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GEARs: Silent Line [Anthro, Sci-Fi Mecha Roleplay]

I'm a little embarrassed to ask but I am having trouble understanding Sprinsteam's dialect sometimes.

Also, I don't know what rank we all are. SPrinsteam is a lieutenant, Silverwind is the Captain of course, but beyond that, Im drawing a blank.

Sorry for the late replies, got swamped this week.

Also, looking at the GEAR weapons list, what would be a similar option to the RAW underbarrel weapon, but as a hardpoint weapon?

@redbaron1234

Must admit, I'm also having the same trouble too. I appreciate the idea of coming up with a language, but it does make it hard to follow conversations sometimes.

Yes, ranks - Everyone other than Silverwind is a Lieutenant, much like fighter pilots. It seems the most straightforward to me. 1st or 2nd Lt based on seniority and experience; can be more specific if need be. TBH, it probably won't make a lot of difference to anything as far as the game goes.

Regarding the RAW - the anti-armour missiles or the rocket pod are the closest thing otherwise. They're both hardpoint mounted and do much the same thing. Just with multiple shots.

GEARs: Silent Line [Anthro, Sci-Fi Mecha Roleplay]

Interesting post there Silver! I don't want to go first post-wise here (let someone else follow up first) but aye, it's getting some traction :)

@kingkonrad

Yeah; wanted to get across that Silver is more than capable of being 'a good guy that does bad things when he has to', rather than being a psychopath. I kind of base his general personality and aspect on Jack O'Neill from Stargate SG-1 with a little pinch of Solid Snake/Big Boss. He's not afraid to do bad things or make life miserable for people who do shitty, evil things, or to protect those that need it, or can't defend themselves, and has done so in the past. And while he obeys orders, he doesn't do it without question, or if it goes against his own morals, and will - and has - spoken up against it.
Also, he's absolutely the team Dad, and will murder the shit out of anyone who hurts his babies.

Also got a Silverwind-centric post up. Got to have him do some bantering, which I always enjoy, and give an insight into GEARs a bit. I see them as being like fighter jets; the pilot runs them and knows a bit about how they work, but they're so complex you have to have dedicated maintenance teams.
Don't take my post as another IC one to move everyone along, Silver's just around to chat to everyone. Once we've got a full round of everyone tweaking their GEARs, I'll move on again, probably to introducing the other ships at the rendezvous and getting ready for the assault, so a bit of a time-skip to get pass some of the more tedious/unncessary parts.

GEARs: Silent Line [Anthro, Sci-Fi Mecha Roleplay]

