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bterrik Registered: Jan '01	Date Posted: 6/30 8:25pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 6/30 8:38pm (1 edits total) Edited By: bterrik
	Hal Crawford Johnny Boy "You may want to come with me, pilot," Streets offered, turning towards the blast doors exiting the hanger. Four security droids filed into a box formation around the Chiss and human as they escorted the pilot to the bridge. "So the name is Hal you say...you have interesting timing during a wartime crisis like this..." Hal gave a wry smile as he nodded with what Chris was saying. "Yeah, that ain't no joke. I can't thank ya all for the fuel and supplies enough though - I definitely owe ya one. Sorry about the timing - wasn't intentional, though - if I'd have known a war had broken out, I'd have just sent a holocomm message first. Truth is, I came here looking for you all actually - ya see, I've had a rough couple of months - but to make a long story short, I'm an old friend of Drea Renthal's, if you've heard of her. Used to be in her employ a few years back, but eventually got out of that business. Money's been short recently, and the Imperial crackdowns have cut into Drea's margins so she didn't have any work for me. She did say that a good group of folks were out at Watava and were looking for pilots with ships to help them fill a contract, so I packed it up and headed out." As they arrived at they arrived outside the bridge, more security forces came forward to scan Hal for weapons. While they were scanning, Hal continued, "So, what happened here anyway? I only know a little of the scuttlebut on the Holonet, and all that's filtered by the Imperials anyway." TAG: Bravo -----signature----- From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king. Error Message 63A-90: The error message failed to display
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darthramza Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 6/30 8:40pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Janice Toller Arc-J, Hangar Janice sighed. Typical Kiv, insulting her flight abilities. She had a good deal more seniority than he did, but he had nearly as much flight experience, 11 years to her 12, and he seemed to have the opinion that being in CorSec and the private sector for the bulk of that time somehow made him better than her, since she had served continuously in the Mercs. She would've liked nothing more than to make him eats his words... but she wasn't about to prove it with a kill count. You didn't win battles with bloodshed alone: you had to remember that the enemy was just as alive as you were, droids excepted. Kiv didn't really understand that. Was that just a year of experience making all the difference, or were they just fundamentally different? And if it was the latter, was it merely the difference between where they had served? In any case, Kiv was something of a wild card, and Janice didn't care for those. "Thanks but no thanks, Maniac, wouldn't want to embarrass you boys too badly," she replied without so much as a chuckle. "Briefings should be coming up any minute, as it is." She turned to her HUD and waited expectantly. TAG: Rally, GM -----signature----- "Six bullets. More than enough to kill anything that moves." - Revolver Ocelot "Blasphemy is a victimless crime" GDG, GMG, CDG, D.E.N.T.A.L. VP Ever Lovin' DM of the Saga of the Nameless Lands Unofficial Caretaker of Jocasta Nu's
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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 6/30 10:36pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 6/30 10:36pm (1 edits total) Edited By: NickLitYouAFlame
	Banger - BD-3000 luxury droid Hyperspace lane to Watava - Aboard Ixiyen-class fast attack craft Ambition Banger’s photoreceptors flickered to life. He awoke from his simulation of a human recharge cycle. However, despite having shut himself down, Banger had been wholly aware, due to his connection with his ship. Since “borrowing” it from the Black Sun, he had fully integrated into the hardwiring. This benefited Banger by allowing total control over the craft and assuring exact response. Banger could cut down time in hyperspace and perform maneuvers that he would not be able to accomplish otherwise. Banger disconnected himself. He would have shuddered, if his body were capable of such a feat. Banger intensely disliked the union with machine that did nothing to realize his goal. He only tolerated it, because even greater, he disliked the downtime in hyperspace. Hyperspace was only good when you had space to move, something that Banger’s craft was sorely lacking. Banger really only had space to operate the controls of the Ixiyen, and little more to accommodate his intimidating six foot five inch frame. During intense combat engagements Banger often struck the top of his head on the glass roof of the cockpit. Banger checked the course and was in the process of determining an ETA, when the ship’s sensor blared. Banger glanced at the display monitor and noted imminent arrival. Banger flicked his photoreceptors off then on, to simulate blinking and his surprise that he hadn’t noticed entering a system. Perhaps he hadn’t fully integrated himself into Ambition, after all. Banger entered real space and was immediately aware of a planet directly before him. It was a wonder that Banger hadn’t been pulled into the planet. Banger reengaged connection with his ship and slowed its speed, in order to begin a descent to the planet’s surface. Oh, Watava. In the past year since his liberation, Banger had heard from several of his contacts of an ensuing conflict on this gem of a planet. He was unfamiliar with the political state on the ground, but it hardly mattered to a crazy droid with no powerful enemies. All that Banger knew, was that there was a chance that he might find work with some type of organization called The Mercs. And, to be honest, that was all that Banger needed to know. He needed money, and anybody about to enter a war, needed starfighter pilots - and droids. Tag: Bravo, anybody near orbital sensors -----signature----- Signature. Signature. Signature. Signature. Signature!
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 7/1 12:14am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 7/1 12:25am (4 edits total) Edited By: Bravo
	OOG: Disclaimer: 'Storyline Posts' is a form of 'hard contact' posts that directs the game. I got this idea (not the term 'hard contact') from how the Ace Combat games are set-up, with storyline scenes throughout the game that gives the player a storyline to follow as they play the game. Also, the AWACS Mother is taken from how Ace Combat always has a AWACS as you're good guy boss to tell you what to do. Also, the character Nick Skysand is based off of various ideas gathered from the Star Wars Expanded Universe with the Yuuzhan Vong Invasion and the New Jedi Order series of books, a character from Star Trek Voyager (the title 'Morale Officer' is given to one of their characters---Note: This is being edited out of the next roster update), an NPC character from the Jedi Outcasts (here at the JC boards), and a character from Ace Combat 5: The Unsung War. I just wanted to give a works cited where a works cited was needed. Thank you. -Bravo IC: Terrel Vacks/Chris Streets (Locked NPC, GM and Assistant GM controlled) Johnny Boy, high orbit above Watava Hal gave a wry smile as he nodded with what Chris was saying. "Yeah, that ain't no joke. I can't thank ya all for the fuel and supplies enough though - I definitely owe ya one. Sorry about the timing - wasn't intentional, though - if I'd have known a war had broken out, I'd have just sent a holocomm message first. Truth is, I came here looking for you all actually - ya see, I've had a rough couple of months - but to make a long story short, I'm an old friend of Drea Renthal's, if you've heard of her. Used to be in her employ a few years back, but eventually got out of that business. Money's been short recently, and the Imperial crackdowns have cut into Drea's margins so she didn't have any work for me. She did say that a good group of folks were out at Watava and were looking for pilots with ships to help them fill a contract, so I packed it up and headed out." As they arrived at they arrived outside the bridge, more security forces came forward to scan Hal for weapons. While they were scanning, Hal continued, "So, what happened here anyway? I only know a little of the scuttlebut on the Holonet, and all that's filtered by the Imperials anyway." "Hundreds of years of conflict and just another war between the two---that's the short and sweet story. On recent events, Country of Lim naval vessels have been giving Republic Watava civilian sea fishing boats crap for a while and even captured a boat. Finally tempers boiled over to war. Funny how fishing boats can start a war, but with these two country's long standing hatred of each other, someone looking at the other species wrong could make a war break out." As the four organic guards cleared the Hal, Streets and the four security droids lead Hal Crawford onto the bridge, the four droids taking position behind the two organics with Streets right next to Hal. Chris motioned to Terrel Vacks. "Commander Terrel 'Sarge' Vacks. He's our bridge lead