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 Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 8:16 pm
"Do we look like we can afford a Mk2 sim?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 8:19 pm
"I meant the ship we fly in the sim! Are we flying Mark 1 headhunters? there, can't be any more clear" Art practicly shouted. Seeing the Ruby squad jocks that had turned their heads Art gave them a look that would have killed a sith and they instantly turned away. thank you for teaching me that one mom.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 8:21 pm
"I knew that smart one. Did you think we could afford a Headhunter Mk2 Sim?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 8:25 pm
"$#@%" Art cursed loudly "It's just a stupid program upgrade they they don't even take the few seconds and credits to do it, Damn I've seen better run outlaw groups. A least tell me that the fight is in a planetary atmosphere, not a vacume."
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 8:30 pm
"We're a fricking rebellion for Sith's sake! We have like... 1 credit! And if you would quit asking me the mission and look up at the glowing board in front of you, you would know that we're in a vaccuum."
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 8:36 pm
"I like to get my information form people. So basiclt youir telling me were screwed? Flying a mark one in the vacume of space, muchless dogfighting with it, is practicly suicide." Looking up at the board he saw that there was a list of alternate ships. calling up the list he saw that he couldn't read it. Damn holo projector. "What ships are on that list? Is their anyhting that is pre clone war era?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 8:51 pm
Zendia glowered at Art as she eased into the mock cockpit of the simmed 'hunter. "Mark 1, Mark 2, what's the difference?" she groaned. "Now, get in a cockpit and quit your bitching!"
Her tone lightening considerably as Rusty plugged himself in, she took a moment to call "Are you ok back there, dear?" to the plucky little droid.
(( I'll also assume that Headhunters have some degree of spaceworthiness? And, for the purposes of the sim, are we being launched from a planet or a ship, such as a Corvette? 3nodding ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 9:10 pm
((the mission specs were in my other post and there is nothing about alternate craft.))
"You really must be wasted because there ARE no other craft!" Kefka screamed.
((the sim is just starting off in a vaccuum in said system))
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 9:24 pm
Climbing into his cocpit he switched over to the squad channel and brought his com up to power. "Sorry, must have been looking at something else. And there is a big diffrence between these Mark 1's and the M2 or AF4, Its offical designation. With these things if you you your maneuvering thrusters in space you litteraly come apart at the welds, so you have to use your main engines for turning. Also they are easy to take out, one solid body hit and your done. In other words the only way to fly these things in combat is to go head-to-head and hope your sheilds hold longer than the other guys."
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 9:37 pm
Zendia had her own retort ready in response to Art. "Still, all we have to do is shoot down those Ruby asshats, and that's all. How hard can it be?"
Then, addressing Rusty, she requested, "A little extra power to shields, please,"
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 9:46 pm
"No kidding, why so worked up?"
"Icy, cut thruster power and send it to the engines and shields.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 9:48 pm
"Very true, after all they probably don't even know what I just stated. I just have some VERY bad memorys of headhunters coming apart with friends in them, no chance of recovery." At the Art stoped and shivered. "But on with the show!" At this the screen of stars came into veiw.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 8:45 am
Kefka Dragoon suddenly found himself trapped in the vacuum of space in a very unstable snubfighter. But he shook it off, at least everyone else was in the same boat. Unable to use thruster power, he slowly kept going through the depths of the system until he saw some red blips at the far edge of the targeting computer.
"Leader to Squadron, we have unfriendlies on the screen. Form up with to wingmates, Orphan and Stardust, you're with me. Any stragglers without a trio, join up with me."
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 11:06 am
Orrin had been silent, and snuck into a sim while the rest were arguing. He had his ABCs system up and running. He didn't use a droid, since he was quite a micromanager, but finally the yelling stopped. Of course, being the last in the squad meant that he would be right next to the ruby pilots. Fortunately, he had quite a good talk with the one next to him, which was suprizingly nice, with the only insults going to about how their teammates were doing this or that.
The sim started, easily enough, as Orrin stayed on the outside of the course.
"This is sad," he mumbled to himself. the computer began compiling data, predicting outcomes at a rate of 5000 a second. "Nobody knows what the hell they are doing anyway. No direction. but the data stream is coming in fine..."
He noticed the rest of the fighters take off, while he remained motionless. "No need to charge in... yet." He turned the thrusters on, and as prior agreement with Ruby Twelve, decided to meet up with a one on one while the "other fools" fought like assholes.
As accordance to dogfighting rules, they passed each other, knife-edged and their fight was on. They were far enough away from anyone else to not ahve to worry about interference, as long as they didn't get spotted and peak someone's curiosity.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 11:17 am
"Allright we're approaching confrontation. All shield trios report in."
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