HopelessIncubus

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

"All right, people!" she called out loud to the squadron. "You're done here; chief Grayson's team can handle the rest. We've given them the leg-up they needed. Fall out; head to the Mess Hall and grab yourselves some chow. Then you're all on crew rest until we come outta the jump. Get moving, folks".

"Yes Ma'am." Nick said, before thanking his tech crew for all their hard work. "I promise, ill do my best to keep her under 55, only use premium, and no showing off." Earning a few smirks and a groan from the lead tech, he turned and headed down the halls to the mess hall, glanced towards Gurjan as he left, frowning in contemplation.

following the crowd heading towards mess, he stood in line, as they filed in, and waited even more as fellow shipmates awkwardly flip-flopped over choices. "several Thousand years, and mess halls are the same as they were in the stone ages." Nick muttered, receiving a dark glance from the indecisive folk, and several chuckles behind him. Grabbing some dark oat bread, and some other essentials, he found a relatively empty table and assembled his master crafted sandwich.

molasses oat bread with black forest ham, cheddar cheese, pickles and mustard, a simple, but easy to ruin sandwich.

it was short lived.

having finished his meal, he managed to unpack, shower, and dress down into a more comfortable T-shirt, and cargos before returning to the mess to find a oil slicked and famished Gurjan. Grabbing two bottles of water, he wandered over to his area, and took a seat across from him, passing a bottle to Gurjan.

"well, I admire your dedication to orders, but I do believe the colonel would understand if you took a shower first." he said, drinking from his own, then diving headfirst into what was bothering him.

"so... what was all that about in the hanger?"

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sorry, helped move some friends this weekend, ill get a post up tomarow. I don't have it in me tonight. nick will chat with gurjan.

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that sounds accurate on my side.

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@Silverwind Blade

Man silver, the bushes outside your flat are roomy, might want to trim them down a bit.

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Love the cheat sheet, makes things a little clearer.

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Nick was wrestling with a particularly difficult calibration set with his tech crew’s assistance, attempting to match his eye movements to the cannons as he heard the ungodly racket. A cascade of tools and angry yells causing Nick to remove his helmet and slide down the side of his fighter. This, while a boring sit and wait period, should not have this much tension. Likely it was nerves about the first possible engagement getting to the crew, maybe a planet born anxious about all the metal and lack of trees. In either case, it could not stand.

Flexing his hands, he motioned to the techs that he would be back, as he looked towards the Isorlai and the terran as Gurjan berated the woman. While he would admit that most Isorlai had hot streaks and were temperamental, this was not acceptable. Walking forward he ran through his list of options. It was likely not his place to do anything, but nick had a history of walking the fine line of "rules and Regs"

He could back up Nyx, and tell him to back off, hoping it didn't escalate.
Or,
He could cut to the chase and strike him, but that could get him sent to the brig, which would be fine, if it wasn't for the possibility their drop out of hyperspace would be into an ambush.

What he could not do was ignore this, it just wasn't in him to look away.

Fortunately, the colonel was on Gurjan before Nick could take ten steps, her stance and aura dissipating technicians and floor crew without a word or gesture. It was her eyes that did it, the face was a mask of disappointment, but the eyes betrayed her true emotions. The glare demanded that this be dealt with quickly, and if it came to blows, would end brutally.

"Lieutenant Wallon, Please explain to me why in the coldest pit, you are kicking Chief Grayson's tools around the hangar deck, and why Lieutenant Miles is currently hiding in the Head. And I want the truth, mister. No bullshit; we seriously do not have time right now."
Nick knew that tone, visibly relaxing as Erien waited with all the authority as if she wielded the sword of Damocles herself. Confident that the colonel was in control, he backed quietly away, and continued to watch as Gurjan attempted to make himself as puddle like as possible before the C.O.

Nick felt small bit of contempt for Gurjan, marking him as a kind of bully. Having been bullied enough for being a spacer Isorlai, and therefore “tamed” or “soft” as a child, Nick despised bullies, and the fact that Gurjan shrunk immediately before the Colonel made it worse. It also marked him as a coward. After silently observing a few moments, making sure he wouldn’t need to break up a brawl, Nick returned to his fighter.

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Nick slept in a corner of the transport, wobbling gently as it made micro corrections as it neared the vehicle bay. The barely audible hum, and vibration of the ships engines acting as a welcome lullaby to the Isorlai spacer, promising safety and warmth with its constant presence. as the crew made ready to disembark, he grumbled and tucked deeper into his section, the dark uniform assisting in making the his curled form look much like an extra pile of gear, if one ignored a peek of ears and tail amid the lumps.