this shift. Commander, this is Hal Crawford. He says he worked for Drea Renthal a few years ago and she pointed him our way for a job." Terrel turned around from where he was standing watching the planet below and shook Hal Crawford's hand with a firm grip. "You're a tall boy now," Vacks mentioned about the man's impressive height, "And it sounds like you know you're way around in combat I would assume if you know Drea. Normally we take applications, screen people, and then do a interview for the job. But as Chris as no doubt told you, there's a war going on and we're short on pilots to fill a contract we have---I'm sure Drea filled you in on that. You have two options in front of you. You either take the job now and we discuss employment details later or we fix up you're ship as we're doing and we send you on you're way. What will it be?" "Commander, we have another fighter exiting hyperspace. It's heading straight planet-bound, starfighter class," Reported Chief Petty Officer Wa Yay. "Sir, I can get a tight beam transmission to that starfighter if I use enough energy behind it," Offered Petty Officer Pa'luva Tok. Vacks nodded, "Make it happen, Tok. Send them a standard warning of what's going on planet side for their own safety," With that don, Vacks turned back to Hal. Tok got back to the comms station and got a strong enough message to shoot through the scambling, although the message was still full of static, "Unidentified starfighter, this is the Marauder-Class Corvette Johnny Boy. You are entering a war zone. Be advised and enter at you're own risk." Tag bterrik, Banger ********************************* IC: Rick Taller/AWACS Mother (Locked NPC and shuttle crew, GM and Assistant GM controlled) Lambda-Class Shuttle Mother, Republic of Watava Rick shook his head at the banter between the pilots. Although they were all grown adults, he sometimes felt like a parent to grade-school children. "Okay everyone, shut up and pay attention!" All of sudden only the static of the communications jamming could be heard, "Okay children, take a look at you're HUD's..." An imagine showed up showing the airfield and back edge of the Watava fortress with at least three squadrons worth of enemy starfighters represented in red blimps swarming around the airfield with not even a full squadron's worth of blue blimps indicating allied starfighters mixed in with the red. "...Its not good out there people..." As Rick was talking, the squadron was lifting up off the hanger floor and drifting out of the hanger and into the firefight outside with the white Lambda-Class Shuttle behind them, "...The Country of Lim has launched a surprise attack on the Republic of Watava. Somehow, they are using advanced jamming equipment on both communications and sensors---Watava Intelligence doesn't know how they got this technology. This explains how they slipped this far into the Watava mainland. We're not the only base under attack---in fact we're barely being hit compared to everyone else. All bases West of us are under heavy attack and the coastline bases are being shelled from sea vessels off the coast and reports are coming in of Lim soldiers landing on the coast line. Everything West of us is being smashed to pieces; they're just holding us down from sending reinforcements and inflect as much damage on us as they can. "Our mission is simple everyone: secure the air space around Headquarters Base, then head South to Ocean Point, one of Watava's bases on the coastline that is being smashed---they're screaming for help. There are three other Watava bases that can send help and they're in our same spot: being suppressed with enemy starfighters to keep them from sending help; all other bases are too far away to send help in a timely manner and Watava's space navy has their hands tied with the sensor and communications jamming. The sea navy is holding onto ports right now and that's it. Our goal is to link up with those allied fighters from those three bases and form the beginning of a counter-attack to either push the enemy back into the ocean or hold them where they are until ground forces arrive. "Our first order of business is to stop the destruction of the air-base. You have one interceptor squadron, a bomber squadron, and a fighter squadron against you up there. The interceptor squadron is taking care of our allied fighters with the fighter squadron and bomber squadron bombing our base with out much opposition. Once the airfield is secured, take out the bombers and as many of the fighters as you can and leave the rest for the allied starfighters. Then head West to Ocean Point and await further orders. "Take note of the roster everyone before take-off, The Mercs' Roster Command Staff Captain: Rick Taller (Locked, Game Master and Assistant Game Master Controlled) Commander: Terrel Vacks (Locked, Game Master and Assistant Game Master Controlled) Intelligence Officer: Open Command Support Staff (All NPC's) Captain's Personal Assistance: Dak (Locked, Game Master and Assistant Game Master Controlled) Command Staff Assistance: Open Bridge Staff Lieutenant Commander: Open Ensign: Open Bridge and Ground Operations Command: Janice Toller Temporary Bridge Command: Terrel Vacks (Locked) Temporary Ensign: Chris Streets (Locked, NPC---can be controlled by anyone, just can't be killed) Medical Staff: Chief Medical Officer: Kailin Veyo Charge Nurse: Open Lead Medic: Open Field Medic #1: Kailin Veyo Field Medic #2: Jason Lasso Hanger Staff: Hanger Chief: Open Lead Hanger Tech: Ler (LE Repair Droid) (Locked, NPC---can be controlled by anyone, just can't be killed) Hanger Tech: Open Starship Support Chief Engineer: Open Assistant Engineer: Open Engineer Trainee: Nick Skysand (Locked, Game Master and Assistant Game Master Controlled) MERC Fighter-Interceptor Squadron One Flight---‘Fighter Flight’ Merc 1 (1 Flight Lead): Acting Squadron Leader Janice Toller 1st Wing Lead Merc 2: Pilot Officer Jason Lasso Wing Two Merc 3: Pilot Officer Dernan Vask Wing Three Merc 4: Open Two Flight---‘Fighter-Bomber Flight’ Merc 5 (2 Flight Lead): Flight Lieutenant Havah Jeth 2nd Wing Lead Merc 6: Pilot Officer Kailin Veyo Wing Two Merc 7: Pilot Officer Hal Crawford Wing Three Merc 8: Open Three Flight---‘Interceptor Flight’ Merc 9 (3 Flight Lead): Flight Lieutenant Maxhen Kiv 3rd Wing Lead Merc 10: Flying Officer Winterkill Wing Two Merc 11: Pilot Officer Banger Wing Three Merc 12: Open AWACS---Airborne Warning and Control System (Locked, Game Master and Assistant Game Master Controlled) Mother (Lambda-Class Shuttle) Command and Johnny Boy Communications: Captain Rick Taller Pilot: Flight Lieutenant Patty Sand Co-Pilot: Flying Officer Tom---Trade Federation pilot droid System Operations: Chief Technician Tech---J9 Worker Drone Squadron Sensors: Chief Petty Officer Po Bar Squadron Communications: Petty Officer Susan Sand Enemy Communications and Tactics Monitoring: Dak---M-3PO Military Protocol Droid Ground Forces: Tac Assault ( LAAT/i Repulsorlift Gunship (Republic Gunship) Pilot: Tac One (Tac-Spec Footman droid) Co-Pilot: Tac Two (Tac-Spec Footman droid) Composite-Beam Turret (port) Tac Three (Tac-Spec Footman droid) Composite-Beam Turret (starboard) Tac Four (Tac-Spec Footman droid) Johnny Boy Ground Support Crew Bridge and Ground Operations Command: Janice Toller Air Support/Johnny Boy Starfighter Defense Air One (Lead): Maxhen Kiv Air Two: Dernan Vask Air Three: Hal Crawford Attack Team: Commando #1: Captain Rick Taller (Command) (Locked) Commando #2: Jason Lasso (Field Medic) Commando #3: Banger Strike Team: Commando #4: Commander Terrel Vacks (Locked) Commando #5: Winterkill Commando #6: Havah Jeth Tactical Observation Team (Sniping): Commando #7: Chris Street (Locked, NPC---can be controlled by anyone, just can't be killed) Medical Team: Commando #8: Kailin Veyo (Lead Field Medic) "You have you're orders everyone. Listen to your officers and no free-showing around here today: everyone sticks with their wing, you fight as a flight. I better see some Lim debris after this fight is over, Mercs! Engage!" Tag everyone OOG: I heard you on the NPC's Jedi_padawan_leigh, go ahead. - This means those bridge spots are open and we are actively promoting and recruiting new players for those spots. If new players who join don't submit a CS for the open spots or we don't promote from within, then we'll make up NPC's for those new open spots. - This means those medical bay spots are open and we are actively promoting and recruiting new players for those spots. If new players who join don't submit a CS for the open spots or we don't promote from within, then we'll make up NPC's for those new open spots. Please go through Jedi_padawan_leigh for making any NPC's for the Med Bay, since Jedi_padawan_leigh might already have made some NPC's up. - This means those hanger spots are open and we are actively promoting and recruiting new players for those spots. If new players who join don't submit a CS for the open spots or we don't promote from within, then we'll make up NPC's for those new open spots. - This means those starship support spots are open and we are actively promoting and recruiting new players for those spots. If new players who join don't submit a CS for the open spots or we don't promote from within, then we'll make up NPC's for those new open spots. Note: All NPC's can be replaced (retirement, quieting, captured, killed etc.) by a new player's or current player's IC character. NPC's that are locked can not be replaced unless given permission by the Game Master or Assistant Game Master. EDITS: Four roster edits total and one grammer edit on roster, one tag edit for everyone (added a smiley face) -----signature----- Believer in Jesus Christ "All right, I'll give it a try." - Luke Skywalker, ESB "No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try." - Yoda, ESB "Now, be brave, and don't look back. Don't look back." - Shmi Skywalker, TPM
