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OPTEVFOR JDF-1 [Modern Day][Naval][Ship-Based]

OPTEVFOR Joint Divisional Fleet 1

THE OOC IS UP!


(Operational Test and Evaluation Force)

In the interest of joint divisional cooperation within OPTEVFOR, JDF-1 was recently formed to be a total-fleet testbed for ship designs, fleet composition, and tactics for the United States Navy. New ideas, eccentric captains, odd ship designs, and unusual missions are par for the course. So are equipment failures, poor interpersonal and intership discipline, crew nobody else wants, really bad plans, and utterly banal missions. Everything from untested submarines to not-quite-crazy-enough to discharge captains to combat airship test platforms are now quietly shoved into this fleet and left to hang themselves.

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This is a ship-based fleet RP. You will roleplay an entire ship in conjunction with the other players (and their ships) to acheive the mission objectives given to you by COMOPTEVFOR. There's a twist, though - your ships are experimental. They should (mostly) be based on real-life or concept ships, as that makes it much easier to fill out the dimensions, speed, and other fields on the ship sheet. Additionally, the RP is set in the modern day, real-life Earth, so no hyperlaser mecha ships that transform into crabs and can walk on land. Acceptable breaks from reality might include an anti-missile laser ship, though, as the military (as far as I know) is at least testing that technology. As a general rule, if a modern military is testing, using, or used the technology, then it's probably okay. If you'd like to make an airship, that's fine, too - but I'll only allow one airship in the RP (first come first serve).

Combat:
What do you guys think? Numbers, RP, or combination? I could go in any direction here.

Some ideas that I had

(Feel free to steal these)
Perfectly normal ship; crazy captain
Drone warfare carrier airship
Electronic warfare command and control airship
Slightly faster and more maneuverable, but significantly less well-armored cruiser
Stealth ships
Anti-missile sea-based laser system
Perfectly normal actual US Navy ship, no frills

Ship Sheet

|Ship Name:
|Ship Class:
|Ship Hull Classification Symbol: (See Here, or Here for airships. Make one up if you can't find it.)
|Ship Role:
|Armament:
|Dimensions: (Length x Beam x Height; Draft)
|Speed:
|Crew:
|Motto:
|Other:

|Captain's Name:
+Appearance:
+Personality:
+Bio:

|Name:
+Rank:
+Role:
+Appearance:
+Personality:
+Bio:

Example

(okay, I skimped out on the crew part)

|Ship Name: USS John F. Kennedy
|Ship Class: John F. Kennedy
|Ship Hull Classification Symbol: CV-67
|Ship Type: Aircraft Carrier
|Armament: 2 × GMLS Mk 29 launchers for Sea Sparrow missiles; 2 × Phalanx CIWS; 2 × RAM launchers; 80 x aircraft
|Dimensions: 1052ft (length) x 252 ft (beam) x 192 ft (height); 32 ft draft
|Speed: 34 knots (63 km/h)
|Crew: 3,297
|Motto: Date Nolite Rogare (Latin for "Give, be unwilling to ask")
|Other: Modified for strictly drone warfare; no manned aircraft

|Captain's Name: John Phillips
+Appearance:

Picture

+Personality: Entirely too friendly
+Bio: A former tugboat captain, Captain Philips was promoted via clerical error. It was a happy accident, however, as he's done such a remarkable job that the Navy kept him as captain (although they also quietly reassigned him to Upsilon task force and demoted the clerk that made the error).

|Name: Ron Swanson
+Rank: Commander
+Role: XO
+Appearance: Brown hair, chiseled face, mustache, thick body (from muscle, not fat), though not very sculpted
+Personality: He's a manly man, and won't hesitate to be direct and to the point
+Bio: At some point he realized that he didn't feel like enough of a man, so he joined the Navy.

Anybody interested? I'm also open to constructive criticism and questions.

Orbitum - SciFi Space - OOC

Whoever does become GM (I don't care), I also move that we create a new thread for the RP. No real good reason, I just don't like having 13 OOC pages that also have "bad blood" on them.

Patchwork: A Multiversal Factions NRP

6,5; Perfection Valley

Vibrations. Many vibrations, moving toward the not-stones on the surface. Digs Vigorously remembered how most of the other broodlings had wandered off. Something... other... in Digs Vigorously's heart stirred. She'd felt it once before. It was a good feeling. But the remaining broodlings were moving quickly, and she had to, also. Her experience whispered in her ear: don't go for the center ones; strike the edges; strike the wanderers. So she wouldn't strike first after all, but she'd eat a meal. And the hunger in her stomach could subside, for now. She rumbled off toward the edge of the vibrations.

