Verticus

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

My name is Jacob Lone Star Nights and I'm here to tell y'all the cowboys are boutta cow tow these vlhaks

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

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Dogfight - Evade - 13

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Lancer hit his airbrakes in order to force enough drag to shot backward past the missiles, and twisting his ailerons so that his plane was sideways. This maneuver turned the trajectory of the missiles in order to detonate on his fuselage, unfortunately for the missiles, they hit each other in front of Lancer's cockpit, where his trusty tomcat took no damage. The only real damage would be a bright light in front of him from the explosion. With a smirk beneath his helmet, he disabled his airbrakes, pushing forward the throttle, his twin engines would whine, before hitting into afterburn, on the ground below, that familiar heated-screech would sound off.

Lancer: "Next time pace your fucking battles in the soup. Angel-2 can handle herself, you white knighter."

Straightening out his plane so he wasn't viewing the world from the side anymore. Lancer took full control of his plane from there, flipping a few switches to knock off the auto stabilizers that kept hypoxia and vertigo from creeping in and ruining his flight, he flicked his nose toward the increasing size of a plane-chain of fighters, aiming toward the bogey tailing Angel-5, particularly the pilot's cockpit, he was going to plant a 20mm round right to the dome of the pilot trying to take down another Angel.

Precision Attack on Bogey - 14

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In the meantime, he decided to keep himself busy, broadcasting his intentions on the friendly channel.

Lancer: "I have a feeling I know who's leading this attack. All Angel callsigns prep for the real fight."

Lancer: "Switching channels. Ping me if you want me to hear something."

Lancer turned the dial on his transmitter with his free non-aiming hand, to an old Joint-Ops frequency he knew once upon a time.

Lancer: "Oi, you fucking queen-crotch-licking imps, I know you know when your frequencies are used."

He gave them time to be curious as to why there was a Vlhakian frequency being used in the area of operations. He knew they were busy and he wouldn't be rude and presumptuous that they weren't already on this frequency. After enough time, he spoke up again.

Lancer: "I know you hear me. I just wanted to tell you I'll be bringing you down myself, big guy."

Lancer: "I'm taking your black box and holding your whole fucking charade of a unit hostage internationally."

Lancer: "Then I'm coming for your royalty and sticking their crowns so far up their asses this attack will look like an even bigger joke."

Threat over Comms - 25

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Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

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Lancer took a look at the theater of war that was everything outside of his cockpit. It was time to kick this into gear. Already a bomber was downed, but we needed to rout them or take them all out. That was the plan. Take them all out. Angel-5 was his wingman now, from what he could understand over the radio. This was good. It would be good to show the Vlhak Lice exactly how welcome they are unnanounced in Antrea.

He had to make good use of his craft and his wingman's at the moment so that they could be as effective as they can while still in the air, and maybe even keep them in the air. He spoke on the Angel channel.

Lancer:"Keep on me Angel-5 and let's do our share."

Lancer:"Here is the plan. I'm going to lock the bomber. They're going to evade. When they go wide. You shoot their tail."

Lancer: "I'll Fox-Four the escorts, get them down. You down the bomber. If you rog, get ready."

Lancer began adjusting his targeting console in front of him, Fox-2 targeting pattern. He then changed his approach, pointing his nose right toward the trajectory of the closest bomber, flicking up the cover on the button specifically connected to his LRAAMs, the familiar beep of a lock-on began, hoping the bomber would try to get away from that lock-on.

However, his index finger was hovering over the Fox-Four, the 20mm trigger for when the escorts came to keep him from shooting down the bomber.

Lock onto bomber

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Overwatch on Escort(s)

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Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

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Moments before the raid begun, Captain Rose of the 450th was kicking back, sipping a cup of Antrean Earl Gray, reading the classifieds section of the military's newspaper, The Daily Republic. It was a day of simple protocol, flight checks, fuel checks, all easily done by talking to the aircraft maintenance personnel and copying what they said onto a status sheet. His day was, for the most part, smooth sailing from there. He set his cup down on the table he was reading at; however, the liquid within began to ripple as the cup began to shake. Something was up. Angel-1 was against low-flight training due to how easy it is to make a mistake and ruin the plane, or at the very least, the wing suspension.

