MachineSoul

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

I'm kinda' waiting for other people's input so that I can have something to interact with, since Aidan's already there and listening

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

So, I'm a bit late, but it is up.

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

The engagement was under control in Dmitry's perspective, he's got the attention of the two fighters on the big fat Sukhoi flipping in the air like a thin sheet of rice paper. But it seemed that its famous high maneuverability would be soon put to test as the on-board missile alert blared inside the cockpit, Dmitry's first instinct was to release a salvo of flares to ward off the incoming missile; suspecting that it wouldn't be enough to shake off the fox tailing his jet, he pulled the stick hard and tensed his whole body as his fighter plane lowered its nose to plunge towards the waters below, followed by a hard pull to level with the sea once again, coming dangerously close to a stall. The pilot felt the forces push him hard, blood pouring into his brain to the point that he felt a slight headache building quickly somewhere behind his eyes. The G's weren't enough to have him hiccup for air, but he definitely felt a fat elephant comfortably sitting in his lap during the maneuver. He determined the success of his dodging attempt by acknowledging that he was still alive, only noticing the absence of the alarm afterwards; the ordeal was yet to be finished, he still had to fight off two modern MiG's, maybe score another kill. He realized that he was under his enemy at that point, a very dangerous place to be should the one jet still following him decide to open cannon fire on his expensive fighter ass. He waited no more and pulled diagonally in order to bank to the left and ascend at the same time; he shot his head upwards to try and find who was chasing him and as soon as he realized that one of the MiG's went after Charnel, Dmitry decided to take a potshot at his own target then try to intervene in the other dogfight. He kept his bearing enough to give time to his tail to catch up to him and once he was sure that the bandit was nearby, he killed the thrust in an instant and pushed the nose of the jet down for a few seconds, then pulled back up to align with the passing fighter; he only needed a few more seconds to properly center and match the reticles and unleash his fury. "Guns, guns, guns." He announced through the comms as he closely tailed the fighter. Then began a quick fight for supremacy, Dmitry doing his best to keep himself locked at the hind of the fighter until he had a clear lock-on tone. "Fox-three, fox-three!" With the squeeze of a button, a white dart shot from the side, leaving a contrail as it started cruising towards the target. He let the AA-12 Adder annoy the fighter and disengaged, not being too confident that it would actually hit its mark, but it would at least keep the bandit busy for enough time for him to engage the MiG chasing Charnel. Dmitry readjusted the direction of his aircraft and darted towards his colleague and as soon as he spotted the two, he immediately fell in to catch the fighter from a sweet angle and rain hell on them. "Charnel, be advised, I am hitting your bandit, careful on your fox and guns." Dmitry carefully watched the movement of his fellow Knight to determine when to jump the MiG and once the occasion arrived, he quickly banked and rolled to keep his nose pointed at the assailant and began the harassment. "Guns." He curtly announced every time he managed to get a lock on their target, having to loop a few times to catch a few more opportunities of engagement; he still didn't know if the other fighter was still in the air, so he remained fully alert and ready to counteract.

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

Post is on it's way, it'll be up tonight

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

Hmm, I should really get a post up

@Silverwind Blade

You'd better! It's been way over a week now, the GM will surely target you for elimination! Oh wait.

The search for a protagonist

Edited the main post!

