Into the Sky - War time Airforce fic?

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    Well... I've been playing this flight combat sim, and i've always loved to play them... So i thought 'Maybe others would want to shoot down some planes. ^.^:;
    I havent gotten alla kinks worked out, but they entail something of the like...

    Name- Real name of pilot.
    TAC- Your nickname.
    Call Sign- Your Unit name/rank. (I'll try to be fair, depending on RP sample, maybe even work in some way to get promoted?)
    Personality/Looks- ... should i have to explain? Too bad. xD
    Type of plane- I'll allow almost any plane -if- you can provide a source for the plane. i'll check it out and maybe approve it. No godplay with these. It's an RP, yes, but you're allowed to get shot down every now an then... Here are the planes from AFD:S... and yes, there are some I wont allow. https://db.gamefaqs.com/console/ps2/file/airforce_delta_strike_craft.txt

    ***Include payload- Guns have 10,000 rnds, regular missiles must be at least 60, anything else must be at least 40. Bombs can only be a max of 20.***
    I'm going to do a 'Bounty' for each Ace, and a small sum for the regulars. You can upgrade, change colors, buy a new plane...
    History- any type of history you wanna put in... maybe you joined for money, out of sheer need, or maybe for revenge...
    Faction- "United Earth Alliance" (or the "Outer Rim Alliance") I want to have an actual war... but i dont know how people would do say... if : XuserX is an ace, and YuserY is an ace, and neither of them wanna die... it's be like... 'Xuser dodges, fires' "Yuser dodges, fires back" all day... So... I may just take up the role of playing the bad guys too, unless someone would volunteer to do so. We can then collaborate.
    RPSample- Yes. You gotta give one. I dont wanna be mean, but I dont want to see a lot of junky posts.

    That's all I can think of for now, I will try to seperate everyone into different elements... But... It depends on the turnout...
    (For those who copy and paste... ^.^ )
    Name-
    TAC-
    Call Sign-
    Personallity/looks-
    Type of Plane- Include payload- Guns have 10,000 rnds, regular missiles must be at least 60, anything else must be at least 40. Bombs can only be a max of 20.
    History-
    Faction- For later...
    Sample-

    So... without further stalling...

    *Name- Lt. Ken Thompson. (I like the name from AFD:S ^.^:; )
    *TAC- Black Angel.
    *Call Sign- Viper 1 *Personality/looks- He's a quiet young man, forced to lead Delta after Lt. Rainer's death in combat. Rainer, being Lt. Christina Thompson-Rainer, was Ken's younger sister, a born Ace. He does his job sufficiently, but is looking to fall back in rank. Being the man he is, he is serious and determined. Not one to boast, he usually strays from the silly contests the rest of the unit makes. Ken is 5'8", 120 lbs, with a slightly muscular build. His dark brown eyes reflect his inner emotions, no matter how he tries to hide it. He has mid length hair, although it is at it's allowed length in all reality. *Plane Type- MiG-MST 1.44 MFI -Payload 80 missls, 20 HM-AA (High manuvering Anti Air.)
    *History- Used to fly planes with the NAA (North American Alliance) before the war began. When his sister was sent to lead Delta, she requested Ken as her #2. He didnt complain seeing as how, in his last engagement, his wing -woman was shot down and presumed dead. He blamed himself for her death and seeks to take down the pilot responsible for it. An Ace by the Tac name of 'Seeker.' Other information is classefied.
    *Faction- UEA- Delta Squad, 2nd Element.
    His plane flew swiftly, the sleek black ferrite coating providing an ample amount of radar jamming materials as it also ID'd his plane. No one, absolutely no one- flew a black plane other then the "Black Angel," and Lt. Thompson was proud to fly such a fine machine. He set his weapons to his standard missiles as he lined up the shot.
    "Target spotted. Closing in. Range, 7000ft. ...6000ft. Target locked."
    "Viper 2, you have the shot?"
    "Yea Sis. Viper 2, Fox 3."
    The three missiles sped ahead of the jet, they're boosters sending them well above mach1 (765mph). He watched for the explosions.
    "Viper 2, Viper 2! We've got incoming! Three bogey's on our..."
    The com went dead. He pulled a 5g turn and saw it. Viper 1 was going down fast. Through the smoke and fire, he never saw if she ejected.
    "This is Seeker. You're in ORA territory, my little black bird. You're better off ejecting now."
    "This is the Black Angel." He said calmly, "And I wish you the best of luck, because you're going to need it."
    'Missile lock confirmed! Crap!' He twisted and spun waited to see the fired missile.
    "Seeker to base, copy. Well, Mr. Angel. It seems I must be going. Storm and Chaser here will be your targets for this evening. Good day."
    ...
     
    (( I would join but I can't see the frikkin link -_-;; *stabs browser*))
     
    Yea... I had to copy and paste the link... anyway... the sample is not from aircrafts... but if you want I can make one of aircrafts... oh and by the by... if I'm wrong with anything.... just tell me... it will be my pleasure

    Name: Sgt. Max Hunter
    TAC: Blue Lightning
    Call Sign: Eagle 7
    Personallity/looks: Max has Electric Blue eyes and black hair with a weird anime hairstyle. He's young, but he was born for aircrafts. He wears black clothes... when he wants to wear whatever he wants, he wears black shoes, pants, a t-shirt, a long coat, and a pair of gloves. He is around 6'0''.

