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Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

Freyja Svensdotter

Not long after Freyja had landed and stowed away her gear to let the ground crew work on her craft, she took the time to go and freshen up, heading into the woman barracks she went and took a nice long shower. The mission played a little on her mind, she wasn’t fazed by the fact another died, but just the fact it was under her watch, she played the strategy in her mind a few times, she was sure that by splitting enemy fire was a sound move, of course it didn’t take into account a plane malfunction, quite a few in fact happened. Either way she couldn’t dwell on something that was out of her control, she did her part, eliminated the targets and escorted the convoy in. Once dried of and dressed back into uniform, she decided to go visit the hospital to check up on her fellow colleagues.

Matter Dei Hospital, Msida

Upon her arrival at the hospital, Freyja spoke with the front desk to see where she had to go to find her fellow pilots, she learned that Scott had already been discharged, but Kat was still at the hospital, maybe if time permits she’ll catch up with the former another time. Once getting told where Kat was, Freyja made her way there.

Soon enough Freyja made it to the door of the room Kat was in, and was pleasantly surprised to see Fuka was there already and talking, she did wonder who the other voice belonged to. She lightly tapped on the door before announcing her presence. “Sorry to interrupt.” Walking further into the room, she was Kat in her sports bra with… A lot of scars to say the least. It was fair to say that the record doesn’t do it justice. She stopped herself short from just standing there staring and respectfully nodded at Fuka. “I thought I would come down and check up on you, see how you’re holding up. Save you from the box of boredom.” She motioned at the T.V.

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A few hours later, Freyja, like the rest of the squadron that was able was summoned to an urgent meeting, she knew it had to be dam serious considering they were requested to come with their firearms. She had since got out of her uniform, expecting things to chill before no doubt a briefing at some point tomorrow maybe? Either way she was dressed in an off shoulder tee, tracksuits and a pair of black trainers.

As Scott laid out the reason why they had been all summoned, it now made more sense, the enemy was better prepared then she thought, managing to get to some of shattered steel’s ground crews was a ballsy move. But it to, mad her angry, she decided to hide the reaction from her facial features, so it wasn’t her mistake, but the acts of sabotage, and one she could off easily have been the victim of herself. She doubled checked her HK-5C Marksman Rifle and her sidearm.

She then heard Myk speak up, the dude flipped a 180. Before the mission she told herself the kid had his heart in the right place, but this, she did not expect from him, it felt like he was letting it get to personal. “Do you hear yourself right now?” She spoke towards him before Fuka put him in his place, it earned her a smirked from Valkyrie.

Soon enough they approached the location where the saboteurs were, Freyja joined Fuka in flanking around the back of the building to cut of any escape options when all hell broke loose, the enemy was surprisingly well armed and seemed to be expecting them, reinforcing whet Fuka said about being compromised. Valk couldn’t agree more. Freyja signalled to Fuka of another pair of shooters coming to the window to their one o’clock and another pair at their eleven o’clock.

As more fire was laid down upon their position, Freyja moved to another bit of cover as soon as there was a lull in fire. This gave her a position to 1) cover the back door and 2) engage the targets on the eleven o’clock better and lesson the return fire on Fuka. When she had a chance, Freyja returned fire catching on in the shoulder, the other shooting ducked from the window, every now and again popping their SMG over the window frame to fire blindly over their cover.

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Amelia Schön

‘Finally’ Thought Amelia as she had finally made it to their destination of Malta, it was a long flight from the Forge, she had been briefed of course on the current operation and squadron and honestly she wasn’t particularly thrilled, they needed replacement pilots already, three of them by her count and she was sequenced through with and another pair of new pilots. They were followed in by a big ass antonov, she was surprised to see such craft after heavenfall, but it seems the N/UN was very capable.

Once she was finished being guided to her parking spot, crew began attending to her fighter while assisting the German pilot out. Once removing her helmet and shaking out her hair, Gunther and caught her eye, her eyes widened at the sight. “DAD!” She shouted at him as she tossed her helmet to a crew who just about caught it in time and she went of running towards her ‘father’ a smiled beaming from ear to ear if it really could. When she got to him, no pace had slowed as she literally jumped him, luckily he was quick enough to catch the young woman as she gave him a tight hug for a moment before getting back down onto her feet. “I have missed you so much! This is way better than phone calls right.” she couldn’t help but smile, they had so much to probably catch up on, but now it seemed it was not the time. Her smile went to a concern look on her face. “Dad, what’s wrong? I know that look….”