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bterrik Registered: Jan '01	Date Posted: 7/1 12:54am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	You have two options in front of you. You either take the job now and we discuss employment details later or we fix up you're ship as we're doing and we send you on you're way. What will it be?" "As much as I hoped for a better introduction to you folks, this way is to the point - just the way I like it. Tell me where you want me, and I'll throw the hammer down on these Lim fools. Once I'm fueled and armed, Four Ex is a solid ship. Not fast or flashy, but can take hell a pounding and dish one out too. We can, as you say, work out the employment details later," Hal responded. Hal was surprised - when he discovered Watava was already at war, he figured it may be too late to join up. But his low fuel and some luck with a trusting Merc commander and he might actually have a shot at proving in a trial by fire that he could be of value to these people. TAG: Bravo -----signature----- From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king. Error Message 63A-90: The error message failed to display
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Rally_Fan_84 Registered: Jan '09	Date Posted: 7/1 5:44am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	OOC: Just wanted to point out that I have this song playing in my head for the moment. Fitting I suppose. Anywho IC: Merc 9, Max "Maniac" Kiv Location: Heading out to engage Lim Forces The orders had come down, and whomever was doing the planning had been paying attention and had actually dolled out correct assignments, something that happened so infrequently that Max could count on one hand how many times it had happened before that moment. Still, now was not the time to sing praises for the mission planners (unlikely in any event), a mission was at hand and needed to be done, and the time for jaw-jacking and overthinking had ended. Switching his comms back on he confirmed his flights' assignment "Merc 9 copies, moving to execute, over." Then he switched to a channel that was reserved for his flight "You guys know the drill here. Once you're out form up with me at Rally Point Kappa, then we'll egress in. Remember, go for the bombers first. The fighters and interceptors can wait till the bombers are dealt with. Remember, keep the speed up when making passes and never take the same vector twice in a row. We'll be switching tactical lead so get ready to take point at any time. See you in the air, and good luck on todays wager once Jason figures out what it is. Merc 9 out." And with that he cut out his mike, listening for any errant chatter or information that might come down the pipeline at the last minute. Presently he was given orders to disembark, and with a roar of thrusters the Old Gundark heaved out of the fighter bay and shot towards the exit. Once he cleared the maw he made a sharp left banking turn and headed for a cluster of tall rocks jutting out of the sea, Rally Point Kappa. The fighter hummed and roared along perfectly, the visor-mounted display conveyed his speed, attitude, altitude, and other information he needed, and the throttle and yoke provided the right amount of feedback. Old Gundark would be a force to be reckoned with today that was for certain. As he slid between two outcroppings an enemy formation passed close enough to where he could see detail. It was a flight of bombers, not a large one but definitely bombers, and it didn't seem like they had seen him either. There would be no better time to strike. Again jumping on the comms, he relayed his findings to the rest of the squadron "Merc 9 has eyeball on bomber formation. Maniac has initiative and will engage from Kappa once flight arrives, over." Already he was formulating a plan of attack in his mind. Once the flight would get here, they would adopt a loose formation, pick a bomber each, fly in hard and fast, then shoot and scoot. Hopefully the initial impact and ferocity would serve to confuse the enemy and make them easy to pick off for the squadron or other allies Tag: Merc flight 3, other Mercs, GM -----signature----- Raising the bar for idiocy and sarcasm daily! Member of the Game Designers Guild. Most Likely to annoy the Mods 2009!
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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 7/1 9:33am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Banger - BD-3000 luxury droid Republic of Watava - Aboard Ixiyen-class fast attack craft Ambition Receiving a transmission, while connected to the ship, was a strange experience for Banger. He could only liken it to what he supposed having someone yell directly into his brain would feel like. Banger wasn’t even sure if the man was actually yelling, or if he was just extremely sensitive to the experience. Either way, it wasn’t uncomfortable, so much as hard to understand. The static lacing the message didn’t help in that front, of course, but Banger made out, "Unidentified starfighter, this is the Marauder-Class Corvette Johnny Boy. You are entering a war zone. Be advised and enter at you're own risk." Banger deliberated, slowed his ship and began orbiting the planet. Leaping headlong into a conflict would be tactically irresponsible at the moment. Banger needed to discern a proper course of action, first. He hadn’t anticipated that the war may have already been initiated. It had been just over one standard week since Banger had been alerted to the situation, but he had assumed that any firefights would be several weeks off, still. Banger redirected the message to the ship, replacing Johnny Boy’s comm officer’s voice with his own. Trying to avoid a metallic tone, Banger said, “I appreciate the warning, Johnny Boy. Judging by your lack of hostility, I can only assume that you’re either Watava Fighter Force or with The Mercs, correct?” Tag: Bravo -----signature----- Signature. Signature. Signature. Signature. Signature!
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greyjedi125 Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 7/1 9:12pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 7/1 9:14pm (1 edits total) Edited By: greyjedi125
	IC: Winterkill, Merc 10,'Spectre' Watava, Military Base, en rout to Rally Point kappa The HUD aboard the Wraith displayed Captain Taller's mission briefing. The intel seemed good, and now the Merc's knew what they were up against. They might be outnumbered by Lim's Airforce, but that just made the challenge all the better and victory all the sweeter. Winterkill already had the Wraith hovering by the time Captain Taller was done with his orders. ["You have you're orders everyone. Listen to your officers and no free-showing around here today: everyone sticks with their wing, you fight as a flight. I better see some Lim debris after this fight is over, Mercs! Engage!" Maniac was 3rd Flight Lead, and as he pulled his ship out of the hangar and into the air, Spectre followed. Time to show this Lim warmongers what fighting is really about. Winterkill thought to himself as he matched vectors with Maniac's ship. Within his cockpit, 3rd Flight's channel came alive as Maniac came on. ["You guys know the drill here. Once you're out form up with me at Rally Point Kappa, then we'll egress in. Remember, go for the bombers first. The fighters and interceptors can wait till the bombers are dealt with. Remember, keep the speed up when making passes and never take the same vector twice in a row. We'll be switching tactical lead so get ready to take point at any time. See you in the air, and good luck on today's wager once Jason figures out what it is. Merc 9 out."] "Copy, Lead. Spectre ready to Seek and Destroy." Winterkill chimed in, but said nothing else. His mind was already working on the imminent battle. Taking out bombers would be easy enough, however, that would make them vulnerable to opportunistic enemy fighters. That was something they would need to watch out for. As they flew, Spectre smoothly brought the Wraith to form on Maniac's left, and as he did so, he activated the S-foils. The StarViper opened up like a black and deadly flower next to Maniac's belbullab-22 starfighter. Both ships made for quite a deadly combination. ["Merc 9 has eyeball on bomber formation. Maniac has initiative and will engage from Kappa once flight arrives, over."] Maniac's voice crackled through the channel. [Visual contact confirmed. Spectre formed and ready for combat, sir.] Winterkill felt the familiar rush coming over him. His life would be in peril at any moment now, and there was the possibility of certain death, but that was not even a deterent for the nagai. He'd lived with death dogging his every footstep for most of his life. For him, this was business as usual. The Spectre of Death was an old friend to the nagai. He just hoped to do as much avenging as it was possible for someone with the life expectancy of an active combat pilot. Tag: 3flight, Lead, others, GM -----signature----- "Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter."_Yoda "I find your lack of Faith disturbing."_ Darth Vader "There is always Hope."_Luke Skywalker "Make me one with everything." (Hungry Monk)_Ameteth
