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| Dirk Ralthar Posts: 39/328 |
*John's fighter banks to his left, lasers passing harmlessly a half-inch from his fighter. Rolling the fighter to the right, he crossed it's path again, the alien attempts to match the manuever only to slam headlong into another alien craft that was chasing a rapier. Both of the green hued vessels explode into a blazing ball of superheated gasses. With a quick glance around, he saw a stiletto explode, a missile piercing the fusilage in a head to head (Dragon 5). With a quick roll and turn, he oriented on the alien that fired. Switching to the missile pods, he repaid the pilot in kind, a pair of the light missiles taking the fighter in it's port side. The warning light indicating a hostile missile lock flares, and a second later 3 missiles hurtle past his cockpit, missing his fighter by under a foot. Locking the acceleration at maximum again, he fires a burn straight at one of the enemy warships in the distance. The Draken Fyre emties salvo after salvo of heavy laser and particle cannon shots into the smaller vessels shields. Four fighters drop onto John's six, attempting to match his speed.*
_______________________________________ *The hammers break through the far side of the massive dogfight, clear skies before them. They reach the atmosphere a short time later.* | ||||||||||||||||
| FX Posts: 650/3775 |
On'ver quickly ducks down as a rocket sails over him. He fires a burst at the ship that had shot at him. The shots connect and the ship goes down, colliding into one of it's teamates.
Pistol: 20/3 Missiles: 16/16 Bullets: 6990/7000 Dragon Team: 1 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 | ||||||||||||||||
| Dirk Ralthar Posts: 36/328 |
OOC: Spartan, I take it you want to be a pilot too... if you do you need to be in the Starforce, and your equipment would shift quite a bit... you rank would increase however...also... there is no Crimson Dawn Squadron on the Draken Fyre the Stiletto Squadron is Dragon Squadron, the Rapier Squad is Phalanx Squadron. Space corps operates Extra-vehicular. In the early moments of battle, you will be strapped onto a stiletto or Rapier, until first contact with the enemy at which point you would separate from the fighter and attempt to destroy ememy fighters, or board their capital ship. I will assume you are going to starforce for piloting... that would make you a lieutenant, in the position of Dragon 8, you have the same equipment as FX. Oh, and FX, you are dragon 2. John is Dragon Leader, a.k.a. Dragon 1.
IC: *John's voice comes over the comm.* Dammit Dragon 8, get your ass back in formation... *And then you catch him saying something under his breath.* Who the hell picked this squadron anyway? *After the last of the Dragons was out of the hanger, Phalanx squadron launches... They form up in a protected position behind the stilettos, with a lot fewer problems than Dragon Squadron had. The fighters quickly outdistance the slower shuttles and the even slower Draken Fyre. Thus far, the three alien vessels in the distance have not responded to the CFS Destroyer or the fighters launching from it. Suddenly, all of the RADAR scanners light up with targets scrambling from the largest of the ships. Easily 200 small ships have deployed from it and are angling in for the oncoming Stilettos and Rapiers.* ______________________________________ *Dirk stands at the back of the shuttle, his chosen spot onboard. He is giving orders over the comm channel.* Alright listen up. When we hit the beach, I want everyone to get their lazy asses off this boat. I don't want to have to write anymore letters home after this than I absolutely need to. *He breaks down the group in the shuttle into eight five-man teams based on their positions within the shuttle. The other four in his group are Slade, the Maltharian twins Kendrick and Kenneren, and a Shrak-Ta named Sskul'* When you hit the beach, we do this by the book, move in concert and keep each other covered. The medic team is to stay near the center of the entire unit unless someone needs their assistance. Keep them alive, and they will keep you... *He pauses as the pilot cuts in over the channel.* Strap yourselves in back there boys and girls. We have incoming, and they don't look like they are coming out to offer us tea and cake. *Dirk straps in just as the alien fighters come within range of Dragon Squadron. He links into the Hammer's interface net, looking through the cameras positioned on the bow of the shuttle as the fighters open up.* _________________________________ *John shouts over the comm.* All units fire at will, keep them off the shuttles. Attack Pattern Alpha. *(Attack Pattern Alpha is essentially a chaos pattern, pretty much each pilot is left figure out what to do on his own.) John's fighter lunges forward as he slams the accelerator to max. Other fighters pull off in other directions, firing lasers into the onrushing formation, the blue energy pulses flaring in the darkness.* | ||||||||||||||||
| Spartan Posts: 1079/1569 |
Icav Ribe hit the hatch close on his stiletto and activates the comm system for his sqaudron.
