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[Dwarmin]

The Empire you grew up in has been fading since before you were born. In truth, it has already fallen-though you do not know it yet.

The tales of great conquests and legendary heroes are figments of a forgotten past-as the Human Empire spread from it's home system and grew more wealthy, it also grew more decadent, and every age has been progressively worse than the one that came before...everyone agrees, it's time for a change.

But change is always painful.

You are perhaps, one of her last true defenders. A newly graduated Slipfighter pilot, you command a small subspace vessel of unmatched destructive potential. The Empire has increasingly relied on the heroic efforts of men and women such as yourself to respond to threats-subtle and cunning enemies who hit and fade before the ponderous big gun battleships and cruisers can even arrive.

Your first assignment, on board the small Advant class carrier, the I.S.S Tripoli, has been to be assigned to defend the Solartech Outpost-a small, yet tactically important Imperial base on the outer rim...

This is the end of an Age, and it has saved it's greatest heroes for last.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Yes, I'm doing it again Woe is me.
This a future based dogfighting RPG-think Rogue Squadron-where you command a slipfighter to probable death and uncertain glory. At first you will be at the command of the Empire, but things change...
While roleplaying is never demanded, you'll enjoy the game much more if you do.
Slots will come in to whomever writes out the most interesting char and has shown they actually can RP.

An important note-if you start talking about physics, I will shoot you out of an airlock. SPACESHIPS ARE JUST LIKE AIRPLANES, AMIRITE?

Signing up

Pilot Name: They haven't changed much, even in the 24th century-though that doesnt mean 'star warsy' names arent common, either.
Callsign: Narcho, Crackerjack and Goose are not allowed. But now I'm hungry.
Bio: Optional. Consider the population of Earth has spread out, but its roots remain the same. Most large cities in our times became popular names for settlements-Planet New York is a big one. The lore is mostly unwritten, so feel free to be creative here and help me create the setting. At the very least why you became a pilot.
Skill Bonus: Choose a +1 to Piloting, Reflexes of Marksmanship. This will increase over time, as you gain experience.
Specialty: What are you really good at? This will be a small bonus to a specific  circumstance-like landing while damaged, peeling off an enemy whose hurt your friends, or fighting in an asteroid belt. Can apply to non-pilot situations as well.

Both combatants roll D10 + Ploting score. Then, depending on the difference between the higher and lower score...

1-3, tie, no shots
4-6, both get 1 shot
7-10, winning side gets 2 shots
10+ or more, winning side gets 3 shots at +1 to reflexes/marksmanship

Then, roll the shooters D10+reflexes roll vs the targets D10+reflexes roll for each shot.
-If the piloting roll is a tie or a one to three, reflexes are rolled for a free attack of opportunity which the loser must dodge separately. This opportunistic attack does 50% damage.
-If the defender beats or dodges all hostile shots without being hit, he takes a free attack of opportunity at least once a turn against that enemy, if he hasn't already attacked that turn.
-Obviously, if the attacked wins he hits with that attack.

On a hit, gun Damage is the weapons damage dice+Marksmanship, minus points in defense. Attacks against capital ships, stations or turrets and the like, use the bombing attribute in instead of marksmanship, and do percentage damage-a rough estimate of when a larger vessel will be destroyed or disabled.

Link to Game Thread: http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=123490.0

Dont post player stuff here, this thread is for ninjas and lurkers and players to be. :I

[Dwarmin]

Reserved, yo

[penguinofhonor]

Pilot Name: Elsa Kassal
Callsign: Money Honey
Bio: Elsa belonged to a rich family on a huge human planet, but one of the least rich of the upper class. They were always on the brink of falling into the middle class, and because of this Elsa found wealth and beaurocracy to be suffocating. She used what connections she had to become a pilot, where she could shoot down anyone above her rather than having to lose at political games.
Skill Bonus: +1 to Piloting
Specialty: Despite rejecting her status, she still knows how to interact with the upper classes.

[Dwarmin]

Also, reserving two posts below here...wait a bit, yeah?

reserved

...

I guess this will be the OOC thread!

[Unholy_Pariah]

Also, reserving two posts below here...wait a bit, yeah?

reserved

...

I guess this will be the OOC thread!

-1 to follow instructions 
Also reserve


Pilot Name: Auron Kell
Call sign: Iron sight
Bio: Auron hails from a long line of Australian asteroid miners and his family owns a sizable mining operation operating out of New Adelaide's extensive asteroid belt which supplies and refines enough raw material each year to construct a frigate class cruiser.

Ever since Auron was a child he wanted to see the galaxy and was fascinated by the tales of the full scale space battles of old, as he grew older he met a retired I.S.S. captain in a bar on the planet and while the mans bitter recollections utterly destroyed Aurons illusions about the glory of war the man could not take from him the desire to see the galaxy or the thrill he felt when piloting a spacecraft.

when Auron turned 21 the asteroid belt his family had mined for generations was all but depleted of useable ore and within a decade nothing would be left but rock, seeing this problem his family were forced to slow their mining efforts in an attempt to extend the time they had to find another unclaimed source of ore and as a result needed to lay off a small portion of their workforce to keep expenditures down.
Upon hearing this news Auron decided that he would not stand between one of his families employees and the ability to feed their family and joined the I.S.S as a mechanic to spare one lucky soul from losing his job.

