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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 16, 2008 15:58:00 GMT -5
*yay! I get to play as Nathan Zachary because i called first dibs on him ;D If anyone else wants to take parts from the games, even ones I've pushed in on (ie- Betty, Big John, ect...) , feel free; just make sure to stay within character for them (in other words, Big John can't be a transsexual white midget). making new characters is also welcome :3 well, enough ranting, lets play Crimson Skies map for the former United States: *|~|*(assume that all other countries have remained mainly the same)* Nathan stretched out on the wing of his signature checkered red/black Devastator. It'd been some time since Von Essen was taken down, and the world was quiet for once. Too quiet. Nathan had a feeling that something was wrong elsewhere, but he couldn't quite put his finger on exactly what was up. Then again, that was probably the booze talking... and on top of the fact that he hadn't had a nice girl to fool around with in a while. Actually, he was missing Doc a lot; his death had hit Nathan about as hard as the Stock Market crashing, and even after having taken revenge for him it seemed that a part of him had died on that dark, stormy night... The radio inside his Devastator crackled, but he ignored it, letting the cool breeze of Sea Haven wash over him, taking away the cares that had been troubling him for so long. The radio crackled a few more times, then went dead; sighing, he kicked back again, closing his eyes as he thought about his impending retirement within a few years... Abruptly, the squawker came alive, and an all-to familiar voice came over it: "Dammit Nathan! Where the hell are you?! We've got a Hollywood Militia attack at five o'clock Up and at em' sleepy head!" Groaning, he sat up and reached into the cockpit, pulling the receiver out. "Betty, why do you always have to go into a panic whenever they show up? Just knock them out yourself; you've seen enough action to take those sacks of crap-" "Boss, they've got some sort of new flying machine! I-I-I can't shake it! Its- aah!!" An explosive sound could be heard over the radio, and Nathan cursed. "Alright, gimme a few here! I'll see if I can grab some help on the way out. You just keep close to the walls and make sure they don't knock that Devastator out with you in it..." Great... he thought, First I'm all a bundle of nerves and can't get myself quieted down. Now I've gotta go deal with these chumps. What a way to ruin a perfect evening... Well, at least I got our new mechanic to rig that Tesla-thingy onto the Devastator... Time to see what this baby can do!Hopping inside, he snapped the lid shut, starting up the plain as quickly as he could. Betty was in trouble, and he'd be d**ned if some HM punks knocked her out of the sky like that. He tested the equipment, and as far as he saw everything was fine before take off. "Well, here goes nothing..." he said to himself, grabbing the call radio and flipping it onto a spread channel as he hailed "Calling all crew, calling all crew, we've got Militia activity in the northern section of Haven. Requesting all available help to make for a rendezvous point there. They've got some new gadgets on their hands so stay wide eyed and alert. Look alive people, this should be interesting. Big John, if you've still got that Bulldog on stay in the hanger, get someone in her, cause there's gonna be a wild ride tonight." Putting the radio up as he finished kickstarting the plane, he took off from the short floating runway he had been using and headed north, keeping his eyes open for any Hollywood Militia aircraft or zeps patrolling the area... (anyone can be anyone here, i'm not picky as long as people stay in-character :3 think of it like the Wild West; everyone flies a plane here, just as everyone in the old west owned a gun, so its sorta along the same lines there. well, have fun and happy hunting ;D)
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 17, 2008 1:04:44 GMT -5
Clint got bored easily if he had to just sit, doing nothing. So he opened up the gun compartment and started tinkering with the delivery system. He had done the same with Nathan's plane, without his knowledge. But he was in a good mood and wanted to give him a surprise gift. That was also the reason he hadn't yet mentioned anything to him yet. He made the same modification to his plane, nothing special just smoothening out the delivery action for the guns, improving the cyclic rate of the gun by a few more shots per second. He smiled to himself as he thought about how Chief would react when he fired it. Thats what he had been calling Nathan since he joined the crew.
Even though the planes were standing almost next to each other, it was a little too far apart to hear the radio message. But he heard the announcement that was made over the channel. He finished his work on his plane, hoping he hadn't screwed it up in a hurry. He put the cover back on and got into his Desert Fox.
He opened the channel line as he prepared the aircraft, "Finally, some action. Be right behind you Chief. I am your man! Over."
