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    The Federal News logo is seen on your screen before it kicks over to an anchor man in a grey suit.

     

    "Tango Urilla, a back water Planet with a serious attitude! The Arachnid attitude. Federal announcers have indicated that the 6th Fleet will be deployed to the Altair System in order to combat the threat. Governor Johnathan Grachlin had this to say."

     

    The Camera pans to a man with salt and pepper hair and a black suit with a red tie.

     

    "Today marks a momentus occasion! The Federation will work with the 3rd Tango Urillian Militia to route out and destroy the Arachnid presence on our planet. Even as we speak mobilization has begun and ships are being readied for the operation being dubbed "Operation Lost Colony"

     

    The Camera pans back to the Anchor

     

    "We have confirmed reports of ship mobilization from Terra. Units such as the 34th Terran Rifles, the 3rd Tango Urillian Militia, and the 112th Morita Rifles are just a small number of units being deployed to the planet. 

     

    The Federation goes to war against its known enemy, now is the time! Will you do your part and help to protect humanity? See your local recruiters today and become part of something bigger!

     

    WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW MORE?

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    The Screen shows the Federal Flag and plays the FEDNET Jingle

     

    The Federal Announcer begins to speak

     

    "Tango Urilla -- A Desert fringe planet in the Altair System. Sixty years ago it was the site of an Arachnid ambush on Mobile Infantry forces. Today its a thriving Colony of One Hundred Fifteen Thousand Citizens and Civilians. Though Tango Urilla is so far out from our Home system it has strived to become a strong Federation Colony. Recently having given fourty thousand of its Citizens in recent efforts to help Hesperus retake its land from the Progenitor menace. Tango Urilla still struggles against an Arachnid presence, and has finally had its plea heard by the Federal Council."

     

    The Camera switches to the Council Chambers where a man with salt and pepper hair Govenor Johnathan Grachlin speaks to the Council.

     

    "Fellow Federation representatives, Today I come to you with a plea.. One of long term strife, and determined survival. We have struggled for six decades to combat the Arachnid Menace that plagues our planet. We now wish to push past this meaningless conflict, and ask the Federal Council to supply us with the means to free ourselves from this oppression. Lend us the Military Resources we need to cleanse ourselves of the Bugs, and build something that can better benefit the Federation."

     

    The Camera pans across the faces of thousands of Council Members who deliberate between themselves. Grachlin sits down and another man stands up at the head table of the Council. The Skymarshal who sits next to him is in attendance.

     

    "To the Federal Council member from Tango Urilla, Altair System. We appreciate your contribution to the Federation, and we wish to impart upon you our condol--"

     

    The Speaker is interrupted by Skymarshal Cortez whom stands up, and the man sits down.

     

    "To the honorable representative of Tango Urilla in the Altair System. I again thank you for coming here and speaking to us about you plea. In these times of strife we need to work together to become a stronger Federation and to rebuild what was destroyed during the Progenitor attacks, and the subsequent Civil War. To do this I recommend that a Federal Fleet be sent to Tango Urilla to combat the Arachnids threat. However I believe that we cannot give something for nothing; I would like to add that if we send this fleet to Tango Urilla that they would be willing to construct a Shipyard to help rebuild our fleet."

     

    Much of the room applauds the popular Skymarshal and after it ends Govenor Johnathan Grachlin stands.

     

    "To the Skymarshal Tango Urilla of the Altair system sends this reply. If the vote to send the Fleet is in favor Tango Urilla will build a Federation Shipyard and work to rebuild a new Federal Fleet."

     

    The Room again erupts into racous applaus. The Camera rolls back to the Federal Flag for a time before returning to the Council Chambers. Govenor Johnathan Grachlin and Skymarshal Cortez shake hands as applaus echoes through the room. The Federation announcer speaks.

     

    "Here at the Federal Council the elected members have voted in favor to send a fleet to assist Tango Urilla. The vote came to a 78% in favor, and 22% against. This is the first step to creating a stronger Federation."

