Snys93 Posted March 6, 2014 Share Posted March 6, 2014 Ansam gave a grin of sheer glee. This job was getting interesting for certain and was eager to get started as soon as he got his hands on an Arwing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harlow Posted March 6, 2014 Share Posted March 6, 2014 "Well, as you say. Ready in five." He propped up the chair and went to the room, peacing out the guys. He did not care for guns and Arwings, they were never in his MO and he was never let to touch aircraft since that little incident. Now wait... "Maybe that armory has flashbangs, smoke screens and the like. Not as good as the ones I make, but they will suffice for thsi mission. A couple of my special ones and I'm good to go." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
russiandog38 Posted March 6, 2014 Share Posted March 6, 2014 Ashlin let out a yawn and stretched, getting up to follow her teamates that where leaving. "Im goin to go prepare my rifle." She said, disappearing from the room to enter hers. As she did, she collected her gun off the table and began the proccess of dismantling it and cleaning the parts. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jimmy Darnell Posted March 6, 2014 Share Posted March 6, 2014 Dimitri straightens up, leaning forward and cracking his back. "So how 'bout that weapons interface Hackett?" He says, standing up with a bit of a stretch. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jeroscope Posted March 6, 2014 Author Share Posted March 6, 2014 "The AI will give you instructions. Think of it like flying a bigger fighter, cause this ship is fast and nimble. Just dont let the power creep up on you." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jimmy Darnell Posted March 6, 2014 Share Posted March 6, 2014 "Alrighty, how much longer 'til we have a green light for this mission?" Dimitri says. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arashikage Posted March 8, 2014 Share Posted March 8, 2014 Elektra took the opportunity she now had to approach Hackett. "Now might not be the best time to mention this. I've never flown anything in my life short of paper airplanes. How do you expect me to fly an Arwing?" She asked. It was weird. She had no experience simulated or otherwise, nothing even on her file. And those paper airplanes? They usually all crashed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jeroscope Posted March 8, 2014 Author Share Posted March 8, 2014 "But didn't you fly a ship to get to Fichina?" he asked, seeming rather confused. He brought his palm to his face. "Well, I guess that makes you part of ground team. Anyone else here able to fly?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snys93 Posted March 8, 2014 Share Posted March 8, 2014 (Ansam to Hackett) "It won't make too much difference with a forth pilot anyway. Pirates is one thing, fighting Starwolf is another. I'd feel safer if we had a heavy support unit backing us and I don't mean Executor." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jeroscope Posted March 8, 2014 Author Share Posted March 8, 2014 "Well that's just something we'll have to do without." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fedora Posted March 10, 2014 Share Posted March 10, 2014 Doc finally makes it to deck two, hearing the briefing over the intercom. He makes his way to Hackett, "Hackett, which of my nurses are on Katina and what are they doing there?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snys93 Posted March 10, 2014 Share Posted March 10, 2014 Ansam left the briefing and went down to the hanger to find a flight suit. He didn't like to waste time with particulars, the mission was simple enough and didn't to bother with any further details. 'No heavy support, huh?', Ansam thought to myself. He didn't want to argue with Hackett seeing that he was running the show. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jeroscope Posted March 10, 2014 Author Share Posted March 10, 2014 In response to Doc, Hackett double checked the name and started looking puzzled. "Gui... Gu... I don't know. It starts with a G," he said as he walked out of the room and down to the hangar bay. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snys93 Posted March 10, 2014 Share Posted March 10, 2014 Ansam made a final check to his inventory after donning an unmarked flight suit. He notice Hackett entering the hanger bay and turned to the Arwings. "So which ones mine?" he asked. He noticed one in the corner, it a little more scuffed than the others. It had a green painted blaze across its dorsal plating from bow to stern, the paint worn from repeated skirmishes. Her hull had seen battle and bore scars that would never heal. Ansam had made his choice. "That one," he pointed, "that one is mine." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr. Orange Posted March 10, 2014 Share Posted March 10, 2014 Zephir entered the hanger bay behind Ansam and Hackett. "What is the current status with these ships?" He asked. "Anything special to note down?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harlow Posted March 10, 2014 Share Posted March 10, 2014 Some time after, the jaguar came into the room some of the others were, his long hair tied and constricted into a small bun, akin of those athletes had while playing. He donned a simple white t-shirt, a bulletproof vest provided by the ship and the same overcoat he used the first day. Turns out they did have a generous, albeit limited, selection of flashbags and smokescreens, so he packed several of those, but limited to his two Desert Eagles concerning firepower. The others might've thought it was an odd emsemble, but that's the way he worked in the past and the way he has worked since. "Zephir... Rest... Where's the ground team starting on?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr. Orange Posted March 10, 2014 Share Posted March 10, 2014 "Rest is for the dead my friend," He said. "And I am very much alive." "Would we also be needing flight suits. I prefer we didn't." He said turning back to Hackett. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jimmy Darnell Posted March 11, 2014 Share Posted March 11, 2014 Dimitri walked out from the briefing and towards his room. As he stepped in, he put on his tactical vest, loaded a few mags and his revolver, sticking extra munnitions into the slot on his belt. He slung his AR onto his back, and walked out the door towards the lift. As he hopped on and pressed up to go to the main deck, he loaded a mag into his rifle; making sure to keep the saftey on. The doors opened up, revealing the deck. He stepped out, walking towards the pilot seat. As he reaches it, he props his rifle on the consile next to him, taking a seat. "Alrighty, how do I pilot this thing?" He says, popping his fingers and neck. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harlow Posted March 11, 2014 Share Posted March 11, 2014 "From what I've seen at the med bay yesterday, I'd say barely, my friend" he said at the wolf as he snickered. That wolf always seemed to be a bit of an airhead. Was he always this way? Or did he have a potent stash at his cabin? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
