Rhona W

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

Scott's reaction to the news about Carter was much like Jamie's. At her outburst, he slammed both hands against the briefing desk he was sitting behind and stood.
"What the fuck, spies first, and now Carter's missing as well? What the hell is going on here, and how the shit would we know where he is, he ejected. He didn't hitch-hike back on our planes. He could be out there walking back right now. Don't we have any SAR - which, by the way, if it is the case, makes me feel pretty not-confident about getting my ass up in the air again".
He frowned and shook his head. Things had been pretty hinky already, but were rapidly sliding down a crap-covered slope. Hopefully the air farce could turn itself around pretty quickly, as right now, things were less-than optimal.

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

Sorry for the delays on my end in posting; haven't really had a lot of time, and things have been slipping my mind a lot lately too. Will wait on replies before I do another post as it is, too.

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

alive check?????

@Silverwind Blade @caliban22 @Verticus

also i'll move us along NEXT weekend cus i be quirky like dat doe

@DeadDrop

I am alive, but didn't really know what to post, so have been umming and ahhing about it. Will try and think of something and get it up in the next couple of days.

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

I hope everyone has had a nice holiday season, mine was suitably quiet over Christmas, and I hosted a great party on New Years' Eve as well.

Now that things are done with, I've got a post up for us all to continue with. Not the longest or the most complex, but still got enough to get us back into motion on things.

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

At the far end of the airfield, near the hangars, Fionn and Leslie's assault had caught the defenders off guard. The rapid tempo of their attack had given them little time to react, and left the rebels scrambling to fight back effectively.
Small arms fire lashed out from the hangar doors toward the GEARs, and a quartet of pickups and off-road vehicles with heavy weapon mounts raced out from the doors, which slowly rolled open. Auto grenade-launchers, recoilless rifles and heavy machine-guns lashed out toward the pair of GEARs as the drivers weaved and dodged across the flat ground. As the doors to the hangar opened wider, a small transport jet rolled out, escorted by another pair of vehicles.

In the vicinity of the comms tower, reinforcements moved into place. Summoned by the sounds of battle, one of the terrorists' improvised GEARs marched up the hill. A civilian cargo handler, it had been modified with improvised armour plate over delicate systems and jury-rigged heavy-weapon mounts. Spotting the pair of unmanned GEARs, the hostile jogged across the cleared space, and turned to face the only intact cabin, covering the doorway with its weaponry. The PA system crackled to life as the pilot spoke.
"Come out of the cabin and throw down your weapons!"

Meanwhile, Silverwind had pushed on, clearing the defensive positions. The trees thinned out at the border of the small airfield. He stopped the GEAR within the boundary of the trees and scanned the surroundings using both the onboard sensors and the feed from the Big Eye drone. A few defensive positions stood out on his thermal imaging, and the Big Eye's footage picked out the shapes of GEARs and an IFV guarding the operations building.
Okay, he thought to himself, nothing I can't handle.
Even as he said that, the jet rolled out of the hangar and onto the runway with its' escort, and his radio came to life with Max's message.
"Roger, Recon. Secure the prisoner and move to the airfield to secure it with the rest of the unit. All units; stop that aircraft from taking off if possible; it's likely they're trying to move someone or something of high value!"

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

Happy holidays to all, I hope you're having a good festive season, however you choose to spend it. Best wishes and joy to all; eat and drink well, enjoy a break from the hustle and bustle of life and take some time to enjoy what's important; GEARs will still be here later on.
I'll try and get some posts up soon - though I'm taking a break too, of course.

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

Enjoy your holidays, everyone. Best wishes; eat lots of food, drink lots of drink and have a wonderful time.

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

How are we carrying on from here? Should I post up, or wait on you/others?

Given the spectre of the Festive Season looms over us all, I'll put off getting a post up until after the Xmas Shadow has passed over, as I'm sure one way or another we'll all be busy with family, getting drunk, or in food comas for the next couple of days.
I'll endeavour to get a post up between Boxing Day and New Years though, as I have some days off work coming up, so I can give it some proper time and attention

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

AWACS Gravestone: "Angels, RTB - SAR is on the way for you sorry folks on the ground."

@DeadDrop

"Roger, Gravestone. Angel-4, RTB"
Scott eased the A-10 into a gentle bank toward the base. As he turned the straight-winged attack jet onto the runway approach, the gear came down and locked and the wingtip airbrakes split to slow the jet for a smooth approach with the nose high.
"Tower, this is Angel-4; three down and locked and on the approach, over"
The plane sank gently toward the runway, and Scott put the jet down smoothly with a minimal squeak of rubber, right on the piano keys among the numerous rubber smears from previous landings.
Landing lights blinking, he popped the canopy as he steered the jet along the taxiways. The smell of smoke and fire lingered in the air, a sobering reminder of the attack as it drifted from the areas that had been bombed or where aircraft had crashed.
Scott used the toe pedals to guide jets' nosewheel into position, parking up on the apron. He shut the engines and systems down, the twin turbofans winding down to a halt with a vacuum cleaner whine and the jets' ladder extending.
The jets' maintenance chief came over, reaching up to take his helmet as he passed it down. She looked over the jet with a measured nod. "Managed to bring my jet back in one piece then, eh?"
"Yeah," he replied with a grin. "Managed to put her to good use too. Get yer paints out; half a bomber needs to go on the side of the nose"
"No fucking way," she said with an eyebrow reaching into her hairline. "Are you serious?"
"Absolutely," he said, swinging over the lip of the cockpit and down the ladder, hopping to the ground. "TU-160, hit it with a Sidewinder. Didn't kill it in one hit, but definitely hobbled it. If Gravestone can confirm the hit, then heck yeah; paint it on there." He frowned. "Also strafed one of those ace bastards planes into confetti with the Avenger, but they'd already ejected... no idea what the heck that counts as..."

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

Post is up, much shorter than the last one, but it was pretty easy; just throwing some more specific enemies at you all ^^