NSWRPF Archive Ace Combat 7: Heaven's War

IC: April Chambers

"Commander," April said, not minding that he used her name one bit, "two questions." In point of fact she had a few more but she could ask them later. "One, what are the political ramifications of our attack?" She was still a little unsure as to exactly why they were fighting and wondered how the other nations the ISAF especially, might react. "Two..." she stood up, still dressed in her Navy black to examine the information that was on hand. "If this is where we can find your agent exactly what can we expect out there?" Going in essentially blind had mission failure written all over it and she wanted to make sure they had at least a fighting chance, even if they were going up against half the Arial air force she wanted to know.

Tag: All

 

IC: Cpt. Masha Treskov

Cpt. Masha Treskov jotted down outlines of the briefing, in the Estovakian language, on a small notepad. Though some aspects of the mission were still unclear, "Will we be under radio silence until we get to the target area?" trying to sneak into a combat zone along side aircraft without stealth capabilities like her own aircraft has was suicide, she hoped they realized this. "Or will we be going in with our radios blaring and guns blazing?"

TAG: Reichtan

 

GM: Breifing

Reichten took in all the questions, and answered them accordingly "All the nations of our fine world have collaborated in this attack, some of the smaller ones have joined up with their larger neighbors for the time being, making us into a unification of large countries other than scattered ones. And in the zone there are an unknown amount of aircraft, and other military forces besides, but what we do know is that prolonged exposure to the Aerial's affect zone shorts out all electrical devices, we do not know of any exeptions to this. We also know that...their entire military consists of Machines, Robots and Computers, with Human leaders of unkown origin" Feeling that he had successfully answered the questions, he moved to his own pilot, who he had reccomended "Masha, i know mroe than most that your plane has no stealth qualities, which is the reason for this black 'STEALTH' pain that you have been commissioned with. But even without stealth qualities, we have fitted the team leader's plane, Charcol, with voice masking and electrical covers incase you are spotted, they will make you seem like the Robots the enemy uses, and the electrical systems they have built in. This last agent is one Jerome Macey also known as Nuke, from the Country of Osea. As stated in the Mission Status we sent you, he will be joining you later as your informat, he will be flying with Lartimus but in his own plane" Reichten looked around at the sribbling of pens, murmuring of voices and scuffling of feet, he asked again "Any Questions? If not, as Lartimus has asked me to say "Go fly with the angels" What was ironic to Reichten was that this was the very thing that the Emmerians pilots has said to the Estovakians in the war. But that was history, and 'Garuda' one's immediate relative was in their presence.

Tag: All

 

OOC: Umm... I did say my aircraft has stealth capabilities, and the others don't.

IC: Masha Treskov

"Go fly with the angels" Reichten said. Masha stopped herself from rolling her eyes. She knew the history of that phrase... that was the EAF's motto. Now that everything was cleared up she had one last question, "What time are we taking off?" Masha asked, she needed to put on the special flight suit for her aircrafts speed, and high-gravity maneuvers.

TAG: Reichten.

 

OOC: ugh, sorry i misread. I thought i checked it twice. I apologize.

GM: Breifing

"We will be taking off momentarialy, and we have another aircraft that may be joining us en-route. the take of time should be about twelve at night, it is now half eleven. Please so suit and gear up and make test or last minute modifictions on your planes. thank you" At that, the meeting ended and the staff dispersed, Lartimus leaving at the end.

Tag: All

 