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 7/2 2:25am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	OOG: Disclaimer: The sound of an ion engine could be heard in the distance and Jason looked up to the blue sky and puffy white clouds. Booming overhead of them at low attitude came four missiles streaking ahead, white trails behind them. Two of them slammed into hangers, while another two slammed into parked starfighters, one of those starfighters being right next to where Jason and Nick were walking. The fiery explosion's shock wave rocked Lasso backwards onto the airstrip, fiery debris falling all around and on him and Nick. Having his face covered from the falling debris, Jason looked up to the sky after he landed hard with a groan and the debris seeming to stop raining down. Two older looking fighter aircraft blasted overhead as air-raid sirens screamed on the airfield; the two fighters were brown in color with a Z-95 Headhunter-like fuselage with a pointed noise, delta-style wings, two ion engines in the rear of the craft topped each with a tail fin. Concussion missiles were attached to the fighter's wings on the underside. As the pair of fighters banked sharply to starboard, Jason caught the imagine on the top wing of one of the fighter aircraft. The red circle with white background inside of it with ten red stripes from one edge of the circle to the other could only be one country's flag: the Country of Lim. In Ace Combat 6 Fires of Liberation on the XBox 360, in the opening scene of the game, two fighters are seen flying overhead, firing missiles at a bridge and destroying it. Just wanted to put that in works cited. IC: Terrel Vacks/Chris Streets (Locked NPC, GM and Assistant GM controlled) Johnny Boy, high orbit above Watava "As much as I hoped for a better introduction to you folks, this way is to the point - just the way I like it. Tell me where you want me, and I'll throw the hammer down on these Lim fools. Once I'm fueled and armed, Four Ex is a solid ship. Not fast or flashy, but can take hell a pounding and dish one out too. We can, as you say, work out the employment details later," Hal responded. Vacks nodded. "Good," He took a data-pad from the captain chair's arm rest and scrolled through it, "You'll be Two Flight, its a Fighter-Bomber Flight. You're lead is Flight Officer Havah Jeth and his 2nd wing is Pilot Officer Kailin Veo. You'll be the third wing as Pilot Officer Hal Crawford." "Before you leave," Chief Petty Officer Wa Yay said, getting up from her station and handing Hal a data card, "Give this to your astromech. I've been analyzing the enemy's jamming capabilities and I think I've put a counter to their communication jamming on that data-card. There's one catch, however: it's a straight shot from your astromech to the Johnny Boy. So you'll be our eyes and ears on what's going on down there. Once you've reached the squadron and gather information on what's going on, you need to contact us and keep in contact with us throughout the battle." "You better get going," Terrel added, "Our pilots need all the help they can get." Wa Yay had to soon return to her station as the unidentified starfighter replied back. Trying to avoid a metallic tone, Banger said, “I appreciate the warning, Johnny Boy. Judging by your lack of hostility, I can only assume that you’re either Watava Fighter Force or with The Mercs, correct?” "We're The Mercs, allied with the Republic of Watava. Given the current state of things, you could be a target of both sides down there if you don't state your business in this system." Tag bterrik, Banger ********************** IC: Rick Taller/AWACS Mother (Locked NPC and shuttle crew, GM and Assistant GM controlled) Lambda-Class Shuttle Mother, Republic of Watava Unlike the starfighters that flew into the thick of battle, the Lambda-Class Shuttle Mother shot in the opposite direction, staying at a low attitude. Once cleared from visual range, the white shuttle banked to port and came back around the way she had come from and lifted her nose up towards the sky, climbing for the clouds above. Using the white clouds as cover as they neared the outer edge of the combat zone, Flight Lieutenant Patty Sands looked back through the cockpit to the passenger bay in the rear. "We're in position, Captain," She said, starting the shuttle on a lazy flight pattern back and forth through the clouds on this edge of the combat zone. Taller nodded, Thanks Patty." The Mother had advanced short range, long range, passive, and active sensors and equally advanced short range, long range, monitoring, and jamming communications equipment. The shuttle's sensors and communications were stolen Imperial and black market bought equipment. Her weaponry had stayed the same as any other Lambda-Class Shuttle, although her shields had been upgraded, her hull armor was thicker, and she was equipped with two small back-up reactors in case the main reactor was taken out or an ion cannon had disabled the ship, allowing the shuttle to recover quickly. Although her speed had taken a heavy hit with all the extra equipment, heavier hull armor, and two added small reactors. Luckily, Taller trusted few people more then Flight Lieutenant Patty Sands when it came to flying...maybe he did trust her the most, after all. She'd seen the Mother and its crew through some hairy and thick missions in the past, somehow always getting them home safe. "Communications, give me an update," Taller ordered nicely from the Central Command Station. "Three Flight reports in position at Rally Point Kappa with a visual on the enemy bomber squadron," Petty Officer Susan Sands offered. Taller brought up the tactical display on his screen, sensors still being jammed: he couldn't see a thing and had to rely on communications between the squadron and Susan. With sensors down, that would make missiles all but in-effect and risk for The Mercs went to a higher level with no sensors to spot threats to them, other then visual contact. "Damn," Taller muttered, grabbing for a piece of gum from his pants pocket, since he couldn't smoke his cigars in the shuttle, then added, "Susan, have Three Flight focus on the bombers with Two Flight. Have One Flight secure the air space around the airfield." Susan nodded and then switched open the static-filled squadron comm channel, "All pilots, listen up, this is Mother. Three Flight, Two Flight, you two have the bombers. One Flight, secure the airfield. Enemy interceptors are wild cards and fair game for anyone after you're primary objective is complete." Tag everyone OOG:/b] The following is information on the Lim, Watava, and enemy starfighters your facing. [b]Lim: The species of Lim are a humanoid body with a hard armor-like green skin that covered their whole body. They have brown, black, or white fur faces and tails and are average humanoid height, just heavier with their armor-like skin. Their skin alone can take several blaster bolts before giving way and the species has red eyes, a armored-skinned head, and ear-size holes in their head where ears would be with sharp teeth in their mouths. They have five fingered hands and feet and are extremely strong and fast at running. The Lim are extremely good warriors and excel at melee weapons and hand-to-hand combat. Watava: The Watava species is a near-human race with elf-like ears and stand, on average, seven feet tall, with a wide range of different colored hair on top of their heads and wide range of eye color. They're strong, athletic, and have long arms that end in five fingered hands that run down to their knees; they're arms are extremely flexible, allowing for great self-defense. They have five fingered feet as well. They excel at melee combat and are master swordsmen among their combat ranks. Lim Fighter Advanced 'Meat' Known as 'Meats' among Watava air speeder and starfighter pilots for being the 'meat' of the Lim Fighter Wing, the first versions of the 'Lim Fighter' first appeared in the Lim Advance twenty years ago. When the two year conflict known as the Lim Advance ended with the Republic of Watava clear victors, the Country of Lim went to planning the next generation of Lim Fighters. Although several models have appeared over the years, the newest model is the only model spotted thus far. This newest model, known as 'Lim Fighter Advanced,' is much like it's older brothers, sharing a Y-Wing cockpit. But after that, all similarities end and a new fighter is born. Four forward swept wings---two on either side of the craft---with one wing on each side raised at an angle with each bottom wing lowered at an angle. The fighter is equipped with two energy celled fueled engines, with the engines in a side-by-side manner ending in circular red discharges and two forward square exhaust vents side-by-side mid-way under the belly of