russiandog38 Posted March 11, 2014 Share Posted March 11, 2014 Ashlin stepped into the hanger, her rifle slung across her back and her handgun and knife sheathed on each side of her belt. She wore the same desert camo pants she had on earlier but with a black tanktop instead of gray. Leather bracers covered her forearms and a leather cuff tied around the base of her tail, giving both some protection in case the combat got a little to close. "So when does this party start eh?" She asks, removing the goggles from her head to wipe at them with her shirt. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fedora Posted March 11, 2014 Share Posted March 11, 2014 Doc follows Hackett down to the hangar. He grabs Hackett by the shoulder and turns him around, "Giuseppa?!" Doc asks completely surprised. "What is she doing there?!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ballisticwaffles Posted March 11, 2014 Share Posted March 11, 2014 "Gentlemen" Ian greets as he holds open a door. With his free foot he nudges a large dull grey container into the hanger, letting the door shut behind him as he enters. No longer in his fancy lounge jacket and grey silk pants, Ian is a total 180 spin from his prior appearance. From head to toe he is clad in plates of a humming metal, strategically located on his forearms, his shoulders, his chest and his legs. Under that is a thick body stocking that leaves only Ian's head from being covered. On his back is a larger dull grey container, a feeding tube leading directly to the monstrosity that was being currently held in Ian's other hand. The tube plugs into the bottom where a bulky feeding mechanism is only made bigger by various tubes that feed strange and esoteric liquids in and out of the gun itself. and those spawn from two Tubes that line the sides of the box. The Feeding mechanism gives way to the barrel, a long and thick piece of metal that is bisected by a large piece of metal with various holes of various sizes. At the tip, almost a wacky inclusion from the size of the rest of its pieces, is a pilot light. "Someone please give me a hand" Ian rumbles, his false eye lit with various bits of green and red lights. "I'm not an Uberaffe. This ammo is heavier than it looks." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jeroscope Posted March 11, 2014 Author Share Posted March 11, 2014 Looking to Ansam, he shrugged, passing the Arwing. "Take it. The gray one's mine," He continued going down the line as Zephir posed the question. "Sure, if you want to die due to G-Diffuser malfunction. While these are nice and reliable, they aren't invincible. I'm sure you'll find one in your color. I got a whole rainbow." He continued going down the line, finally stopped by Doc. He was surprised as he was turned around and opened his eyes wide. After Doc was finished having his moment, he pushed his arm off lightly. "I couldn't tell ya. All I got is that she's on her way here." He turned back around and passed a large shuttle, meant for carrying people. "Ground team, load up. Whoever can drive, drive." He finally got to his Arwing, a very basic looking gray craft with no discernible markings. He hopped in and got prepped for take off, putting his radio set on. He was already in his pilot gear as he practically lived in it. "Any other pilots for Arwings, speak now or forever hold your peace." On the bridge, Dimitri would find that a holographic display appears before him. Intuitive display active. The display featured very easy to learn controls, working a lot like a real time strategy game that controlled the Executor. He could mark targets, create a flight plan, and even resort to manual controls, turning the whole thing into one giant fighter. Manual controls available at your request. When activating manual controls, please keep your arms above your head and do not move. This meant that joysticks would come out of the armrests, similar to Arwing controls. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snys93 Posted March 11, 2014 Share Posted March 11, 2014 Ansam had piled into his Arwing. He noticed right away that this was a well weathered craft of a veteran. The shepherd then saw what looked like a photograph snapshot wedged between the console of the heads-up-display. He remove it, examining it. It was of what he presumed to be the previous pilot and his family, standing on one with his wife on his left and infant child tenderly held in place standing on a green lawn of grass. It was an old photo judging from the hair cuts, fashion and the half image of a CDF staff car in the driveway. Staring at this photograph did something to Ansam; he realized that there were people who were truly happy, living normal lives, raising families, steady jobs, things like that. Then reality kicked in and Ansam knew he was never destined for that kind of life. He returned the photo back he found, wedging in between a separation in the HUD. It would be wrong to take away from the cockpit all together, it had been there for long it was practically a part of the craft itself. He strapped himself and awaited for orders. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
russiandog38 Posted March 11, 2014 Share Posted March 11, 2014 Ashlin wasnt much a pilot, well, a fighter pilot anyways. She owned an old venomise scout ship back on Titania, but it was surface use only and, unlike a fighter which was built for power and strength, the scout was built for speed and maneuverability. So with the lack of fighter experiance (and the fact that she wouldnt last longer then five seconds in a heavy weapon dog fight), the vixan shook away the suggestion of an arwing. She did, however, climb into the cockpit of the shuttle, looking over the controls. Couldnt be that diffrent from a scout. "Anyone against me flyin this thing?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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