IC: April
Cabin

"Lieutenant Chambers, Andrew Hunter of media liasons." April had gone to change, noticing there was a message on her phone and listened as she stripped. "I realize that you don't feel comfortable about Navy photographers being around you while on duty, which is why I'm calling to arrange a time for photos and an interview." Turtle only half listened to what was being said, her mind elsewhere. She climbed into her flight suit and zipped it up as something was said about her wanting to call back.
Maybe later. April needed to make sure the flight crew loaded Pirate up with the XMAA, she was confident any ground targets she could handle. The hanger was only a short distance away, but she wasn't sure just how ready she was just yet.
"Something that shorts out electrical devices?" That meant they couldn't stay there long. She'd have to radio for a time frame, if they had one, but there was something far more pressing at hand. "What in God's name?" She caught a glimpse of something she didn't like one bit and ran to see her precious Hornet. "What'd you do to my bird?" She knew it had already been explained to her, but she was still livid at what she saw. April had an aghast look on her face at the black paint job that had been done. The VF 103 had been around for over a century, she had been carrying on that tradition after the squadron was disbanded, and for her plane to missing the bold white color scheme was inexcusable. She knew the reason why it was done, could understand the attempt to give the Hornet some kind of camouflage. That didn't stop her growl of anger however, or her teeth being barred about it as she stormed up for a closer look. Seeing that the XMAAs had been loaded made her focus, running a hand along the fuselage, somewhat grateful that the vagabond strips were left untouched, not to mention the skull and crossbones. Of course it would make more sense to have these removed as well, April knew that. It just seemed like sacrilege to do this.
Guess all pilots have their little quirks about them, she mused, calming down. She wasn't familiar with the others yet but hoped they'd get along fine. Of course they would, so long as no one made any anti war sentiment.
"Move out," she ordered, not even knowing what rank the others were but deciding to lead by example.

Tag: all

 

IC: Lartimus/Laaht/Charcol - Hangar

Laaht say the look of anger on one of his new collegues faces, and turned back to his plane, already straked in black by his personal crew, not the rubbishy peel off stuff they were putting on the others. He then heard the pilot he had seen before sohut out to move "We are not yet ready, Lieutenant, even if your plane is done, others still need work, especially the man who is carrying the agent. But we now know he dosent have to remove anything major, just keep up speed and keep high, which is why he is going to be with me" Due to the EMP output of the Aerial, there should be no opposing forces, but as Reichten said, we dont knoiw of any exeptions. So there could well as be" Laaht turned back to his ship, the only adornment was the Emmerian Symbol on the left tail fin, he bowed to this "Dance with the Angels, Garuda one" he whispered to himself. He turned again to monitor the situation, the other pilots in their flightsuits whilst he was in his armor, he never liked the suits, and this new armor was just the thing for him. As he and 'Alastor' would be landing to extract the agent, Laaht had a rifle stored away in his cockpit just incase it got hairy.

Tag: All



GM: Jerome/Nuke/Tea Cup

Jerome strode down the hallway, passing robots and the occasional human with the unidentifiable accent and language, although most spoke whatever language they needed to due to the person they were talking too. Jerome had a secret theory that these 'Humans' were actually Robots aswell, with either a coating or some kind of synthetic skin to make them look human, but he brushed it aside again, no one human could make all this, and definately not one droid. So he trudged on, into the hangar. These planes still made him look twice at them, their degin was flawless, albeit they were a tad on the heavy side, but to the entire thing being solid and no pilot, robot or otherwise. It was just one big brain. But it still had the cockpit housing to trick any foes it might face, although unknown to them this was pointless, as its 'foes' already knew that they used machines as planes...thats if the message went through (it diddn't). He left the hangar as the planes soared up the almost vertical slope into the air. Jerome diddn't have a clue where that came out to, but it was too steep for anything without incredible manouverability to land in, or something with his docking codes. But he had only been given one set, and that means only one plane. You get another when you use that one up, but no other way of landing. e contemplated on this as he walked the hallways back to the undersea landing pad, where the roof opened up and water came down onto scoops to take it in, this place is impossible to land in though, only a helicopter could get through here, and it would have to be a robotic one due to its freakish shape. Jerome began watching a docing sequence...

Tag: Mister_Master

[image=http://www.igorstshirts.com/blog/conceptships/future_plane_concept_ship.jpg]

(enemy planes, only in Sea camo, they can go underwater too)

 

IC:Jonathan/Alastor/Turbocat/Emmeria


Jonathan stood and moved off to the room where his flight suit was being held. Either he was going to be alone or no one else had arrived yet. Locating his locker he pulled out his flight suit, and other equipment. Putting on the flight suit went by pretty quick, he was used to it, despite it being a heavier suit, for the Gs his Turbocat could pull off. Fixing all his straps and grabbing his flight helmet he moved off towards the Hanger.

