult, drone, and the Seer's thrusters propelled him out of the hangar and into the big empty at an approximate velocity of 200 meters per second. As Logan came back into control, he had a look around. They were finally in Vega- not that he could tell, all he saw around him was a collection of stars against blackness. Looking behind him, he could see the Galatia and the rest of the fleet, along with the crippled ship that they were to rendezvous with at the Vega jump node.

The Vega Campaign had officially begun.

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

I should get something up tomorrow

Final Fantasy: The Dark Crystal

O, I was reading off of the character sheets page, because theres so many ooc pages.

Though I think I'll personally hold off on making any second character- there are a metric fuck ton of people as it is. I'd lose track of a second character if I made it.

Final Fantasy: The Dark Crystal

We do have a lot of squishies. We could do with another dedicated frontliner. As it stands, we have Moggo, the batman, and a brawler.

Final Fantasy: The Dark Crystal

Aye, unless I play with a specific group of friends, I always go healer-tank hybrid. If I play with a dedicated group of friends, then I'll go full support.

Final Fantasy: The Dark Crystal

Added a bit to my character sheet to include Moggo's mount, Kokobocho.

Also, I feel like I should mention, the mental picture I have when I imagine Moggo in his armor is a chibi version of the Astora knight armor from Dark Souls- except with holes for his ears/pom/wings of course.

a la

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

I'll get the next plot piece up tomorrow