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kill it with fire (another spambot)

Also @profabraham is another that needs to be exiled

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

March 12th, 2014
Women's Barracks, Shattered Steel HQ
Malta, The Mediterranean

The disturbance at the door to the barracks roused Kat. The amazonian, scarred cycloptic woman's eye snapped open...
...and she pulled her covers up around her chin, turned over, and went back to sleep.

March 13th, 2014
Malta Defence Forces HQ
Luqa International Airport
Malta, The Mediterranean

Scott had been greeted with a number of messages after he'd awoken. The squadron's transports had arrived, bearing with them the defence and security forces from Shattered Steel to reinforce the beleaguered Malta Defence Force troops and the handful of Italian personnel that had been deployed to the island nation. Air defence positions had been reinforced with more teams of MANPADS, and the transports were on their way back to the island to bring heavier defence vehicles, backup ground-based radar, and more.
The planes had also ferried across ordnance for the squadron's planes, their mechanics, spare parts, and other such necessary supplies, and over the night the pilots had slept, they had been busy. Sandbagged shelters had been erected around the planes, ammo dumps had been established, and various other measures put into place to turn the airport into a military airbase.
He'd reviewed the overview of specific information related to the understood strength of the enemy, their assets, and the allies they had on site, and got a good overview of the goals for the operation.
All that in mind, he'd called a briefing first thing for the squadron, intending to get them rolling right away, before anything else could happen.

Colonel Abela would be attending, and already sat in the briefing room, ready and attentive. Captain Hoffman, the officer in charge of the ground forces from Shattered Steel was also there, as well as Major Wolfgang, the commander of their maintenance crews.
Scott waited for the others to filter in, nodding and greeting them as they did so. The helicopter crew arrived; their machine having been transported there in the hold of the enormous Antonov transport plane.
As soon as everyone was there and seated and the door closed, Scott started speaking. His manner was much more brisk, formal, and stern than their first meeting - but there was a lot more to get through, as he started to talk.
"Good morning, everyone. Now you're all here, there's a lot to get through, and we have work to do. Our supporting elements have arrived, and have put in a massive effort to get things ready and in place for us to carry out our operations. In addition, Captain Hoffman's people have worked with Colonel Abela's forces and reinforced the defences for the airport. Once more of our people and vehicles arrived, additional early warning and defensive positions will be set up. But let me give an overview of our local situation first of all".