Once there, he made his way over to the Turbocat, ?Don't look so bad in all black, its your colour.? He ran a hand over her fuselage he saw that the actuators for the intakes had been locked, apparently the others had already removed the motors and were finishing installing the long range communications gear. ?At least they left the third engine.? He glanced over the rear of the craft. Like most F-14's it had two GE F110's, but at Jonathan's request, a F119-PW-100 was installed in the central area between the two thrusters. it didn't grant much more speed, but it had 3D thrust vectoring and supercruise, so it extended his range.

Finally he checked to see if the weapons load-out was complete. The AIM-7's had been mounted, and the 20mm Vulcan cannon was installed and with a full load of ammunition. ?You always need a Cannon.? Jonathan said to himself, And it was true, as advanced as anti-radar systems were now a days, A cross hair and a bullet couldn't be jammed. ?Are we all ready to go? I wanna get this over with.?

Tag: All

OOC: I left the third engine in even though you said all my 'upgrades' would be removed cause... well who removes an engine for a radio?

 

IC: Masha Treskov - Private Hangar

"Nagreite ADAMM's posle kraski suchil." Masha said to her ground crew, the paint was dried and the ADAMM missile pods were to be loaded ASAP. As they went to work she left the hangar and went to her quarters in the Estovakian segment of the base. In her private quarters there wasn't much, she punch in the combo to the locker which held her flight suit. On the inside there was a mirror and a picture of herself in her officer's uniform standing next to a civilian, an old friend from her younger days as a Lieutenant. Masha looked at herself, green eyes stared back, her scarlet hair was almost below the regulation length. She quickly changed into her specially designed flight suit, and was escorted to the private hangar by Estovakian Military Police.

Masha checked her aircraft, made sure there were no breakages in the fuselage, rudders, weapon ports, and canopy. She filled out her report, stating that the experimental aircraft was still in good condition and that there had been no problems yet. Masha gave the report to a government agent, whom would present it to the generals.

Looking at her aircraft Masha liked how the black looked, but preferred the original colors. Masha stared at the gold hawk emblem on her aircraft, the symbol of her nation's air force; and thought of the battles to come. She waited for the call to for the aircraft to assemble.

TAG: GM

OOC: Pictures
Emblem - http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s301/size29/EAF_Emblem.jpg
Masha - http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s301/size29/Ghost/Ghost_Agent_Masha_1-5.jpg

 

OOC: Jonothan, i also said in my post (althouhg you might not have noticed it was for you) that they had found a way to not rmeove ur adaprtations or 'upgrades' wand still install the temporary long range comm device.

IC: Lartimus/Laaht/Charcol/Emmeria - Necrean Squad Hangar

Laaht noticed that the other pilots werent conversing, he was never one to break the ice other than on the Comm, but that was because he could mute it to mutter something aloud in response that was offensive to the pilot behind him, he diddnt trust Estovakians still. But then that was probably because of his heratige. "Team, we ready to go?" of course he knew they were, his missiles peryy much lived on his plane, as they were inside, so he was just making himself less bored. He looked around for signs of activity, there was the whole team there. With exeption of the Agent that would join them and this new pilot from Usea that should be joninig them en-route. Things looked ok for the time. He picked up a rifle and a carbine and marched over to Alastor "Scuse, but you might be needing one of these" he said authoritively. He was used to leasing teams, even ones from different countries due to mercenaries that sometimes joined up with a force. He waited for a response whislt examining the mans plane.

Tag: Alastor

 

OOC: Here's my planes Emblem [image=http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i46/kahn_Iceay/NodLogo2_small.jpg]


IC:Jonathan/Alastor/Turbocat/Emmeria


Jonathan glanced curiously at the man offering him one of two guns, when he remembered that he would be landing an picking up the Agent. "Yeah, I'll take the Carbine. Better with them, less weight." he took the weapon from lartimus and noticed he was observing the Turbocat. "She's old, she can fly with the best of them. She might lack the stealth of some of the newer planes but with modern jamming systems, your nearly just as safe."

"If you and the other's are ready to get this underway I am. I'd like to get in, and get out, and preferably not get shot at. Doubt that'll happen but one can hope."


Tag: Dmentae

 

GM APPROVED.



Name: Dominick Santana (will simply be known to others as ?The Red Pilot?)

