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Calling All Heroes and Villains!

Hello everyone! I hope you all don't mind. Rhona pointed me in this direction for super RP as we were talking about supers. I wondered if there still is space to work on a character and join? I have been reading up and I am interested!

Thank you.

Justice League Unlimited - United We Stand

Hope Omega man is okay

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

Freyja 'Valkyrie' Svensdotter

When it was her turn to take off, Valkyrie throttled up, Afterburners engaging as the Saab Gripen took off into the air, soon enough once at altitude the Swedish craft took up formation along with flight one for a moment as Scott spoke over the radio. Freyja smiled as she watched the F-14 waggle its tail and break off. She moved her mask closer to her mouth. “Copy that flight one, stay safe and show what your made of.” After this the Swedish pilot look around to see her wingman, she wiggled her wing at him before speaking up once more. “Cobalt 7 to Cobalt 8, Welcome to Cobalt Squadron, look forward to seeing what the classic bird of yours can do.” She finished out as she flew on route to her destination.

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Over the Mediterranean Sea; approximately 20 miles West of Malta
March 13th 2014.

Not long after checking in, AWAC had lit up the comms again, confirmed multiple air and ground targets, to which of whom were refusing to ID themselves. It looked like the enemy were at the gates, but this time Cobalt Haze was there to answer this time. “Copy Cobalt lead, Flight two moving to intercept surface targets and identify over. Cobalt 8, you’re on me, lets fly low try not to get to close but at least see who we are dealing with.”

Clipping her mask on and dropping her visor, Freyja Banked into a slight turn and throttling up a bit, Valk reduced her altitude to get a better visual inspection of the six surface targets, this was dangerous of course as it was leave them open to weapons fire should the unknowns vessels chose to engage. “Cobalt 7 to Skywatch, can confirm, Surface target are military patrol boats, moving slightly close to identify further, over.”

Suddenly her flight had come under heavy enemy fire. “Shit” she said under her breath before speaking back on comms again, weapons fire can be hard in the back ground. “Cobalt 7 to Skywatch, can confirm surface target are hostile, under heavy tracer and small arms fire… Visual confirmation, surface targets are Libyan, over.” Soon the sound of attempted lock on were sounding off.

The weapons fire was intense as her flight was closing on the enemy vessels, they couldn’t stay like this she calmly and quickly devised a counter to it. “Cobalt 7 to Cobalt 8, break formation, I will crank left, you crank right, let’s see if we can split their fire and attention and move to engage at your discretion, let’s make sure these guys don’t make it to that convoy, over.”

Breaking formation, Valks Griffon banked hard left, going what she could not to get a target lock on herself and moving into a better angle of attack for herself. Circling back round she throttled up and attempted to get a lock on one of the boats, still under fire, her craft was low enough that a small rooster tail of water was coming out from behind her craft. Once a lock confirmation was achieved, the Gripen raised up a bit more from the water surface. “Cobalt 7, Bruiser” she called as the anti-ship missile was fired at her target and broke off.

Moments later a massive explosion happened to confirm she hit her target, a bloom of black smoke billowing out from one of the ships. Suddenly her hunting tones sounded of again and a lock established, one of the ship got of a shot from a shoulder mounted surface to air missile. Freyja began evasive manoeuvres with little luck shaking of the missile and having to fire her first set of countermeasure flares to evade the missile. The rest of the ships appears to keep pressing on at 30 knots.

@Letter Bee@Kensai@Smike@Rhona W@Shadow Daedalus

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

March 13th, 2014
Malta Defence Forces HQ
Luqa International Airport
Malta, The Mediterranean

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It had been an interesting morning for Freyja, she had ended up getting a good night’s rest once her head hit the pillow after the flight hours she did, but the events from last night did linger on her mind. She ended up apologising to the ladies of cobalt for her outburst. She had briefly spoken to Fuka, she didn’t go massively into detail of what the men confronted her over, although by now half the base probably knew knowing her luck. She thanked the woman for checking up on her though and for calming the Valkyrie down, despite abruptly waking her fellow pilot up.