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Later on Amelia had found herself being summoned to a rather important meeting, what made it more fun was that fact the squadron was all told to come basically baring arms, like what kind of first day was this? It was a prank it had to be. Sure enough though it soon became clear it was no prank when she arrived and saw everyone there and armed, like holy shit she thought to herself. She was wearing a gothic style distressed printed lace T-shirt, and pair of black cargo pants and a pair of black boots. Heckler & Koch MP7A1 in hand, strap slinged over her shoulder, holding it at ease.

She could see now why Gunther had that look earlier, this squad had been put through the ringer so to speak, she could understand the moral, she listened to Scott and co fill in the whole situation and what she had literally been ordered into. One thing baffled her though, is why are there no like N/UN ground forces or some sort of security forces not dealing with it? A question for another time perhaps. Instead it was them going to deal with it themselves.

“Great, I’m glad I laced up my butt kicking boots.” Probably a light hearted thing to say, especially when you have Rambo with his M4 being a bit freaky with his comment. She would have to keep an eye on him no doubt.

When they were on the way to the hanger, Amelia followed in scotts team, she stayed close to the team, keeping to cover where possible and hoping for the element of surprise. Well that went as well as a grenade in a hand basket. Amelia was going to make her way over to right, fan out wide once inside and try get the enemy into some sort of crossfire or take some of the heat of Scott who led them in like a bad ass.

Being met with a hail of bullets, way more than expected, Amelia waited for a momentary lull in the fire, she quickly moved into better cover, keeping low while doing so, now more flanked to the right she needed to get their attention. Popping her head up. “I’m too cute to die!” she shouted at them, within second ducking back behind her cover and the gunfire immediately resumed, ‘yep that did it’ she thought, but of all the things she could’ve said, it was that. However as soon as she heard the SAW rip from outside, and then seeing it wielder come through the cover, Amelia had a cheeky ass grin. "Oh your so screwed now" she shouted before returning fire where possible to cover their new arrival that came in, Amelia caught one in his left leg when they tied to move position.

@Smike@Finetales@Rhona W@Letter Bee@Kensai

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

Freyja 'Valkyrie' Svensdotter

"Acknowledged skywatch, will continue to escort the convoy over." Keeping her thoughts to herself, Valk still had a job to do, even if this was the more mundane part of it, this gave her time to give things some thought while remaining vigilant. Valk of course was happy to hear the both Heartbreak and KK were safe from their crash landing, although it did leave the Swedish pilot a bit annoyed, just how the heck did the planes become into so much disrepair? Was wolf not doing his job in maintaining there're aircraft? was the N/UN not giving him the probably supplies and equipment to for him? many craft didn't make it of the ground, one malfunction to which got them shot down by the enemy and the flight lead engine nuked itself mid combat. Questions needed to be asked.

Ultimately, the escort to the 5 mile mark was quiet, and uneventful, Brightsspark had come to join her in escorting the convoy in , the one good thing to come out of this was the ships making it. and hopefully the intel gathering mission went better for the others. Just like Skywatch said, no more hostiles came. Freyja's thoughts were interupted when Mykh spoke up about finding his remains, weather or not his body could be retrieved would be left up to command. But she saw how she failed in her squad leader role and lost a wingman. She spoke up on the radio in response to her fellow pilots question. "Listen kid, I'm sorry but Sokolov's gone, I saw him go down with my own eyes... I saw no ejection." Her voice was a somber one, She failed on her part and it will stick with her for a while, but it wont effect her from pushing forward and performing her duties, maybe rescue crews will check? but that was not her choice to make.