"Crimson Dawn Sqaudron get your asses into gear there is a war down there and those lousy ground pounders need our help." Icav hits the ignition and his sqaudron follows he jams the throttle forward and hits the afterburners shooting past dragon sqaudron and begines escorting the dropping troopships down to the planet ------------------------------------ Pistols 20/5 20/5 CGGP/L Combat Rifle 90/2 AP 40/2 PP's Combat Knife 1/1 Missiles 16/16 Bullets 7000/7000 Crimson Dawn Sqaudron Leader 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 | ||||||||||||||||
| FX Posts: 634/3775 |
((no, I'm Dragon One, and John Ralthar is Dragon Leader. Don't know if you are in the same squadron though...))
On'ver hit the ignition on his ship. The engine roared to life. He slowly pulled up and the ship rose about 10 feet above the floor of the ship. He hit the throttle, and flew out of the hanger, past his commander, John Ralthar. "Damn it, On'ver, fall back and keep in formation." The commander yelled at him over the comm. "Sorry, John." He quickly pulled back and fell in beside John. "And don't call me John. As long as we are on duty, I am your commanding officer." ((is it okay that I do dialogue for John?)) Pistol: 20/3 Missiles: 16/16 Bullets: 7000/7000 Dragon Team: Leader 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 | ||||||||||||||||
| Spartan Posts: 1077/1569 |
OOC: Am I dragon 1 or shall I go and form a new sqaudron? | ||||||||||||||||
| Dirk Ralthar Posts: 25/328 |
*Dirk looks at the bulkhead behind Slade, thinking back over the years.*
Too many times corporal. And don't call me sir, 'Sir' is for the higher ups, lieutnant or El-Tee will be fine or just Dirk if you really feel comfortable with that... though I may be forced to hit you if you do. Stay close to me and follow my lead, we should get through this just fine. *The sound of the subspace engines in the background shuts off as the Draken Fyre re-enters real space. The hanger bay doors open to show a tundra world in the distance, two ships in orbit around it.* -------------------------------------------- *John Ralthar's voice sounds over the Comm in all of the stilettos and rapiers in the hanger.* Bridge, this is Dragon Leader requesting permission to launch and kick some ass. *The response from the bridge is almost immediate.* Dragon Leader you are cleared for launch. *Down the hanger from On'ver, the stiletto that is Dragon Leader lifts off the deck and then blasts through the open hanger doors. The rest of Dragon squadron as well as Phalanx Squadron blast after him. As well as a few of the Hammers. -------------------------------------------- *A surge of motion rocks all of the troopers in the Hammer, and a rifle slips out of someone's hand near the front of the shuttle, sliding torwards the back. Dirk stops it with his foot when it reaches him, the shouts out.* Who the Hell lost their rifle already!? We havn't even touched down and you can't seem to hang onto it. *Somebody calls back.* Sorry El-Tee. Didn't expect the acceleration. Yeah, private, you won't be expecting my foot up your ass either. But it could happen if you drop it again. *Dirk leans over and picks up the rifle, passing it back down the line to private that dropped it.* OOC: FX you have 16 missiles, 7000 bullets (fired in 10 - 15 round bursts) and a more or less unlimited supply of laser power for your fighter. And you are Dragon 2, not Dragon 1... just a heads up. | ||||||||||||||||
| Jobes Posts: 426/453 |
Slade looks up from checking his CGGP/L Combat Rifle at the Lieutenant Dirk Ralthar. He clicked the cartridge back in as Lt. Ralthar beings to talk.