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

Once given the orders, Dmitry nodded to himself and banked away from the Intruder's bearings to circle around and search for the other attack helicopters. They were later ID'd, which made him consider the possibility of being hit by one of their air-to-air missiles; sure, he had flares and his skill to dodge his death, but he still had to conserve his munitions and energy for when the fighters and bombers eventually return to the engagement. There was another fighter out to help repel the airborne enemy vehicles, codename Charnel; he looked for it a while until he saw the Panavia Tornado, the jet fighter he quickly recognized from seeing it a few times before. Initially, he didn't feel like communicating with him since he was pretty sure that he could handle himself well, but thinking twice, it would be better if he could at least announce his intentions to avoid any blue-on-blue incidents. "Charnel, you copy? This's Stalin. I'll engage one of the Panthers and Ka's, the transporters can carry a maximum of 10 grunts. Way too many guests, too little food and drinks, da?" After that, he felt a little awkward for some reason. The thought nagged him somewhere in the back of his mind while he maneuvered his jet in air to catch up with the rest of the choppers. This time he was descending upon them from their right side to avoid flying at low altitudes that close to base. As he was approaching them, he let the computer on board do some calculations and come with a solution to engage the targets with maximum precision without resorting to his precious rockets or missiles; a target vector came up on the screen that was slowly moving away and in front of the Panther Dmitry decided to take out, so he rolled at a seventeen degree angle to the right and to match the jet's own level indicator with the target prograde vector, he pressed his boot against the pedal and pulled the control stick back to yaw and pitch until he hit the sweet spot. "Guns." He quickly muttered, instantly squeezing a trigger under his index distal phalange to release a healthy 30mm burst from the internal gun, the lives of eleven or twelve men at the complete mercy of aerodynamics, bullet flight path and a Ukrainian's rather nonchalant gesture. He never took a moment to properly reflect over what he was actually doing, never attempting to dissect the situation and try to put himself in his own victim's position; like most, he copped out by dismissing his targets for people who chose this kind of a lethal life and career, he himself was in as much danger as any of them. And danger finally arrived. The Ka's didn't quite got the chance to react to the assault as a couple of more able enemies dive down upon Dmitry's Su-35 and Marciano's Tornado. As soon as the computer alerted the pilot of an imminent lock-on, he growled under his breath in frustration and switched the Khibiny-M countermeasures on for a brief amount of time in order to focus on a maneuver to pull out of the chopper engagement and quickly get into a dogfight; he used everything, ailerons, flaps, lifters and the thrust-vectoring capability of the engines to pull up and meet the descending MiG's halfway. He didn't have the chance to try to fire at any of them, but as the two jets were forced to pull up and prevent from crashing into the water, Dmitry then gained altitude advantage over the two fighters after he rolled and leveled with the ground. "Charnel, I'll chase and keep 'em bitches busy, hit 'em when you have a clear shot! Oh- be a good man and tell me when you fire foxes on 'em, oke?" But the MiG's were smart. They quickly reacted to the situation, cancelling Dmitry's attack window; forced to give up on his advantage, the Ukrainian started to chase and shake the bandits around him. Forces pushed, pulled and yanked at his body, but he remained undeterred, kept his focus and his patience unbroken. "Knight One, this is Stalin, Charnel and I've been engaged by bandits, two MiG's, state of the art."

The search for a protagonist

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The search for a protagonist

Greetings and thank you for your attention! I'd like to present to you, dearest reader, a few suggestions that might/might not interest you. But before doing so, we must both make sure we put out our terms and see if we both agree on them in order to avoid any misunderstandings and inconveniences in the near future. Shall we? Here are some of the points that I'm going to put out. They may look stern on the outside, but believe me, I'm doing this for everyone's good:

• I am a twenty-two years old male, thus, I expect my partner(s) to be eighteen minimum.
• That does not imply that the roleplays will be 18+. Maybe there will be mature points within the stories, but nothing excessive that would require us to move the roleplay to PMs. This leads to the next point, that is
• No smut or excessive violence. Not that I don't like spilling guts or a hot piece of cake, but I find both of these examples unnecessary in what I intend to do. They can sometimes ruin, otherwise, good moments. Anything in excess leads to bad outcomes.
• I am a human being with an active real life so while I may be online most of the time because I like keeping my browser with an RPGuild tab open almost all the time, doesn't mean I am necessarily there. My replies may be delayed due to various factors, so, I completely understand if you should suffer the same. A warning would still be nice though.
• About warnings, do tell me when you grow bored of the story so we can either end it there or completely change its the direction. I will not be mad because I know the feeling that you are going through
• Be literate. I am not a grammar/spelling fascist because I also make mistakes and because I am very aware that you are a human being too. Unless you are a cat. That would be an interesting twist.
• Creativity is a huge, fat plus in my book. If you can engage me as a writer with a flexible, open mind, I will have a lot more substance to work with and help create a story worth playing and reading
• If I really have to ask you to not write just one paragraph per post, this isn't your place. That basically means:
• Everything here may range from mid-Casual to Advanced, or even Writing Entire Fucking Novels, I'm flexible when it comes to complexity, but it all depends on what you can offer me. Sure, I have my worlds set up, but you're here to complete it by becoming one of the main characters/THE main character. Quality over quantity is good, yes, but quality AND quantity is most excellent.
• Have fun while at it! If this becomes a chore because you feel obligated to change your style, whether if it is about the length of the post, the complexity of the action or any other reason, if you feel things have become tedious, announce me. I know this is in the middle of the paragraph, but I want to make sure you are thoroughly reading my guidelines. If you see this, add your favorite animal in your private message to me, because I will completely ignore posts on this thread to avoid lazy players. Great, now, keep reading. Things HAVE to be fun, otherwise we'd might as well just write our own stuff separately
• Male, female or other genders, are all welcome here!
• If there's really going to be romance here, like I mentioned before, it must be tasteful. ROmance, not INSTAmance. Also, unfortunately, I must disappoint you that the romance will have to be MxF in nature since I'm not good with writing MxM or FxF. I am really sorry about that, I have nothing against it, but I'd rather not ruin something good with my inexperience.
• I have a switch for you, called "furrify". That means, at your wish, I will switch all of the characters within the stories in furry/anthropomorphic characters. Why would I have such a switch? I can be called a furry fan, maybe, but to me it is all about giving a slight twist to the story. With them being furries, you may outline their personality types that may be subject to change as the story progresses, it would be interesting to see. That and, well, humans are starting to bore me. When you contact me, do write "fuzball" somewhere for me to know if you wish to see furries instead of humans

Whew! With those out of the way, I believe we can go ahead and study the plots I have cooked up. For now, they might not be too many, but they would be large enough to consume time and brain effort. So, without further ado, here they are.