It wasn't until a while later that one of the people unloading the ship noticed him, and his gear in the overhead that they roused him.

"hey, don't you have some place to be? captain is gonna be pissed if you don't show up" the gruff terran said, shakeing Nick. This earned a miffed growl as Nick uncurled and sat up.

"one should not poke at sleeping Isorlai if they do not know them." Nick grumbled as he looked around. "good way to loose a hand." It was a warning, not a threat, that unfortunately held some truth with his kind.

"Isorlai should not sleep through the mandatory meet and greet with their superior officer." the crewman countered as he gathered the random equipment forgotten by the crew as Nick's mind finnaly cleared.

"there's that too." he said, quickly gathering his gear and slinking from the shuttle. after briefly talking to some of the other mechanics, he figured that his C.O. would most likely be showing the crew to their quarters. Mentally berating himself for sleeping through a landing, he set out at a decent lope, folloing the path given to him. a few moments later, he slowed to a stop, did his best to regain his composure, and stepped around the doorframe and into the room.

the overall scene was not a common on to nick, the C.O., which he had to guess was the female Isorlai lounging on the couch, based on her uniform, and general ease amidst the rush of pilots towing gear. Normally officers at this point would be impatient, and demanding that they fall in in 30. enough time to throw bags in lockers, arrange personal effects, and run into a rough formation. this was not the usual, and nick was uncertain. despite this, there was an introduction, and apology to make, and the sooner the better.

pounding three times on the doorframe and standing at attention, before saying calm voice, load enough to carry into the room. "Nicholas Cavernmaw, reporting to 'Wylde Fyre' Squadron as ordered." he paused a moment before addressing the colonel. "Colonel Bellioch, mam I apologies for my late appearance. I slept through muster, and apparently got passed of as a duffle bag, gave the unloading crew a bit of a scare."

unfortunately at that time the PA system keyed up, and changed the atmosphere, quickly stowing his gear in a free room, he returned and faced the monitor. in short, they had 14 hours to set up, shake down, eat, and sleep. following the colonel, the group eventually made their way to the hanger, and set to get their craft squared away.

Nick faced his craft, nodding to his crew chief, and listened as the male terran walked through what the craft had done to it after being uncrated. in the last few hours, they hade snaked all the wiring, and restrung it. the left engine had been swapped out, and every last moving piece had been greased and tweaked within an inch of its life. overall it was as factory new as possible. shaking his crew chiefs hand he thanked him for his groups work, and leapt up onto the ladder, peering into the cockpit looking for anything wrong, before climbing in. once seated, he strapped himself in adjusting things where he could, and requesting assistance when he couldn't. It took awhile, but without his pilot suit, it was as close as it could get, a short second adjustment and he'd be good to go.

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sorry to just randomly pop up with a char without prior notice to everyone, but sometimes things just work out that way.

also, was not stalking the thread....

at all.

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Character Name: Nicholas “shade” Cavernmaw
Age: 25
Race: Isorlai
Homeworld: Space born, Scapus
Appearance: https://36.media.tumblr.com/923788c181b223c80c246d84ea708e3c/tumblr_n6quiwEUp51sefjsro1_500.jpg

Personal History: Born aboard a merchant vessel, and constantly traveling, nick never really knew a home world, the closest thing was his family’s main trade hub, Scapus. His parents, worried for bone atrophy, kept him planeside as much as they could, and actively training when he couldn’t. Acting as an extra ship hand since he could follow his parents, he gained a keen special awareness, the ability to mingle with vastly differentiated groups, and a love for the last frontier. Despite being mobile, his schooling didn’t really suffer, and while he isn’t a math major, nor scholar, he knows enough to get by. His interest in DefCom came after reports of colony’s going silent, and ships going dark after jumps. Initially just curiosity, it wasn’t until a rival trade ship returned from a jump with punctures and rents that it all sunk home. You don’t blast clear through the cargo bay to pillage it. Something was very wrong.
A few years later, nick was enlisted and training. Scoring high both intellectually and physically, nick chose to apply for service space side, but first had to complete basic training. During basic, nick showed high promise in evasion and infiltration, becoming one of the best scouts in his group. By utilizing his predatory instincts, and a few tricks, Nick was able to avoid detection, and became one of the few ever to steal the drill instructor’s campaign cover and whistle during his time as a recruit. That event earned him the nickname “shade”, and a week of dawn and dusk perimeter runs, though to be honest, falling in wearing the hat, and blowing a whistle may not have been the best plan. However, during this training, Nick was involved in a training incident, which landed his sparring partner in the ICU for a week. Having failed a grapple, nick accidently slashed the recruit’s brachial artery. While he did help keep the pressure and stabilize the wound, the other recruits distanced themselves from him and rumors that it was a bloodlust event permeated the base.
This lead to a subconscious paranoia that he might injure smaller teammates, and his focus on proving himself capable of piloting space craft. His early life as a merchant kid helped a lot with low or non-gravity engagements, and plotting courses was second nature. It took all the instructors had to stump him, and his only real problem came from actually piloting the spacecraft. Used to lumbering cargo ships, the high maneuverability fighter craft had him darting to and fro before he finally reigned it in and began to shine. In a years’ time he went from student flier, to more than capable pilot, preferring to hit and run tactics then dogfights.
His training completed, and fully enlisted into DefCom, he found himself joining the crew of the Wylde Fyre squadron

