Rhona W

Shadows of Steel - An Ace Combat inspired Fighter Jet RP

If there's three of us - including me - that have characters and are still interested, that's enough to keep it going, even if it is slowly rather than fast. I was just concerned that as no-one had posted anything anything at all following up from earlier posts that there was a lack of interest even from anyone who had already posted anything.

GEARS: Silent Line - The Silver Bullet (Silverwind Blade & KingKonrad)

Silver chugged back and forth in the sea, as Cat leant back, supporting herself with her arms behind her, and stretching out her legs. She toed the sand with the tips of her cloven hooves, wiggling them and smiling at the sensation as she listened to Max.
She gave a slow nod in agreement with the lion's observation.
"Aye, I thought-" she cut off as a spasm of coughing caught her mid-sentence and her voice turned more raspy. She held it for a moment before trying again, grimacing briefly as she touched her throat where the shemagh-style scarf covered it, keeping it on even with her BDU shirt removed.
"I thought I was done for myself." she said with a thoughtful air. "But no, glad tae be still here and bein' a big hoofin' nusiance to all of ye wherever I can," she grinned sidelong at the lion and chuckled softly at the thought. "My brother came to visit me when I was in the hospital recovering, and the cheeky bastard said the only reason he reckoned I didna die is because I'm too bloody stubborn to go. Or like you said," she said with another lopsided smile across her broad, squarish muzzle. "I'm sick of seein' the other wankers gettin' it wrong all the time and need ta shown 'em all how it's done proper like".
She tilted her head back and looked up at the sky again; her long red hair, pulled back in her characteristic braid swayed a little in the breeze. The grey uniform T-shirt clung to her far-more-than-ample curves, emphasising how big she was in all dimensions; the cow wasn't thin, nor petite, but her carefree and confident demeanour matched up well with how well the bovine wore her weight - and size.
She looked back to Max after a moment, looking down as she curled one of her thick, powerful arms and gave a small smile. "I'm near back to fightin' fit," she commented. "Before too long, I'll be back on the front line wi' the rest of you, and then I'll really get tae showin' yeh how it's done all right".
She looked back out to the water and her long ears flicked in amusement, piercings gleaming in the sunshine. "Look at the boss go," she said with a smirk. "D'you think he got an outboard motor fitted when they put that arm on?"

Shadows of Steel - An Ace Combat inspired Fighter Jet RP

No further action on this after five days? Guess it might be time to put this one on the back burner, if there's no active interest.

GEARS: Silent Line - The Silver Bullet (Silverwind Blade & KingKonrad)

Silver padded out onto the sand, wiggling his booted paws in the soft white sand and drawing lines in it. He shaded his eye with one hand, grinning as Max came back up the beach. "Can't say I blame ya," he said with a chuckle as he looked back down at the leonine pilot.
He looked toward the water and sighed with a shrug. "Ah, th' hell with it". He unbuttoned his BDU shirt and shrugged it off, before untying and tugging off his boots, pulling his T-shirt off over his head and awkwardly kicking out of his BDU pants, before sprinting down the beach and diving into the water in his boxer shorts, plunging head-and-shoulders beneath the water and swimming out with powerful strokes.
From the beach, Cat laughed at the display, shaking her head as she watched the older fox throw himself into the water. For her part, the big cow toed the sand with the tip of her cloven hoof, dragging a little trench through it, before taking off her own BDU shirt and tying it around her waist, stretching out in the sun with a pleasant sigh, before sitting down on the sand to watch as Silver swam to and fro.