the fighter and each engine having a tail fin over it and a control fin on each outside of the engines as well. The fighters further more have maneuvering thrusters located on each aft section of the four wings, providing the fighters with remarkable maneuverability in close quarters dog-fights and more often then not use the Lim Throw Back Tactic to deadly effect in dog-fights. The Lim Throw Back Tactic is a maneuver where a Lim fighter pilot, when in a close dog-fight and is being followed by an enemy fighter, will slam on the decelerator, lift the fighter's noise up and using the four wing-tipped thrusters, float in directly above and behind the enemy starfighter and release a hail storm of blaster bolts and or missiles on their enemy pilot, destroying them. Being armed with two top-side wing-tipped heavy laser cannons and two galting (spelling?) blaster cannons, one located on either side of the fuselage about mid-way, and four concussion missiles under each lower wing for a total of eight concussion missiles, the Lim Fighter Advanced is a heavily armed and deadly foe in fighter-to-fighter combat. The fighter has reinforced heavy armor plating covering the whole fighter except for the cockpit windows themselves and the two energy celled fueled engine---which don't require fuel but a energy charge---have enough energy for extended fighter operations that would cause most other air speeders and starfighters to run out of fuel. The co-pilot, siting right behind the pilot and facing the same direction operates as the sensors officer, damage control officer, and weaponry officer, operating the concussion missiles or whatever other secondary weapons the fighter is equipped with from his or her seat. Even with the fuel tanks replaced by the lighter and less room consuming two energy cells, the Lim Fighter Advanced lacks shields (unlike its older brothers who had shields), a life support system---the pilot must wear a fully enclosed pilot's suit with helmet---has speed compared to the Z-95 Headhunter (its older brothers being slightly faster then Z-95 Headhunters), and, like all Lim aircraft, can only go into the upper atmosphere of the planet, but can not enter space outside the planet's atmosphere itself, thus greatly limiting the Lim Fighter Wing and giving Watava a key tactical advantage in dog-fights. The two-pilot fighter is slightly shorter then a Y-Wing and is painted white until half way on the bow side of the wings, then the rest of the fighter is black from the rear part of the wings back to the engines. The County of Lim flag---The red circle with white background inside of it with ten red stripes from one edge of the circle to the other---is on all four wing tips, the top wings having them on the topside while the bottom wings have them on the belly side of their wing-tips. Despite it's lack of shields and slow speed, the Lim Fighter Advanced is one of the best multi-role fighters ever made on the Planet of Watava, being able to be equipped with four heavy proton bombs in replace of the concussion missiles for ground attacks or be equipped with four rocket launchers, two each under the lower wings, for ground attacks as well. Proton torpedoes can not be added to the fighter, however. Lim Interceptor Blue-Class 'Bird' The brown in color fighters with a Z-95 Headhunter-like fuselage with a pointed noise, delta-style wings on either side of the fighter, two blue discharge ion engines in the rear of the craft topped each with a tail fin each, and two belly mounted square exhaust ports side-by-side for the two engines. Two concussion missiles are attached to the fighter's wings on the underside, making a total of four concussion missiles. An older model of Lim interceptors, the Lim Interceptor Blue-Class was the last model of Lim interceptors built so far. Characterized by extremely quick engines and responses, the Lim Interceptor Blue-Class is as fast as an Imperial TIE Fighter and has respectable maneuverability. Really just a basic interceptor model, the lightly shielded and lightly armored interceptor has the speed to escape trouble zones where its shields or armor or both are about to fail. Like Lim Fighters, Lim Interceptors Blue-Class are equipped with two blaster galting guns on either side of the fuselage half way up the fuselage towards the nose of the ship. The Lim Interceptor is further equipped with long-range sensors and long-range communications for scouting missions. Although out-dated by over twenty-three years now (serving in the Lim Advance), the Lim Interceptor Blue-Class is a single pilot interceptor with life support. Nicknamed 'Birds' by Watava pilots dating back to the Lim Advance. Heavy Strike Bomber 'Black Bear' A heavily equipped flying gun platform at forty meters long, crewed by twenty Lim pilots and gunners, and equipped with thirteen weapon emplacements, the Heavy Strike Bomber almost doesn't even need a fighter escort, save for the fact that it's maneuverability in combat is so sluggish and its speed only moderate that the bombers are like lumbering targets waiting to be picked off---if you can get past the bomber's defenses that is. The bombers are known for their huge trails of black smoke that trail behind the engines during take off and acceleration when flying. Considering the bomber's size and black engine smoke, Watava pilots have come to call these bombers 'Black Bears'. A rounded nosed bow with a double blaster cannon ball turret with one gunner located both on the belly and topside of the cockpit of the craft; the cockpit itself is located just behind the rounded bow of the bomber and has a view that wraps around both sides of the cockpit as well. The pilot sits on the port side with the co-pilot on the starboard side of the cockpit, with the Captain in command of the bomber just behind the two pilots in the middle of the cockpit, with the sensor officer located on the port side of the cockpit in front of a console facing out the port window with the communications officer on the starboard side of the cockpit in front of a console facing out the starboard window. Just behind the cockpit in a long corridor that runs until the top quad heavy laser turret, sits the engineer/damage control officer on the starboard side of the corridor in front of a console facing the wall and the medic of the bomber in front of a console on the port side of the corridor facing the wall; both positions are relatively close to the main cockpit, leaving the rest of the long corridor for bunk beds on long flights, food storage, medical supplies, and equipment storage. A ladder is just aft of the medic and engineer stations that leads up to the top double blaster cannon ball turret manned by a single gunner. The long rounded spine ends in the middle of the craft, connecting to the top-side quad heavy laser turret manned by one gunner. The corridor then drops down to the second floor of the bomber by a ladder, which houses the main weaponry stations, engines control, entry and exit hatches, and refreshers on long trips. At the bow of the second floor is a ladder to the bow belly double blaster cannon ball turret manned by a single gunner. After that, along the walls, are ammo storage racks that run until the mid section of the ship, being the main 'ammo depot' for the weapons stations on the bomber. Starting just forward of the huge double wings on either side of the bomber (the top wing angled upwards, the bottom wing downwards) are a series of four repeating blasters manned by a gunner each on either side of the bomber running down the core of the bomber. Just aft of these gunnery stations are two entry/exit hatches and ladders with them on each port and starboard side of the ship, making a total of four entry/exit hatches. A cargo ramp is located on the port side just after of the two port side hatch way doors to load supplies, equipment, food, and ammo for the gunnery positions on the ship. Just behind the wings of the bomber is a ladder that runs down to the third bomber floor and onward to the belly quad heavy laser turret manned by a single gunner. The second floor continues on until the aft tail quad blaster ball turret installed into the mid-tail fin of the bomber and manned by a single gunner. On either side of the aft tail gunnery station are four large hatches in a square manner, each hatch gaining access to one of the eight large engines in the rear of the bomber under the massive three tail wings. The third floor (which is connected by the second floor gunnery ladder) is the bomber floor and is filled with stacked and racked heavy and pin-point strike bombs, heavy bunker buster missiles, and long range strike missiles. Three sections of large double bomb-bay doors are in the belly of the craft, with one just forward of the wings which carries the long range strike missiles, another bomb bay door just after the wings holding the heavy and pin-point bombs, while the last bomb-bay door just after the belly weaponry station holds the heavy bunker buster missiles. Although the bombers can be equipped with all four types of explosives, to save fuel and increase speed and maneuverability during combat, they will usually only carry one of the payloads in one of the double bomb-bay door covered holds. The two top wings have top-side wing-tipped quad blaster turret