HopelessIncubus

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

Nick tensed up, and forced his helmeted head into its rest, his neck beginning to cramp. Better cramped then coldcocked at launch. he thought to himself as he waited for what would momentarily feel like a full body coronary.

<Launch!> came the all powerful voice, and mike felt like the gods themselves bitch slapped him into next week, before it just as suddenly faded.

<Okay folks, tighten up into formation. Let's make this look good, since we're the first ones out here.>

"Christ" mike hissed rubbing his collarbone before forming up. "Six here, falling in formation" Cutting back from the launch trajectory, Nick swung back towards Erien, and the rest, taking his position in the 'V'. staying like that, they quickly closed in on their charge, the colonel making contact.

<All right, boys and girls. Split into two groups; Hel'Kayik and Cavernmaw, you're together. Keep your eyes peeled, everyone. We know there's something weird going on out here.> Nick looked around, his HUDD tagging the Sabers as he looked over them. Finding number two, he broke off and paired up.

"hey there two." mike said, waving to him, before adjusting his flight to a stable cruise. during their excursion, Nick too some moments to pull his PADD out and take a few pictures of the planet, he had just gotten a good one of the Claymore, when a blip on his HUDD, and the Colonel broke the serenity.

<Eagle Eye, this is Wylde Fyre Lead. We have multiple inbound contacts, unknown origin and intentions. All Wylde Fyre units, stand to - looks like we have company. Miles, with me. Hel'Kayik, Cavernmaw, take spacing and follow us in. If they jump, stand by to jump back. The rest of you, keep that Claymore safe. This might be a decoy!>

"Six here, copy lead. will follow in 3" Nick said looking at Elik. " 3...2...1, lets go Two" he said, firing thrusters to half and following suit, ready to arm at a moments notice. keeping things defensive, he watched as the opposing fighters broke off and sent a missile at the colonel.

<All craft, craft are bandits, inbound and hot! Light 'em up!> mike grimaced as he watched the Saber spiral chaff and flares through space.

"understood, moving to engage!, Two, lets go!" he looked over as a wash of magnesium light flared over him, Elik braking off hard.

<I've got one on my tail!>

"Six is on the way Two, keep dodging!" Nick said as he threw the engines to full and banked after him. As the bulkier fighter pulled into view Nick flipped the cover off the trigger, his HUDD filling spaces with a visual representation of his load out. Scrolling around he highlighted a panel of air-air missiles and carefully traced the fighter with the targeting reticle.

"come on, come on, wiggle down a bit..." he muttered as he glanced at his radar, firing a missile as the lock-on tone went of.

"Six, fox one" he called out, as he balanced between keeping lock, and watching his radar. "break off you bandit piece of-" he muttered to himself, hoping the heat would make him peel off of Elik. finally, the bandit fired his own countermeasures, and mike broke off to follow.

"Two, he broke off, watch out for his friend." Nick said as he cut off the previous munition, leaving it to fly harmlessly into the distance. Weaving after the fighter, he switched to guns, stabbing the space in front of the enemy pilot as it wobbled uncertainly through the rail gun fire.

FRAMEs: Chapter II [Reboot] (Mech combat, politics & corporate intrigue)

Hey, hello new FRAME folk, sorry, I have said hello sooner, and got a Char up, but this weekend was mostly spent at the hospital with family. everybuddy is fine, but it has postponed me.

nice to meet you all, and ill get something up soon.

Also, I love 08th and the EZ-8, all logic and no super weapons. I feel like im in good company.

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

no I read that, but read it as if silver was "one" not "lead"

in short, I did not brain effectively.

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

well crap,i really don't care what my number is, but if you want we can edit them back.

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

Nick nursed the caffeine laden nectar between bites of bacon and eggs. As the Coffee entered his system, he began to perk up, steadily fighting gravity and out of his slouch.

"This is Lieutenant Mallory" the colonel said pointing out a new addition to their force, Nick nodded to the pilot, resisting an AA style greeting.