Then there was Aurélie, Freyja remembered her coming to the rescue and taking their little Casanova away from the situation with a distraction in the simulator. She knew the young pilot meant well, maybe the way he went about it, not so much. Going to the woman’s dorm and spatting out her business a little in front of the others was probably a sure fire way to probably getting told of, but in reality, she probably owed Aurélie one for taking one for the team so to speak.

And speaking of the little Casanova of Cobalt. Freyja had not really been able to speak to him, but she did eventually realize he sent her a personal message on the data pad. She still couldn’t get a full read yet on Mykh, he is eager to prove himself and has a chip on his shoulder over Russia. But he also seems to have his heart in the right place, despite hitting on herself and Fuka and getting all emotional over the radio of considering Valk a friend even though he only met her the previous day. She read his message. Just prior to the briefing Freyja did shoot the young pilot a private message. “Morning, I just wanted to say thank you for trying to help out, you shouldn’t have followed me to the female barracks and announced my business in front of the others though. But look, your heart is in the right place, I’m just not used to others going out of their way to being kind to me.”

During the briefing, Freyja was taking notes out of habit as Scott gave the team the rundown of the current situation and the mission that they will partake in. It appeared she would get to have some ‘fun’ as some would put it, being part of the guard dog flight and she would be commanding flight two and that her wingman was to be none other than the new late arrival to be briefing, with all the events of the last 24 hours, she missed that there was an update on the pad about replacements for the squadron and that this new individual identifying himself as Lt. Illya Sokolov. So this was to be her wingman, Cobalt 8, she gave him a nod, making a note to read his file or even speak to him at some point after the briefing to learn about the guy that will be watching her back and vice versa.

And then Mykhailo ended up mentioning Russia again, Freyja couldn’t help but roll her eyes for a second. The kid was passionate for sure, but she knew of her time operating there post heaven fall that the once dangerous giant bear was nothing like its former self. Just thinking of that place sent a shudder down her spine. In the mean time she made notes of what load out she wanted her Gripen to have. A mixture of IRIS-T and RBS-15F anti-ship missiles along with ECM should be a flexible load out for the mission parameters set. She noticed how awkwardly Sokolov was put on the spot and so focused back on the briefing, looking at her CO Scott. “Sir, if I may, what is the convoy actually transporting?” she wanted to know, last thing she wanted was a friendly ship going up in a big mushroom cloud because it was holding munitions, these days you never know.

SPEARHEAD - A military, special forces RP in the almost modern-day

This came up when my net was down but will keep an eye as it looks like you got your six. :)

Through the Gateways: Inhumanity

Count me interested of course :D

Umbra Rose Condos

Hope all had happy holidays and new year. my home move went well and my internet has just come back online, so hopefully get to work on a couple of character ideas if this still open?

Umbra Rose Condos

@DragonydasOkay thank you i am looking into a couple of ideas i like, and work on a character. there is one thing i will be up front about as it a temporary issue, i am moving home on 20/12. This means i'll temporarily have no internet between the 20/12 to 03/01 although this could be smaller window depending if engineer comes out soon at new address.

But I wanted to state my interest here as I am really liking what I am seeing here in the RP. And still hope join if the CS goes well and you guys still have space. :)

Umbra Rose Condos

General inquiry, this place still looking for more monster residents?

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

The Sun had long set during their flight to Malta, honestly it was a beautiful sight when one could just fly and not be fighting. The gleam of bright various bright lights was an assuring sign for Freyja, after two very long flights, fatigue was really setting in and rest was calling for her, sleep was literally screaming for her. Eventually the runway light was a signal for the journey’s end and when it was her time to land, she did so, with little complaint from the wheel of her delta wing aircraft. She followed the guiding gestures of a ground crewman to park the plane up her plane with crew coming to attend to her aircraft and secure it with chocks and so forth. While shutting her plane down, she took a moment to see that the airfield had seen combat, and quite recently.

Once out of the plane she did get some looks from some of the Maltese crew, but she didn’t pay much mind to it and removed her helmet and grabbing her things while her CO spoke to their liaison that had been assign to them for the duration of their stay. When the pleasantries were done with, and the tour of the base was complete, Freyja could finally look forward to actually getting well needed rest. She had placed her duffel bag on a bed in the corner of the room where the ladies of Cobalt would be sharing, and got herself sorted. The plan was simply to go and get something to eat, shower and hit the sack as she was getting very tired.

