Shadow Daedalus

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

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

"Likewise, Lieutenant..." He pauses for only the briefest of moments to read the name tag of the younger pilot; having only been given a short briefing on the other members of Cobalt Haze he couldn't place a name to a face instantly just yet. "Martinez. Unfortunately, I can't say I might recognise your mother; I only flew the missions I was given, I didn't get involved with any politics... We can talk more about our technical specs later, after the briefing is over..."

In response to Mykhailo's outspoken opposition to the former heart of the Soviet Union, Illya wasn't sure how to respond and simply deflected the topic. In contrast to the other man, he possessed no such strong feelings toward Russia; It was his Father's homeland, but he felt no strong attachment to it even before Heavensfall, and after Heavensfall he was more concerned with trying to re-unite and rebuild what was left of Ukraine than he was worried about the fate of the other Soviet Nations. If anything, he felt put a little on-the-spot about it, like a schoolboy called to answer a question he had no answer for...

Empire of the Clouds

Urses Mallory

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When the call that Custospada had been sighted had reached Urses, he had been trying to rest in the wake of everything that had happened the day before. With his ad-hoc medical bay set up in one cabin, he had claimed another cabin adjacent to it for his own use but he had sparsely any personal effects to really 'claim' it with. His rifle propped up against the bedframe, bolt removed and hidden separately to prevent any enterprising betrayers from using it against him, and his coat draped over the back of the chair were all he had, but they served well enough; There was no way of telling how long they would all be aboard this makeshift lifeboat but he didn't want to risk getting too comfortable.

Rest hadn't come readily to the Favisian, his mind caught between visions of his Unit's grisly fate and his worries for the immediate future, worries of both enemies within and without. The first, Shell Shock he believed the medical journals called it, he could better ignore but the poison of suspicion was harder to push aside... A dreamless sleep had claimed him eventually, but it was hardly refreshing.

When he arrived at the Gondola, the others were already divvying out roles between those that would enter the fortress and those that would remain, and it was here that he inserted himself into the discussion. "I'll also set out with those on the ground. I don't know if anyone else has any medical expertise, of which would be a great help, but it would make more sense for me to be in a better position to render immediate aid in case this is a trap and someone is injured. I'm no help to anyone if I'm stuck on the ship."

Receiving no opposition to his statement, he began assisting the more technically-minded crew with setting down before excusing himself to assemble a field kit and retrieve his weapons in preparation for touchdown. Rifle, Sidearm and spare magazines for each, Urses returns to the larger group not long before they reach the ground and makes to disembark with the rest of them.

Empire of the Clouds

@Dyelli Beybi I can, it'll probably help with organising stuff

Empire of the Clouds

Lmk if anything needs editing, I threw that together so Urses was at least introduced before the story progressed too far without him lol

Empire of the Clouds

Urses Mallory

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'Today is just getting more and more difficult...' was the prevailing thought of one Corporal Urses Mallory as he ducked behind the burnt out wreck of a motorcar, just in time to avoid the attention of a squad of red-banded Insurrectionists dressed in a mix of military garb and civilian clothes but all bearing weapons and the obvious intent to use them as they ran past. When he was first given the posting in Inbur, it was supposed to be relatively smooth sailing; Work along aside the rest of his small unit as part of joint training with the various Inburian Militaries' associated Medical Corps, bolster a co-operative between the two nations, maybe cozy up with some of the local women and at the end, collect a nice pay bump when he got back to base in Favis...

Instead, the Calarians and their Communualist allies within the Empire had struck the city fast and hard while Urses was supposed to be enjoying a day's leave. He'd returned to his post as soon as he could, but the revolutionaries had been both brutal and effective; They must've attacked the outpost before the soldiers inside had been able to mount an effective defense and had ultimately overwhelmed them. By the time Urses had arrived most of his unit were dead and any survivors must have been scattered to the wind, but based on the number of bodies he'd stepped over, they'd made those damn Communalists bleed for every inch. Without a command structure or any clear goal, he'd gathered whatever supplies he could, including enough to build a rather comprehensive if rough-shod medical kit, and set out to make his escape.

He'd spied the silhouette of Zeppelin #27 through the smoke, but he had decided to try more conventional means of escape first; Better to have the 'hail-mary' option until all others failed, he'd thought. Undoubtedly, others had noticed the airship but there was a decent chance that also included the insurrectionists and/or their Calarian allies, and the rebels certainly wouldn't want to leave an asset like that unsecured for long... Lady Luck, however, seemed to have other ideas. With Calarians surrounding one side of the city and the panicked rush of fleeing civilians cloying all escape routes on the other, Urses found the decision being made for him as he bit back every curse on his tongue to avoid being spotted.

As the roaming squad moved on, so did Urses as he scrambled out from behind the wreck and made his way toward the Military Zeppelin Base. As he drew closer, he could see mooring lines beginning to fall away and bit back even more curses in lieu of running faster. Even as his legs started to hurt and his throat burned, he didn't allow himself to slow until he saw what he could only hope were more escapees; He clocked the weapons that some of them carried, but between the lack of red armbands and the fact they were obviously prepping the airship to leave he dared let himself hope they weren't going to gun him down on sight. Slowing his pace as he neared, he raised his hands to show he wasn't holding either of the weapons he was carrying as he called out to whoever would answer him. His obviously Favisian accent was hopefully enough to disuade them from shooting him outright at the very least..

"HEY, Hold up a minute! Corporal Urses Mallory, Royal Army Medical Corps. Is anyone hurt?"