Soon enough, Freyja was within the 5 mile mark and was on her way back to land, again the tower was doing pretty much all the talking. The swedish pilot opting to remain silent for the time being and collect her thoughts, maybe a stiff drink was in order also. on approach, Valk was instructed to use the other runway as the strickened F-14 was still being sorted out on the other, clean crews work hard to secure the craft and clear up the runway. Her landing went without any issues, and was guided into an area she could taxi to and park up and clear the spare runway for Mykh. She needed to get out of her gear, get cleaned up and shower no doubt before the debrief of all debriefs was no doubt going to happen. She chose not to vent her frustrations on the ground crew as it would not serve any purpose.

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

Amelia Schön

Name: Amelia Schön
Callsign/Nickname: Sparrow
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Amelia

Amelia has long straight black hair, it falls to shoulder length draping over her shoulders and quite far down her back, she mostly has hers freely down. Amelia stands roughly at 5 feet 7 inches with a figure of 32-23-33. She has small cheeks, a medium size nose, small hands with delicate average size lips, Amelia has easy to get lost into eyes, they're a faint green-grey colour that seem to speak without words. While they can glimmer with kindness, they say eyes are the windows to your soul, and they only reflect such and a tanned skin complexion. Her everyday appearance with clothing is could be classed predominantly goth like with a dash of playful femininity. Amelia loves arm sleeves, often liking the variety.

Despite her habits of eating anything she fancies and with a love for alcohol, Amelia does have a slim feminine build due to her being an active individual, She’s toned to the point of lightly muscled but has some slight curves from her Cardio and light weight lift exercises.

Nationality: German
Personality: Despite Amelia being reluctant to trust new people she has just met, often being shy and initially reserved, she is a very outgoing person who can be a little careless which can get her into or causing trouble, although never intentionally. Amelia is extremely Spirited, Quick-witted and playfully sarcastic. Despite not always acting like it, Amelia can be an intelligent and mature young woman but seems to still holds onto an unquenchable thirst for fun; Amelia has shown a lot of courage and is always ready to help her friends, quite the vicious little thing whenever she is pushed far enough, which can probably be seen as cute by some.

Amelia, above all else is a survivor. She is resilient, resourceful, and smart, she proves herself time and time again to be not only beautiful, but also have a strong fiery spirit, unbridled will-power and passionate independent streak helping the young woman to rarely ever hesitate whenever it comes to standing up for someone or something she believes in, her courage and wits make her an asset to anyone that befriends her. Amelia always manages to find something in which to occupy her time, she is extremely outgoing and enjoys heading out with friends or listening to music, to relaxing by herself for some ‘me’ time or hiding of to go for a sneaky drink. Amelia is Extremely relaxed and seemingly bursting with life, she is just fun to generally have around and does all that she can to live her life to the fullest and to the best of her ability despite her occasional loneliness.

History: Born in 1988 in soviet occupied east Germany under the Warsaw pact, Amelia never knew of her original parents being left on the doorstep of an orphanage as a baby. They of course took her in and helped to raise her. At a young age, she was put into a foster care system in an attempt to curb her behaviour because she unintentionally was getting into trouble at schools. It was not like she was getting trouble on purpose, but her playful, random and careless behaviour made it easier for other kids to blame the girl for things weather she did them or not, Amelia just had this unquenchable thirst for fun and adventure. Over the years Amelia had been in and out of multiple foster homes, often because she was too much of a pain to handle, or she ran away, which more often than not is what she did, often getting caught for drinking and being 'A collector of rare wallets' as she would put it.

it was not until one day, the young teen came across a homeless man, he never asked for anything, but one act of kindness would create in the long run an unshakable bond. Amelia would end up getting a hot meal for herself and the man with what scraps of money she had, she would offer him the food and would sit with him, eating with the man, talking to him, she would do this every few days, through their conversations the man realized Amelia was on the streets herself, a runaway, while she learned the man was once a shop owner but was forced to shut down by soviet soldiers. over time, the man accepted her she nicknaming him 'Wiseman' and her getting the nickname 'little Sparrow' the reason for what would be her call sign later in life. Using what scraps, they could get, using it to help teach her useful things, it was not exactly full blown school education but it helped, he often made sure she was fed before himself etc... but she would insist on sharing, in a way her act of kindness to a stranger probably saved her life being out on the streets.