Star Wars: Raptor Squadron

Jesha was as excited as she was anxious as she wove her way through the corridors and passageways of the Courageous to the briefing room. It wasn't like she hadn't flown before, nor like she hadn't attended a briefing before. But this was a new start; a new squadron, new - and official - training with the Alliance. That carried weight, responsibility, and promise with it. The step up from occasional odd-job, dogsbody (a phrase that was especially suitable for her) pilot to full-fledged Alliance starfighter pilot was a big change, and one she was excited for, alongside her nerves.
She paused outside of the briefing room to collect her thoughts and her nerves, before she moved confidently into the room, taking a seat near the front, flashing a brief, nervous smile to the other pilots in wait. As the man she took to be their new C.O. stood and greeted them, she turned her attention to the holoprojector as it came to life, the lights in the room darkening to compensate. The Shistavanen leant forward, her ears pricked and rose-red eyes sharp as she eagerly awaited the briefing.

Star Wars: Raptor Squadron

Yea the b-wing does look a bit goofy sometimes.

@Nobodyman123

I went for the U-Wing in the end; it might not be especially heavily armed or agile, but it looks cool imo, and I like the idea of being the space-huey gunship too.
If possible, it could always be modified with additional weaponry etc down the line. It seems fairly common that starfighters get modified all over the place.

Star Wars: Raptor Squadron

Jesha Ricalli

Name: Jesha Ricalli
Nicknames: Jesh
Age: 28
Sex: Female
Gender: Feminine
Species: Shistavanen
Prefered starfighter: U-Wing Starfighter/Support Craft
Possessions of note:

• Slugthrower machine-gun
• Vibroblade Machete
• Heavy blaster pistol

Personality: Boistrous, Confident, Flirty, Quick-witted, Brave, Determined.
History:
Jesha - or Jesh, as she was quickly nick-named - had a relatively uneventful childhood... until the Empire came to her homeworld. Infamously human-supremacist, the Imperials took numerous species on the planet prisoner, deporting hundreds of thousands off-world to work as forced labour, while others were press-ganged or forced into other forms of work. At the time, their propaganda machine worked overtime to promote the idea that it was all for their benefit - and young Jesha believed the lies.
It wasn't until she was a much older woman, well into her teenage years, that she started to see past the lie. All throughout space controlled by the Empire, she saw people who were, like her, non-human being trodden down. Choices closed off in work, in where they could live, in the places they could go, and in other ways. Despite her considerable skill as a pilot and her resourcefulness, she was bottled into a boring, tedious and dead-end job as a lunar mining shuttle pilot. She showed on several occasions excellent aptitude for piloting and exceptional bravery; taking the shuttle into dangerous situations on multiple occasions to lift out injured or trapped miners under stressful or dangerous conditions, and managing to come out with both them and the craft intact.
Attempting to complain or question only lead to dead ends, blank stares and snorts of derision. It came to a head when a friend was beaten into unconsciousness and hospitalised, with no real effort given to following up the case. Angered, Jesha wanted to do something. While skirting low-life bars and dives, she was exposed to anti-imperial protest music, and found it spoke to her. Through those circuits and channels, she made contact with rebel agents, at first doing small tasks, before showing her skill as a pilot. Proving herself with more daring tasks and assignments, she eventually caught the eye of an agent for the Rebel Alliance. Getting to properly exercise her skills at piloting and her bravery, she showed promise as a gunship pilot, and was tapped for additional training in an up-and-coming starfighter squadron in one of the handful of remaining U-Wings in the hands of the Alliance to Restore the Republic.

Appearance:

Jesha is very tall, and very well built. She still has feminine curves, and is well-kept in appearance. She tends toward practical clothing for the most part, living and working as she does around starships, spaceports and docks. Nonetheless, her green and black bandana is a personal affectation she wears at all times. Her eyes are a rose-red in colour.

Star Wars: Raptor Squadron

The character looks great! My only gripe is that the fighter you picked is from the wrong canon. If you want something similar, I recommend the B-Wing.

@Nobodyman123

No worries, I wasn't sure what was canon or not. I'll have a rethink on the fighter. I'm not really a fan of the B-Wing, so I might go down the Gunship route and take a U-Wing, or stick to the heavy bomber/attack role and take a Y-Wing
I'll have a mull over it and make the change to one of the two, and then post Jesh in the characters tab.