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 17, 2008 19:34:15 GMT -5
"For the last time Clint, call me 'Boss'. Shesh... can't take you anywhere can we? Haven't even given ya a d**n nickname yet... Maybe if you're around long enough it'll be a bit easier to think of one." Nathan banked to the side for a sec to avoid the peak that he'd d**n near ran into the week before and looked out over Sea Haven; the place was basically a base built around a semi-active volcano, something that, although dangerous, provided some cover from the Hollywood Militia and a few other gangs, although they already knew where the Fortune Hunters were anyways. The base's main advantage was that it was easy to look after, and easy to keep track of, unlike some other places around nearby, but also provided enough cover for a large zeppelin to hid in.
Returning to course, he could just make out a fire in the sky up ahead; squinting to get a better look, the plane took on a more recognizable shape, along with another plane right behind it that was about to shoot it out of the sky. The Devastator was built like an airborn AA gun; four guns, one firing from each of the four wings, meant that the plane was guaranteed to do damage to anything between them. Adding on the twenty-round magnetic rocket launcher and it could put any enemy into a world of hurt quickly. Engaging the magnetic rockets, Nathan took aim and let one loose, sending it right into the rear propeller of Betty's pursuer. Another shot and the plane was history. "Hey Brooklyn, didya miss me?" Nathan smirked sarcastically, pulling along side her plane.
"Well its about d**n time, Boss!" Betty squawked over the radio, "My engine is shot, my fuel gauge is going on empty, and I'm running out of ammo. If you could escort me that'd be nice but just keep that fuel-flaming thing off my ass, please!" "Seems like the new kid wants a piece of the action around here. And what exactly are you talking-"
Just then, a bit of action came from behind, and a plane Nathan had never seen before came into view, whizzing right past both of them after leaving a few more holes in the Devastator. "What the hell was that?!" Nathan almost swore over the channel, taking chase after the much faster aircraft. "See? Didn't I tell you that there was something out there?! Go ahead and take it down, Boss, I know you can do that. I'll get back to the Pandora ASAP. Not sure how much longer this plane will- aah!"
A panel flew off after a small explosion as rods started knocking under the hood of the aircraft. "Yeah, better get that checked out" Nathan joked, "You still owe me money for the last one you downed." "BOSS!! I thought-" "Cut the chatter, Betty, and get back before you crash. I'll take care of this sleaze-ball." Peeling away, Nathan went in pursuit of the craft that'd attacked Betty, trying to figure out at the same time how he was going to down an aircraft twice as fast as his own...
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 18, 2008 2:33:54 GMT -5
"I will take care of the sleezeball? Dont you mean we will take care of the sleezeball?", Clint spoke up, offended that he was being ignored like this. It was time to show the Chief he was not one to be ignored.
"Hi Betty, how you been?", he said waving to her as he made a quick pass between her plane and the weird plane. He kept his eyes on the plane. Within a few seconds, he realized this was not some ordinary aircraft, neither was this an ordinary pilot. This pilot knew how to handle his plane. It was easy to fight just a tough machine, it was a challenge to fight a tough machine with a good pilot. This would be a challenge even though he was outnumbered two to one.
The aircraft was flying slower now, not slow enough for the bulky Devastator but enough for the Desert Fox to catch up. He was setting up for a long shot for Betty's already battered plane. A direct shot would spell disaster for the plane. He let out a burst of gunfire from his plane aiming for the wing. But the craft was agile, even at such a speed. It dipped down to avoid the line of fire easily. This guy was good, he had to admit. Only a very alert pilot would have spotted him on the blindside, and he had.
"Ah, I see we have a problem Chief." He paused, thinking of something. It might just work, it was a longshot. But with all he had heard about Nathan, he just might have a wingman accurate enough, and crazy enough to pull this stunt.
"Hey Chief. I have an idea. Have you ever dont a Chicken Run before?, he spoke on the radio.
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 18, 2008 20:04:34 GMT -5
"Dammit Clint... oh nevermind... And yes, I know what you're getting at. But this thing's got guns too, you know." Nathan respected the new kid, but this pilot knew what he was doing; so far, that consisted of lapping all of them and playing with Betty, as excellent a pilot that Nathan had ever seen. "And when I said 'I will', I meant it. Betty needs an escort back to the Pandora, and since Chicken Boy isn't around, you're stuck with it for now. Besides... I'd rather get shot down than you."