     

     

    WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW MORE?


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    Though typically the actions performed are mostly memes there are people who generally want to rp. Do not run people over with vehicles and ruin rp because you think it’s fun.

     

    As for you Bohannon be more cautious when you open your mouth to reply to people. Especially when you are angry; if you want to be the bigger man then act like it. 

     

    If in in the future you have a complaint you should name someone to be corrected instead of insulting admins in a public complaint forum whom had nothing to do with your misfortune.

     

    Pilotfish, since you apologized I will forgo any punishment. Be sure you don’t repeat it.


  4. On ‎8‎/‎28‎/‎2018 at 8:06 PM, Pilotfish said:

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    ULYSSES S. GRANT

     

    FLIGHT WING APPLICATION

     

     

     

     

    OOC Portion:

     

     

    Steam user name: Pilotfish

     

    How active are you on server: Active.

     

    When are you most active with your timezone: 9PM onwards in BST.

     

    Do you have a Microphone and Teamspeak: Yeah.

     

    Have you had any previous experience with Fleet rp: Yeah, both in TAC and as bridge crew, briefly.

     

    Provide an RP example of how a TAC fighter would react during space combat and or during ground combat:

     

    "Tremor 1-1, Bandicoot, standby for fire mission."

     

    "Bandicoot, Tremor 1-1, send it."

     

    "Fire mission as follows: Napalm strike, three hundred meters north of our position, ingress east, egress west. On my command. How copy?"

     

    "1-1 copies. On your go, Bandicoot."

     

    Below, a sea of arachnids, and at their centre, a tightly bound ball of flashing rifle-fire and jostling helmets. The TAC's engines screamed as he pulled it on a tight turn, lining up for the strike. A flash of motion at Barnet's right, and he dipped the stick and cut the throttle. Above, a winged insect overshot, spewing organic napalm in a falling, smoking cloud of acrid fire. Air whistled, whipping past the cockpit as the ground swept up towards Barnet, covered in a moving carpet of screeching pseudo-arachnids. Closer and closer.

     

    He pulled on the stick and eased the throttle up again, and the heavy punch of Gs shoved him into his seat. Gritting his teeth, he spiralled into position and thumbed the firing stud. A small buzz of cannon-fire and the firebug was a spray of ichor and vapour on the wind. 

     

    "Tremor 11, cleared hot."

     

    "Copy that. Coming around now, Bandicoot."

     

    Barnet got his bearings - past his planned ingress. A glance around and a judgement call just too fast for conscious thought. He flipped the TAC on its side and pulled up, sending it in a screeching, banking turn around. Low to the ground, he levelled out, flipping up the 'DROP' cover on his stick. He tried to lean to the side a little to check the angle - an old habit from cargo birds. The military harness held him tightly in place, clinging. He hadn't gotten used to that yet.

     

    Bugs streamed below. Coming up on his left, he could see the morita fire. It seemed more sporadic now. Barnet frowned with concern, then looked back to his target. A quick flick of the wings gave him the view he would have gotten from leaning - a pair of tankers shoving and climbing their way through the thronging insect mass. An instinctive sneer came to Barnet's expression. He levelled out, and counted in his head, eyeing the MI position as a landmark.

     

    "..Two... one... now."

     

    The button clicked. A sterile noise. Below and to the sides of him, thunks of ordnance detaching from mountings. Clustered napalm canisters dropping at fifth-of-a-second intervals. Barnet counted them through, then pulled out of his run and banked to get a look at effect on target.

     

    Below him, a strip of fire was already blossoming through the horde. The tankers were indistinct in it all, visible through their death throes, and as the chemicals inside them reached flash-point and detonated. They blistered and popped like corn, scattering more fire amidst the crowd. 

     

    "Good fire-mission", muttered Barnet, immediately before his radio crackled. A new voice, less stern.

     

    "That's good effect on target, 11. We've got a royal heading in from our east. Can you gun-run it?"

