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Where should we start from?

Where we left off
3 (33.3%)
From the beginning
5 (55.6%)
From a specific mission (specify which one in a post or PM to me or Qwepir)
1 (11.1%)

Total Members Voted: 9

Author Topic: ABS FIESTA - LOCKED EDITION  (Read 161397 times)

"Alright, Cowboy. One more trial to go before we can conclude testing. Reduce speed to 200 KTS. Enter level flight, and while the alpha limiter is disabled quickly pull back hard on the stick. Pitch down after reaching vertical. Control power throughout the maneuver and attempt to maintain constant altitude. Watch the RPM gauge and warning lights as you do this. The intakes weren't designed with extreme angle of attack changes in mind. We only want to see if we can safely push your aircraft past its design envelope."

I get down to around 6000 feet, level off and reduce power. Here goes nothing.

I quickly jam the stick into my gut. The aircraft pitches wildly, assuming vertical attitude in under a second and slowing down to a crawl. BANG! The right engine OVERTEMP light shines briefly, and the RPM gauge goes a little crazy.

"Holy stuff! Tower, Cowboy, requesting emergency landing! I think one of my engines just flamed out!"

I can't quite pitch down quickly enough to recover, and the yawing of the engines sends me into a gut wrenching flat spin.

"Cowboy, we have sight of your aircraft and have given you landing clearance on all runways. Can you recover?"

"I should be able to! Gimme a moment here!"

I'm losing altitude fast. Fighting against the thrust imbalance I jam the rudder left and pitch down, bring the aircraft under control and manage to pull out of the dive just shy of a thousand feet.

After coming to a full stop on the runway and powering down, I quickly climb out of the roosterpit. The ground crew arrives shortly and tows the M4K back into a maintenance hangar.

I could've died there.
« Last Edit: July 22, 2014, 02:22:36 AM by NoZoner »

forget it. I'm going on patrol.

I put down my "Huitzian For Dummies, V. II" book. As if on cue, the loud speaker that leads to our room goes off, pissing off a few of my squad members


"[Rye Daxton, Cuauhtli Flight 1-5, report to your hangar for solo-area sweep of a 200 km radius around Kihurne. Extended briefing during flight]." I say "[Okay]." and get suited up.

>realize its 12 am
>daxton tired as forget

I wasn't aware you could just assign missions to yourself.

I wasn't aware you could just assign missions to yourself.
im booored

people in these rps usually go on patrol every now and again, not too big of a deal


inb4 the base is under attack

The base is under attack by indoctrinated cyborg spider-shark-bears.
In acknowledgement of this new threat the NAUC and Huitzlaotani have agreed to set aside their differences and dominate the indoctrinated cyborg spider-shark-bears.
Everybody sortie immediately

the aurussicans have mastered the art of shark-bear we are doomed




Yes of course this is legit
Because cyborg shark-bear-spiders are such a serious and totally not stupid thing
Also they're alien zombie cyborg ninja pirate shark-bear-spiders being ridden by alien zombie cyborg dragon-national socialists carrying fascism cannons

Have I made my point or do I have to write something even more ridiculous.

Yes of course this is legit
Because cyborg shark-bear-spiders are such a serious and totally not stupid thing
Also they're alien zombie cyborg ninja pirate shark-bear-spiders being ridden by alien zombie cyborg dragon-national socialists carrying fascism cannons

Have I made my point or do I have to write something even more ridiculous.
more ridiculous please

The alien cyborg ninja pirate bear-shark spiders being ridden by alien zombie cyborg dragon-national socialists are fighting ethereal transcendent communists in robot shells. These ethereal transcendent robot communists ride into battle on mechanical lava tiger-scorpions that breathe plasma and stuff pure fury upon their enemies. Also they shoot lasers out of their eyes. The ethereal communists also want to spread the evils of communism. Meanwhile, in Kintharia, demons with huge dongs are everywhere and Raiden flight is kicking ass and taking names, functionally committing a genocide of the demon race as they swap from purely air combat to utilizing transforming plane-mechs. At the same time Cuauthli flight and Mjolnir have combined to form Malleus Alata, having formed pacts with ancient beings long thought to be dead, becoming demigods with the capability to form a power mechanical shell around them, becoming the cores of the great machines.
« Last Edit: July 22, 2014, 04:25:03 PM by xxxxkill »