WilsonTurner

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

@Monochromatic Rainbow
"And, uh, yeah can we get a load of popcorn and 'smores with that?"

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Aulfr watched the fight, impassive in all but his critical eye. He removed himself from a fight such as this, so as to be as fair as possible. There was no use in playing favorites, after all, or taking a side- but he did expect Aleksandra to beat the pair of his berserkers, skilled as they may be. The fighting did get his blood up a little, the roots of his own berserker self showing themselves a little at the sight of a fight that he wasn't in, but he didn't pay it any heed, letting it sit and wither away.

He analyzed all moves, considered all routes, and found both sides' performances to be excellent. His men kept their tempers, and Aleksandra kept her weaknesses and strengths in mind. Although, he was expecting her to be more aggressive- she was a great deal more reserved and careful than he had seen before. But then again, she was fighting efficiently, expecting to be facing many more opponents; before, she had been trying to be as impressive as possible, against lesser foes.

And it came to him as a surprisingly disappointing end, when he saw her concentration slip, her guard drop just a little too much, her feet move a little too slow. He took the tree steps to where his Shark berserker kneeled, pressing Aleksandra into the ground, letting her have no leverage, no escape, nothing. He paused a moment, before crouching down. He met the Shark's eyes evenly, before commending him.

"Excellent fight, Sjorn, Shark Leader, and Thorik, Wolf Leader. You both can look forward to a pleasant break. On the other hand... let her up, will you? Fight's over."

He waited for Sjorn to get up, and gave Aleksandra a moment to regain her bearings and breath. He met her eyes, when she finally looked up at him, and said nothing, let nothing show on his face.

"Don't drop your guard again. You'd be dead right now."

And as wolfish grins appeared on all the berserkers, he shot off a look at first the leaders, then the rest of his soldiers.

"If she had knives, you'd all have already been dead. Wipe those grins off your faces. Everyone's dismissed for the day. Sjorn and Thorik, stay for your bounty."

He turned his eyes back to Aleksandra, impassive and emotionless.

When Royalty Collides ~Closed For Now~

I'm crap emotionally/mentally and I've got a bunch on my plate atm. When I got some inspiration I'll try to whip up a post. Don't want to be the only one pushing along the roleplay, though. Other people gotta post 'sides us three :/

Ender's Game Alternate Universe: We're In Spaaaaace!

@HaleyTheRandom@l0ck0n
@Invariance Of C@Fillet
@ayzrules@jordy0403
@caliban22@Keyguyperson
@darkwolf687

Alright, c'mon. Some of you just want to watch; some of you want to join.

Whoever's still interested in joining don't need to do nothing more than like this post. Or you can post your own response. I don't care either way. Just give us something instead of losing interest and disappearing, yeah?

[Willy & Hailey] Practically Just Some Pigtail Pullin'

@HaleyTheRandom
Friday-saturday, felt like shit emotionally/mentally.
Today, my school decided that, of all the people playing games, watching movies, and watching less than appropriate 'entertainment,' they decided to crack down on the kid who writes for fun and talks about physics with a couple people.

Still feel kinda like crap

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

All hail the great Lord RNGesus!
He will make you not-penetrate every time you fire a gun!
He will make you miss!
He will make you FAIL!
Or you can love him and he'll only make you fail half the time.

Ender's Game Alternate Universe: We're In Spaaaaace!

Ender’s Game Alternate Universe ~ Prequel

AKA Spaaaaaaaaace!

The shuttle shook, too much to be considered vibrating, but not enough to be considered rocking. The loosest of buckles and latches rattled in their places, smacking against whatever they could, as the vehicle shot straight upwards. The children, sitting in four rows on either side of a central aisle, six columns to each side, tightened their buckles, anxious and afraid.

There was a dull roar as the initial boosters were going off, the first push in the last set of stages to get into orbit. The two large engines that were firing off ran for about a minute, pushing them up so far that the children inside could look out the port and starboard windows, and see the curvature of Earth, slowly, ever so slowly, turning in its eternal rotation.

