Author Topic: 118th Tactical Fighter Wing: Aces are Born - Mission 10 - Tango Line  (Read 76485 times)

Know what?
forget it.
Timeskip to the next mission, so I'm healed and such, because on base is boring and nobody posts.

Well...

Sorry for trying to make the game more fun then.

To be honest, I try constantly to draw attention to these threads and to stimulate action, but all of you just end up stuffting on it.
I understand that you want to roleplay in a certain way, but strictly tailoring events off of a pre-determined storyline is not the way to go.

SWAT the reason for the intermission was for passive rp.

But no one but me and a few others did anything.

SWAT the reason for the intermission was for passive rp.

But no one but me and a few others did anything.
Thisthisthisthisthisthsthithisstisthis
This is the way Vegetarian Zombie did it.
Now STFU.

GOD HOW I MISS VEGETARIAN ZOMBIE ; ;

Claire asks Jacov about rumors of an upcoming Operation Early Bird.

"It's coming. You want the rumors confirmed, go to the briefing room."
The next mornig
I run into the briefing room and wait for Skyeye to show up.
Five minutes later
"Comberth Harbor, home of the Aegir Fleet, is completely dependent on a single petrochemical complex for its fuel supply. The complex consists of a land based oil refinery/storage facility, and an offshore oil-drilling platform. Your mission is to go out and destroy, or at least damage, these sites. Our objective is to reduce production output of this complex to 20% or less. By cutting off the port's fuel supply, we will delay and disrupt the combat deployment of the Aegir fleet."
I run out.
"All planes, get ready for takeoff."
I hop into my SU-47, all the buttons and dials and switches and gauges translated to English.
I put on my helmet.
"Talon 3-1, requesting takeoff permission."
"Granted, Talon. Happy hunting."
I gun the afterburners and pull up into a Pugachev Cobra maneuver just to show off.
« Last Edit: September 25, 2012, 11:02:15 PM by Gojira »


You have no right to do Pugachev's Cobra, you aren't Russian >:O


I strap myself into the B-1s pilot seat and take off. "What's the anti aircraft situation near the complex?"

"Real mature, Talon. Just stick to the mission and fly like a normal person," I say, taking off.

Claire sprints to the B1 with a dufflebag over her shoulder and two extra chutes. She tosses them into the compartment in the rear and straps herself into her station. "Mind turning on my power back here?"

"Are you asking me to walk back there and flip some switches for you?"

// Why did you take off not everyone was aboard yet you whore

"No I mean turn the engines on so I can turn my stuff on."

// We're in the air idiot. You don't have to RP getting into the airplane...........

Forumer Name: Comatose
Character Name: Markus Ordena
Character Age (18-50): 28
Piloting Style (Air-to-Air, Air-to-Ground, or Multirole): Air-to-Ground
Personality: No-nonsense, cynical
Callsign: Gauss-81
Backstory*: (Will do later.)
Picture*: (Will also do later.)