Nascent

A near-future setting with early sci-fi elements, human psychology, adventure and action. The human being is finally taking its first steps out of its cradle and away from mother Earth. Space travel is still in its early stages of evolution, but it has finally become accessible to most of the social classes of the globe; what started as a lone mission funded by the government, private space companies have taken the reins and guided the ascent to the stars with rapid steps, to the point that the planet's own pothole-riddled moon houses tens of colonies from different companies. Technology is still relatively rudimentary, artificial gravity is still a distant science fiction notion, as well as FTL and interstellar travel. With this leap towards new boundaries and exploration, one would think that the human kind would finally come to realize how insignificant, yet, important they are in the universe and end conflict as a defining word of the race. Once again, humans have proven their ill nature and took conflicts to the next frontier: space. Territories on the moon are avidly disputed not only between countries, but also between the private space corporations, so much that several lunar fights have erupted. It was a world-wide tragedy to mark the first human deaths off Earth, the first suspended drops of blood spilled on the lunar surface or lost in orbit. In the aftermath, private space companies took the next step towards securing their dominance over their territories by arming their ships with conventional, electronic and experimental weaponry. Soon, the most powerful space companies have turned into private military corporations, militarizing all personnel and space/aircrafts. A very sad outcome, but a necessary one to prevent further clashes. Today, PlanZero Corp. are preparing to claim another lunar crater for scientific research and further social development by constructing the next modular components to be landed on the lunar surface and is in need to transfer one of the Donovan-Klaus guided missile destroyers from LEO (low Earth orbit) to LLO (low Lunar orbit) to provide protection over the incoming modules, but before doing so, the ship needs refueling and a much needed personnel change to become combat-effective. Even if the waters have finally settled, one could not really sleep in their beds on the Moon or on board any ship without worrying about an imminent strike from either a rival company, or a rival state eyeing the very same landing site. Reinforcements would be sent in some time, but in space, time becomes a very dangerous notion.

Hard RE:Set

Time, like the other three dimensions, is a relative notion within the cosmic weaving of this existence. Humans were born to perceive four dimensions, but were able to manipulate only three of them; time ties down this organic being and forces them towards a single perceived direction, "forwards". But, once a selected few people have discovered the primer, the catalyst towards unleashing the true potential of time manipulation, the very existence of the human race had become a very fragile thing. The first few interactions, with all the needed calculations, ended either in self-contained fail-safe loops to preserve the stability of the massive time-frame humans are contained within, or it ended in a permanent change of history that lead to a separate branch of time. In the beginning, some abused the power to manipulate the world by "Planting" or "Extracting" certain elements in specific time frames for various results until the power of creating branching temporal universes had been completely harnessed and once it's potential had been tapped, the experiments have stopped there to prevent a world-changing catastrophe. Should one of the branching temporal universes be stable enough to self-contain, it would collide with the known universe called Eden and either eliminate the new world, eliminate Eden, merge together or reset time to a stable point in time, probably before the cause of the time rift came to existence, humans. The general population is still oblivious towards the dangers of manipulating things they were never really supposed to so early, but a single company gathered agents capable of understanding the hazards and mostly unforeseeable consequences of jumping through time and unstable branching universes. Their duty now is to hunt anyone intending to inflict damage and prevent disasters from happening, maybe even preventing the evil-doer from existing through complex operations by performing jumps in time-frames and sabotage certain events leading to the either the existence of the target or the event triggered by the target.

More to come soon! :)

If you are also reading this, I really like your perseverance. By now, I think you have noticed that I kind of love throwing deceiving little details in what I write, so, if you're also a fan of such things, please surprise me;3

If you also have any plots that you believe they would interest me, go ahead! I like science fiction a lot, good thrillers, mind-bending twists and situations, heck, I may even like a small bite at a fantasy setting. NO FANDOMS. Keep stories original, I dislike spin-offs and see no purpose in them. If you feel that you are interested, please do contact me to sort the details out!

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

Will most surely post tomorrow, that's a promise. Edit: Yip.