Silverwind had made his way down in Max's tow, making his way through the narrow passageways of the ship to the rear hangar. Much like the lion before him, he thrilled at the scene of activity before him. The ships' utility helicopter, blades still folded and packaged up had been moved to one side of the space to allow room - barely - for the maintenance crews to fit out and run-up the Hunters' GEARs for their sortie. Side-by-side, six of the best GEARs that the ANL, let alone the RSDF could provide.
The Hargun was new, new enough that all of its' specs weren't fully available, and that it was limited in issue to only the most elite of front-line units. Hence the reason, in fact, that the only one that wasn't new, or in the very least reconditioned was Bastion's own machine, that he was now discussing with his tech.
Looking over the array of machines, Silverwind picked out the one with the 'Command' version head; it had a double 'fin' antenna on both sides of the head, and additional cylindrical antennae beneath on each side.
Walking over and looking at the machine as it knelt on one knee, he gave a low whistle of appreciation with his tail wagging slowly as he looked up at the machine, hands on his hips.
"Hello gorgeous," he said with a grin.
"Are you talking to the GEAR, or me?" a female voice answered with amusement, and Silverwind took aback in surprise as he noticed the female raccoon dog stand up from behind the machines' right leg. She had a somewhat chunky build, but it suited her, and made her easy on the eye. The mechanics jumpsuit flattered the same look too, with the low zipper drawing the eye to an... impressive valley. He pulled his eye back up and found her muzzle smirking at him and a sparkle of amusement dancing in her purple eyes.
"Dunno, let's see who answers," he replied with a wink and a poke of his tongue, before walking closer. "So, miss," he continued. "I'm here fer my fittin' appointment. Reckon y'all got something in my size".
"I dunno," the tech replied, Silverwind taking a moment to notice the name 'DIMARCO' above the left breast pocket on her overall, and 'LIEUTENANT' on the right as she checked a pebble-slate. "I'm not sure the cockpit will fit your massive head, sir".
"Nah," he replied airily as he stepped into the foot holds on the GEARs thighs and back, and mounted into the pilot position. "I always have problems fitting my giant testicles in".
"Like I said," she replied climbing up behind him and assisting him strapping in, and beginning to adjust the seat fittings, restraint straps and the like, as the fox began to adjust the display settings, and set the GEARs OS into 'Maintenance' mode and began to adjust the control inputs. "...your massive head, sir".
He laughed and shook his head. "Okay El-tee, you can stay. I like you. Got much experience with the Hargun?"
"Plenty, sir. I got chosen for this assignment as I was on the team for the prototypes' OpEval and workups, and helped with weapon and system trials. I'm senior ranking tech in your maint crews, so most of 'em learnt something from my original crews, and half the tech-book on the GEAR was written by us. Hell, half your conversion training syllabus was probably based on our notes and reports".
"Bad ass, Lieutenant. Thanks for all your work".
"No problem, sir. Just try not to break my shit, and I'm sure we'll get along fine. And I like you too," she said with a smirk of reply, and a boop to his nose. "How's it feel?"
"Well, the boop was okay. The GEAR feels great though. Can tell you know your stuff. Obviously we'll get a running test in once we're onboard the amphib; more space fer that. Your crew get to run 'em yet?"
"Yessir, we put them through basic paces before we loaded them onto the train for transport to the docks. No noted running faults, and we re-checked everything minor already. 5 had a minor burr on the rotator cuff for the left shoulder; we just swapped out the joint assembly to save time. We'll fix the problem with the part we removed while its' demounted and keep it with the spares.".
Silverwind shrugged and unstrapped himself with the quick-release button, shutting down the GEARs' OS as he did so.
"I can't fault any of yer work," he said with a genuine smile as he slid back out of the machines' form-fitting seat. "Y'all did an amazin' job, and I can't ask any less than that. Unless y'all would consider workin' in a t-shirt and shorts, anyway"
"Only if you work in a full face mask, sir, so I don't have to look at your stupid face. What do you want as your load-out for the mission?"
"Intel ain't fully come back yet," he replied, "At least in th' full tactical sense. But we ain't gonna have a lot of time to play pass-the-parcel." He hummd a moment and rubbed the back of his artificial hand against the bottom of his muzzle.
"...Load me up with a 20MM with AP ammo, and a shotgun with scatter ammo under it, a Pile on the right arm, Mortar on the left shoulder, and ATM's on the right one. Knife on the hip, and spare ammo under the shield. Load the mortar with a mix heavy on HE and AP, with some smoke and EM."
She raised a slim purple eyebrow and inclined her head in a respectful nod. "Kickass, sir. Nothing on the left forearm?" she said in a more teasing tone. "You've left space. I'm shocked".
"Nah," he replied. "I always find that gets in the way of the shield on anythin' I ever piloted. Plus I'm already haulin' enough weight as it is."
"All right, Captain. I'll get it done".
"Blade, Lieutenant. Don't bother with callin' me captain unless anyone more important than me is watchin'"
"Then call me DiMarco Sir. And my first name is Gina, for the record".
"Silverwind. Glad to have ya with me, feels like my GEAR will be in good hands".
"Same, sir. Though, not so sure about the GEAR, all those bits of you missing, I'd hate to see my GEAR come back the same way".
"I'll look after for you, DiMarco, I promise. And if I don't, I'm sure y'all will get plenty of work out of it".
"Yes, that's what I'm afraid of. Now, if you'll excuse me si- ah, Blade, then I'll get to work on fitting out your machine, and detail the rest of my guys to help your squad".
As he nodded to her to excuse herself, he turned back to the GEARs' visage briefly, looking up at it. You and I are going to go places, girl, he thought up at the big machine. And we're gonna go through some crazy shit too, he added, patting the armoured kneepad of the machine with one hand as he looked up at it. At some point, he'd have to customise its' paint scheme. It'd been a while since he'd had a machine to call his own, and his old trusty and much-beloved Gungnir Mk.II 'Spectre' was so much plasma-warhead incinerated scrap in an unnamed and unmarked corner of the world, miles and years away. With it, it had taken a lot of memories and nostalgia, and a part of his life. And now you're a Ghost Hunter again, Blade he thought idly, looking at the GEARs, completely void of unit markings or insignia.
Turning away from his machine, he looked around the hangar at the rest of the GEARs in a similar way. None of them carried much in the way of markings or unit insignia, beyond warning and hazard labels. He saw his people coming down to get their own machines fitted out, and began to walk along the row, looking to lend a hand or a few words where he could. Not to mention, he had personal weapons to draw from stores and assemble into his kit.
"Bastion," he called out as he caught sight of the lion. "All all right?" he said, thumbing in direction of the felines' GEAR.