On top of that excuse, there was the reality that they had bigger problems at the moment; first of all, how long could this thing stay up there? And where was its base anyways... The latter was answered when a rather large zep broke through the clouds a good distance in front of the plane, who was now making a half-assed bumrush towards it... But how exactly was Nathan to stop that thing? Or rather...
Nathan pulled in behind the plain, positioning its wings right between his quad machine guns, and opened fire for an extended burst, letting loose with a volley of three rockets in rapid succession; if the thing moved at all up, down, left, or right, it'd be shredded by his guns, and if it couldn't outrun even one rocket... well, you know what happens there... Sweat furrowed on his brow as Nathan watched the plane speed up, attempting to outrun the rockets as they sped towards it and use the zep as cover...
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Post by Crow on Feb 18, 2008 20:43:12 GMT -5
That was where Nash came in. His Paranha came flying in at breakneck speeds. His shrieking laughter was heard over the radio as he flew over the Zeplin at a very high altitude. Three small shapes started plumeting to the top of the zeplin as he flew in. Somehow he had come in behind it! After he deployed the bombs he made a dive through the clouds and flew close to the ground, "The laughing bomber strikes again! Hah hah hah! Sorry I'm late, but I had a bit of trouble at takeoff!"
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 19, 2008 8:45:03 GMT -5
"Gah! Ok Chief, its your show... again... ", he sounded almost sad. "Lets go Betty, I will watch your six...some respite", he added as he slowed down to come next to her, winked and smiled. He then pulled back to cover her as she struggled to make it make to the Pandora.
She was one of the best pilots he had seen. That must be one d**n good plane to do this to her aircraft.
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 23, 2008 22:26:11 GMT -5
*just remember that no one knows what a jet is. and sorry for the long delay... i'm not used to looking in other boards yet XD my bad y'all*
Nathan was distracted for a second when the zep was nailed and let go of the guns; the unknown pilot took full advantage of it, and immediately climbed straight up. Nathan cursed and followed, flipping on the fuel boost to compete with the other pilot. Firing another rocket, he knew he couldn't keep this up much longer as the boost drained quickly; finally forced over, he turned into a nose dive for the flat ocean, looking behind him just as the rocket exploded underneath the mystery aircraft; not a direct hit, but certainly a disabling one.
Pulling back hard on the stick, he leveled off as the other aircraft came after him in a nose dive, but it appeared that the pilot was having more trouble stabilizing the craft. Nathan saw one wing vibrating badly and, after a few more seconds, the pilot ejected just as the left wing snapped clean off, the aircraft pivoting into a self-destructive death spiral. He'd never seen anything like that before. "Big John, get a few men in the AA's here before Hollywood shows up. And send a gyro-chopper after our little stunt man. I'm not letting him go, not after what he did to Betty. Speaking of which, she should be near the Pandora soon." Turning towards the dull yellow zep as the Militia's own exploded, hoping to get Betty inside before the Militia got here...
"Oh, and nice shooting, Chicken Boy. You're pretty handy with those bombs. Get back to the Pandora before they figure out who shot down their pretties." Nathan added the little bit before turning back to the Fortune Hunter's own, seeing that the fight had already begun...
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Post by Crow on Feb 23, 2008 22:52:59 GMT -5
"Yeah yeah.....Now that that freakish plane is gone, I doubt they could catch me if they tried!" His plane turned and zipped off towards the Pandora, leaving him to wonder what that wierd plane was......
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 24, 2008 2:28:59 GMT -5
*the Pandora is the Fortune Hunter's zeppelin... don't you people Wiki anything? *
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 25, 2008 8:48:32 GMT -5
They were close enough to see the Pandora now when he saw two devastators heading their way from the east. "Are you kidding me? Who the heck do they think I am, a kid in a toy plane? They send two devastators... so near to Pandora. You HAVE got to be kidding me. Oh well, I guess they will have to do. Betty go on along. I will pass some time with these fellows." He was almost shouting the first part of this monologue. He banked his plane straight towards the oncoming aircrafts, reducing his speed.
As soon as they saw him heading towards them, they started firing their guns at him. He avoided the line of fire, constantly shifting his line to avoid a lock while he got close enough to them. "Ok you idiots, here I will hold still, get a lock already. He hadn't fired at them yet, but stabilized his plane right in the middle of the two. And sure enough they got a lock and fired there rockets. As soon as he saw the rockets igniting, he increased his speed heading straight for them. He could see the rockets converging on him now from both sides.