Personality: Perfectly fine to remain quiet, and observe, he is the first one to jump in during a crisis. While he does generally trust most people, those that have earned his friendship will rarely find such loyalty elsewhere. More likely found in fatigue pants and a t-shirt then his uniform

Gear and Equipment:
Standard issue pilot suit.
M54 Carbine, with IR laser, silencer, and midrange scope.
M8 Combat Pistol, with silencer.
M47 and M36 Tactical Blades.
x2 Flashbangs
x2 Smoke Grenades

Character Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gz2GVlQkn4Q

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As the Claw slowed to a stop mike stood and piled his gear onto one of the flatbeds marked for personal gear before joining the others. It seemed odd that his entire life resided inside of two bags, and he forced that out of his mind. Landen was in the middle of a shit storm and some how it was up to the Roughriders to dive in and do the lions share of the work.

who is sam hell thinks im capable of this? mike asked himself as he looked at the passing land slow to a crawl, and then the dust catch up before billowing past them. Several people hailed them they approached and entered the claw, one claiming herself to be their trainer, but neglecting to exchange her name. Though she tried to act relaxed and seem to match blades lack of ceremony, something seemed off. Much like when he met Kellia, mike felt his nape ruffle.

balanced stance, deliberate movements, the restless eyes. mike didn't know exactly, but if he had to guess, she was near the nameless tiers of operatives. Note to self, DO NOT piss off the cat! mike thought to himself as he listened to the conversation

Dominic seemed unsure, but determined, mike couldn't hold anything against him. Sure, he would have preferred some older experienced pilots, but mike wasn't very old or experienced himself.

Hongli Lang, mike wasn't sure about the wolf, but he supposed he would find out tis next week or so.

Claudia gave mike the same type of vibe as the nameless cat, thankfully both were on the same side as he was. there were enough cyber ninja bastards after the roughriders as is.

Mike eyed the badger, normally they ran the gambit between vicious bastards, and moderately irate individuals, but what species didn't? this would be an interesting team for sure though.

A small fox near the back didn't escape mikes notice either, the small canid following behind the badger as if he was an icebreaker.

Truth be told, they all seemed off, and because of that, mike liked them. In his life he found two things to hold true, Misfits are good people, and they are bound to surprise you.

"Nawlin, Vega, Lang and Sergios. Mount up in your GEARs, you'll be assisting the weapons and ord teams with down-loading the Claws' VLS munitions and the ammo for her main batteries. A delicate touch will be required at all times, of course, an' I'm sure yer capable fer the task." Blade said.

"Yes Sir." mike said waiting for blade to finish before looking for his crewmates. when a gruff voice cut through the bay

"Let’s go show the munitions grubs what fun they’ll be missing, showing off our big muscles and how fire and control exercises can be used to master the art of shuffling around cans of tuna.” the badger hollered.

"Ammo group, lets mount up and start moving bullets, And remember. If the tuna team gets to uppity, just start juggling the mortar crates!" mike called before turning to jog to his GEAR. stopping to face the team, he briefly held his palms up.
"DO NOT ACTUALLY JUGGLE THE AMMO!" he yelled before climbing aboard his gear and booting up the systems.

<anyway, the names mike to you new arrivals, sorry for the lack of a formal greeting, but we got to clean out the ship. glad to have you on the team and I look forward to meeting up with you all later.> mike said as Prowler finally came to life. the claxon for his bay sounded and the GEAR walked carefully into the main floor.

<prowler to magazine crew, ready to transport munitions, what goes first?>