That was beside the point, the cup was shaking because something was up, and Rose wanted to get to the bottom of it. He folded and set his paper down, stood, and went to the nearest window to peer in the direction of the tarmac. It was too late. It was a quick, strategic strike, but unidentified aircraft flying Vlhakian livery buzzed the airbase for onlookers in the base to witness. It was not just a simple buzz-by, it was a surgical attack. Plumes of flame and smoke burst into the sky from the initial aggressive, treatise-breaking assault. This was no time to panic, but it was exactly the time to kick the tires and light some fires.

Captain Rose ran from the chow hall to the armory to get his gear and go. Banging his hand against the keypad-locked locker that was his, he'd pop in his code, his sister's birthday, and grab his gear. Flight Vest. LOX pump. Comm Transmitter. Throat mic, and of course, his signature piece, his DAS-Tech helmet. Getting everything strapped on, fastened, and cleared, he'd open up a line to the 450th-Gravestone channel.

Lancer: "Angel-3, Captain Rose, checking in. Guess peace treaties mean nothing these days. Heading to my F-14 for Sortie and Defense."

A fresh beep let the folks listening in know he was done with the message as he was rushing himself to his hangar to kick their responsiveness back into high gear. The second he got to the side of his beauty, he hit a hardpoint to kick down the ladder and pop open the cockpit, climbing in, he'd start flipping switches, retracting his ladder, his cockpit sliding into place, electronics buzzing, soon the engine would kick on into prefire, everything would be in place for his take-off, except for the fact there were enemies in close proximity, the most dangerous time to take off. Balls be damned, swift payback was better than a stipend for doing nothing. Taxiing onto the adjacent runway, popping onto ATC-CASTLE comms.

Lancer: "Lancer taking to the skies. I better get a refund on my tea after this. A free smoke too. One for Jackson also."

Quick response was the best answer to show any aggressor that whatever they were doing wasn't going to be a steamroll of an operation. In fact, a quick response gives the defender a better chance to steamroll their opponent. Time to prove that.

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

Lancer

_{◄ 26 ▎ MALE ▎ 6'0 ►}

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

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Flight Suit

Appearance

_{P R O F I L E}

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Lancer is fierce, but a balanced warrior who enjoys combating worthy opponents, but at his core, he believes in justice and is easy to get along with. He was an agreeable youth acting out the role of one gentle in disposition yet strong in body. He has a playful attitude and takes a very carefree approach to life, but is quick to work himself into a frenzy during a heated battle. He has been known as a brave, compassionate, and likable young man. He mercilessly kills his enemies on the battlefield, but respects faith and has the nobility to never once break a promise he makes.

He enjoys fishing, hunting, and hitting on cute girls. He is a proud soldier, someone who can't abandon a fight just because he's losing. He's dangerously ready to fight until the end, for the sake of his fighting will and also for his organization. He easily loses his cool, especially to insults calling him a dog.

He's not interested in killing innocent people, though he still strictly follows the rules of the war to kill those who are ordered to the line. He's very keen on his mission and somehow professional in his "work". He's noble and he can't really stand people who're joking with him or simply betraying his trust. He's also easily touched by other's problems and if he chooses to protect someone, he will do his best until the very end, whether he succeeds or not. He really enjoys dating women or simply spending his time doing his relaxing hobbies like fishing.

He regretted nothing in his life, though it was one full of wrong turns. There may have been disappointment, but he does not regret his life one bit. His work took away the lives of his loved ones, his close friend and son, but his only regret was that it had been meant to a target he was unsuccessful in killing. Though it is impossible to swap one's life for another, he thinks fighting for a cause that may very well save a nation may allow him to leave the regrets of his previous service. He only has one complaint about this: That he never has any good luck with good women.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

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Born on October 19 to a family dedicated to the War-Industrial Complex established in the Vlhakian Kingdom. The youngest of four, most of his family were menial factory workers, producing machines of war for the Kingdom. By his fourth birthday, his family became persona-non-grata due to having knowledge of the weapons and secrets without proper authorization of having this information. Nathaniel was left in his childhood with fond memories of constantly moving, running, and hiding. He could not call the Vlhakian kingdom his home.