Leaving to go to the mess hall to get some chow, Freyja got herself some food, she didn’t get much, but a small bite to eat would do her no harm, she sat herself down at a table no one was sat at and kept to herself from the mingling crowd that was already in the mess. Freyja could feel that there were eyes laying upon her, but she chose to ignore it, she had barely got started with her meal when a couple of guys came over to the table she sat at, one spinning a chair round to sit on it backwards while the other simply rest his foot upon another, casually leaning on his leg that was perched up on the seat, staring at the pilot.

“This the one?” the guy that was sat opposite Freyja opened with. “Yeah this is one, got out of that Griffon, the description of the markings on the tail I can easily remember.” Freyja sighed quietly under her breath and stopped eating. “Can I help you gentlemen?” The guys watched her movements for a moment before the one leaning spoke up. “You’re the bitch, that sank the N/UN navy supply ship many years ago, it was carrying equipment and supplies meant for Malta.” The other interjected. “My brother was on that ship, 70% of the people on that ship went down with her, do you remember that war criminal? Or was it just it numbers for you from whatever PMC gave you the biggest payout? The N/UN paying you the highest now is it? How dare you come here.”

Freyja slammed her cutlery down on the table which brought about the silence of the whole mess hall. Clearly people could over hear what was said. She looked up at the men, clearly she was annoyed, she often refused to speak of her past. “Nothing I have done since turning against my previous employers will make up for the atrocities I once committed in their name. Somewhere deep inside, I knew it was wrong, a voice I did not recognize screamed for me to stop. Back then I saw no way out, it was the way things were, they could not be changed. I tried convincing myself the people I was hurting deserved it. I became numb to their pain and suffering, I learned to shut out the voice speaking against it.”

“What the Fu… There is always a choice lady, and you dam well know it!” One of the guys scolded at her. Maybe her answer was no what they fully expected. “Indeed there is” she simply replied. Her short responses only seemed to anger the guys more. “And yet you still choose to ignore it!” Freyja continued to get agitated, but as much as she would want to smack these guys into next week, it would only make things worse for Cobalt Squadron and so refrained herself for falling into that trap. “And yet I sit here now” The guys hesitated on what to say next, they couldn’t believe just how this pilot was answering them back. “Do you hear yourself right now? They should have just locked you up and thrown away the key, hell you deserve a harsher punishment, I really can’t wait for the day you think you can forgive yourself.” This hit Freyja a bit, punishment, she knew full well about punishment she had to endure after hammerfall, working hard to keep her emotions in check.

“Because it will never come, I have accepted it. One day others may try to convince me that they have forgiven me, but that says more about them than me.” One of the guys rubbed his temples and audibly sighing. “Jesus… You got some nerve lady, okay fine war criminal, how do you plan to go on then? Huh? Enlighten us” Again she refrained herself from standing and striking any of them, the mess all just watching it all unfold.

“It is simple. I will never forgive myself. Accept it. I hurt others, many others, that cannot be undone. I will never find personal retribution, but the N/UN felt my life does not have to end. That which is right, just and true can still prevail. If you do not fight for what you believe in all may be lost for everyone else. But I do not fight for myself, I fight for others, others that may be saved through my effort. That is the least I can do.” She finished before standing up, she had lost her appetite, speaking of a part of her past made the woman shake, she was pissed, that much was evident. “Now if you bloody excuse me, I have lost my Appetite.”

Freyja ended up storming out of the mess hall, she was not upset from what the men did, she deserved it, but it angered her so to the point she felt she was forced to defend herself for the things she had done and in front of others also, maybe she should have expected it, it was only matter of time before something reared its ugly head, just so happened to be on her first assignment. She had made it to where the female dorms were assigned for her squadron, momentarily pacing back and forth around her bed. She rubs her temples for brief moment before rubbing under her eyes, without realizing it in her anger a tear was shed and so hid that evidence pronto. Suddenly there was a loud thud from the room as Freyja punched a nearby locker door denting it.