Gender: Male

Age: 30

Race: Usean (Mexican)

Country: Usea (Specifically from San Salvacion)

Accent: None

Call sign: Mobius 01

Personality: Down to business; will not frequently engage in idle chatter. He doesn't speak unless spoken to, or something forces him to. He enjoys both gallows humor, and upping his kill tally. Dom won?t

Plane: ADF-01 Falken

Role: Air superiority dogfighter/stealth attack Mercinary

Build:

[image=http://evangelion.natriumtech.com/newpics/falken_normal.jpg]

Colour/Pattern: Red, with red smoke

Also has the flying tiger face art:

[image=http://www.herkynoseart.com/images/63-7849_shark2.jpg]

Plane Nickname: El Toro Fuerte

Adaptations:

Baby blue thrusters
5-use rocket thruster capability
x153 Kill Tally; looks like this:

[image=http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u27/sk8rblue49/gowbullet1.jpg]

Radar invisibility

Weapons: XLAA AMRAAM missiles, and a pair of 40 mm cannons

Wingman: None, currently

Skill: Aerial Maneuvers

History: Not much is known about his earliest existence, just that San Salvacion birthed one of the most capable pilots in the area. He joined his own nation's when he was 22 military for a brief stint during the war, amassing half of his current total. Deciding that he did not like military life, he pretended to be forced down, and killed. With the homeland mourning his loss, he was free to steal his issued ADF-01, and take it elsewhere for repair. Since then, he's been an Mercinary party, teaming up with nations that needed a good pilot, then leaving when the war was won, or lost.


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Somewhere high above all the scrambling, already soared a blood red ADF-01 Falken stealth fighter. So far, none had picked it's presence up (The radar invisibility prevented such)and none would, unless someone saw it up there. It flew straight, not really out to do much more than fly currently. The pilot abored stared at his control panel more than the open sky above him; nobody could really run into each other out here, when he was the only one he could see. the left side of the nose was almost black from the kill tally count; all little red skulls stenciled onto the already blood red paint job. He picked up radar signals clearing the ground; company that was probably non-rougue-tolerant would soon be plauging the skies. He banked 10 degrees and raised thrust to supercruise speed, his emblems proudly displayed near the tips of both wings glinting in the sunlight:


[image=http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj273/real_6string/TIGER_DECAL.gif]


[[ It doesn't have the nerdy hat though. ]]

 

IC: Jerome/Nuke/Tea Cup/Osea

Jerome was getting frustrated, he couldn't think or any other way to get more then on pilot down here. He was going to have to use the docking codes, and only one plane was going to be able to land. Jerome went back to his quarters to transmit the codes. First he sent conformation code 3-7-1-f-q-9 to confirm that it was him, then he sent the codes 91-ft-327-11-r5.

He shut off the comm, grabbed his gun, and returned to the hanger to await for pickup.

Tag: Rescue team.

OOC: If I got ahead, I apologize.

 

OOC: yeah, ur supposed 2 send them when were there, my guy can fly in bcos of his Berkut and Manouvering expertise, but Alastor will need the codes for automatic docking, ty. And just say that the code diddnt work on that longer range, so u ge tit back to send shoter when were there.

IC: Lartimus/Laaht/Charcol

Laaht let go of the carbine, as Alastor had said, the lighter of the two. Lartimus still preferred the good old Rifle though. The length of his calmed him somehow. He nodded to Alastor, as if saying "We'll be fine" but of course, Laaht diddn't know that. No-one knew that. The agent only just knew that he was getting rescued, of course he had guessed to begin with. At least thats what Laaht had been told, no much on the whole. He shook out of it, respecting his leaders, although with this new team, he perry much was sure that they could take control if the need arose. Again he snapped out of it, he needed to stop daydreaming. He turned to a crew member and took his megaphone "Attention Pilots of the Necrean Squadren, we are preparing for liftoff, please follow me out of the hangar in your planes. That is all" he knew he sounded like an official jerk, in both ways. But he had to make it clear. He wished good luck to Alastor, and hopped in his Trust Charcol "Hey there, how you doing?" he said, absent-mindedly. He checked everything again and then drove out of the hangar, ending up first on the runway with the others in single file behind (the order is just the order of which you post your takeoff after mine) he counted them "Four, when we get this new guy and the agent, thats six" he said over the comm, not expecting a response, he told the air control that he was ready. He then waited for the ready's of the other pilots and tested his afterburner movement a tad. "Lets dance with the Angels" he said with the comm closed.