"First time in real combat, Sir. I don't plan on making it my last time neither, Sir" Slade watches the men check ther pistols and the rifles. "Sir, how many times have you been in combat?" 12 mm pistol 20/3 CGGP/L Combat Rifle Armor Piercing 90/2 3 powerpacks with charge for 40 laser shots each And my trusty Combat Knife 1/1 | ||||||||||||||||
| FX Posts: 618/3775 |
Captain On'ver Atael'o sat in the cockpit of his stiletto. He flicked a few switches, and the console came to life. He checked the gauges. Everthing seemed to be in order, although he was a little low on fuel. He leaned out of the cockpit and called out to the crew. They quickly responded and moved around his ship. He took his mic off of its hook over his shoulder, and put it in his ear.
"Dragon Team this is Dragon One, please respond." The rest of his team responded in order, "Dragon Leader, this is Dragon Two." Throuout all twelve of his squadmates. "All right then Dragon Team," He said once they all were ready, "Prep for takeoff." ((I will be keeping track of my weapons like this: Weapon: shots left in clip/clips remaining and my squad like this Dragon Team: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 Strikethrough means their dead)) Pistol: 20/3 Missiles: 16/16 Bullets: 7000/7000 Dragon Team: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 | ||||||||||||||||
| Dirk Ralthar Posts: 19/328 |
OOC: And so the Antolan Wars begin... yes... it would be helpfull if you kept a tally of shots fired at the bottom of a post during a battle.
IC: *VISUAL - A Maltharian exploration ship in orbit over an ocean world. A small probe drops from the ship heading torwards the surface. The view shifts to the bride wear several men and women are at work at their stations. On the viewscreen, several coppery colored ships seem to appear out of nowhere. The young maltharian woman sitting at the ships radar console looks over her shoulder and alerts the captain.* *VISUAL - A planet spanning city with massive viewscreens lit up on every street corner. The image on all of them is that of the ship's Captain. The same image shows across all the known inhabitted worlds. The captain is speaking. This is the Explorer Star Farer and we have come across several starships from an unknown race. We are attempting to establish comunications now. In the background, a voice says something that wasn't carried across to the planets. The captain stepped away from the camera and comfirmed what the person was saying. The camera adjusts focus on the space in the distance. There is a bright flare from a small ship in the distance, and a few moments later all of the screens go to static.* *Three days later - VISUAL - President Hembeck of the Maltharian Republic is adressing the worlds. As of 8:30 AM this morning, an alliance has been formed. All military functions will be transfered over in the first true interstellar war in our history. As of 8:30 AM CFS has been born, and we are at war with these strange alien invaders. A military expedition will be leaving Malthar space in four hours. They will retake the Heltan system. To the men and women of all races embarking on this mission... Good luck, and may the gods watch over you all... *Two weeks later - onboard the Draken Fyre - All of the crew is preparing for battle. Starforce pilots are running through simulations to hone their skills, Space Corpsmen and Marines are training in the weightroom and the ship's firing range. Navy personel are confirming the readiness of all weapons systems and are preparing to bring the ship's shields online at a moment's notice. The Captain's voice blares over the ships intercom.* This is Captain Zeck Grondlar. All hands prepare for realspace re-entry. *Everyone goes to their pre-assigned posts for the upcoming mission. The marines are in the Hammer Landing crafts in the hangerbay in full combat armor and weapons. Many are checking their rifles and pistols, making sure they are loaded and clear. They pilots are running through the preflight checklists and preparing to launch. Each Hammer has a six wheeled AGAV (Armored Ground Assault Vehicle) in the cargo hold. Pilots are strapped into their fighters and are powering up the weapons systems while Space corpsmen are fixed to the fighters' wings to get them closer to any enemy ships or stations. Lieutenant Dirk Ralthar is sitting directly across from Slade in the second Hammer. He looks up from his rifle.* This your first time in combat Corporal? | ||||||||||||||||
| FX Posts: 537/3775 |
so, do we have to keep track of how many shots we have fired?