A projector screen behind Scott flashed up with an overview of Malta, showing the three-island archipelago, with highlighted areas of interest and concern.
"We are currently located at Luqa International Airport, as you well know. This is the only airport in the archipelago and thus the country. The only thing otherwise vaguely comparable is the heliport on the northern island of Gozo, which has no runway, taxiways, and is comprised only of a single, paved area that holds two helipads.
"The Maltese Defence force is also headquartered here at the airport. Their air wing has no combat aircraft; their utility helicopters have only door guns and small arms available, and they have no armed fixed-wing aircraft. The Italian Air Force are able to respond, but are - at best - fifty miles distant, and otherwise engaged and unable to be stationed here and respond or act as fluidly as we are.
"As such; it will be our duty to carry out both defensive and offensive operations against the forces that are targeting supply convoys via both air and sea to Malta".
The screen shifted image, showing the locations of previous incidents, attacks on aerial and ocean convoys. Another click, and the images showed frantically captured images of aircraft and sea-going vessels. Other windows flashed up, identifying the various marks and models. It was an eclectic mix of equipment; some European, some former Soviet, a small smattering US.
"Our aggressors are relatively well-equipped. Not the most modern or high-grade equipment, but nothing to be dismissed easily. Their combat assets are capable, especially when used well. Their tactics have notably changed over the course of the reported engagements; moving from simple hit-and-run attacks to organised, calculated pincer movements, attacks, and ambushes. The use of military equipment has likewise escalated. Initially, attacks were carried out by fishing or cargo vessels with improvised armaments and civil helicopters with small arms or man-portable heavy weapons. Once the ships started packing armed escorts and deck-mounted weapons, this escalated to naval vessels, and combat aircraft started to appear, and the tactics escalated to more military-oriented ones. This indicates - to me, and to the big brains at intel - as the involvement of professional consultants and trainers. Who, we currently have no idea. The variety of aircraft types might also indicate the presence of mercenaries".
He hesitated to let the information sink in and for the group to process what he'd poured out at them, before moving onto the next phase.
"While our hostiles seem to be based out of Libya and possibly Tunisia, their movements and what has been tracked on radar so far, as well as intelligence from our Italian allies points to them having taken control of the Pelagie Islands, or at least the harbours and airports there, and using the islands for shelter. As such, this will be our first point of focus".
The screen shifted again to show the islands of Lampedusa and Linosa, a smaller window showing Lampedusa airport.
"The harbour at Lampedusa isn't sufficient to berth or resupply large vessels, only smaller ones; many of which have been used in the attacks. However, the airport would make a perfect staging point for an aerial invasion of Malta. Linosa has no airports or large harbours. Though, that said; it is still possible it could be home to air defences or other 'surprises'.
"All this borne in mind - it's going to be our first objective for a recon mission. Although; not one without a complication, naturally".
A wry smile crept onto his face as he spoke, and another slide came up.
"Naturally, there's also a convoy inbound. But we're going to turn that to our advantage. A convoy will be entering our operational airspace at approximately 11:30 hours. Naturally, we're going to be up and providing a CAP for the ships against both aerial and surface targets. At the same time though, I'm going to have planes up and ready to pounce on the points of origin for those attacking air and surface targets and get us some valuable recon, in order to plan our next attacks".
Scott's eyes were firm, hard and intense as he looked out in the dim light of the briefing room, searching out and meeting the eyes of his people as he spoke their names.
"Here's the assignments: Cobalt 3, Cobalt 4, And Cobalt 5; you'll be our trackers. Skywatch will give you your vectors to the target area. Your primary objective will be to get recon images of the airport and harbour at Lampedusa. Secondary objectives to get as many recon images of the island and any other defensive positions or concentrations as possible. Tertiary objective; strike any targets of opportunity.
"The rest of Cobalt Haze squadron, we're going to be in two flights of two aircraft; loaded for both air to air and air to surface engagement. We're going to be the guard dogs. Anything comes sniffing around the convoy, we chase if off and either shoot it out of the sky, or send it to the bottom of the ocean.
"Rules of engagement are as follows: Recon Team, you're clear to engage in self-defence if locked on by hostile radar, or to strike high-value military targets of opportunity, if clearly identified. Do not linger, or make re-attacks. The recon is the primary objective.
Guard Dog flight; warnings will be broadcast to any vessels or aircraft approaching within five miles; any unidentified aircraft or vessel on an attack profile or on a direct heading for the convoy will be regarded as hostile until otherwise identified. If they don't turn away after the warning - we engage with prejudice. I'll be commanding Flight One".
He hesitated a moment, locking eyes with the relevant members of the squadron as he continued.
"Cobalt 7, You're with me in Flight One. Cobalt 6, you're commanding Flight Two and Cobalt 8 is your wingman".
He let that hang in the air a moment, making eye contact with all those involved, before moving immediately on to the next order of business.
"Recon Team; Cobalt Three will be in command. Captain Bouchard; I'm sure I can trust you and Le Armee de l'Air's experience and expertise as well as your own to know what's needed and exercise your responsibility well".
He gave the redheaded woman a brief, tight smile.
"Cobalt Hotel and Cobalt Heavy will be on standby should any rescue ops be needed, along with the Maltese forces helos and maritime patrol aircraft and vessels. Major Hoffman, Colonel Abela; Have your people stand ready in case the hostile forces use this as an excuse to attack here - but, I don't anticipate that issue. Major Wolfgang; what's the status on our aircraft and your maintenance personnel?"
The older man spoke up from his position in the rows of seats.
"All of your aircraft have been serviced after the flight here. Nothing needed; but they're in condition to go. My people are ready to upload weapons and fuel at a moment's notice, we'll get it done as soon as we're done here, sir".
"Excellent. Everyone, you've got your orders. Wheels-up in-" he checked his watch "-four hours. Get fed, get ready, and let's go kick some asses. Questions, comments, ideas?"
The lights snapped back on, and the screen went dim. Everyones' electronic flight assistants beeped or chimed with the information sent over as the briefing completed, and the burbling of conversation kicked up as the sandy-haired, odd-eyed pilot leant back from the briefing lectern and his expression relaxed.

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

New IC post from me will be dropping tomorrow. I've been a bit off myself the last few days, so took me a while to get around to it. Apologies for the delay.

Dark Space - A Mecha-Focused Space Opera RP

New IC post will be coming up tomorrow. Have been a little off myself lately, so apologies for the delay

Transformers RP

I think I'm going to drop out of this RP - I don't think it's quite my style of play or writing. But thanks for the opportunity, and I hope it goes well.