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

Scott felt a wash of relief as the Blackjack went down in a fiery blaze, downed by the newcoming Cowboy squadron. A slight tinge of annoyance followed as they also took out the Su-27 he'd been targeting; though really, it was tinged with the reality that he probably hadn't had much of a chance to take out the much faster, sleeker and more adept air-superiority fighter anyway. But, it bruised his pilot's ego nonetheless.
Not long after, the back and forth over the radio net proved that the Cowboys indeed lived up to their name. What a bunch of pisswads, he groused mentally, rolling his eyes at their attitudes, before they promptly up and fucked off wherever it was they'd come from. They could have at least stayed to finish off these twats, he thought with some ire, noting their fancy-dancy F-35's buggering off, while the Angels were still faced with a number of high-performance aircraft to deal with, and only museum piece F-104's, a couple of near-retired F-14's, and his own A-10, which fit in like a dog in a fishtank.
Mind you, that said, they'd done bloody well for themselves. Multiple bandits downed, the nearby village safe, and the base mostly (mostly) intact. And the last of the red bandits were running with their tails between their legs

Felix Carter says,"Hey, it's called working like a team, not lone-wolfing over an Ace competition. Angel-5 to all Angel Call-signs, sound-off, over."

"Angel-5, this is Angel-4; all systems green. No missiles, but I got a whole load of thirty mike-mike with someone's name on it. What say we lure these buttholes into a game of tag, over"

Before he could even get an answer, Angel-5 had charged off on the hunt, contrary to his own earlier chastising of Angel-3 for doing much the same thing with no support either.
"Oh goddesses," Scott pleaded to himself, grey eyes rolling upward to look out of the canopy at the heavens above. "Someone please save me from these people".

Fortunately, Gravestone's more level-headed voice intruded on his thoughts, and the ground-attack pilot listened in intently as the AWACS reported three bandits running for the border. Three lights, three bandits, his mind put together and he reversed course.
"Roger, Gravestone. I'm gonna try and get a visual confirmation on our voyeurs, over and make a radio intercept. Break. All Angel callsigns, this is Angel 4; running after our unwanted visitors. Anyone who wants to back me up, would be much appreciated over".
So far, the rest of the squadron had pretty much ignored his existence and everything he'd said, so he didn't expect much of a reply, but he wasn't planning on sitting around in his cockpit turning lazy circles with his thumb up his ass while they did all the work. They could ignore him all they liked, but he was sure as hell going to do his part.

Taking a fix from his instruments, Scott put the A-10 on course and firewalled his throttles, pushing the twin turbofans on the A-10's back to full thrust as he ran low and hard on the tail of the interlopers, fixing to make a visual identification and, in the least, see what they did in reaction. Who they were and what they did would be some key as to why they were there, and why they'd been hiding during the rest of the battle.
As he closed within range, he slid his tinted visor up and looked out at the shapes of the aircraft, trying to make out markings and insignia, as well as clearly ID the aircraft types.

Scott tries to get visual confirmation of the bandits

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Switching to the common radio frequency, he called out in a clear voice.
"Attention unknown aircraft, you are in violation of Antrean Airspace during a hostile action. Please state your origins and your intentions, or you will be considered hostile and fired upon. Repeat..."
Scott repeated his message, while thumbing the ARM switch for the GAU-8 in the A-10's nose, and jockeying to set himself up in the best possible position for an attack, should it be needed.

Mobile Suit Gundam - Last Dawn of Zeon

TBH, I am still interested, but pretty busy right now. Participating in NaNoWriMo, and I'm going away for a few days next weekend too, so prepping to pack.
I'd like to stay onboard, but can't guarantee it'll be any time soon that I can post anything, sadly

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

New post.

If Zarkev [OPTIONAL] & Kingslayer-1 [SPECIAL] aren't initiated into a duel before next week they will flee the AO.

They aren't mandatory and do not have to be engaged but their opportunity and rewards will be missed.

@DeadDrop

Hey, I love recurring villains xD I don't mind if they do escape!
TBH, I wasn't planning on taking them on unless anyone else did anyway; as I intimated in my last post, Scott's basically acting as a distraction and a nuisance at the moment to let everyone else more capable get better shots in.