And then the heavenfall event happened, literally tore the world as everyone knew it a new one, the death and destruction was insane, it changed the world dynamics. But closer to home it brought a lot of changes, the fall of the Soviet Union, the fall of the Berlin wall and the reunification of Germany, as it unified to an effort to rebuild and survive. For Amelia, well in all honesty the teen was injured, bloody, battered and confused, she eventually came across a man, unbeknownst to her, he was from the German air force and rescued her. His name, Gunther Wolfman, they would go on to form a father/daughter relationship. The Bundeswehr along with the Federal Agency for Technical Relief (THW) and (BBK) was doing everything but stretched massively in the relief efforts. The guy that rescued her, ended up taking Amelia to an air force base he was serving, this was where her interest in aircraft came from. A year later once she was of military age, she decided to join the Bundeswehr with the aim to join the Luftwaffe. After all her training, Amelia successfully joined the Luftwaffe and become very familiar with the Eurofighter Typhoon. She would often have to perform patrols and interceptions as PMC's started popping up, it wasn't long until she saw combat.

Eventually when time permitted, Amelia went on a search to find the 'Wiseman' it took a lot of time and effort, but she eventually learned he survived and found him. it was a tearful encounter, tears of joy of course as the man came to learn that Amelia had survived and made something of her life. She offered to take the man into her home, it was nothing fancy a small one bad place, but it was far better than the streets, he stayed in the front room, and managed to get himself cleaned up and sorted, he has since found work, working for the Federal Office for Civil Protection and Disaster Assistance (BBK). Both were busy but stayed in contact where possible. When Germany joined the N/UN as part of the rebuild efforts and working with allies again, Amelia stayed loyal to the Luftwaffe, with no interest in becoming a pilot for hire or mercenary for a PMC and despite her being a pain in the ass, she still performed her duties. Now though, Amelia is being sent to shattered steel, a N/UN PMC. They say it's because of her skillset, which is true, but part of her felt it was also a chance to get the playfully sarcastic troublemaker pilot out of their hands and take her mostly harmless pranks elsewhere, it was rumoured it could of been a request from her 'Father', either way, she ended up being ordered there, to represent increasing efforts of her nations support in these troubling times.

Personal Gear:

• HK USP Compact Tactical .45 ACP equipped with a SureFire flashlight and suppressor height sight.
• Heckler & Koch MP7A1” with folding front grip, weapon sling, and an Aimpoint Micro T2, tactical flashlight, laser aiming module (LAM) and supressor.
• KM2000 Combat knife, GAK 4 Multi-Tool pocket Knife.
• Personal picture of her former squadron, an older picture of her and gunther together, smartphone, bluetooth wireless portable speaker, Pen and Paper.
• Alchemy Gothic - Dragoncross necklace.
• Various types of Poi dancing equipment.

Personal Aircraft: Eurofighter Typhoon Tranche 4+/5. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eurofighter_Typhoon#

Aircraft modifications:

• All suggested modifications/upgrades in the linked article above the picture
• N/UN updated to be able to carry new munitions, remote carrier UAVs such as the prototype RCM2, and electronic warfare payloads
• Thrust Vectorial Nozzles and improved engine.
• Lightning style Sparrow's paint scheme.

Anything Else:
Character Quote: "If someone breaks your heart, Just punch them in the face... Then go get some ice cream"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrcXwukYl6Y Freaking love this song.

The 'Wisemans' real name is Alexander Schäfer.

Hobbies: Amelia does not really have a massive set of hobbies, the one or two main hobbies she does have is various types of Poi dancing which helps being ambidextrous, it is something she has done for quite a while now and does it whenever she can or is in the mood for it, and the other is collecting candles, especially scented ones both of which help keep her mind of things and even relax.

Generally, she likes to listen to music and even singing. She enjoys keeping people on their toes but also disappearing off where she can happily get lost for hours or find a spot to relax and have alone time. She has a knack for wondering off, for her it is a good escape from the harsh realities since heavenfall.

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

added a surprise :)

Calling All Heroes and Villains!

@EstylwenSorry for delays, I can show you a WIP soon, I had one idea and then flipping onto another one instead which I hope give more open options for story development, at least I hope.