    Type of Plane-

    X-32A

    -Weapons-
    1. Gun x10,000 rounds
    2. Missiles: 80
    3. Guided Bomb x20

    Includes payload

    History: Was a mechanic for war aircrafts before the war, but he became a pilot, since it was the job of his life. He was ranked to Sergeant, and then war came. He was assigned to Delta Squad just a little after the war begun. He has to feeling sfor revenge or anything... just to defeat the enemies.
    Faction- UEA - Delta Squad
    Sample:

    "Sunny day... a beautiful day... 7 identified targets... time... 2:36 PM... sssstart!" I expressed as my old squad and me advanced through the skies directly at 7 enemy aircrafts. "fire!" I commanded as all of us went into their own way. I kept my aircraft going straight directly an enemy. With my right thumb, I opened a little hatch of glass and pressed a button, launching 2 missiles directly at the enemy... "enemy destruction... confirmed".

    As I made a U-turn in the air, I saw we almost got rid of all the enemies. Two left... piece of cake. With my right finger, I pressed a button and the machine guns started to fire against an aircraft "sitting duck" I expressed. With some shots, the aircraft was down. Suddenly, a large beep was heard within the cabin of my aircraft. Then, a radar showed up and I could see two missiles following my aircraft. "Eagle 7, you got two missiles on your tail" said a partner of mine in the squad.

    "tell me something I don't know" I replied. I tried to evade them, and I was succesful with one. The other one barely hit a wing of mine, but it was needed more than that to bring me down. I had minor problems controlling the aircraft because of the last missile, but I recovered myself very well. "Here Eagle 7, mission accomplished... returning to base" I said.

    All of us went directly to base, shich was just a few kilometers into the land away from a beach. But just after some minutes, we were ambushed. "Here Eagle 7! enemy aircrafts have just appeared!" I said as I made a sudden turn to look at our enemies. Most of my squad was being defeated. I launched many missiles and everything was so confusing.

    We were seven in the squad, but the only survivors were just a partner now retired, and me. The enemy was defeated, but that ambush stole the life of my friends. Some days later, were the funerals of my friends. The war now is something... stupid to me... I have no feelings of revenge... since all the enemies were killed too... but now I only fight for the lives of my lost friends.
     
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    << Weellll... it is a good sample... but it's got nothin ta do with planes... can you post something 'bout flyin? >>
     
    I have edited my RP Sample... also... the Sample is part of my character's history.
     
    Kagome said:
    (( I would join but I can't see the frikkin link -_-;; *stabs browser*))

    HOW COME I NEVER SAW HER REPLY???
    >< GRRR
    /stabs PC, His browser, and anything else in his way.


    Anywho... Not bad there max... Welcome to Delta Squad. Now... we need more.

    Ken sat upright, his face soaked with a cold sweat. It had been over a month since she died, yet he still dreampt the same thing. Over and over again he saw her, falling in a ball of metal and fire. He saw her face as he came inbound. At 1000ft, he swore he saw her crying. He was up and lifting in the gym in seconds, not caring what CO were to stroll in and make a big deal of it. It was his unit. He had to stay fit if he were to fly as best as possible.
    "You know you cant always do this..."
    "Dont bust my balls here, Marci. I got every right to be in here, so if you wanna ground me then get those kids killed in the morning."
    "I didnt mean anything of it, Ken. And no one is going to be stupid enough to ground you. Last time we did that you broke the Commander's nose." The slender woman spoke as she stood over him.
    "... If you've nothing else to say then please... I'd like to be alone."
    "I figure'd you would enjoy a woman standing over you... Maybe everyone is right..." He joked with a chuckle.
    "I'm going to die. Why hurt anyone else when I do?"
    "... I guess if that's how you put it... Moron." She spoke, slapping him hard.
    He put the bar back on the rack and sat up, rubbing his cheek. It wasnt a hard slap, but it did the job. Ken watched his Navi walk out of the room, turning to flip him off before she hit the door close button.
     
    "this is a good day to... practice a little flying" I expressed as I walked to my aircraft. "what a beauty... I have fought with you so many times and everytime I see you look like new" I added as I climbed on. I entered the cabin and turned on the engines. No matter if a higher rank person came in... I was much of a weird person. I started to slowly advance, until I took off and saw around me. I smiled and started to make somersaults with the aircraft.
     
    He didnt know how long he had been sleeping there, but Ken woke up later then usual, the Brig. General Standing over him.
    "Lt. Tompson..."
    "Allo, miss." He said, stretching his arms.
    "You failed to show for role call... Again."
    "...Well. You know why I'm in here..." He said, adding a small nod. The general shook her head and poked him in the side.
    "You know by now to call me Elli. No fuss over it, got it?"
    "But you're of a higher rank, miss."
    "But you taught me how to fly. You would be in my shoes if you hadnt taken that year out of service."
    "... Things happen. If you excuse me... I must be going now." Ken said, rising to his feet. He cursed his luck, Ellen Quartez, the General on base, was not a good woman to get angry. Even though Ken had known her since the old days, when he baby sat her and his sister while his parents were away. It was an odd relationship they had... both of them almost joined up for the same reason.
    'I guess she's got the same fire in her as always...' He thought.
     
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