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Nostromo wrote:

Bump whore

UGA official transcript involving the events pertaining to the Gorgothia Mining Vessel Incident...

Transcript Serial # 2812-38-4423-DC
SD: 5388-29-03
Description: ----------------
The following is a distress communication burst from Defensive Wing A11-X2 Chevron, functioning as escort for the Dreadnaught class mining vessel Gorgothia. Casualties sustained, experimental Beam weapons preserved by order of acting XO of the Centarsus Deep Space Defensive Platform and Fueling Depot.
Relevant Persons: -----------
Chevron Silver One: LTC. Alexander Wey Yutan
Receiving Centarsus Communications Officer: [REDACTED]
Executive Officer on duty: Major General George Atlas

Playing:---------------------------------------------------------------------
Chevron Silver One (CS1): *Krrrzzt* This is Alfa-One-One-Dash-Xray-Two Chevron Silver One. Sending a Priority 3 distress burst to any listening UGA Forces in Centarsus Space Cluster. I have two confirmed Bishop class Battle-Carriers manned by rogue pirate forces, and one Knight class Robotics Carrier. Please Respond!
Centarsus Communication Officer (CCO): This is the Centarsus Deep Space Depot 7, What is your current location?
CS1: Current location is [REDACTED]. We're getting the [REDACTED] blown out of us! In desperate need of help, Chevron Gold was almost obliterated on first contact! Four functioning Gold ships left.
CCO: Position received, deploying emerg-
Executive Officer (XO):Belay that, the reported distance is too great to send a reasonable response team. Enact provision twenty-three, fall back to your home carrier and flee. Provide acceptable cover for all Beam class ships as a priority, everything else is secondary.
CS1:Wait, the [REDACTED] are you saying?! That'll mea- *Krrzzzzzt*
CCO: Chevron Silver One?
CS1: [Background chatter]Gold Three, where is four? Four! What is she doing?! Four Fall Back Now!
CCO: Respond Chevron Silver One.
CS1: Rebecca!? Stop right Now! Rebecca!
XO: Respond Chevron Silver One and Report, this is an order.
CS1: Home Carrier has been opened up and spaced, why do you think I'm calling you instead of the Home Carrier!? Now Gold is down to three ships you [REDACTED]!
XO: We'll deal with your behavior later, boy. As of now you are ordered to retreat and defend those Beams with whatever you have left.
CS1: We'll see...

------------ Communications abruptly ended due to user execution of program------

Starting forces:
1 Dreadnaught class Mining ---- All hand lost
1 Rook class Home Carrier ---- All hands lost
1 FM-25 LR Beam ship ---- Survived
1 M10 MR Beam ship ---- Survived - Damaged
1 B10-G Hvy Bomber ---- All hands lost
1 H4B Hvy Bomber ---- Survived - Damaged
2 F3-X Lgt Interceptors ---- One Survived - Damaged / One Lost
8 F3 Interceptors ---- Six Survived - Three Damaged / Two Lost

Est. Inflicted Casualties
13 Robotic Interceptor
4 Manned Craft

Battle Results : Successful

That was an interesting look at Gov't Military politics eh?

Nightwing wrote:Also: In Moon Breakers, when you get shot down, you can respawn. This obviously can't happen in real life, so I've decided to implement a mechanic that will take the place of respawn. Hint: Telepresence.

Just because in game we tend to throw around lives without pause for the deaths we rack up doesn't mean that you couldn't have Manned craft in your story. The way I see it, the VR thing with drones would work well to explain a lot of the actual games we play in MB, but, I think everyone agrees those fights would be very poor portrayals of actual military combats. Figure that the real Aces tend to man their own crafts in-person, while the new guys crash the drones from the VR terminals until they're considered good enough to be an 'actual' pilot. In many cases the carriers would flee if their arse was being stomped, thus saving anyone on board. In my character submission I sort of make an exception to this, claiming that the pilots of the Chevron Wing were mostly 'good' enough to qualify, but, those people were considered to be 'undesirables' by someone important in the Gov't military complex. But, not disliked enough or without legal excuse to discharge them. That is why the Wing is composed of Manned craft instead of robotics.

Nostromo wrote:That is why the Wing is composed of Manned craft instead of robotics.