A broodling erupted into the upper void, underneath a vibration, trying to swallow it whole. Another stayed beneath the void, sending tentacles, searching for the vibration. The vibrations were soft; it reminded Digs Vigorously of small meals in her past. So soft that the first broodling missed, and fell back into the soft soil. Maybe the meal wouldn't be so filling after all. She sensed stronger vibrations above her. The food was moving, doing something. It wasn't moving very fast, nor chaotically. Her heart stirred again. This time it was a bad feeling. She stayed in the dirt, waiting.

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6,4: Arizona Red Zone, Tiberium field 11-3

The green crystal had embedded itself into the earth, spreading tendrils throughout, slowly exoforming the hex. Given time, it would exoform the entire planet, transforming matter into more of itself. A byproduct of the process was the transportation of valuable subsurface minerals into the crystalline structure. Another byproduct was noxious gas, in reality millions of airborne tiberium particles, with the capability to infect living matter.

It was this very gas that infected the workers harvesting the crystal. No symptoms show at first, but in a day's time, bright green veins will show through the skin, infecting blood, corrupting machine, mutating tissue.

Patchwork: A Multiversal Factions NRP

Sorry about the short break everyone; I just needed a few days away from this RP. But I'm back now. I should've told you; I know. I will in the future.

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KabenSaal - Pretty much, yes. You could be particularly aggressive and try to make contact in your first post. It seems like the meat of this RP's going to come from interaction with other factions and exploitation of the GM hexes. At least, until the lone intelligence screws up, which I'll have happen after people are interacting a bit more. And then I'll reveal my ideas for a plot.

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Gizoogle

I translated this post.

Favorite quotes

"Da plentiful algae n' moss is extracted ta make space chicken"
"lovely temperate ghetto, like habitable
-This is tha Kerbal homeworld. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Although interstellar rockets is now assembled up in Uranian or Joolian orbit (to take advantage of dem hoods' magnetospheres fo' antimatter thang), much of tha space industry is still centered here."
"Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I gots a wild-ass scam fo' a nation, if you still open. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Herez tha Nation Sheet, at any rate."
"Kerbals have straight-up bulbous eyes, a cold-ass lil comparitively lil' small-ass torso n' big-ass head"
"80 cement of a Kerbal skeleton is straight-up cartilage, hella increasin they squishinizz n' allowin dem ta survive falls from pimped out heights... not dat that, straight-up, helps dem significantly"
"They have no nose, instead relyin on they grills ta breathe"
"Da first was tha invention of asexuizzle humpin via mitosis, preventin all dem tricky times when Kerbals forgot bout Kalentinez Day."
"Da second was tha addizzle of symbiotic algae ta they skin, enablin dem ta survive without chicken fo' longer periodz of time."
"Lovable idiots wit rockets, whose main goal is ta land on every last muthafuckin celestial body dat they find (they still figurin up how tha fuck ta land on they sun)."
"take a thugged-out dirtnap"

"|Culture/Society: Da Kerbal way is trial n' error. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. They gots tha fuck into orbit only afta losin they initial crop of volunteers, n' then they realized dat they never put parachutes on tha oribiter n' shit. Luckily fo' Jebadiah, da thug was rescued afta only 7 mo' attempts yo. His rescue went down up in history as tha straight-up original gangsta successful orbital rendevouz. Missions ta Duna, tha fourth hood up in they system, regularly ran outta gin n juice until they managed ta guess tha erect amount (and tha erect thrust-to-weight ratio of tha rocket).

They also is a remarkably one-purpose civilization. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Their society goes all up in different phases, each marked by a remarkable drive fo' tha entire species ta work toward a singular goal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. In tha modern era, they is obsessed wit rocketry, spaceflight, n' aeronautics. Their entire economizzle is devoted ta dat goal, which is phat fo' them, cuz tha cost of tha sheer number of failed spacecraft be astronomical.

These muthafuckas generally have three emotions - terrified, bored, n' ecstatic fo' realz. Arguably they also gotz a gangbangin' fourth - terristatic, a cold-ass lil combination of tha straight-up original gangsta n' tha last. Kerbals is adrenaline

|Military: Da Kerbals aint gots a real military. In tha Age of Hunting, they pimped tha standard spears n' glocks wit which ta defend theyselves yo, but once they progressed ta tha top of tha chicken chain, weapons pimpment practically stagnated. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. They've stumbled upon space weaponry via rocket stagin accidents n' wildly overpowered communications arrays yo, but never havin a need ta use them, there be a no military ta drop a rhyme of. They do have all dem weapons lyin round dat they like ta use on uninhabited hoodz n' ta deorbit space stations, though.

|Government: There is no posse fo' realz. Any actual progress up in society is cuz of emergent behavior, generally bustin lyrics. This make it difficult, however, ta reassure other civilizations dat treatizzles is ghon be bigged up. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. Not dat they've kicked it wit any other civilizations yet."

This is entirely too hilarious!

I thought I was conquering my depression

I know that feeling altogether too well. :(

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Yes! Izkripp and Kirra, I could kiss you! I mean, I won't, unless you like girls, but hey! <3