     

    Barnet swung his TAC around to get a look, and saw a hulking figure striding in towards the pocket of infantry, mandibles raised. He nodded to himself, sneering again.

     

    "With pleasure."

     

    Provide an RP example of a dropship pilot, on ship or during a deployment:

    Atmosphere whipped past the windows of the Viking, and the turbulence of entry shuddered the airframe like a dust-mote in a breeze. Barnet leaned to the side and flicked the thermal regulation to maximum. He keyed the radio.

     

    "On the ground in five."

     

    "Understood." The clipped reply buzzed back.

     

    Barnet took a breath, and squinted out the windows. His instructor had taught him how to instrument-fly a Viking, but despite everything they'd said about differing gravitational field strength, air composition, and thermals, he still felt better eyeballing it. The Viking was a lot closer to the heavy cargo lifters he'd spent most of his life flying, and his gut told him not to get lost in the instruments. 

     

    Clouds whipped past. He flicked on the anti-icing systems. 

     

    Ocean below, far in the distance, sparkling deep green. An adjustment, then another. The stick was reassuringly heavy, not like the trigger-hair sensitivity of the TAC fighters. Vikings had to be convinced to move. Barnet liked that in a flier. He coaxed it level, then eased up the throttle, moving in on his controlled dive towards the LZ - now a flashing purple marker on his HUD.

     

    Bleeding speed now, the Viking started to drop, the purple marker moving steadily in time with the ocean sliding by to the sides. Barnet eased the boat into a slow orbit, squinting at the site. A valley, closed in on three sides. he was set to come down facing away from the mouth. That wouldn't do.

     

    "Slight delay, Mobile. I'll have you down in two."

     

    "Right." The same terse voice. Barnet didn't envy them the tension of waiting to rush out onto that alien ground. He swept around on a final leg, lining up to drop the ramp facing the mouth of the valley. Instrumentation bleeped at him. The HUD flashed a warning, 'PULL UP. LANDSCAPE.' It was registering the valley walls. A glance outside told him it wasn't tight enough for the updraft to be a problem. A flicked switch, and the landing jets kicked in with a hiss and a thump. 

     

    Gear extended, the Viking thumped to the ground, a little heavily. The ramp dropped down immediately after, and infantry streamed out. From outside, Barnet heard the shout of "Dust, dust, dust." He quickly checked the bay camera, then flicked the ramp mechanism into reverse and started bringing the throttle back up, sure to vector his thrusters to keep the swirling turbulence of dust and air out of the eyes of the troopers below. It spoiled his angle of ascension a little, but nothing a little abuse of the landing thrusters wouldn't fix.

     

    Do you acknowledge that extended lack of activity without notice will result in your removal: Sure.

     

    Do you acknowledge the negative stigma of Flight Wing, and my efforts to break said stigma: Very much.

     

    Do you acknowledge that failing to assist in these efforts will result in your removal: Absolutely.

     

     

     

    IC Portion:

     

     

    Name: Wilson Barnet

     

    :: Medical ::

     

    Medical disorders: None.

     

    Known allergies: None.

     

    Diseases: None.

     

    Extra info you’d wish to tell us: N/A

     

    :: Physical ::

     

    Age: 38

     

    Height: 5'8"

     

    Weight: 155lbs

     

    Build: Athletic 

     

    :: Note, all your physical test scores from basic will be accounted into selection process ::

     

    Current Rank: Ensign.

    :: Must be below the rank of SCpo. and  must not go below CM. ::

     

    Previous/Current Vessel (For Transfers): None.

     

    Brief history of your character: Barnet was the pilot of a cargo ferry, moving freight from Earth to Earth orbit. When the planet fell, he was shipped out with the other refugees, and signed up not long after as a military cargo flier. 

     

    Brief History of military service: A few months of service piloting cargo vessels, shipping freight between stations, ships, and outposts.

     

    Commendations given: None.

     

    Notable remarks from your higher ups: None.

     

    Why do you wish to become a pilot? I want to fly combat jets. I was flying when they came for Earth and it was the most powerless I've ever been. I never want to feel that again. I want to bring that feeling to the enemy.