Just like Reapers and unlike the ***

This might help. I made a short story about a revolution on Earth by a genius years into the future: where the government is corrupt. Maybe this could help as a prequel of what happened years before to start this conflict....

It is the future. All governments of all countries have been corrupted by greed for money and power. However, there is one last pocket of resistance; the Survivors.
A man dressed in a coat and hat seemingly a bit too small for him, walked into the White House. After all, he had scheduled an appointment for the President of the United States. He was escorted to the Oval Office, where the President waited for him. He was turned around. "How do you like these paintings, Adam? They are all of the previous people before me: Lincoln, Roosevelt, Nixon, Bush, Obama." He turned back around to face Adam. " You better have something good to show me." From the inside of his pocket, Adam pulled a miniscule object, grabbed two sides of it, and pulled them, expanding it to a huge size. It looked like a super tank, with secondary armaments everywhere and a double barreled cannon at the top. " You must realize, Mr. President, that after this, I will not do work like this anymore." He turned, and left the room. The President looked at his distant form, looked at the super tank, and made a slicing motion on his neck to some guards that had entered the room. They understood, and chased after the man in the coat and the hat...
This story is now chronicled in my notebook. I find that four men have been pursuing me for the last half mile. I am ready for them at any time, should they attack. I shall go bac-
I blocked the left arm, quickly jabbed the head, hit the weakness, and kneed him in the head. My breathing was heavy, and I was running as fast as I could. If I reached my garage, nothing could stop me. I reached my garage, and found my friend, Alice, waiting for me. "Did you pack the stuff we need?" "Yes, yes, of course." We both climbed into our ship, that we designed and built together. I started up the engine, and she readied the weapons. I tore out of the garage, surprising the three men who stood there. Alice pointed the guns, and they were gone like a sinking boat in water. We headed up, farther and higher than we had ever been before. The burn of the atmosphere slammed into the sides of the ship. I could barely see through the orange flames licking at the ship. After what seemed like forever, we finally exited the atmosphere. "Woohoo! That was an adventure, wasn't it?" I exclaimed. "It certainly was," replied Alice. We traveled to Mars, but it took us a couple of hours, in which we consumed four pounds of food. We set up a small reusable camp with the items that we had brought, and ate dinner, or whatever passed for it on Mars. Why were we doing all of this? It was because we believed that the government was corrupt. Over time, we kept revisiting Earth, stocking up on supplies and recruiting new members, from friends like James and Luis, to perfect strangers, like Jeff and Ally. So here I am now, the leader of a civilization, one that is prepared for war with Earth. (close notebook) "So, Paul, how are things going with the shield research tech?" "We're doing pretty well, it's just the fact that we can't seem to put it on a ship." "Good job. Keep up the good work!" I walked around the Mars base, looking at people in flight simulators or scientists designing new items to be put to use in ships. I went to my ship, customized by scars and the ability to have a copilot, and jumped into the cockpit, followed by Alice. "Just like old days, huh?" "Just like old days." We shot out of the hanger, followed by Red, Blue, and Black Squadron Leaders. "Okay team, here's the deal; we're hitting a nuclear power plant. Nothing fancy about it, we're just destroying it. Just watch out for any missile turrets, because more people have started hearing about us. They call us the Colored Bandits." I laugh, then say, "Separate into groups in three, two , one." We grouped with Red, while Blue and Black joined together. "Watch out, Blue, a missile is on your tail!" "It's okay, my secondary turret has it." It was then that I looked at his ship and found that he had installed an automatic turret onto the back. It destroyed the missile with one shot. "Impressive!" I remarked. However, I had my own objectives to deal with. Me and Red headed towards the first generator, while the other group headed towards the second. We launched our missiles, scored, and made another missile run. We kept this up until it blew up into a ball of flame. We then headed back to the Mars base, where we relaxed. "That was fun, wasn't it?" I asked Alice. "Always," she said. We headed to the mess hall, where we chose from our homemade food, and then sat down. As we slowly ate, Jeff and Ally, the married couple, came and told us about what the spy department had found. "They are slowly learning more about how to make spaceships. Even though they aren't as good as ours, it's still a dangerous step." I pondered what to do, and decided on trying to sabotage the facility. I sent Red, Blue, Black, Green, and Orange Squadrons to destroy the facility; and destroy it they did. Unfortunately, it was just a decoy, and though they destroyed it, one prototype was left; the one thing that would end up to cause the greatest war in history. As we celebrated, the radar monitor observed five small blips on the radar, and called me to see it. I decided to scout, so Alice and I climbed once again into our fighter, and flew out of the base. As we scouted around the area where the blips were, our ship was shot; by one round, then another, then another. "Get back to the base!" Alice yelled. I turned the speed to maximum, and we sped towards Mars. When we landed, engineers instantly started work on it, and I went to the War Room. "We have trouble," I shouted, at the top of my lungs. "All commanders, report to the War Room immediately!" All of the squadron