Also geez, you guys and your fancy post formatting. I find it really distracting

GEARs: Silent Line [Anthro, Sci-Fi Mecha Roleplay]

"Good to know that we can depend on you, Max" Silverwind said from behind the table, leaning on the counter in the small galley with a cup of coffee to his own muzzle. "And I can very much relate to what you're saying too, Bastion. I've been there; not Recon, sure; but in other SF. An' it's like the big guys says; you do awful shit when you're doin' it fer your country in places that are so crap they don't have proper names, to people who'd do ten times worse. Or have. But it's why ya do it that matters, an' the people you do it for. We do what we do so other people can sleep safe in their beds. And frankly, those people that hurt people, and do awful shit; they ain't ones I'm gonna lose my sleep over. Sounds shitty but", he gave a slow shrug. "They chose to hurt people and destroy things."
He took a long drink of the coffee and then grimaced.
"Ugh, I don't even like this stuff," he muttered, before setting the cup down. "Oh, by the way, Lieutenant Sprinsteam," he said with an amused smile on his muzzle. "In answer to your question before you disappeared out the door, run me through your comm system and its' specs after this sortie. If we have more time, I'll let you go through it with the maintenance crews and if they think it's a good idea and you can work it with them, we'll install it." He winced. "...If you feel up to convincing maintenance crews that a pilot's idea for a GEAR is better than theirs, that is..."
He raised an eyebrow knowingly and gave a slight smirk. Maintenance crews and GEAR crews were forever best frenemies, and the GEARs their precious children caught in the middle of their parents. Pilots thought their machines belonged to them and the tech crews looked after them while they weren't using. For the tech crews, the Pilots only used the machines they cared for and looked after and knew how to take care of - and abused them while doing so. But nonetheless, both needed each other.
The fox gave an amused sigh and shook his head, clearing it of the thought.
"Anyhow, sucks I seem to have missed out on all th' socialisin'. But, I'm gonna head.. down? aft? to the ass end?" he gave an amused smile and shrugged "whatever the hell it's called _{I ain't in the navy}, an' try my GEAR on fer size. Gotta make sure that the seat's adjusted properly, an' it's got the right cup holder installed. See ya down there, folks".

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

FINALLY got a post up! Thank lawd. The dice were not with me this time, sadly, but hey; I made a valiant effort. At least it's distracting them from doing worse things, I guess?

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

Scott's relief at having hit the TU-160 was short-lived, as the listing jet began a tortured turn toward the nearby village. Anguished at the site, Scott goosed the A-10's throttle to pour on more dinosaurs, wringing out as much power from the plane as it could. While it was not a supersonic powerhouse, four-hundred-some MPH wasn't slow either... just not as fast.
A sense of some small relief lit upon him as one of the other pilots - Teale, her name was over the radio - zeroed in on the limping bomber.
"Roger that," Scott answered in reply to her taking on the plane. "Softened 'em up for you, finish it off, over. I'll keep your ass clear!"
The blond-haired pilot dropped the A-10's portside wing and pulled the jet into a steeply banked turn, slicing around to drop behind the needle-shaped F-104C as it rocketed onward, closing on the big Blackjack.
As the Su-27's closed in, the pilot growled and shrugged into his harness, clenching his jaw. Ah fuck it, he thought to himself, why the hell not
The A-10C was slow, yes, and couldn't hack it for altitude or for air-to-air long-range armaments. But it was agile with the straight low wing, and with it's slow speed, it could out-turn anything short of a unicycle, and that's where Scott fought from.
Keeping the HUD in air-to-air mode, he slewed the blunt nose of the jet onto the sleek shape of the Su-27 urging the infra-red seeker to get a lock on the approaching fighter. As he did, the ground-attacker pilot winced and squinted, strange shifting lights shifting in the air in front of him making him lose sight of the aircraft, even with the visor of his helmet down.

Perception Check failed

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The seeker for the Sidewinder held true, however, and the reassuring buzzer of a lock-on sounded in his ear.
"Angel 4, fox two," he called as he thumbed the launch button. The AIM-9 blasted from under the wing of the jet on a plume of white smoke, and he willed it to make contact, even as he heeled the jet over on a turn to intercept the Su-27, thumbing the fire selector over to the enormous rotary cannon in the nose of the plane. If the missile didn't hit, he'd do his level best to in the least put the fighter off and make them think twice, if not shoot them down.

Attack vs. Su-27

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Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

Is there a list of who's which Angel number, and if not, can we have one?