Empire of the Clouds

Urses Mallory

Character Description

Name: Urses Mallory
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Nationality: Favis
Appearance:

Appearance

Slightly taller than average at 5'10" and well-built thanks to his career of military service, with naturally unruly dark brown hair pulled back into a scruffy ponytail to keep the worst of it out of his grey-blue eyes.
Personal Effects:

• .303 Favis Rifle No.1 MK III (and appropriate ammunition) [IRL Equivalent: SMLE Rifle MK III]
• 7.8mm Favis Pistol No.5 (and appropriate ammunition) [IRL Equivalent: Bergmann No.5 Pistol]
• Leather Satchel containing medical supplies 'recovered' from military stores
• Casual Civilian attire

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Background:

What is your job Combat Medical Technician, Royal Favis Army
Backstory: Originally from a lower-class background as the son of a labourer and a nurse, Urses had done what many young men in his position had done before him; he had enlisted in the army to improve his lot in life, leveraging his mother's career as a nurse to get himself into training with the Medical Corps on the idea that skilled positions merited higher pay. He had a fairly unremarkable early career, aside from frequent but minor clashes with officers over protocol vs practicality and moral disputes.

Until recently, Urses had found himself in Inbur as part of a unit of the medical corps sent over to take part in joint training with the Empire's own military medical corps, sharing medical techniques and new technologies in the name of maintaining co-operation between the two nations. He had actually been on temporary leave when the insurrectionists struck and barely had time to get back to his post and recover whatever equipment he could grab before they could overrun his position, before then looking to make his way to the only means of escape he would see: the floating behemoth still docked to the Zeppelin Mast...

Empire of the Clouds

Urses Mallory

Character Description

Name: Urses Mallory
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Nationality: Favis
Appearance:

Appearance

Slightly taller than average at 5'10" and well-built thanks to his career of military service, with naturally unruly dark brown hair pulled back into a scruffy ponytail to keep the worst of it out of his grey-blue eyes.
Personal Effects:

• .303 Favis Rifle No.1 MK III (and appropriate ammunition) [IRL Equivalent: SMLE Rifle MK III]
• 7.8mm Favis Pistol No.5 (and appropriate ammunition) [IRL Equivalent: Bergmann No.5 Pistol]
• Leather Satchel containing medical supplies 'recovered' from military stores
• Casual Civilian attire

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Background:

What is your job Combat Medical Technician, Royal Favis Army
Backstory: Originally from a lower-class background as the son of a labourer and a nurse, Urses had done what many young men in his position had done before him; he had enlisted in the army to improve his lot in life, leveraging his mother's career as a nurse to get himself into training with the Medical Corps on the idea that skilled positions merited higher pay. He had a fairly unremarkable early career, aside from frequent but minor clashes with officers over protocol vs practicality and moral disputes.

Until recently, Urses had found himself in Inbur as part of a unit of the medical corps sent over to take part in joint training with the Empire's own military medical corps, sharing medical techniques and new technologies in the name of maintaining co-operation between the two nations. He had actually been on temporary leave when the insurrectionists struck and barely had time to get back to his post and recover whatever equipment he could grab before they could overrun his position, before then looking to make his way to the only means of escape he would see: the floating behemoth still docked to the Zeppelin Mast...

Sorry for the delay, this has been sat half-written for far too long and I finally got round to finishing it off. Fun fact, his last name was originally Carter, but I saw that we now have a Carter already and decided to change it to avoid giving someone a distant cousin they didn't ask for haha

Empire of the Clouds - A Zepellin Crew RP

...Just gonna express my interest here before the OOC goes up, if y'all will have me. Are you also going for a low-key dieselpunk vibe as well, or is it just low-fantasy 1912?

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

Ok, first post is up, please lmk if anything needs adjusting or trimming and I'll get right on it in the morning

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

March 12th, 2014
Malta Defence Forces HQ > Men's Barracks, Shattered Steel HQ
Luqa International Airport
Malta, The Mediterranean

The rest of the squadron were already bunked down for the night as their final member touched down on the tarmac and taxied to the area set aside for his aircraft. A somehow even more last-minute addition, Illya had been reassigned to Cobalt Haze as the second replacement for the two pilots that had to drop out of the operation before they'd even left The Forge. Because it had been so last-minute though, There wasn't enough time for all the necessary preps and checks to be complete before the rest of the squadron went wheels-up, so he hadn't been able to leave with them...

The flight over was uneventful, but he didn't mind. It was peaceful, and quiet. Once he was back on terra-firma, he'd wasted no time before squaring things away with the ground crew and making for the Barracks to rest for the following day's operation. Seeking not to disturb the others in the room already asleep, he moved carefully and deliberately to the bunk in the quietest corner of the room and finally settled in for the night...

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

Illya was not happy. Perhaps it was his late addition to the team, but something had gone wrong or been forgotten and it had resulted in his wake-up call being neglected and he had very nearly missed the briefing. Hardly the best way to make a first impression, he'd gotten ready as quickly as he could and hauled ass to the briefing room, only to narrowly avoid having the door closed in his face; A quiet apology later, he slipped into the back of the room quietly to catch as much of the briefing as he could but he picked up on a glaring detail as the room lights flicked back on and, after taking a moment to swallow his nerves, spoke up as he offered a quick salute.

"Lt. Illya Sokolov, sir. I apologise for my late arrival, but I was under the impression you had already received my dossier and wished to ask about my role in the operation."