leaders, commanders, and everyone above them reported. It was quite a mess, but who cared? I reminded myself to specify who would go to the War Room later. "We have an urgent situation on our hands. The government has learned how to make ships that, in groups, can destroy ours. We must obtain that laser and shield tech, then outfit our ships with them." Everyone listened silently. "James." James came and handed me a laser shooter, which looked like a regular turret, and a shield generator, which looked like a small sphere. "These objects will be the keys to our success in the war against the government." I pulled out a handgun, pointed it at myself, put the generator right in front of me, and "shot myself." The bullet was deflected, and lodged in a wall right next to me. " The scientists are making great progress on making a generator for the size of ships. Once we do, we will all install them. It will be mandatory. Meeting dismissed." As they all filed out of the room, Alice came to me. "Do we have to change the look of our fighter?" she asked me. "Nope, because we already have enough room for the equipment," I replied. She walked away, returning to her room.
* * *
The next morning, I woke up, and walked by the lab. I saw James hunched over, sleeping on a chair, next to a desk with a spherical object. I realized that it was the fighter sized shield generator, and made a mental note to thank him later. I walked to the hanger bay, and stared at my fighter, my pride and joy, because all the weapons were removed except the missile launchers! I paid attention and looked around back. I saw Alice, who had stayed up all night, working. "Surprised? Come on, help me with this!" I realized that she was dismantling the weaponry so that we could easily put lasers on it later on. I grabbed some tools, and started on a different turret. James finally woke up, and presented the shield to me. "Thanks, James," I told him, and as he walked off, I put it in a newly installed shield holder. It took it in, glowed a soft blue light, and a new hum other than the engines during flight ended up joining us from there on during flight. As I met later with the counsel in the War Room, I discussed the laser and shield tech in these sections; where to place them, their limits, and how they were still prototypes. I dismissed the meeting when suddenly, the alarms went off. The radar monitor rushed into the room. "They're launching a full scale attack, sir!" He then rushed off to the lab to grab some laser and shield prototypes to hand out. I went over to the microphone and yelled, "Everyone, go to the lab and collect their lasers and shields now!" I then proceeded to the hanger bay, and en route, Alice joined me. We silently jumped into the ship, and set up. "All systems check, including the new ones," she told me, and I quickly lifted our ship out into space. Other ships and squadrons soon followed. "Ready, and break!" I yelled to everyone. we all speeded into separate directions to close in on the enemy. The following battle was less of a battle and more of a massacre. We destroyed the government with no problem, with the advanced technology. Unfortunately, this was not to last. Both sides, both mine and the government, knew about each other now, and both of us started to create new tech to destroy the other side. In the end, it didn't turn into the resolution of a Cold War like situation; it exploded into an all out war. It taxed us all, down to the lowest rank pilot. Finally, in one battle, me and Alice climbed into our fighter. It was becoming so normal now, we expected this to happen at least once a day. We eased out of the hanger, once again followed in V-formation, and we broke the formation again, attacking the enemy with small three pair squads formed right after we broke. We formed up with James and Ally as our wing. All of us pilots swerved, jinked, and dodged around asteroids, ships, and we worked as a team to defeat enemies. However, an alarm in our ship suddenly went off. It said we had been hit! "How?" we both asked each other on the same time. I then realized that a small sharp particle hit us in a shield supporter, and we were now vulnerable. "James, Ally, we need to head back to the carrier. Our shield is down because it was destroyed by a meteorite. " " Copy that, Team Leader, we'll find a partner to pair up with. James out." We turned and flew to the carrier, but a stray laser hit the engines. We lost control and started to fall towards a jungle planet where our 5th base was. We stored no ejection seats, so we had to sit tight and hope for the best. "Hold on, it's going to be bumpy!" I yelled. We had erratic power bursts from our hoverpads, but though I would usually complain about erratic bursts, it was now our only hope. We held on tight to the controls, and hoped for the best. Alarms were going off everywhere we were holding on tight, the ground rushed toward us... an d then we blacked out. When I woke up, I saw Alice had a head gash, and that she was awake. "You have cuts all over the visible part of your body, but you look fine enough," Alice told me, before I asked her. I looked behind us, and saw a recognizable outline of our ship. On the other hand, there were many parts scattered all over. "It's going to take a lot of work in order to fix this up," I said sadly to Alice. We both started to identify and fix items on the ground. So this is where I am now, writing in my diary. I hope for the best, especially for my civilization to keep fighting. I hope Alice and I can fix this ship soon, because if we don't, we're going to have to live as castaways for a while on this jungle like planet.
The fight went on above, the civilization now having James as it's leader. They fight on, without Alice and Adam, but they always hope that they might come back. Among the stars, a war rages on, between the freedom fighters, and the corrupt government. Who will win? Who will lose? It's a mystery that will never be solved... or will it?