Auron was happy for a time repairing ships in the new Idaho shipyard and was soon transferred to the Tripoli, this however gave rise to some emotional troubles as while he was elated that he was finally getting to travel the galaxy like he always wanted his constant workload and highly infrequent leave opportunities began to make him feel trapped when viewing the Tripoli's surroundings from the observation decks and hangar bays.
after a few months of constant emotional torment he applied to become a pilot and was rather surprised when he was accepted. During his training he displayed an almost instinctual aptitude for the weapon systems used on the slip fighters
 and could even manage to hit his opponents in simulated combat scenarios before the targeting computer managed to acquire a target lock which in turn gave rise to his call sign.

Appearance: Auron is a 23 year old white male with dark brown hair and hazel eyes, he is six feet and four inches tall with an athletic build.
Skill Bonus: Marksmanship
Specialty:  Navigating/fighting in asteroid belts/fields

okay its kinda done, im not 100% happy with it but at least its something

[Dwarmin]

In theory, theres no point to reserve anyway. I take good players over quick ones.

[penguinofhonor]

woops

[lawastooshort]

Spoiler: J Aslak (click to show/hide)

Pilot Name: Jimmy Aslak.

Callsign: Larch.

Bio: Jimmy’s family was part of the millennia old Yirkut tribe of traditional Siberian reindeer herders, but when the last vestiges of the taiga were crushed between the Greater Siberian Metropolis and the mines they fed a couple of hundred years ago they fled Earth to one of the freezing cold outer moons.

From herding reindeer to trudging through freezing ice fields searching for readings of precious ores didn’t seem much of a jump at first, and the tribe’s hardiness led them to become a vital part of the small outer moon’s mining economy, renowned for their tenacity and phlegmatic approach to danger.

Whether it’s long range solo journeys to the outer reaches or close up low level runs to scan for vital metals, the Yirkuts’ services were soon sought after across the Empire, but their new found comparative material wealth never quite made up for the eternal longing of the exile.

Jimmy’s father, a jovial patriarchal type who had disappeared for twenty years when he was a young adult but now presided over a teeming family of sons and daughters, never tried to discourage his children from going on their own walkabout to try to satisfy that longing, and so when Jimmy stopped flying as an explorer-pilot to sign up to fight for the Empire it was, on the outside, with his family’s full blessing.

Jimmy wants to see his mythical homeland before he dies, and wonders if it can fill his emptiness. Just as much though, he wants to return to his home and start his own teeming family, ‘cause just like the elders’ stories say, happiness is a warm belly, a warm fire, and the sound of snoring children.

Skill Bonus: Reflexes.

Specialty: Scanner reading interpretation.

[Tiruin]

DWARMIN! Welcome back!!

Spoiler: Inara M. Tarragon (click to show/hide)

Callsign: Ruin [Pronounced: Roo-win]
Bio: Born on a IX-class Fertile world, "Anima" and one of the first generations to have been born on the isolated paradise since its colonization, Inara takes on the appearance of her forefathers, and of adaptation to the world's fecund clime. Of light complexion and long, flowing dark hair, she stands at five and a half feet in height. Blessed with a lean, almost svelte figure, she prefers wearing loose, earthen colored garments out-of-uniform.

Now, while Anima would be implied to have been yet another foothold on humanity's need for resources, it served beneficial for its inhabitants in two major ways. The first being obviously a lush, earthen world, the second being its other inhabitants. The planet was a relic; a relic in a way that most species and technology commonly known to man existed on this world, stretching from the pre-evangelization era until what is rumored to be the neolithic times. An amalgam of history and lore, a paradise for those who undertook its challenge. It was, by all means, a harsh world, the first colonists only supported by the inter-galactic trade routes, spanning throughout every registered patch of humanity, unfettered by static merchant stations but a roving merchant fleet - connected to each other via tachyon links, encrypted and coded for only the consigners to know.

Despite all the obstacles, this was her home. A home filled with rugged terrain and sturdy people. Inara grew up just as any human being, developing a close relationship with her parents, including their profession and their labors. Taking her linguistic skills from her father - a surveyor and navigator, while her character and love for adventure from her mother, she made a personal vow to make them proud of her, to forward their dream of accomplishing something that mattered in life.

It was then that she enrolled in the interstellar academies, made public to the masses due to the sponsorship of the merchant fleets. While she could've stayed home and achieved her dreams there, it was in the stars that she believed the truth lay. Danger was an ever present threat, and if she could in the least help from that tangent, it would've made all the difference in her world.

Her callsign comes not from a supposed belief of destruction or an implication of personal failure, but as an allusion to the Empire she lives in, a fading state of what once was.