Continuing the debriefing, their group would provide close support for the slower craft as they scanned the area. secondly, if enemies were present, they would break off in twos and defend the main ship. Simple mission parameters, beers buy sundown.
"Unless...things go all to hell out there, and we end up in a pitched battle."

Nick grinned sadly. "not much wood to knock on in this ship mam."

Thankfully the squad would have the lightweight, and tactical advantage with newer craft, knowing the enemy had not only heavier armor, but heavier guns made him wary. In space, mass wasn't as hard to maneuver then in air, so they would have to play their strengths all the more.

"That's all. We launch in a shade under ninety minutes. I'll meet you all in the hangar bay to mount up for pre-flight checks. Any questions, ask away or get me on my toggle. Dismissed".

"Aye Aye, Colonel" mike said, much livelier then a few minuets before. Setting off to get flight ready, amassing and storing his gear. strapping on his sidearm, close quarters weaponry, water bladder, and stuffing various survival items in their designated pockets. He already felt weighted, and bulky, but this was only the first stage. Compressing and fitting his suit closer to his body with belts, he got assistance applying further equipment. Spare personal O2 tank in case the hull breached, and padding to make a hockey goalie jealous.

resuming his usual self, Nick moon hopped into the flight deck. stopping in front of his fighter and sobering himself, he chatted with the lead tech, and began the final assembly. climbing up the short ladder was less then graceful as bulky as he was now. Nick felt a bit useless as the practiced techs strapped him in tight, a task that the bulky padding made rather difficult. A final fit and flight check showed all systems green. as alarms blared, the techs bailed off the fighter and staged for the drop, the after images in nicks vision slipping back together and smoothing everything back to normalcy.

returning to the fighter, they closed the canopy, and he checked the pressure in the cabin, exchanging a thumbs up, the crew motioned for the launch personnel to load the fighter. with a odd lurch and a swing he never could get used to, the fighter was placed onto the rail.

<Wylde Fyre 7, this is control. You are in launch position, stand by for launch order.">

"Control, this is Wylde Fyre 7, understood, holding for launch." mike replied.

<Wylde Fyre lead to all craft. Stand by for launch, we are on the mission timeline, over!>

"Wylde Fyre 7 to Lead, read you loud and clear, all systems green, just waiting for them to light the way for me, I got lost once." Nick replied, hoping to ease up the stress of their first launch.

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

I got nothing to really post about?...so imma wait?

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

sorry for the late, short post, had to put down my cat luna today.

hidden infection reached her brain, partial paralysis, and inability to eat.

it might take a few days till I can get up steam to do anything decent.

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

"Make of it what you will, but that's my side of the story."
"If that was any more vague it would be painful." Nick sighed as he mulled the response over in my head. Doubting the fact that the colonel would make the issue public, mike would have to check with miles later. "scaring the bejeezus out of her though, isn't likely gonna help." he frowned.

a little while later the ship A.I. perked up, announcing the approaching jump, nervous chat settled throughout the mess hall. Mike got up fro the table.

"no offence, but we ought to leave." Nick said, "Loose tableware isn't good for a jump... our commons furniture is rated for jump right?" he asked, while he headed for the door. Once in the one way hall, he jogged down to his squads commons, preferring to look frantic, then to be plastered onto a bulkhead.

flopping down into an empty chair, he shaked himself loose, and relaxed until the A.I. counted down. Closing his eyes, and gently exhaling, mike made the shift with minimal trouble, compared to his families shipping freighter, this was a breeze. watching as the shadow traces played with his vision, he pulled up his tablet, and checked for messages from his family before hitting his rack.

---------------

In the morning, the grumpy Isorlai rolled out of his bed. Grumbling to himself, he stretched and crawled into his pilot suit. Exiting his room, helmet halfheartedly on his head, he shuffled to the coffee, tracking it more by smell then sight.

"good morning colonel" he muttered with a salute on the way. "imma coffee, food...ready in five mam."

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

well that's a downer....
ill try and get a post up tommarow.

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

hurray for killing the thread?