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

Freyja 'Valkyrie' Svensdotter

As quick as the initial plan of attack worked, it soon went south, like a grenade in a hand basket, or something like how the saying goes. Three boats were still in the fight, there formation changing to her tactics, however they were still on course for the convoy and things were starting to get close, especially as now she was the only plan left to engage them. “Dam It” she cursed, not that anyone would hear her anger as it was not broadcast down the radio, she monitored where her fellow pilot went down, she chimed in on the radio to the team. “This is Cobalt 7; Cobalt 8 is down….” There was quite a lengthy silence. “Confirm, no chute deployment, over.” There was a hint of annoyance in her voice, she was flight lead for flight two, and she lost a pilot under her command.

For now, though she re-focused, she could dwell on what if’s another time, the convoy was ship in danger from the enemy boats and they were getting close, too close for Valks comfort. Re-positing herself for another attack run, she knew now more fire would come her way being the only fighter left for the enemy to concentrate on, but this didn’t faze her, switching over to her IRIS-T missiles, her plan to go in hard and fast, using the gripen’s advanced tracking systems to multi target the small boats, Circling round, Valkyrie came at them from their six o’clock, low and fast, throttling up another larger rooster tail of water behind her, the warning systems warning her to pull up.

Tracking the targets on her system she would need to engage swiftly, switching targets as quickly as possible to shoot at one target after another in rapid succession. Before she knew it, tracers and other small arms fire came her way, she kept herself cool, calm and collected. Closing in on her targets, soon the sound went off that she had locked on. “Cobalt 7, Fox two.” Within seconds her first missile fired. Switching to the second target, again she fired. “Cobalt 7, fox two” the return fire was intense as heck. One problem with a tactic thought was her speed, she Zeroes in on the final boat far two quick and the locking on signal went off.

Thinking quickly, valk switched to her main gun, she let fly with her own bullets at the last remaining enemy boat, the convoy was close, they could probably see the fight without binoculars by now. The other two boats suddenly exploded from her missiles within a few seconds of one another, debris went flying as the wrecks slowed, still floating but in a ball of flames. The engage in fire though soon paid dividends as once she heard the lock on from a shoulder mounted Igla missile, several of her round mowed through the guy wielding it, as he fell back collapsing on the deck of the small craft, the missile fire, not fully needing a line of sight to fire, incidentally it fires of inside of the ship and it exploded from within, forcing Valk to suddenly pull up and adjust her throttling to compensate.

All the enemy boats had been accounted for and dealt with, still the operation did not go fully to plan, they lost a pilot, cobalt’s squad lead was damaged, this was not what she would call an ideal outcome for the mission sure the objectives seemed to be done but it was at a cost. She only hoped the recon mission had more success in getting vital intel. Throttling down to a more suitable speed, Valk leaned slight to the left as she performed a flyby of the convoy, observing the deck she could see people on the decks celebrating and waving as she went by. “This is cobalt 7 to cobalt 1-1, All enemy vessels accounted for and eliminated, continuing to escort the convoy, over.” Despite the crews looking like they are celebrating, valks contained any enthusiasm, it probably sounded like it on the radio to, for her there was not much to celebrate in terms of loses, sure she was happy they protected the convoy, it is probably cold and calculating, but Valk felt the loss was unacceptable, and more likely the team will end up with replacements to fill their ranks. She then heard the radio chatter. “You guys good up there?” Need any assistance, over?”.

@Letter Bee@Smike@Rhona W

Calling All Heroes and Villains!

I am planning to have my CS complete by tomorrow, sorry it has took longer than expected.

Calling All Heroes and Villains!

@Estylwen I'm getting there, working up on the history atm, and then finish up my Personality. would of been done sooner but done some overtime at work. :D

Calling All Heroes and Villains!

Mine is kind of the same and can go either way. Especially now I'm more focus on the direction I want to go now from my idea's :)

Calling All Heroes and Villains!

One of my Original ideas was to have a pyrokinetic with Phoenix Physiology. giving me some ideas to work on for the abilities and weaknesses, but was worried if that would collide with Hellfire. I'll find the other concept I am debating and send you a PM shortly.