Due to all this, she carries a team-before-self attitude, but is sometimes stubborn and uncompromising in her ideas. She is quick to act, sometimes on impulse, but chooses her words carefully so as to not commit any wrong.

Skill Bonus: Reflexes
Specialty: Signalling, Encryption and Communication (SEC, for short - generally,)

I do not know what Rogue Squadron is, but if its run by Dwarmin, its always awesome.

[Digital Hellhound]

This seems like my kind of thing! Here goes.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Pilot Name: Prospero Travieso
Callsign: Carcass
Bio:
Prospero hails from the secluded pleasure planet of Neo-Babylon, from a well-off family with a long past in the service of the Empire. A child of the lush, expansive garden-cities of the world, he grew to appreciate the finer things in life, while remaining protected from the reality of the Empire and the threats it faced. A budding intellectual, he applied for and was accepted into the illustrious Transterra University on Earth, where he studied philosophy and galactic history for six years.

The more he learned of the past, however, the more he became aware of the Empire's current, decadent state. He had been expected to accept some minor Imperial office like most of his siblings, but Prospero surprised his family by entering the naval academy at Goghmann's Point (better known simply as 'the Institute') after leaving the University. Prospero did not take to military discipline and life quickly, but swallowed his pride and eventually became the very model of a dutiful slipfighter cadet - the only thing marking him out from most of his peers being his propensity to quote ancient philosophers and poets mid-flight.

Now graduated with average-to-high results, he's been assigned to the ISS Tripoli and awaits his chance to keep humanity safe anxiously.
Skill Bonus: Marksmanship
Specialty: Combat awareness - keeping track of the flying chaos that is a space battle and watching his comrades' backs.

Drat, now I see penguinofhonor's char has some similarities with mine. Oh well, here he is regardless! Good to see you back (well, more active?), Dwarm.

[Skyrunner]

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Pilot Name: Solana Aceae
Callsign: Paprika
Bio: Who is she? She is Solana 'Paprika' Aceae. She hails from a planet where the bounties of the Earth are most valued. Money is second-most valued. She is of middling height, slightly above 165 centimeters. Her eyes are a deep orange, and her hair is likewise. She has her hair in a ponytail. She has a playful look in her eyes. She prefers to run when possible instead of walking.

On the other hand, when she gets into a fighter cockpit, it's like another person is sitting there. Her cheery visage disappears for someone who is laser-guided on completing the mission and getting out alive. See, she likes to fly but she dislikes space, so cold and black as it is. The like and the hate wrestle inside her, and all that's left on the outside is a perfect pilot. Every minute of flying in space is a harrowing experience, but it's not like she can bail. Besides, flying is fun.

She is the perfect apprentice mechanic, as in she doesn't know a damn thing about how to repair fighters. She thinks she can refuel one, but the last time she tried the chief mechanic immediately took the hoses from her. Loading weapons and munitions is done by professionals and their droids, while she hates both water and detergant, hence her not taking care of her own ship. As long as she can see out of the cockpit window all's well.

She has known Inara Tarragon from a while back, as they are cousins in a fashion.

Skill Bonus: +1 to Piloting
Specialty: Maneuvering in the atmosphere is her specialty. Be it actually dogfighting in air, braking in the atmosphere to drop behind the enemy, or just plain cruising, she can do it.

[Dwarmin]

I actually have been poking around the forum for a few weeks, silent and cool, waiting to strike. :I

[borno]

Pilot Name: Jack Dark
Callsign: Night
Bio: Jack was always a... Troubled child. He was always bullied by other kids, picked out by the teachers, and the like, mainly due to his dream to become evil one day. He tried to be evil, but just couldn't do it. Whatever he'd do wrong he'd help right, thus making him a 'Goody two shoes' in the eyes of other people. His parents never did help either, being rather poor and unable to care for him as a son. So eventually, he vowed that one day, he'd change. He'd actually do evil stuff for a change. He decided to start by running away from home and stealing a ship at 18. He eventually returned it, but not before catching the empire's eye with his piloting. He spent two years training before eventually joining the empire, being lost and without a penny to his name. He did pretty well, and so the empire decided to recruit him for their new plan. He took this opportunity to name his Callsign something he'd always wanted to call himself as a villain, and set off, hoping to maybe do evil stuff while he's there.
Skill Bonus: +1 Piloting
Specialty: Whining to get what he wants. He's done this all his life, and definitely will not stop now.
((Sorry if this sucks, I'm tired and running low on battery.))

[freeformschooler]

((ONE OF THE SEVEN SIGNS OF THE APOCALYPSE. DWARMIN RETURNS TO RUNNING RTDS!

Watching to see how this goes.))

[Dwarmin]

Revised apocalypse list!

1. Taricus admits to laughing
2. Dwarmin goes back to running RTDS
3. Dwarmin fails and stops running RTDS
4. Republicans get control of White House
5. Firefly Renewed on FOX
6. The return of the Mullet
7. ToadyOne finishes Dwarf Fortress