As he reached within couple of hundred feet of the two planes, he let loose a volley with his guns, hitting the wings of the oncoming planes. He turned his Desert Fox vertical to the ground just passing between the flaming wings. The unfortunate pilots had drawn their own rockets to themselves and ejected right before their planes were hit. But the resulting fire engulfed the shoots and burned the pilots in the air.
"Overcooked idiots...", he said on his radio and turned his plane around to check whether Betty had reached the Pandora yet.
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Post by Da Pwny on Mar 9, 2008 17:34:50 GMT -5
Nathan arched back around as a volley of Militia aircraft zoomed away from the scene, one of them shouting over the open channel "This isn't over yet, Nathan Zachary! Next time we will have your head, and your plane."
Turning, Nathan aimed a rocket right for the tail of the nearest HM aircraft and let it loose, tearing through the center just as the pilot ejected. "Fat chance, fat cats. Go scurry home to papa and tell him that his zep is at the bottom of the Pacific by now. I'm sure he'll be glad to hear that." Ignoring the fleeing Militia members, Nathan zoomed under the Pandora as the doors opened, docking with the air hook inside. Once his legs were on solid ground, he made his way immediately to the infirmary.
The head doctor filled him in on Betty's current situation; she was fine, aside from a few burns and scratches, but the doctor wanted to keep her around just in case. Nathan nodded in approval, then left, looking for the gyro-copter that would capture the one who'd nearly killed Betty; that man would pay dearly for hurting her, and had he actually ended her life... Nathan had thoughts about what he'd do, but kept them to himself for now, as capturing him was more important at the moment. The zep's AA guns were fending off the remaining forces, so that made this quick mission all the more difficult...
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Post by knightc3 on Mar 10, 2008 9:26:44 GMT -5
Clint came in after Betty's plane and took her straight to the doctor on-board. He then went to his plane to load up the on the ammo he had used up which wasn't much. He did need fuel though. As he was filling the tank he saw Nathan walk into the dock. He looked made which was understandable seeing as Betty had just been shot down.
He called out to him, "Hey Chief, you got anything for me to do? I am bored and those idiots went down too quickly. Aren't you gonna pick up that fellow in the weird plane?", he paused for some time, "Hey you need a distraction?", smiling at the prospect of flying again.
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Post by Da Pwny on Mar 15, 2008 15:36:38 GMT -5
"This won't take that long, but if you wanna play with the rocket turret, be my guest. Just don't hit me this time, got that?" Nathan remembered the last time Clint had taken control of the rocket launcher... the kid had d**n near been the death of him. That was before he'd been trained in its proper use, but even Nathan had thought he'd have the sense not to aim at friendlies. Besides that, most of the Militia craft had been heading away since the fight started, which meant that they wouldn't be coming after Nathan anytime soon.
Hopping inside the gyro-chopper without listening to what would most likely be Clint's objection, he switched a few controls and gave the go-ahead, turning over the engine as soon as the doors were open and the launch hook had let go. Because of its design, the gyro could easily kick-start from a dead drop, due to the rotor blades which would already be turning the engine over as it fell. The only real issue with it was that there were no parachutes. As soon as he was out, guns blazed from the Pandora, providing cover-fire for the gyro as it zoomed downwards, grappling hook half extended as it dove for the downed pilot, who was about two hundred feet above the ground...
Nathan heard static over the radio, and tried to call in, but was only getting static. Cursing, he didn't have time to think; as soon as he had the parachute in the hook, he pulled up, feeling the weight of both pilot and parachute yank at the craft... but it all held together, and he pulled the winch in, hurtling up through the air as fast as the gyro would take him... which wasn't fast enough as he could feel tearing vibrations reverberating through his craft from the parachute... Sweat rolled down the side of his right cheek as he fought to stay in control, knowing full well that this could end in utter failure should he make even the slightest mistake...
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Post by knightc3 on May 20, 2008 23:20:45 GMT -5
"No! I intend to target you only and try to shoot down the Chief!", he shouted back sarcastically as Nathan sat into the copter. He wondered if he had even heard it. He added, "That one time wasn't my fault, you came in the way of the rocket!"
He then made his way to the turret and sat in the control. Cracking his fingers on each other, he took hold of the axis controller and aimed it at the one he could see circling directly in front of him.
(( What say? ))
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