Esailia

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

Kat tilted Twilight slightly, so she could look at Scott through their windshields as she said "You think they wanna tangle with two jets after seeing us tear through their forces on all fronts? I'm saving the rest of my SUUs' ammo for the choppers." She saluted cockily before tapping her airbrakes, letting Twilight fall back a bit from Scott's wing. She was fully aware of her weapon's lack of accuracy, but she wasn't going to be at sniping range, and it wasn't like she was an escort to Scott anyway... "Last time I'm gonna tell you, freak!" Raymond was yelling at her "Keep that slow wreak of a plane outta my way or I'll take you down myself!" "Yeah? I wanna see that fat hunk of metal you call an aircraft make anything resembling a turn to do it!" Kat shot back through her headset. It was only a training exercise in escorting a cargo plane, but this pilot was riding on the fumes of Kat's patience. What did he want? A kissass girl who fell to his every whim? Last she checked she was paid outside the payroll of whatever company this guy was working with. She was literally only there for the money to train this jerk in working with his escorts. Which, she had heard down the grapevine, is because he was hated by every last one of his peers. "Now shut it and fly, or I WILL fail you!" The feline pilot warned, falling back from the plane's head to watch from above... The memory came out of no where, and it made Kat chuckle. She had indeed failed the man, since he nearly crashed his aircraft into her multiple times with sudden tilts of his plane. She shook her head as she fell in with Scott for the second run on the enemy forces. God she had a terrible record in keeping her head in the game.

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

I was intending to post after my dental appointment...but that turned into an aching jaw and a headache. I'm hoping to get my post up tomorrow, guys. __________________________________________________________________________________ My creativity drained out of me half way through that post. My apologies. Also, I know its a bit random with the flashback. I write these things on intuition. *Shrugs*

The Experiment

I wanted to explain the reason for my no longer wishing to participate in The Experiment. I understand everyone has their own level of roleplay skills, as well as time to make posts. I am also aware that sometimes it's a bit repetitive at times. I started roleplaying on WoW over four years ago now, and I still feel like my roleplay skill is not the best. I have certain standards when I am here in the casual section of RPG. Call me 'elitist', call me picky, I tried my hardest to ignore my peeves in order to work with what was given to me, to cooperate and give all possible allowances in order to be fair, while putting everything into my posts. But when I constantly get two sentences, or nothing at all, to detailed posts...It just became a chore rather than enjoyment for me. What I enjoy is when I have engaging reactions to my posts, and not just a response or comment. I will be working with Katherin to gently disengage Rendyl from the story. I will not just abandon it as it is right now and leave you all in an awkward position. While I no longer wish to participate, I don't want to be the cause of this RP dying.

The Experiment

Still here and still waiting. I've already got a pending post to be responded to.

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

Kat flicked her safeties, making sure her load was hot and ready to serve. "Copy, Heartbreak, Kat's moving to position." She called, tugging her stick to the left into a banking turn to realign herself properly, her eye fluttering from her panel to the sky and sea in front of her. "Alright, babygirl, you ready for this?" The feline pilot asked her plane, clearly not waiting for a response. It was something she found comforting to think about, that her plane was able to hear and respond to her. Many people do this to many different objects, of course, so Kat didn't feel the fool for feeling the same. Checking once again for the status on her weapons, she took stock of what she had, and what targets she'd use what on. The Rockeyes would most likely be used on the BHTs, since they were the largest things she was going to be running into on the sea. Her Mavericks were going to be released on the AAVs, naturally. Those things were literal tanks. Lastly, her SUUs as she likes to call her SUU-23 gunpods, were going to be saved for the helicopters, if she got the chance. Kat knew gunpods were not known for accuracy, but she didn't want to use her rotary on helis when it might be needed to peel enemy aircraft off friendlies. An empty nose gun meant she was useless to stop aircraft. All this went through her head in a few seconds, having flown Twilight before in such situations. She only had this specific loadout due to her near worthless dogfighting skills. It wasn't something she was proud of, but at least many other pilots preferred heat seeking or conventional bombs, thus giving her favorite weapons a more unique position to fill... Kat righted Twilight as she sighted the incoming amphibious forces approaching the island. "Kat's going in for a strafing run!" She reported over the radio a moment before she dipped her Thunderbolt into a dive. Tapping her airbrakes, she released her Rockeyes once she was lined up with a pair of BHTs. She didn't wait for contact while at the same time giving them a good half second of the SUUs. Tilting upwards slightly to align the Mavs to the assault vehicles, she let loose with those a second before pulling up from her dive and zwooshing the water a few meters from the surface, banking to the right and up at a diagonal from the enemy ground force. It usually helped keep AA off her tail when she was moving diagonally and up from where they were firing, makign her a very hard target to get a bead on. "Kat's done with her strafe! Preparing to meet up for the second run." She reported, and she noticed suddenly she was breathing a bit heavily. She took her head slightly, blinking her eyes. Adreniline. Nothing to worry about. She thought to herself as she busied with double checking her instruments and banking high in the air to fall in with Scott.

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

Working on my post meow Heh....I like how when I looking for links to the weapons I'm including in my post, I find quite a few images of the Thunderbolt II. Many of these weapons weren't made just for that aircraft as far as I'm aware. XD

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

I iz back! Interwebz went down, only got it back up tonight. ^_^

The Experiment

Rendyl had kept her tight, protective grip on Twilight as she nodded quickly with Flippy's statement. Anything to make him less angry at her. She didn't budge an inch after he moved off. She was watching the boy carefully for any sign of further aggression before slowly turning her attention towards Cassie, listening to what she was saying. Blinking a few times, she slowly unclenched her muscles, forcing herself to relax them as she responded, allowing both the teens in the room to hear her. ~I am Rendyl. I was here about the same time you were. But I was kept separate at the request of Vlad. We've not much time to converse, so may we put a hold on sharing history till after the test has concluded?~ Slipping off the white bed, still clutching her kitten, she approached Cassie, motioning towards the door ~I've not left this room much at all. You know your way better than I. Let us save the boy.~ She sent, awaiting to be led from her gilded cage by her new companions.

The Experiment

Sorry all. My net went down and was unable to get it back up till tonight.

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

Oh, much! Also, PM count has been altered to only track NEW PMs. SO MUCH BETTAH!!