Voltus_Ventus

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Edited my sheet, updated some stuff.

Read it over, point out any issues you have.

@Isotope

Maybe reduce the amount of planes you have? Pick your four or so favorites.

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@Mihndar Your nation is accepted, put it in the chat section.

@ZB1996 Your nation is accepted, put it in the chat section.

@Gig Your nation is accepted, put it in the chat section.

@Cyclone Would have appreciated it if you had waited for me to tell you to put it up, but no biggy. Just get it done though, SKEPIC HAD TO EARN HIS PLACE!!! :3

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@Mihndar Fuck.. The reds are officially here.

NCQuest: Smith's Rest

Sorry for not coding in my color, just not bothered.

Also, sorry about it being so short and shit, I just felt like I needed to post something, anything.

NCQuest: Smith's Rest

The train blasted across the dried out sea, sending swirling dust clouds out behind it, around the train, the sun baked the ground and killed anything that live, for once Jingo was happy that the coolest ports were open to the cockpit, otherwise his unconscious body would have been roasted already. The Wessex was taking a leisurely run a few hundred yard ahead of the train, keeping the peace between them just about the same, it was an uneventful mission thus far and he was happy for it, he'd rather not be attacked out there in the open.

It was a pleasant surprise to hear the captain's voice, a fellow brit he thought to himself, though he himself was Scottish and not English, either way he enjoyed the company of people with accents, the fact boring accents of some of his comrades drove him up the wall. As he jogged along the flat, salty plains, his antenna high in the air being blown back by the breeze, his sensors picked up an unidentified audio signature. Scanning the horizon, he zoomed in and out with his powerful camera until he spotted the source, a fairly large NC, stalking around at the edge of his sensor range, the fact he couldn't I denitrify it from the sounds he could pick up unnerved him, it meant this was a new NC, one that the database had never encountered and that was dangerous.

Jingo pulled up his coms panel and radioed Percy, "Oi mate, I think we have ourselves a hostile on the horizon, relaying coordinates now, I'm moving in for a closer look." He veered left and away from the train, capping pace with the dissent NC and taking high quality Images to add to the database, from how it looked, it was built for the same purposes as The Wessex, but this one was newer.

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<Snipped quote by Voltus_Ventus>

*Browses the brochure*

I'd like the rocket launcher with a side of the rugged Vz .30-06. If you have any fine machine guns, I'd like one of those too, shaken not stirred.

@ClocktowerEchos

An arms deal can be reached but you'd probably be not the only one to purchase fine quality Ventian goods.

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@Voltus_VentusIs it fine if I use jet engines?
Jets were operational in the 30s already. With some extra effort to them, mithril and elven engineering I think I can make them reliable.
They consume more fuel, wear out the engines faster and have other weaknesses compared to propeller craft.
What they have is speed, less noise and perhaps simpler construction.

YA-109 Tavr

Name: YA-109-T2 Tavr Ymesyd (the latest variant)
Type: Interceptor Aircraft
Length: 6.11 m
Wingspan: 9.77 m
Empty Weight: 575 kg
Fuel Capacity: 200 Liters of Kerosene (called Sauruin AKA "crudely burning")
Standard Weight: ~ 980 kg (factoring in the pilot and other equipment, too)
Max Takeoff Weight: 1550 kg
Powerplant: Geared Axial Turbojet Engine (adjustable thrust up to 12kN with afterburners)
Cruising Speed: 372 MPH (600 km/h)
Combat Speed: 575 MPH (925 km/h)
Max Operational Range: 390 km (at cruising speed, 250km at max speed)
Primary Armament: VH-133A anti-airship cannon (33x99mm, 60 rounds, maximum 600 RPM)
Secondary Armament: VP-37-A machinegun x2 (9.65x49mm, 360 rounds, 2400 RPM)
Hardpoint Options:
- 50kg Bombs x 8 (4 per wing)
- 125L External Fuel Tanks x 2 (using both effectively doubles the aircraft's range)
- SD-03AA 66mm Rockets x 10 (placed along the wings, carrying a 0.7kg TNT fragmentation warhead)
- SD-03AT 255mm Anti-Tank Rocket x 4 (likewise placed along the wings, has a 5.5kg hollow TNT charge warhead)
- 720mm Aerial Torpedo x 1

