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"Help! Get me a rundown on those fighters and what they're armed with, and quick!" G-forces crushed her into her seat as Spirit's Hammerhead began weaving violently, bleeding speed as the three of them rocketed into the planet's cloud layer. Her time with Knifehead Squadron had her running into...

"Impact, six targets shot down." Help intoned, simulations of the missiles' flight paths appearing on the HUD. "Missile Pod 3 expended." "Urk." Spirit winced. She'd messed up with the spread and had inadvertendly "shared" targets with Aquila Five, resulting in a good portion of her Eels being...

"Enemy units sighted," Help intoned, the AI's firefly-globe avatar pulsing rapidly as a blob of contacts materialised on the Hammerhead's long-range sensors. Built for the sheer ranges of deep-space combat and managed by a military AI, the powerful distortion sensors on the oversized ship easily...

"Very much so, sir. Very much so." Spirit gave an affirmative nod, her eyes bearing a delighted sparkle amidst the woman's calm facade. Shooting the squadron leader a coy smirk, she chuckled. "Despite appearances, I do prefer actual piloting over "piloting a desk", as the saying goes. Same as...

<Look out!> Kishi had barely enough time to belt out a rushed telepathic warning before one of the nearby Mamushi fighters was ripped from its clamps, the sheer force of the impact sending the wounded craft skidding across the hangar in a storm of flying sparks. Diving to cover herself, the...

New Bernese High Orbit Launch Tube "Aquila 3 reporting in, it's a beautiful day out there." Gentle humming filled the squadron's airwaves as the ponderous Hammerhead sat at the end of the launch tube, the inert torpedo bomber a freakish shadow in the dim lighting of the long barrel-chamber...

Will be absent until the new year, apologies for the inconvenience.

"Batch sisters and co-pilots too, I presume? How cute!" Kishi giggled at the sheer quaintness of a sisterly duo joined in everything from blood to the cockpit, going everywhere hand-in-hand like in a cheery anime. "Well then. I'm Kishi, callsign Hachidori. Do tell me if you've got any questions...

"Why yes, actually." Kishi blinked, intrigued by the vibrancy of her redheaded fellow. Seeing such cheer in the girl's eyes warmed her heart, and Kishi soon found herself smiling softly at the pair. "I've heard good things about these ships, switching over from the Hayabusa to the new fighters...

Place a fighter jockey and a sexy next-gen warbird in close proximity, and watch the pilot drool. Can't really blame Kishi from going all "NEW TOYS" over the Mamushis, can you?

YSS Orochi, Bunkroom She couldn't feel the lining anymore. Joto Hei Raku Kishi, callsign "Hachidori", stared at her suit-clad hands as she gave her fingers another experimental flex. Her fingers swam in a syrupy void as as the pressure of her Aerospace Flight Suit's inner gel layer went right...

My deepest apologies for disappearing on you all like that! To those I had been in the midst of RPing with prior to my disappearance, I really cannot apologise enough for the troubles caused!

Sorry for vanishing on you like that, @paladinrpg ! I'd like to return in a junior position if you'll still have me, as apparently my writing skills have atrophied to the point I'm no better than a newbie these days. I'm not meant for leadership positions it seems.

NSS Oracle Briefing Room 1: A light hiss emitted from the door as Miranda walked in, head lowered as she busied herself perusing something on her Datajockey. As the door slid shut behind her, she let off a soft murmur of dissatisfaction and looked up, snapping to attention at the sight of Crux...

...a possible solution comes to mind. Would it be acceptable if I allow Spirit to be run on semi-autopilot? That is, I'll post whenever able, and if I'm unable to make it in time for the weekly(?) GM post Gunhand has my permission to either background her or temporarily control her to progress...

I'm sorry, but I'm tentatively withdrawing from the RP as it doesn't seem I'm able to keep up any longer. Apologies for the numerous delays I've caused so far, best of luck to everyone.

Will not be able to respond until est. Monday. Apologies.

Non non, this ties in nicely with Miranda's malfunctioning radio. A little element of typical battlefield chaos to spice things up.

@Ametheliana Olivia has no idea exactly how much damage Miranda's Hornet has incurred, does she?

"Oh, crud." A pair of dedicated astrospace fighters was one of the worst matchups possible for an aging aerospace bomber like the Hornet. More gyroscopes, more maneuvering thrusters, not needing to compensate for G-forces on account of being drones, the list went on. Abandoning all attempts to...