GEARS: Silent Line - The Silver Bullet (Silverwind Blade & KingKonrad)

Silverwind grinned and relaxed in the back seat as Max tore the open-topped light utility vehicle down the road. The breeze whipped through his fur and hair, and he looked over to Cat to catch the cow grinning back the same, her eyes visible for once as her fringe was pushed away by the breeze. The green of them gleamed with the sunshine. Once they'd parked up, he climbed out of the rear seat and walked up to the edge of the rocky cliff, taking a deep breath of the salty sea air. The cool breeze chased away the fug in his head from the long flight, and he had to agree with Max; it was an inspiring view.
"Y'all sure picked the right place," Silverwind agreed with the lion as he took in the vista, just letting his senses take it in. Cat ambled up behind him and stood close by, putting one hand up to hold her hair back as she looked out at the view with a broad grin of glee. "Aye!" she added enthusiastically. "It's definitely a-" she cut off with a silent yelp of surprise as Max barrelled past her and leapt over the edge. Silverwind gawped similarly and ran to the edge and looked over at the lions' apparent suicidal dive, only to look down with a single-wide eye and then shake his head in wry amazement at the dive, and the lion now floating in the sea below. He cupped his hands to his muzzle and hollered down.
"Nice dive, but I think I'll take the slow route!" he called down and looked back to the women, shaking his head with a 'can you believe it' smile at the pair before picking his way down the rocky path toward the sandy beach. His ears pricked and twitched at the sound of gulls wheeling overhead and making their cries, and the gentle hiss of the waves coming and going upon the shore.

Star Wars: Raptor Squadron

As I said, not totally in-depth with my SW lore, but I've dabbled over the years. And I did some research on Wookiepedia, so hopefully it pays off, and my character is okay :3

Jesha Ricalli

Name: Jesha Ricalli
Nicknames: Jesh
Age: 28
Sex: Female
Gender: Feminine
Species: Shistavanen
Prefered starfighter: K-Wing Assault Starfighter
Possessions of note:

• Slugthrower machine-gun
• Vibroblade Machete
• Heavy blaster pistol

Personality: Boistrous, Confident, Flirty, Quick-witted, Determined.
History:
Jesha - or Jesh, as she was quickly nick-named - had a relatively uneventful childhood... until the Empire came to her homeworld. Infamously anti-alien, the Imperials took numerous species on the planet prisoner, deporting hundreds of thousands off-world to work as forced labour, while others were press-ganged or forced into other forms of work. At the time, their propaganda machine worked overtime to promote the idea that it was all for their benefit - and young Jesha believed the lies.
It wasn't until she was a much older woman, well into her teenage years, that she started to see past the lie. All throughout space controlled by the Empire, she saw people who were, like here, non-human being trodden down. Choices closed off in work, in where they could live, in the places they could go, and in other ways. Despite her considerable skill as a pilot and her resourcefulness, she was bottled into a boring, tedious and dead-end job as a lunar shuttle pilot.
Attempting to complain or question only lead to dead ends, blank stares and snorts of derision. It came to a head when a friend was beaten into unconsciousness and hospitalised, with no real effort given to following up the case. Angered, Jesha wanted to do something. While skirting low-life bars and dives, she was exposed to anti-imperial protest music, and found it spoke to her. Through those circuits and channels, she made contact with rebel agents, at first doing small tasks, before showing her skill as a pilot. Proving herself with more daring tasks and assignments, she eventually caught the eye of an agent for the Rebel Alliance, and was tapped for duty as a starfighter pilot, and was keen to give her best.

Appearance:

Jesha is very tall, and very well built. She still has feminine curves, and is well-kept in appearance. She tends toward practical clothing for the most part, living and working as she does around starships, spaceports and docks. Nonetheless, her green and black bandana is a personal affectation she wears at all times. Her eyes are a rose-red in colour.