each with a gunner in it and the two bottom wings have a belly wing-tipped quad blaster turret each with a gunner in them as well. All four wing turrets have their own mini-refreshers and the whole turret can eject in case of an emergency. If the turret ejection jams, the gunner can open the emergency hatch and use his emergency parachute to land safely. Each wing is equipped with two large built-in engines that have exhaust ports on the bow end of the wings and red circular discharges on the aft section of the wings. The wing engines number eight total with the eight main engines in the aft of the craft make a total of sixteen engines. Although the bombers use the advanced energy cell engines that the Lim Fighter Advance uses, the bombers must also carry extra fuel in the four large wings (with fuel lines running to the eight main engines in the rear from the wings) since the energy cell engines can only keep the bombers flying for a short time. Because of this, Heavy Strike Bombers will often run their energy cell engines and fuel at the same time, to have a reserve in both the energy cell engines and the fuel tanks at all times. Due to the second floor's open blaster repeater stations, all crew members are required to wear a breath mask with two extra air tanks at their gunnery station and one extra tank on their equipment belt along with the one already attached to the mask. Although the crew members usually don't dawn this life support equipment unless they reach high attitudes where the air is thin or when they enter into combat. The bomber crew member wears a black pilot's jumpsuit tucked into black pilot boots which have a small knife strapped around one of the ankles. They wear a equipment belt around their waist that holds a hand-held comlink, canteen of water, flash-light, small tool kit, small first-aid kid, air tank attached to their breath mask, an extra air tank, and four ammo clips for the blaster pistol. A blaster belt is further strapped along with the equipment belt and holds a blaster pistol on either one of the bomber's outer thighs. The bomber crew member will then have a equipment harness over their torso that holds four ammo clips for the blaster carbine strapped to their back; along with the extra ammo on the harness, they also have a large combat knife, four grenades, and a long range comlink in case they have to bail out. They wear an olive green Rebel Alliance-style helmet with black blast shield down during combat and a built-in comlink that extends from the side of the helmet with a mini-mirco-phone in front of their mouth. The breath mask fits into place over their mouth with the breath tube hanging in front of them during combat. They also have black starfighter pilot gloves covering their hands and a chrono on their wrists and they wear a olive green parachute backpack with a secondary emergency parachute; the parachute backpack carries a tracking beacon, emergency rations for a week, a large first-aid kit, and a spare water canteen and large flash-light, night-vision goggles, and a pair of electrobinoculars. On the outside, the Heavy Strike Bomber has a rounded bow that takes up both the second and third decks of the bomber. The cockpit is located just aft of the nose of the bomber on top of it with a gunnery station just aft and on top of the cockpit and another gunnery station on the belly of the bow section of the ship. A round corridor runs the length of the ship like a spine until the double wings and gunnery station on top of the bomber at the mid-way point. Another gunnery station is located just aft of the wings on the belly of the bomber. There ate two wings on each side of the bomber with the top wings angled up and the bottom wings angled down with each wing carrying two engines spread out on the wing along with a top-side wing-tipped gunnery station on the two top wings and belly wing-tipped gunnery stations on the two bottom wings. The craft further has four gunnery stations on either side of the ship starting just in front of the wings and running down the middle of the second floor, for a total of eight gunnery stations. The bomber continues in a cylinder-like manner until the three large tail fins with a aft tail gunnery station located in the middle of the three large tail fins. Four large side fins---two side fins per side---are located on either aft side of the ship. Four large engines are on either side and under the three large tail fins with a total of eight engines in the rear. Two sets of landing gear support the nose, with four sets of landing gear under each bottom wing, and twelve sets of landing gear along the main body. Unlike other air speeders and starfighters of the day, the Heavy Strike Bomber must take off from a runway and land on a run way. The Heavy Strike Bomber has the capability to fly long distances and is painted purely black. The bomber has extremely thick armor and strong shields. The bomber can supposedly take so much damage as to having holes blown into it and can still keep flying. -----signature----- Believer in Jesus Christ "All right, I'll give it a try." - Luke Skywalker, ESB "No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try." - Yoda, ESB "Now, be brave, and don't look back. Don't look back." - Shmi Skywalker, TPM
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Jedi_padawan_leigh Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 7/2 8:38am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	OOG: Here is the NPC Medical personnel details. Will get a Kailin post up a little later Lead Medic Name: Cabet Galor Gender: Male Age: 34 Species: Twi'lek Homeworld: Ryloth Affiliation: Independent Missionary Organisation/Soon to be the Mercs Personality ---Traits: Knowledgeable, Direct, possesses most traits found in a skilled and competent doctor. Is not afraid to say what is on his mind or speak the truth. Can get a little bad tempered. ---Likes: Being able to help others, researching into new medical techniques and discovering new technologies. Enjoys good holo movies and classical music ---Dislikes: Argumentative people, the empire, strong drinks, Cockiness ---Habits: Tapping his pen when filling out paper work Appearance ---Skin Color: Golden Yellow ---Hair Color: N/A - his lekku do have some tribal patterns in a shades of brown/orange ---Eye Color: Dark Violet ---Clothing: On duty base: Dark coloured protective scrubs and white lab coat. When not on duty can be seen in comfortable dark coloured trousers, a sweater vest and shirt. Working onboard the Outreach: Clothing covered by a light grey jumpsuit with both the medical corps logo and the missionary logo on the left sleeve ---Other Attributes: Tall and elegant much like the majority of his race, Cabet is 6ft tall, with a slender but healthy build. ---Other Details: N/A Weapons: Twi'lek Dagger, compact blaster for personal protection Starship ---Name: Outreach ---Class: SoroSuub Sprint-class rescue craft ---Hyperdrive Class: 1.0 backup class 12 ---Weapon(s): None ---Shields: Deflector shields ---Sublight Speed: 120 MGLT ---Crew: 3 (And up to five medics) ---Passenger(s): Room for up to 40 patients ---Max Cargo: 2 metric tons ---Interior Description: Lives depend on this emergency vehicle's crew and medical quality. Therefore, on board facilities come with standard medical equipment for advanced life support and stabilization with little room for much else. (2-1b droid, trauma station, bacta tacks etc) The Sprint typically has a small crew of three and several medics staff the patient transport area suitable for accommodating up to four dozen causalities. ---Other Details: The Outreach is outfitted with sophisticated sensors in order to detect casualties in deep space. Due to it being a non combat ship, it sends out a signal that indicates it should not be fired upon, but has powerful deflector shields just in case The Force ---Sensitivity: None Biography ---Personal History: A doctor that originally served aboard the medical corp frigate Compassion, an acquaintance of Kailin Veyo, Cabet was forced out of his job when the empire rose to power, the prejudice against non humans extending to the medical corps as they swallowed up its resources. Determined to continue his work as a doctor, he acquired a sprint-class med runner and founded a missionary group with other ousted non human medical personnel and human personnel who were against the empires ways. They travelled around war torn and imperial controlled worlds, administering aid and medical help as best they could. Being a former colleague of Kailin, she had attempted to contact him a few times over the years and persuade him to join with the mercs, but he always claimed that the missionary work would come first. However, recently a large percentage of his crew were arrested after their activities were discovered on an imperial controlled world. Cabet, and a young Zabrak nurse named Zethia managed to escape on the orders of their arrested comrades. Finally coming to the realisation that they cannot continue to help people in this way, Cabet has finally decided to seek out the mercs, hoping that he can make a difference by helping this small group of freedom fighters out. ---Military History: None ---Traumatic Experiences: Watching an imperial officer murder an innocent patient in cold