The ship stopped shaking, just as abruptly as they had lifted off the ground. For a moment, there was silence, almost as loud as the engines themselves. They weren’t yet out of orbit- they were going no faster than two hundred and fifty meters per second, after all. Any faster and it wouldn’t be as efficient.

Ten seconds after the engines cut off, a low hum slowly built, filling the cabin of the ship, as the electromagnetic drive within powered up and started pushing the ship onwards. There was still plenty of rocket fuel; the shuttle could get all the way to Battle School without needing a refuel. However, it was much more cost-effective to use traditional chemical thrusters to do the heavy lifting, and then electromagnetic drives to do the slow and steady.

The ship started accelerating once more, making up for the ten seconds of uncontrolled, non-propulsed flight. There was nothing truly felt- it was more of a slight pull on the gut as the shuttle seemingly defied gravity, without any apparent effort.

As the vehicle reached farther and farther up, the press of acceleration slowly slackened on the children, leaving them feeling lighter and lighter as Earth became too distant to affect them.

One child in particular, right at the farthest end of his aisle, was staring out the window. He jerked back, slightly, feeling his entire body continue moving even after he stopped, disoriented both by the sudden weightlessness, and by the spire that had just speared into his vision. Grabbing ahold of the two handles on either side of the window- whose purpose was obvious, now that he was in zero-g- he pulled himself closer to the window that was practically radiating cold, and peered at wherever the base of the spire came from.

He caught his breath, as he caught the sight of a massive space station. Five rings, each of them separated by what must be a dozen feet, as if stacked atop one another with some space in between, with five tubes leading from each to a central cylindrical piece- which connected directly to the spire that he had seen. They were flying straight through the station!

One of the tubes, which he now saw was to be as wide as the length of a school bus, passed by his window, as they delved into the station. It was then that he realized that the station’s rings were moving, each of the tubes narrowly missing the shuttle as they flew. They traveled straight through, that hum that had accompanied their entire trip slowly petering off, to be replaced by more sudden bursts of speed in seemingly random directions.

It took him a moment to realize that the shuttle was coming in to dock- the only unoccupied port he had seen was the one between the third and fourth rings, the others ones all filled. Abruptly, more maneuvering thrusters fired; the shuttle slowly spun, the rear coming about to face the station’s central cylinder.

He caught his breath as he looked into the distance- a great, massive ball of sorts. He hadn’t noticed it before, but there was a sixth ring- but between the fifth and sixth rings was a massive glass ball, of sorts, almost as far-reaching as the wings themselves. He could see little lights, twinkling inside; he saw what appeared to be a… train, of sorts, shooting along the edge of the cylinder, and around the ball, presumably taking passengers to the last ring, for fast transportation.

And in the distance, his breath really caught. A hulking shadow sat, hovering in the void- every five seconds, its outline would appear as red warning lights blinked on and off. An International Fleet destroyer, a warship, just sitting silent and unnoticed. It brought the question of just how invested the IF were in him, and the other children, and just what warranted such caution, to have a warship guarding them.

His attention turned from the window to the hallway they had entered through, to see a man ‘standing’ on the ‘ceiling.’ Or… they were sitting on the ceiling and he was standing on the floor. Either way, he was upside down in comparison to them, and he had a smirk on his face, as several kids looked a little queasy.

”Welcome to the Battle School, children. What can any of you tell me about space?”

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

@Aristo
Pfft
Just an invasion of A-Teams
Right now the A-Team of mechs are engaging us
They're being backed up by A-Teams of soldiers

Maybe later we can introduce the A-Teams of tracked armor, and then the A-Teams of air support. :b

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

@Aristo
Mind you, there's also now squads backing up the mechs, with snipers capable of penetrating light armors, and joints.

Cause I threw that in the mix, as if we already don't have enough trouble on our hands :b

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

Holy crap, I posted?
I don't remember psting ;-;
When did I post?!