Nathaniel after coming of age worked hard in public schooling alongside the indigenous peoples of Antrea. As soon as he was old enough to depart from normal schooling and enter one of the Antrean Military Academies, he would do so, both so that he may start off in the right direction to correct the reputation of his family's name, and to keep his remaining family safe and sound. Nothing said that more than learning the trades of a soldier and placing his surviving mother and sister into protected military housing.

Nothing else was truly on his mind except graduating with proper certifications. By his 20th birthday, Nathaniel had graduated after diligent studying, trial and error, stress, lapses of judgement, and well-needed encouragement from his family with the certification to pilot military-grade aircraft and to be a properly functioning warfighter. For four years, Nathaniel tagged along with a neutral-territory fighting Private Military Company, 'Providence', a warfighter group operating in the western reaches fighting in neutral or black-labeled areas for resource claims and land grabs for business and nation alike.

At age 23, Nathaniel took part in Operation Sledgehammer as an Element of the Providence task force for a PMC-Vlhakian joint operation, a night task to lethally remove dissenting and seditious individuals from Antrean settlement. The operation went without a hitch and was performed well under the cover of night, the targets, however, were undisclosed other than their location. The targets Nathaniel had received, were, unfortunately, a childhood friend from his school years in Antrea, and his newborn son, who was killed due to proximity to the target. Nathaniel was conflicted from the outcome of this operation, which caused him to impulsively lash out and resign from his contracting work, and sate his lust for revenge on those who manipulated him, the Kingdom of Vlhakia. Resigned from Providence, he decided to join the Antrean military, and push back against such a horrible power.

Due to his survival on the field, being adept in combat, and having formal military education, Nathaniel found himself at the age of 24 in service for the AADF, and at age 26 finding himself as a Captain in the Antrean Air Defense Force performing both roles as a pilot and theater tactician.


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Family

Franklin Rose - Father - A factory worker who worked hard to support the family while he was still alive.
Anastasia Rose - Mother - A wonderful woman who has imparted a large amount of knowledge and morals with Nathaniel.
Sophia Rose - Sister - The second youngest of four, a great friend as well as sister, timid, but homeworthy.
Rupert Rose - Brother - The eldest of four, a machine worker who was executed due to accusations of espionage.
Bradamante Rose - Brother - The second oldest of four, also a machine worker executed due to seditious accusations.

Childhood

Diethardt Brasen - Friend - Grew up with Nathaniel in school, close friends who helped each other out of sticky situations. Currently deceased.

_{S K I L L S}

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Gifted(+5): Dogfighting - Multirole , Military Science
Adept(+4): Marksmanship, Firearms, SERE
Average(+3): Crafting, Perception, Persuade
Novice(+2): Stealth, Breaking-and-Entering, Pickpocket, Foreign Language

Languages:
Antrean - Fluent
Vlhakian - Semi-Literate
Delrosian - Working Knowledge

_{A I R - C R A F T}

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F-14D Super Tomcat - MULTI-ROLE Class

20mm, LRAAM

A large carrier-based fighter that can carry long-range anti-air missiles. Its automatic variable wings allow for superior combat at all speeds and altitudes. Its unofficial nickname, "Super Tomcat," is derived from the A-model.

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Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

AMRAAM > LRAAM

sorry

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

Here is my CS GM bud Mr. Stank

CS

_{◄ 26 ▎ MALE ▎ 6'0 ►}

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

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Flight Suit

Appearance

_{P R O F I L E}

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Lancer is fierce, but a balanced warrior who enjoys combating worthy opponents, but at his core, he believes in justice and is easy to get along with. He was an agreeable youth acting out the role of one gentle in disposition yet strong in body. He has a playful attitude and takes a very carefree approach to life, but is quick to work himself into a frenzy during a heated battle. He has been known as a brave, compassionate, and likable young man. He mercilessly kills his enemies on the battlefield, but respects faith and has the nobility to never once break a promise he makes.

He enjoys fishing, hunting, and hitting on cute girls. He is a proud soldier, someone who can't abandon a fight just because he's losing. He's dangerously ready to fight until the end, for the sake of his fighting will and also for his organization. He easily loses his cool, especially to insults calling him a dog.