blood as she lay in a ward. Being ousted from the medical corps And having his missionary crew arrested by imperials and feeling guilt for leaving them in their clutches. Charge Nurse Name: Zethia Kii Gender: Female Age: 22 Species: Zabrak Homeworld: Iridonia Affiliation: Independent Missionary Organisation/Soon to be the Mercs Personality ---Traits: Kind, friendly, approachable, courteous, supportive, a good listener. ---Likes: Working alongside Cabet Galor, helping people, playing card games/card tricks. Reading ---Dislikes: The empire, prejudice, losing a patient, smoking, drunkards ---Habits: None Appearance ---Skin Color: Tan Brown ---Hair Color: Blue black hair braided back - Also has vestigial horns common in Zabrak ---Eye Color: Orange/Brown ---Clothing: On duty base: Pale coloured nurses scrubs/tunics. When not on duty can be seen in simple sweaters and comfortable trousers. Working onboard the Outreach: Clothing covered by a light grey jumpsuit with both the medical corps logo and the missionary logo on the left sleeve ---Other Attributes: 5ft 3in tall. Traditional zabrak tattoo's in pale lilac on her face - delicate swirling designs. ---Other Details: N/A Weapons: Stun Stick, Pepper spray, attack alarm Starship - None - Part of the Outreach crew The Force ---Sensitivity: None Biography ---Personal History: A missionary and assistant to Cabet Galor, she joined his missionary organisation early into its inception. A fully trained nurse, she used her skills to help oppressed beings on imperial controlled worlds. She is loyal to Cabet and it very good at what she does.. She now travels with him to seek out the mercs. ---Military History: None ---Traumatic Experiences: Watching her fellow missionary crew arrested by imperials ********************************** IC: Cabet Galor/Zathia Kii (NPC’s) Resuce shuttle Outreach - Hyperspace - En-route to Watava At the controls of a Sorusuub sprint class shuttle, a golden yellow skinned twi’lek silently switched the ships controls to autopilot as the ship flew through hyperspace. Standing up, he stretched his arms up over his head and rolled his head, trying to loosen the knots he was feeling in his shoulders and neck after one to many hours in the pilot seat. Walking over to a nearby console, his fingers nimbly typed in commands, as he searched the terminals registry for a specific file. After a few moments he found it, dated just over two months ago. Inputting a pass code on the secured file. All other info on the screen disappeared and a holo image appeared projected on the screen. A young woman, around mid twenties appeared in the image “Hello Cabet. How are you I hope your well. I know that I’ve contacted you a few times over the last few years, and I have a feeling I already know what you are going to say, but hear me out. You may or may not be aware of this, but the planet of Watava is bracing itself for war. Tensions between the Republic of Watava and the country of Lim are growing. It is early days yet, but everyone is assuming the worst. We are supporting Watava in case of a potential war, but we are currently extremely understaffed, especially in the medical department. We could really use your help. With the empire continuing to plague the galaxy and the rebel alliance trying to stay one step ahead of them, its getting harder to recruit people to our cause. It’s your choice, if you would rather not, I would completely respect your decision. However if you change your mind you would be very much welcomed with open arms. Let me know. Veyo out. The picture turned to static before the holo image faded out into nothingness. Kailin Veyo. It had been almost four years since he had seen the young human doctor in the flesh. Former colleagues onboard the hospital ship Compassion, Kailin, like himself had been driven out of the medical corps by the empire. They had parted ways soon after, He, setting up his own independent mission, and she leaving with a pilot who took her to a group called the mercs. The group he was now, after so many years, finally seeking out. The Twi’lek just stood and stared at the console for a few moments. The sound of soft footsteps behind him brought him out of his thoughts. He turned to see a young zabrak female in a grey jumpsuit approaching him, a cup of caf in her hand. “Are you alright sir?” She asked softly as she handed the drink over to him. He gave her a small smile “Yes, I’m fine Zathia. You know these long space journeys, the novelty wears off after so many hours” he added with a chuckle “Speaking of which, we have a four hour ETA until we reach our destination, but keep an eye on the sensors. If Watava and Lim are at war, we need to proceed with caution the closer we get to the planet…” TAG: GM -----signature----- FF-UK: NORTH! My locker is like a TARDIS. Unfortunately my biology textbook got lost in time and space The FF-UK Fantasy Football League - 09/10 - Manager(ess) of The jpl Lucky Stars aka relegation fodder
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Rally_Fan_84 Registered: Jan '09	Date Posted: 7/2 2:24pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: "Maniac" Max Location: Engaging targets from Rally Point Kappa [Visual contact confirmed. Spectre formed and ready for combat, sir.] Max shook his head slightly as Winterkill checked in. A flight leader couldn't have custom-ordered a better wingman. Spectre was a cool customer but still aggressive, and while he followed orders he knew when to innovate. Max would have preferred a 4 ship formation or even three, but resources were short and the skills of the both of them more than made up for the shortcomings. And although he could probably get Lasso over to his flight if he requested, the truth was the situation was hectic enough without transferring ships all over kingdom come. Still, the situation could have been slightly more favorable. Granted 3rd flight had initiative on the bombers, and the interceptors hadn't spotted them either. But with the scanners hazy at best and lots of static clouding the already copious chatter from panicked allied forces, the risk of getting isolated in a bad situation was very real. Coupled with that was the fact that the missiles would not lock, meaning if he had to shoot them it would have to be manually. Still, starfighter jockeying was never a safe thing to begin with, and Max called the first attack. "Alright flank me in Spectre. Loose and fast as usual, wide swing, then it's your turn. I tried for missile lock and got nothing, are your torps any better? And try to not be too clever, I kinda like having SOME command authority. Maniac out." Max punched up the speed to 115mglt. The Starviper would be shuddering and complaining that close to max speed most likely, but the sinister beauty of a starfighter would be able to match up with the Old Gundark and maximize the first blow. While still flying at or just under 100 feet, Max called the engagement "Flight 3 engaging flight of 3 Black Bears, still getting snow on scanners and fuzz over the comms. Where's the haze coming from Mother, we'll be happy to deal with that headache after we dispose of these trespassers." As Max let them figure that one out he kept the trajectory low, speed high, and his eyes on his chosen target, the lead of a delta formation of Black Bears. No stuttering fire went out towards them yet, meaning something had their attention or they were not heads up and about to pay for it. Silently counting out seconds, he kept the course until his gut told him it was time to act, and he called the break for his wingman "Countdown to high break in 5, 4, 3, 2, break high Merc 10!" As he gave the order he himself yanked back on the yoke, and although the diffusers were in place the speed generated still pressed him back into his seat and blurred his vision for a moment. Even as he shook it off the Old Gundark streaked upwards, Ion impellers roaring, generator humming, displays tracking and switching as the distance between the two targets closed awfully rapidly. His finger had just closed around the trigger for his blaster cannon when he saw the belly turret start to swivel towards him. "Too late sucker." As he spoke to nobody that could hear him, Max pressed the trigger himself. Crimson stuttering fire lashed out and peppered the underside of the bomber in a trail that went from the spar between the winglets to nearly the tail, crossing over the turret. Telltale flashes out of the corner of his eye told him that Spectre had picked up the fight and another bomber was fighting back against him as well. Still, it didn't distraction, otherwise the last second roll and pull would not have missed like it did. As it was the pass was so close that any larger shields would have caused the two ships to carom off each other and send Max flying out of the atmosphere and who knows were else. As he cleared his bomber, Max started to level off and make a high-speed looping turn. As he surveyed the damage and checked for enemy fighters he commed to Spectre again "Merc 9 to Merc 10, my run is complete, whats your status, you have tactical lead for the next run so you call it." Tag: Winterkill "Spectre" (Greyjedi), Mother -----signature----- Raising the bar for idiocy and sarcasm daily! Member of the Game Designers Guild. Most Likely to annoy the Mods 2009!