AND YES, THE NAMES ARE GENERIC

Good god. Holy wall of text, batman! lol

All joking aside, this will work great for a prologue!
Would you mind if I copied this and used it?

Is it too late to post a character profile? I think you could do with a female character as well, right?

Yeah... that wall of text needs proper pacing for dialogue, other than than, it's ok

I don't mind. It's all fine with me. Also, can I take in a role later on? Here it is:

First Part:

Callsign: FireOfEarth
Name: Unknown
Rank: 4-Bar
Squadron: N/A
Faction: Neutral
Favorite ship: F-3 Mamba
Personality: A mysterious person who keeps himself hooded and mostly quiet. Although he shows up once in a while randomly to talk to people on both sides, he leaves quickly afterwards. Although he is very secretive, he appears to be protecting something...or someone.
Basic physical description: (Gender, height, weight, eye/hair color, etc.)
History: Fire is not of any world known, and isn't of any faction known. He only recently started to appear to squadrons in random places, and the reason he visits is unknown. Although many freelancing jobs have been offered and traps have been set, he never visits and never responds. His identity and history are unknown.
Anything else: He is seemingly quite skilled with an F-3, and yet, never fires, suggesting that he is poor. However, he always pilots his F-3; and never seems to prefer it any way else.

Starbuck wrote:Is it too late to post a character profile? I think you could do with a female character as well, right?

You can create and post a character at any time. The timing for the character getting into the plot would depend on what chapter I have posted up on FF.net.
Since I haven't actually posted a chapter yet, you could realistically expect your character to appear in chapter one, though I make no promises.

As for gender? Yeah, I could use a female character. Hell, I could use a few. I don't want to turn this story into a sausage-fest, which it would be with only male characters.
In previous posts, there have been female characters mentioned, but it never goes in-depth with their backgrounds.

Well, as you wish.

I hope you don't make it a gang bang-fest either

The list is very big, I tried to come up with something that doesn't interfere with any story possible. If something doesn't fit in, just don't put it in, after all it's your story. Feel free to use her as somebody's possible f4ck-buddy, feel free to mutilate her, feel free to kill her if necessary, but first please read my description and don't derail too far, please.

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* Callsign: Starbuck, Bucky,

* Name: Julia Fergusson

* Rank: 4 bars, not really into officer stuff. Lieutenant.

* Faction: Government, Governmental Intelligence Agency (GIA) agent and Navy pilot. Doesn't really believe in the values the Government stands for, she's with them only because she's interested in her work. Allows possible betrayal.

* Favorite ship: Fast and maneuverable ones: F-3X and G5. Hates Heavys.

* Physical description: Female, 168 cm tall, 60 kg of weight. Young, around her early 20's. Attractive. Brown, semi-long hair, usually uses ponytails, one or multiple, depending on the situation and mood. Speaks not-so-fluent English due to her Finnish-speaking parents. Eyes badly damaged in a flying accident, receives cyclic medication to preserve her vision. Skin completely and badly burned in the same accident, uses artificial skin to hide her burns, however if it smarts all the time while moving.