He's not interested in killing innocent people, though he still strictly follows the rules of the war to kill those who are ordered to the line. He's very keen on his mission and somehow professional in his "work". He's noble and he can't really stand people who're joking with him or simply betraying his trust. He's also easily touched by other's problems and if he chooses to protect someone, he will do his best until the very end, whether he succeeds or not. He really enjoys dating women or simply spending his time doing his relaxing hobbies like fishing.

He regretted nothing in his life, though it was one full of wrong turns. There may have been disappointment, but he does not regret his life one bit. His work took away the lives of his loved ones, his close friend and son, but his only regret was that it had been meant to a target he was unsuccessful in killing. Though it is impossible to swap one's life for another, he thinks fighting for a cause that may very well save a nation may allow him to leave the regrets of his previous service. He only has one complaint about this: That he never has any good luck with good women.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

---

Born on October 19 to a family dedicated to the War-Industrial Complex established in the Vlhakian Kingdom. The youngest of four, most of his family were menial factory workers, producing machines of war for the Kingdom. By his fourth birthday, his family became persona-non-grata due to having knowledge of the weapons and secrets without proper authorization of having this information. Nathaniel was left in his childhood with fond memories of constantly moving, running, and hiding. He could not call the Vlhakian kingdom his home.

Nathaniel after coming of age worked hard in public schooling alongside the indigenous peoples of Antrea. As soon as he was old enough to depart from normal schooling and enter one of the Antrean Military Academies, he would do so, both so that he may start off in the right direction to correct the reputation of his family's name, and to keep his remaining family safe and sound. Nothing said that more than learning the trades of a soldier and placing his surviving mother and sister into protected military housing.

Nothing else was truly on his mind except graduating with proper certifications. By his 20th birthday, Nathaniel had graduated after diligent studying, trial and error, stress, lapses of judgement, and well-needed encouragement from his family with the certification to pilot military-grade aircraft and to be a properly functioning warfighter. For four years, Nathaniel tagged along with a neutral-territory fighting Private Military Company, 'Providence', a warfighter group operating in the western reaches fighting in neutral or black-labeled areas for resource claims and land grabs for business and nation alike.

At age 23, Nathaniel took part in Operation Sledgehammer as an Element of the Providence task force for a PMC-Vlhakian joint operation, a night task to lethally remove dissenting and seditious individuals from Antrean settlement. The operation went without a hitch and was performed well under the cover of night, the targets, however, were undisclosed other than their location. The targets Nathaniel had received, were, unfortunately, a childhood friend from his school years in Antrea, and his newborn son, who was killed due to proximity to the target. Nathaniel was conflicted from the outcome of this operation, which caused him to impulsively lash out and resign from his contracting work, and sate his lust for revenge on those who manipulated him, the Kingdom of Vlhakia. Resigned from Providence, he decided to join the Antrean military, and push back against such a horrible power.

Due to his survival on the field, being adept in combat, and having formal military education, Nathaniel found himself at the age of 24 in service for the AADF, and at age 26 finding himself as a Captain in the Antrean Air Defense Force performing both roles as a pilot and theater tactician.

_{M E M O R I E S}

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Family

Franklin Rose - Father - A factory worker who worked hard to support the family while he was still alive.
Anastasia Rose - Mother - A wonderful woman who has imparted a large amount of knowledge and morals with Nathaniel.
Sophia Rose - Sister - The second youngest of four, a great friend as well as sister, timid, but homeworthy.
Rupert Rose - Brother - The eldest of four, a machine worker who was executed due to accusations of espionage.
Bradamante Rose - Brother - The second oldest of four, also a machine worker executed due to seditious accusations.

Childhood

Diethardt Brasen - Friend - Grew up with Nathaniel in school, close friends who helped each other out of sticky situations. Currently deceased.

_{S K I L L S}

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Gifted(+5): Dogfighting - Multirole , Military Science
Adept(+4): Marksmanship, Firearms, SERE
Average(+3): Crafting, Perception, Persuade
Novice(+2): Stealth, Breaking-and-Entering, Pickpocket, Foreign Language

Languages:
Antrean - Fluent
Vlhakian - Semi-Literate
Delrosian - Working Knowledge

_{A I R - C R A F T}

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F-14D Super Tomcat - MULTI-ROLE Class

20mm, LRAAM

A large carrier-based fighter that can carry long-range anti-air missiles. Its automatic variable wings allow for superior combat at all speeds and altitudes. Its unofficial nickname, "Super Tomcat," is derived from the A-model.