Transformers RP

I updated the description of Skylift's weapons, as I realised I'd made a mistake - I said one of her unusual things was she used projectile weapons, and then promptly forgot to give her one... duh.
Also, as she's a lorge 'bot, I mentioned that her gun is proportionately large, and hits as such. I hope that's all right.

Transformers RP

Skylift

Somewhere in the skies over Central America
Earth
2024

Skylift was... concerned.
Cybertronian and human scientists alike had been in a state of... not quite panic, but definitely excitement about something. Some phenomenon that was growing in intensity, a disruption to the natural order of things that was significant due to its' change. And worst of all, they didn't quite understand what was making it happen, or why.
The Camien wasn't a scientist herself. She was curious and always eager to learn, and had a decent enough grasp of knowledge... but the kind of things that Perceptor, Jetfire and the rest were talking about were far outside of her level of understanding. Things about temporal shifts, chronological collapses, quantum cascades and something called Chroniton Particles... it made her head spin.
But all the same, she and various other transformers with airborne alt-modes had been dispatched to gather sensor readings - especially as now, there was a new sign of activity. Great, glowing white cracks in the sky, like it was a pane of glass. And worse; they seemed to be spreading. Anything that touched them had disappeared, and she'd been warned not to get too close after her cargo bay had been loaded up with survey equipment to gather readings and information.
She flew as close as she dared, then; propellers churning the air reliably and her engines throbbing, leaning into a steady banking turn to hold an orbit around one jagged finger of the fractured sky. Her own systems could sense and detect radiation of various kinds leaking from the fissure, and as it washed over her, it showed as smeary, ghosting, pixelation on her optics. Whatever it was, it was interfering with her sensors; her taste receptors registered a metallic, sour taste. Her olfactory ones something like sulfur and ozone.
Nervous, she banked away as the payload in her cargo bay started to go wild, blaring and bleeping up a ruckus. Her internal communications burst into life, the words mangled by static.
"Airlift this-- -ghtspeed; getting readings from-- get close to the-- going to expand, you have to--"
She internally grimaced as she pulled a hard, high-angle bank that threatened to pull her wings off at the root.
But it was too late; the white of those fissures flashed blindingly, growing larger, shattering the sky even further and it reached out. A sensation like burning fire washed over her and she tried to scream as it burned down her cybernetic nervous system.
And then she vanished

Dark Space - A Mecha-Focused Space Opera RP

Lorei Corben
Hoyland Station

The VF-0 skated on low-power foot-thruster flame to it's parking stall, and Lorei shut the machine down, opening the canopy as the pressure equalised with the exterior and the atmosphere contained within the bay. The synth removed the mask around her mouth that protected her sensitive innards from vacuum and unstrapped herself before climbing out. She cast a gaze around the mecha bay, taking in with interest the variety of machines, their different forms an immediate reminder of the number of races that formed part of the Confederation. Their various pilots disembarked and stood by, and again; she was delighted and intrigued to see how varied in species her new comrades were. Her better-than-human vision caught a good sight of each, and that mix of excitement and nervousness rose within her once again.
A transport spaceplane touched down close by, and a further figure approached. She turned to get a better look at them, optically zooming in and...
A jolt ran through her; and a wash of confusion followed. Her mind spiralled; the person approaching was a Mon'nnari; she could make that out with ease. But more; the way in which they moved, the shape of their face, their horns, the piercings... something tugged at her mind, a thought she couldn't quite reconcile; that sensation of something almost out of reach. She recognised them, and there was a sense of familiarity.
But she couldn't think of why, couldn't bring to mind what it was she knew about them, how she knew them or where from, what connection she had with them... Another familiar feeling began to rise as she struggled, desperately, to recall anything, her mind racing and arriving at dead end after dead end, turning in on itself trying to make connections and recall memories that weren't there. Anxiety and panic started to rise and she hesitated, grinding her jaw and lashing her long, strong tail. Her three-fingered hands tightened around the safety railing at the edge of the platform, squeezing the metal as she stared, shifting through her memories and caught in a loop. The icons on her visor flashed and shifted changing from her 'eyes' to patterns of pixellated static and colour; until one of the techs shook her shoulder and she snapped back to reality.
"Ma'am? Are you all right? Ma'am??"
She jolted with a beep and wrestled her hands free of the railing.
It was twisted and bent out of shape.
She said nothing more, other than exchanging a glance with the confused tech as she vaulted over the railing and dropped to the floor, moving toward the growing group of pilots.