also, maybe this should be moved to discussion... EDIT: which ship do we have? also, this may sound stupid, but would i be able to use my wings in space? | ||||||||||||||||
| Dirk Ralthar Posts: 12/328 |
Both Space Corps guys have specialized EV armor. Equipped with manueverig jets, it is designed to keep you from drifting off, also has a rig that allows you to attatch to the wings of a Stiletto or Rapier for greater speed early in a battle, or for recovery should you end up lost.
On'Ver's armor also has a set up in the back to cover his wings, the can still extend fully, but are protected from the hard vacuum of space. EDIT: I will start this on Sunday if it has not filled up by then, after that anyone that wants to join will need to PM me and give me a character setup with race, name, branch, and (if in the Marines or Space Corps.) a specialization. | ||||||||||||||||
| FX Posts: 509/3775 |
Name: On'ver Atael'o
Rank: Captain Weapons: Pistol and combat knife Armor:Flight suit Spartan |
Posts: 1055/1569 Name: Icav Ribe( He is my main in SWG and I like the name.)
| Rank: Lance Corpral Weapons : Standard issue combat knife, 2 12mm Pistols with space suppression mod , 5 20 round magazines each. 1 CGGP/L Combat Rifle with 2 90 round AP magazines and 2 40 shot powerpacks. Clothes: ??? Dirk Ralthar |
Posts: 9/328 Spartan will be a Lance Corporal, equipment includes a Standard issue combat knife, 2 12mm Pistols with space suppression mod (doesn't alter direction in zero-G), 5 20 round magazines each. 1 CGGP/L Combat Rifle with 2 90 round AP magazines and 2 40 shot powerpacks. | Jobes |
Posts: 416/453 Name: Slade
| Rank: Corporal Weapons: a CGGP/L Combat Rifle with Sniper modification (a 20x magnification instead of the standard 10x), 5 30 round sniper magazines compatible with single and 3-round burst fire, 2 90 round Armor Piercing magazines compatible with all modes of fire (single, 3-round burst, and full auto), 3 powerpacks with charge for 40 laser shots each, one standard issue combat knife, and one standard issue 12 mm pistol with 3 20 round magazines Clothes: 1 suit of combat armor Spartan |
Posts: 1054/1569 Edited | Dirk Ralthar |
Posts: 6/328 Spartan, Navy personel don't have a weapon specialization... also as Navy, I must say... you would have a minor role in the storyline, for the most part, the Navy is there as a transport service. | Spartan |
Posts: 1051/1569 I will be a Maltharian 5'8", Space Corp with a Projectile hand gun specialization if okay.
| ninja edit: Screw that then Dirk Ralthar |
Posts: 5/328 Oh. Also, if I could get character names, that would help.
| So far Jobes will be a Corporal and will be armed with a single CGGP/L Combat Rifle with Sniper modification (a 20x magnification instead of the standard 10x), 5 30 round sniper magazines compatible with single and 3-round burst fire, 2 90 round Armor Piercing magazines compatible with all modes of fire (single, 3-round burst, and full auto), 3 powerpacks with charge for 40 laser shots each, one standard issue combat knife, and one standard issue 12 mm pistol with 3 20 round magazines, and 1 suit of combat armor (includes activated camo to blend with any surrounding, however, it takes time to blend which makes the wearer visible durring movements). Star FX will be a Lance Corporal and is armed with a single longsword, a CGGP/L Combat Rifle with no modifications, 4 90 round AP magazines as listed above, 3 powerpacks also as listed above, and one laser pistol with 2 20 shot power packs. This is a long thread. Click here to view it. | | |