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Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

This isnt starsiege

Muv-luv Alternative | Rising Horizon (OPEN)

Sigismund Ehrenfeld

__________________________________________________________ Name |Sigismund Ehrenfeld __________________________________________________________ Gender | Male __________________________________________________________ Age | 20 __________________________________________________________ Nationality | German __________________________________________________________ Service | United Nations Armed Forces __________________________________________________________ Rank | First Lieutenant __________________________________________________________ Experience | Veteran __________________________________________________________ Physical Profile __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 177 cm • Weight | 65.61 kg • Build | Mesomorphic Swimmer's Build • Hair Colour | Blonde • Eye Colour | Steel Blue TSF __________________________________________________________ [+] • Type | EF-2000 • Role | Strike Vanguard • Loadout • 2x GWS-9 Assault Gun • 4x36mm and 2x120mm Magazines • 2x BWS-8 Flugelberte • 2x Close Combat Dagger • Blade Edged Armor: Head Sensor, Forearms & Feet Extra __________________________________________________________ [+] • Theme • Hates deep water. • Enjoys cats and being around them. • Has Harsh Insomnia.

Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Silent • Literal • Honest • Blunt • Stoic • Contemplative Sigis is a quiet and analytical man who has absolutely no social tact to any degree. This in of itself has gotten him into many fights with fellow allies in the UN and added onto the 'battle' scars littering his body. He has decided saying more through less is better for both him and those around him and will do so. He will do what is needed of him and tell those who look to him for answers what is needed of them, even if he doesn't have the fluffiest words to soothe their hearts. He is more at home on the field than anywhere else, mostly due to him not needing to pay any attention to social tact when following and giving orders as well as piloting his machine, whichever falls into his jurisdiction. History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Born on October 19, 1984 to a family dedicated to the War-Industrial Complex established in Western Germany. The youngest of four, most of his family was dedicated to the factories producing machines of war for both themselves and their supporting Allies. By 1985, his family became refugees due to overwhelming BETA incursions on Western Germany, leaving only carnage and horror burned as the only real memories Sigis has of his homeland. Resorted to be raised in Refugee-Humanitarian housing in Britain, where all he had left after fleeing to the British Isles were his mother and older sister. He was raised with a burning hatred for the snuffed life of the rest of his family to the BETA. Sigis after turning of age began to work hard in public schooling alongside the indigenous peoples of Britain as well as the other European survivors who were taken after fleeing from their countries, nations, and homes because of the BETA. As soon as he was old enough to depart from normal schooling and enter one of the British Military-Pilot Academies, he would do so, both so that he may start off in the right direction to take out this pent up lust for revenge against the BETA, and keep his remaining family safe. Nothing said that more than becoming a pilot and placing his mother and sister into protected military housing. Nothing else was truly on his mind except graduating and leaving the pilot's rung of the academy with his certification to operate a TSF. At the end of the year of 2000 Sigis had graduated after diligent studying, trial and error, stress, lapses of judgement, and well-needed encouragement from his family, had obtained the certification to fully pilot a TSF under the United Nations Armed Forces. For a year, he had been under live-fire training courses due to extended retention programs the UN had enacted to keep their TSF pilots from being another statistic in the extreme mortality rates of being a pilot. After a full year of such training, Sigis in November of 2001 is deployed to the Mediterranean Theater along the Sicily Absolute Defense Line, performing surgical strikes against any hyperactive BETA or strategic raids with large TSF groups to prevent full-scale assaults on the line. Sigis experienced the casualties of those around him over and over again in these strikes, sorties, and raids to keep the BETA at bay. As of April 10, 2003, Sigis took part in Operation Sledgehammer as an Element of the TSF assault force for the UN-Japan joint operation, though humanity had faced losses, Sigis survived to see the Hive become suppressed under the watchful eye of both the United Nations and the Imperial Japanese Forces. Due to his Survival of being on the field and the aptitude of his combat performance, Sigismund found himself transferred to the 212th Tactical Armored Battalion, where he is now, having the expectations of stopping the BETA threat once and for all more than ever with this new assignment.