From the other end of the bay, a voice called out. "Captain on the deck!"
Gavren walked in, nodding and waving away the attention as technicians and other personnel snapped smartly to attention.
"At ease, as you were," the Cetanui captain called out as he walked toward the mecha stalls, looking up at each parked machine and then toward the newly arrived pilots.
"Rangers, your attention for a moment please; I'd like to welcome you and introduce myself"

Transformers RP

try this!
designer.microsoft.com/image-creator?…

@Lunamaria Hawke

I tried a few combinations of key words I was looking for with the style and alt-mode, but it didn't come out with anything usable... or good xD
Maybe I'm being too specific, or the AI just isn't good or well-trained enough on some things to give me a right answer.

Transformers RP

Name: Skylift

Gender/Pronouns: Female presenting/identifying, She/Her

Faction: Autobot

Species: Cybertronian; Camien

Appearance:
Skylift is a large transformer; similar in size to such outliers as Broadside, Roadbuster and other such big transformers. She has a bulky, large frame and form, heavily built and forged for great strength and stamina. Her role was envisioned as heavy logistics; moving things and bots wherever they were needed with power and ease.
She took on her Earthen Alt-mode after the survivors of Caminus were teleported to Earth.



Personality:
Skylift is a somewhat shy and introverted bot. She has a big heart to go with her big body, and her shell of shy, quiet and recessive traits hides a strong sense of justice, kindness and care.
Skylift loves the natural world, the environment and all things living. She adores and appreciates life in all its' forms, be it mechanical or organic, and the sheer diversity of it that exists across the multiverse. Protecting life, exploring it and experiencing it and enjoying it is her passion, and she can while away hours just basking in natural landscapes.
However, reluctant as she is, she will still fight when pushed and especially so to defend the same things she holds dear. She will be reluctant to kill on most occasions - but anyone, or anything that acts with cruelty or callousness toward life or otherwise abuses their power and authority to exploit others will receive the full scope of her wrath, strength and power.

Her shyness and detachment from others has lead to her being somewhat of an outcast or persona non grata in Camien society, due to her inability to find an Amica Endura within the expected ten megacycles. Despite being comfortable with her own company, she does have a quiet yearning for someone to share her love for such things with, and worries about her own inadequacies, especially in the eyes of her fellow Camiens.

Backstory:
Skylift was born out of the Camien hot spot. Her spark was a Point One Percenter type, that lead to her unusual size and stature.
The enormous size of her alt-mode and physical body lead to her being disassociated with a lot of her fellow Camiens due to the need for large scale living and working areas and so many of her peers being smaller and thus in places she couldn't easily get to. This in turn, along with her strength and durability often leading her to be clumsy and unintentionally destructive, lead to her isolation.
However, her massive size, strength, stamina and her airborne alt-mode were greatly useful in helping to move large numbers of other transformers and outsize equipment around. It was not a glamorous role, nor a particularly distinctive one or one full of glory on the battlefield - when she was faced with combat - and her lumbering aerial transport mode wasn't agile or especially fast, nor capable of flight outside of an atmosphere. However, she was still reliable, useful, and filled with an excess of stamina and strength.
One thing that did make her stand out from her fellow Camiens, however - while most Camiens eschewed the use of ranged energy weapons in favour of swords or bladed weapons to conserve energy, she adopted a solid, projectile weapon that still avoided the use of precious energy - something even more vital given her enormous size and energy consumption.

Skylift fought a few battles over her time, but avoided most of the major battles following the rediscovery of the lost colony by Cybertronians following the end of the Great War, though did end up tangling with Maximals on a few occasions. Like her fellow Camiens, she could barely avoid the fighting that erupted during Unicron's rise and the culmination of Shockwave's masterful strategies.
She evacuated to Earth via teleport with the rest of the Camien people, and has found herself in a handful of dangerous situations across various planets since then.

Alt-mode:
Skylift's alternate mode is an Earthen Airbus A400M Atlas Transport Plane.
Her original one is a similar-looking turboprop-driven heavy air transport plane.

Abilities:
Due to her large size, Skylift is able to carry several average-sized or smaller Transformers or similar-sized occupants within her cargo hold. Her internal bay is pressurized and sealed, and is thus safe for organic life-forms, even in space or underwater, even if she cannot fly in her aircraft mode in such environments.
As a Point One Percenter, she has remarkable strength, stamina and durability. She also seems to be remarkably fuel-efficient compared to other transformers of her size and power.

Weapons:
Despite her size, Skylift is surprisingly light in armaments and weapons. She has a short, retractable blade in each wrist, as well as a medium-sized, standard projectile assault rifle (which, given her size is more like a heavy machine gun or autocannon to regular size bots).
Her aircraft mode has no offensive weapons, just decoy chaff and flare launchers.