     

    What qualifications do you have that would make you suitable for this position? Flying pretty much all my adult life. Granted, cargo hauling's not exactly the same as flying zoomers, but the principles all check: Primary, secondary, tertiary effects, radio usage, not crashing. I've got about thirty thousand hours of flight experience. Give me a fighter and I'll wrangle it.

     

    If you were to sign up, which position would you like to start your training in? TAC or DROPSHIPS? And provide a reason why. TAC. Same reason I want to be a pilot. I'll fly dropships if I'm needed to, but carrying ordnance is where my heart is.

     

    On ‎8‎/‎31‎/‎2018 at 12:46 AM, wolfy said:

    Steam user name:Wolfy

     

    How active are you on server: I am not always but active usually 

     

    When are you most active with your timezone:weekends 

     

    Do you have a Microphone and Teamspeak: no and yes

     

    Have you had any previous experience with Fleet rp: yes

     

    Provide an RP example of how a TAC fighter would react during space combat and or during ground combat: calm and collected and listening to orders 

     

    Provide an RP example of a dropship pilot, on ship or during a deployment: find a good LZ for the troops and make sure its not close or far from any bug holes and the objective

     

    Do you acknowledge that extended lack of activity without notice will result in your removal: yes i do

     

    Do you acknowledge the negative stigma of Flight Wing, and my efforts to break said stigma: yes

     

    Do you acknowledge that failing to assist in these efforts will result in your removal: yes

     

     

     

    IC Portion:

     

     

    Name: Amanda Fox

     

    :: Please provide all medical and or physical records below:: I;E -- Age, Weight, BMI, Build, wounds sustained, medical conditions, so on. ::

     

    :: Medical :: 

     

    Medical disorders: anger issues 

     

    Known allergies: latex 

     

    Diseases: none

     

    Extra info you’d wish to tell us: virgin,and her left eye is blue and right eye is green

     

    :: Physical ::

     

    Age: 21

     

    Height (Must be below 6’0”): 5'5

     

    Weight:110

     

    Build: not much

     

    BMI: normal 

     

    Extra info you’d wish to tell us: D cups

     

    :: Note, all your physical test scores from basic will be accounted into selection process ::

     

    Current Rank: PVT

    :: Must be below the rank of SCpo. and  must not go below CM. ::

     

    Previous/Current Vessel (For Transfers): none

     

    Brief history of your character: Her sister was taken by the bugs and she always wanted to be a pilot so Amanda is filling in for her dream

     

    Brief History of military service: none

     

    Commendations given: none

     

    Notable remarks from your higher ups: none

     

     

    Why do you wish to become a pilot? So i can protect the others down below with the hellfire of air-support and to get them out a ALIVE

     

    What qualifications do you have that would make you suitable for this position? I am calm and collected and will not stir off my mission and I've flied  lots before

     

    If you were to sign up, which position would you like to start your training in? TAC or DROPSHIPS? And provide a reason why. but for training i would like it to be TAC

     

    ::Note:: TAC is usually reserved for people who’ve shown that they are capable pilots, both on and off ship ::

     

    >> Signed off by :: Lt. Scarlett Ebsworth, presiding Flight Wing Commander. <<

     

    Approved,

     

    Speak to LtCdr. Frank O'Connor for induction.


  5. On 8/29/2018 at 7:23 PM, Wewai said:

    [AdminLog] 03:20:11 - [ic]Luther W. Taylor: Do you know the way?

    [AdminLog] 03:20:40 - [ic]Sabine Bilodeau: De wae to where Captain?
    [AdminLog] 03:20:51 - [ic]Luther W. Taylor: To the Sanctuary

    [AdminLog] 03:21:38 - [ic]Sabine Bilodeau: Indeed I do. A place I have been to a handful of times.
     

     

    [AdminLog] 03:21:32 - Xalphox used /radio. Arguments were Listen to me... I am the Captain now
     

    Kill it with fire.

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