One of the iconic fighters of Yllendthyr, this aircraft is quick and deceivingly powerful. Built on a lightweight yet enduring mithril frame and an engine which runs along its entire length, the tiny fighter has surprising load capacity which later variations are now putting into good use with various wing hardpoints. In comparison the Tavr's cockpit is only has a compass, gunsight and a container for maps. The Tavr is small and was designed for elves thus it puts more emphasis on the pilot's natural senses than anything else. Another tradeoff for the Tavr is its short range which makes it often rely on air motherships and that its overpowered engine requires an overhaul after every 50 hours of flight. Due to its top specs and demanding attributes the Tavr is especially popular with nobles. Tavr, alternatively spelled Tavor, is an elvish word for woodpecker.

@Willy Vereb

I suppose you can have it, though I would be grateful if you would decrease what you have on your hard points.

Wasteland Soarers - Tales of the Dust

Sorry it's a shit post, wanted to get one out of the way before we embarked. Assume I'm waiting at the dock in my gear.

Wasteland Soarers - Tales of the Dust

The cold evening only helped to reinforce the surreality of the situation, initially Nikola had gone to look for the captain in an effort to fill his holds with sulfur and salt but the world had knocked him onto his head and now he was a crew member on an airship. As Nikola walked through the chill, he wrapped his arms around himself, he had come to live in Thrin years ago and made a comfortable life for himself, he had a well paying job and his own place, he was satisfied, though still disgruntled by his brother's unwillingness to hand over the reigns of the family business; it was a shame that he had to leave now. A few minutes of walking the narrow winding platforms of Thrin, Nikola arrived at the door of his place. He brushed his feet on an antique door mat and unlocked the door.

During his time in the town, he had made his house into a home. It was a one room dwelling, well two if one didn't discount the toilet, it was a square 12 yards by 12 yards and 2 1/2 yards high, cut directly into the rock. In the corner was his bed, a twin size hay mattress, two could fit on it if they didn't mind being close to one another; in the middle was a circular table with a few crates meant to be chairs thrown around it, a half finished solitaire game sat by an upturned box, he dealt himself an impossible hand. To the left of the table, mounted on the wall was a large cork board, with layers of papers and scribbled notes pinned onto it, a large map peeked out in places in the background, lengths of red twine joining point on the map.

Nikola sighed and kicked his shoes off, discarding them by the door. He locked the door behind him and went straight to his bed, though he could use the sleep, his first instinct was not to flop not the mattress, he dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and dragged out a dusty duffle bag from under it. Vanderbilt gave it a good few smacks, sending swirling clouds of dust into the air which he fanned away, he brought his hand to the zip and pulled it to the opposite end of the bed. Nikola reached in and slowly, started to pull out the contents, his old adventuring gear. Black cargo pants, a grey turtleneck and black suspenders, he pulled out a pair of worn boots and a a green felt coat, out came fingerless gloves and a red scarf; in the gear he fit into the crowd much better then he would in his suit. He folded the pile of clothes into a neat pile and shifted them off to the side, reaching back into the bag to pull out the remaining objects, miscellaneous charts, empty shell casings among some of the junk inside. Finally he pulled out his knife, a gift from a tribal chief for setting up trade relations and a pistol holster that went under his coat, he didn't know why he kept it, he had sold his gun months ago.

Upon emptying out the duffle bag, he went around his room and assessed the situation, he spent a few hours with the papers form the cork board, sorting out what he needed and ripping up what he found useless, eventually he had a pile of paper held together by a bulldog clip. Nikola dropped the pile into the duffle bag, along with the rolled up map and the ball of red twine, everything else he would need was folded and arranged on the table, along with his gear for the next day. With a yawn, he staggered over to the bed and slipped under the covers, "Might as well get some sleep.." he mumbled to himself as he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

He woke up the next day to the ring of his alarm clock, 0400, sitting up he stretched out his arms and yawned, smacking his lips together and looking at all his belongings packed up. Slipping out of bed, he picked up his alarm clock and threw it into the bag along with his papers; he proceeded to strip into his skivvies and place his folded suit into the duffle bag. Once done and in his gear, he stood in the doorway and frowned, he'd be leaving the comfort of his home for the unknown, at that moment he was having second thoughts but looking down at himself in his gear, those thoughts vanished. He locked the door behind him and went to the office, to pick up his last pay.

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*Slips in brochure for Ventian Firearms*