* Personality: She's very proud person, and is ready to suffer a lot to retain her reputation. Very skilled pilot and agent, very keen on her job, is ready to do everything to have her tasks accomplished. Externally she's a cold and emotionless person, but inside her hard cover she's a really sensitive and insecure girl. While off-duty, she's more easy-going and relaxed.

Socially she's semi-active and it's easy to her to make new friends. Seductive towards males, her strong mind helps her to keep the intrusive ones under control. Has a tendency to alcohol and cigarettes. She's usually skeptic about the orders given to her and sometimes opposes or disobeys the orders and usually ends up to difficulties with her commanding officers.

She doesn't like Government and is against their aggressive crowd-control methods. Refuses to hurt innocent bystanders. Hates unnecessary killing. She's very loyal to her principles.

* History

She's born on a mining outpost on a Martian moon Phobos. Her father was a He-3 miner and mother was a journalist. When the war began her father joined the Pirates' side and was KIA when she was very young. Her mother was jailed due to anti-Governental writings. She has two brothers, another one is a He-3 miner at the Neptunian Trojan asteroid field. and the other one is a Pirate.

Friends:

* Mwai Kibaki, Medical Sergeant. Kenyan 34-year female. Her medical doctor and her closest friend. The only person who has seen her without her artificial skin and knows about her vision problems.

* Cristopher Coles, Captain. Australian 25-year male. KIA. Her squadron leader and former love interest. Killed during a Pirate assault.

* Elena Coles, Lieutenant. Australian 23-year female. Her best friend. Christopher's sister.

* Jonas Fergusson. He-3 miner. Martian 27-year male. Her brother. She usually visits him in Neptunian Trojan asteroids on her holidays. The only family she's got left.

Other personal shite:

Loss of her parents and the Government's many cruel actions against their opposition have grumbled her faith and loyalty on the Government. She's only in because she loves her job as a Navy pilot and GIA agent. She's been planning defection or fleeing to the Outer planets, but she's not serious with her plans. Yet. Defection possible.

She's not only a good fighter pilot, but also is one of the best flight instructors of the Government. Her fighting style is really rash and aggressive and she shows no fear during the battles and no frustration before the fights. However she's always really nervous while fighting and especially while waiting for fight. She just covers her feelings really well.

She's been in a really bad flying accident. Her fighter's fuel tanks were ignited by a hit of a M3's beam cannon and she had to crash her fighter through the Martian atmosphere, leading to her body getting badly burned and during the crash her helmet's visor broke and the splinters damaged her eyes. Without cycling medication she will go blind. The medication is up to her and many times she's been close of forgetting her medicine. The loss of her vision would probably be too hard blow for her pride, and with no support the risk of suicide would be real.

After losing Christopher she swore she will never again fall in love. However she's very emotional and she's had a crush on many of her fellow pilots. The only problem is that it's really hard to break her cold cover, and after Chris's death nobody has succeeded in winning her heart.

Starbuck wrote:I hope you don't make it a gang bang-fest either

Leave me out the story then lol

Starbuck wrote:* Cristopher Coles, Captain. Australian 25-year male. KIA. Her squadron leader and former love interest. Killed during a Pirate assault.

was this assault led by your "pirate" brother which could lead to a very interesting plot line concerning your tendencies to spy

Starbuck wrote:She's been planning defection or fleeing to the Outer planets, but she's not serious with her plans. Yet. Defection possible.

See above comment

Nitestalkr wrote:

Starbuck wrote:I hope you don't make it a gang bang-fest either

Leave me out the story then lol

Starbuck wrote:* Cristopher Coles, Captain. Australian 25-year male. KIA. Her squadron leader and former love interest. Killed during a Pirate assault.

was this assault led by your "pirate" brother which could lead to a very interesting plot line concerning your tendencies to spy

Starbuck wrote:She's been planning defection or fleeing to the Outer planets, but she's not serious with her plans. Yet. Defection possible.

See above comment

It's up to Chickenw... ...ahem... Nightwing. After all, it's his story so it's up to him. But that's what I would have done if the story was mine

I like some of these ideas, but don't like others.
The thing about your character being a flight instructor disillusioned with gov forces is quite good.
Some of that more... risque stuff, though. I'm not really comfortable with, but I will try to incorporate it if there is an overwhelming demand.

As I said, it's your story, so it's up to you.