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 7/2 10:05pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 7/2 10:06pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Bravo
	OOG: Hey Rally, I'm going to hold off on a reply tag until some more posts come up. Just wanted to let you know so you don't think I'm ignoring you. Jedi_padawan_leigh, PM sent you're way. IC: Jason Lasso Headquarters Base, Republic of Watava Jason tried not to worry about the explosions, flying debris, and the squadron of fighters that seemed to be raining constant death onto the air strip. But he had to admit that he was worried. Getting clear of the hanger, he cleared the air strip just as quickly as he put all speed between the air field and the clouds above, hoping no base personnel were under his engines when he all but blasted away from the ground like a rocket. In this maze of swirling starfighters, blaster and laser bolts, and anti-aircraft defense weapons firing off, Lasso couldn't afford the luxury of getting a nice view of the battle before jumping in. While he would have preferred to do things by the book and wait for Janice Toller and Dernan Vask and form up as a wing, he always knew that if he just waited around, he would be toast. The two enemy Lim Fighter Advances that jumped on his tail quicker then he could count made Lasso grin. "You boys don't waste any time," He joked and they didn't when two volleys of red blaster fire from two different fighters sputtered around his fighter. Dude wined in excitement and warning as blaster bolts flew past and Jason slammed on the breaks and put his Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter on her starboard wing. As the two enemy fighters split to either side---and knowing the trap they had fallen into---Jason slipped in behind the one on starboard as he evened his fighter out to bring his laser cannons to bear. Knowing that the Lim Fighter Advanced at scary maneuverability at close quarters, Jason didn't have a problem holding down the firing button on his flight stick. In such close quarters with the enemy fighter's engines seeming to be only meters away from his cockpit, the green laser fire that lanced out towards the shieldless fighter was double destructive at such a close range. Jason saw as the rear of the fighter's armor gave way to innards and engine components alike. With it happening all too quickly, the young pilot saw as the engines and rear of the fighter exploded in fiery debris that assaulted his starfighter. Knowing that there would be a solid structure left and flying through the exploding debris would most likely mean him colliding with the rest of the enemy fighter, Jason pressed on the decelerator and pulled up right and to starboard, clearing the fiery wreckage and re-accelerating in a wide starboard bank. "Merc 2 to Mother. One Lim Fighter down!" Jason announced over the comm system, then added, "First to seven wins, Maniac. Bombers count as two. Everything after that is bonus points for the next mission." As Jason brought his fighter around, the air thick with laser beams and blaster bolts and swirling fighters, he kept his eyes open. That wingman should be coming around by now. Dude screamed in alarm as red blaster bolts rained down all around them, some hitting his shields. "There you are!" Jason said to himself as he fainted to starboard with his fighter, then snapped rolled and dived to port, coming out right-side up and going back the way he was coming from. Even with all systems working, Jason could feel his stomach go for a turn at the high-g forces that threaten to tear him apart, "Oh good thing breakfast was a while ago..." Lasso joked as he put all speed he could into the starfighter's engines. The Lim Fighter Advance was a good aircraft for dog-fights, a very good fighter in dog-fights. With it's mobility, a average pilot could become dangerously good. With a good pilot, the fighter aircraft could become scary. "I had to pick the good pilot!" Jason complained to himself as he tried to out-race or out maneuver his enemy. Through the flak blasts, criss-crossing laser and blaster bolts, and racing starfighters, the Lim Fighter Advanced and its pilot stayed on Jason's rear and his shields were taking hits. He was really starting to hope Janice or Vask had made it up by now and were just taking their time... Tag One Flight, Mother -----signature----- Believer in Jesus Christ "All right, I'll give it a try." - Luke Skywalker, ESB "No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try." - Yoda, ESB "Now, be brave, and don't look back. Don't look back." - Shmi Skywalker, TPM
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Fanficfan Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 7/3 4:36am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Dernan Vask Jib Jab Cockpit Dernan grinned as Captain Taller finally gave the Merc freedom to launch. Sure the enemy outnumbered the Mercs, but that just meant stray shots had a better chance of hitting the bad guys. He smoothly brought his repulsor coils online and shot forward after Jason Lasso’s Nubian. The immediately rolled left to avoid colliding with a pair of Lim fighters. “Watch where you’re flying idjits!” he muttered, turning his roll into a loop as the pair slid into place behind Jason’s yellow and chrome starfighter. He switched power to his Turbolasers as Jason turned the first Lim fighter into a debris cloud, but the pilot’s wingman used the momentary distraction cause by the explosion to get the drop on Jason. Can’t have that now... he though as blaster bolts rained down around his wingman, “Quagmire! On my mark break hard starboard. Three. Two. One. MARK!” He gave Jason two heartbeats to move before firing both turbolasers at the offending fighter, then immediately broke right to link up with Lasso. Tag: Bravo OOC: Bravo - How much control do we have over hitting/not hitting the enemy? Should we just keep it “realistic” or do you want to call it? -----signature----- If a Dark Lord of the Sith ever asks you to pull his finger... Do it! It's hilarious
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 7/3 3:50pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 7/3 4:15pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Bravo
	OOG: OOC: Bravo - How much control do we have over hitting/not hitting the enemy? Should we just keep it “realistic” or do you want to call it? You guys can call it, just keep it realistic. Hey guys, darthramza had to pull out of the game. He's given me permission to use his character as an NPC. I will adjust the roster accordingly---so look for some changes after the mission. It being the 4th of July weekend, I hope everyone has a happy 4th of July! As such, please be aware that some people might not be online this weekend due to the holiday. IC: Jason Lasso Headquarters Base, Republic of Watava "Ah, bantha droppings!" Jason Lasso grumbled under his breath as his head swung back and forth as he tried to spot the enemy behind him, flak explosions and laser and blaster fire alike filling the sky around him. He put the Naboo-made starfighter on it's port wing to avoid a string of blaster bolts from the enemy fighter behind him, the bolts flying just in front of his cockpit. Putting it back to level, he punched the controls down and to starboard, further blaster bolts blasting past the upper port rear of his fighter. He then leveled his starfighter out. Dernan Vask's voice was a welcome change to his situation. “Quagmire! On my mark break hard starboard. Three. Two. One. MARK!” The Corellian pilot did just that and broke hard to starboard. Moments later, the Lim Fighter Advanced was fiery debris in the corner of his vision. "Thanks Vask," Jason breathed, "I owe you one. Have you seen..." Jason was about to ask if Vask had seen their squadron leader, Janice Toller, but as the two fighters took a low patrolling flight over the airfield, Jason saw her ARC-170 Starfighter in flames on the runway, never making it off of the ground. "Never mind..." Jason said in a low voice as he pulled back towards the sky above, Vask close on his tail, "Mother, this is Merc Two. Squadron Leader is...down." As the pair of starfighters raced towards the sky, Jason went to One Flight's comm channel, "Vask, lets keep it tight. Cover my starboard like glue. We'll tag-team these Lims, one fighter at a time. It's payback time..." Tag Fan -----signature----- Believer in Jesus Christ "All right, I'll give it a try." - Luke Skywalker, ESB "No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try." - Yoda, ESB "Now, be brave, and don't look back. Don't look back." - Shmi Skywalker, TPM
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 7/4 12:29am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Havah Jeth Headquarters Base, Republic of Watava Looking at his HUD he watched as the information scrolled across his screen as his ship lifted off the tarmac and slowly followed suit in exiting the hanger. "Flight 2, Bounce!" He called into the comm, it was a favorite maneuver of his when taking off in enemy territory, or in this case under enemy fire. As the repulsors pulsed to max his ship hopped straight up in the air to a level with the hanger roof before the engines kicked in shooting him forward a second later. Although the maneuver wasn't without the risks as this time fortunately did not show as the third flight and first flights exits had cleared the exit pathway as the Lim fighter's went after them. Replacements were filling the gap though he noticed as he pushed his ship forward in a slight curve out. "Two Flight, let's play chicken with a heading on the first bomber. Anything comes into our path we blast our way through. Let's punch it!" With that he pushed the accellorator nearly to max as he headed to the first bomber, a black cloud coming over the sea, inbetween him and it were filling in Lim fighters...meats to be precise. Three meats then on to the main even, "Take left but don't turn back." As they closed the distance he depressed the firing stud as he straffed from center to right, the lead ship bursting into flames as the other one, peeling off barely got nicked and flew away smoking. Plowing on through he lined up on where the bomber was going to be, although once something had more than two stories he had a hard time not thinking of it as a fortress. {Pick give me a bead on where the bridge will be for a torp and a concussion traveling straight. Then add for the engines. Thanks} As the highlights showed up in his helimet he brought the nose to bear and fired one, then nudging slightly fired the second, using his helmets zoom feature he sharpened in on the flight paths counting down in his head as they neared the flying monolith. Then just as they were about to hit his ship rocked, "Crime in Arkania! Someone's on my tail." Glancing back up he was greated by a wanted image as he started juking and jiving, two smoke plumes rising ahead of the trailing one. The torp had hit the bridge performing some massive damage, although from the slowed nature and emergency turning/braking the concussion missle had merely hit one of the fins with its shrapnel damage peppering the near side. Any more he couldn't tell from his current position of what would happen as he attemted to keep from taking any more hits. TAG: Two Flight, GM -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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