Tag: Necrean Squadren

OOC: this next psot is just you listening to my statement, maybe replying, and saying your ready. then you can do some personal saying or something and then ill post my liftoff.

 

"Caution: Unknown Aircraft, with full military capabilities are beginning to take off at the designated runway approximately 1 mile to the South, and Southwest." The computer warned. The man in the red Falken paid no attention, figuring he would be able to stay out of sight long enough to dissapear.

 

IC: Cpt. Masha Treskov - Private Hangar

A recruit came running into the hangar, "Captain, they're taking off!" he said, breathless. Masha turned to an agent, she muttered something in Estovakian, before getting into her plane, as the canopy came down the man was being taken away by Estovakian Military Police, the man didn't speak Estovakian, nor did he have an accent.

The hangar doors opened slowly, the sun blazed through the widening gap and into the tinted canopy of Masha's fighter. Masha brought her avionics online, started her engines, and brought down her HUD projecting lenses. Degrees, weapons systems, airspeed, and height appeared before her as she began to make her way out of the hangar. Military police and special agents followed the fighter out of the hanger before it made it's way to the rest of the squadron.

Heads turned as the unknown aircraft made it's way to the tarmac. A fighter of this caliber was seen once in Emmeria many years ago, but the pilot sacrificed himself to save his squadron, and so the experimental program was shut down. Now that the entire world was threatened, Estovakia needed strong fighters to defend their own country, as well as attack their enemy. So the project was continued from where it left off; Masha was chosen for this secret project because she was the pride of the Estovakian Air Force, and descended from a military family many officers hoped that she would join The Generals in leading their country to glory.

Lining up with the other aircraft Masha waited for control to give her the green light, "Control this is Archangel, ready for takeoff."

"Roger that, Archangel; runway clearance granted, take off when ready."

TAG: GM, Squadron

 

OOC: um...Rena? whats with the agent and the Generals were overthrown after the Emmerian/Estovakian war, they dont exist...

 

OOC: Yes I know, I interpreted it as being a general to lead the country's military. Because I would think that there would still be generals to lead the military but not the government. Hope this cleared up confusion.

 

Sorry about that, its just Generals was their name, sorry again.

 

The red Falken pilot looked down at the other airplanes, and wondered if they would give chase to him. He looked over at the GPS; the base he was contracted to defend would be nearby soon.

 

The red Falken pilot looked down at the other airplanes, and wondered if they would give chase to him. He looked over at the GPS; the base he was contracted to defend would be nearby soon.

 

OOC: I just got perscribed some new medications... so i'm kinda out of it... i'll be back in in a few days... when the worlds stops spining and the pink elephants arn't talkin' to me

 

ok then, the pink elephants get me every time. Watch out for thier claws.

Also, Insanity? longer posts, no double posting, Ic and Tag rules please.

 

00C: I'll try to post longer replies, but it would help if we had others posting... Also, I didn't mean to double post. My computer's a 6 year old pile of crap mom still hasn't degfragged the drive to date on. I lag out pretty frequently, so pardon doubles due to my constant refreshing....


IC:


"This is ADF-01 Falken Pilot Mobius 1, aboard the stealth fighter El Toro Fuerte to Lackland Air Force Base Ground Control. Clearance code 99015688321-ADF. Am currently 1 mile from base; situation is Bravo-13, as previously disgussed with base commander wilson. Do I have clearance to land? Still have 3/4 a tank. Over." The red Falken pilot said, switching to the frequency needed, to relay information to the MATC tower. Thrust was decreased proportionally to his altitude; he dropped through the thick cloud bank, coming out under the blanket in the middle of a slight drizzle. He was still almost 1,000 meters up, but the base was also a good ways away.

 

GM: Lackland Air Force Base Ground Control

"Negative, pilot, you are requested to meet a squadren to take out the Aerial in-flight. Please reset course to the coordinates that i sent as an attatchment" the Ground Commander paused a second "And be quick about it, they're setting off"

Tag: I_P