Hey let me play the IC-4 pilot Diesel. I will upload a good post later on. I'm good at writing flight sim actions. I used to read lots of fighter novels. Am I allowed to take on another charater? Say I want to be a marine also. Can I do that? RP/ON
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GALCOM operation logs
Mission +2hours +34minutes
Flight LOG #4123
IC-4 Pilot Diesel #423200 I was off duty in the galley when we were hit. I was knocked unconcisness by the shock wave. I woke up with a splitting headache., just in time to hear shadow on the emergency broadcast. "Whoever is accessing this, get yourself armed NOW!!! There are Gams' all over the ship and they're attacking everything! I am making my way to IC3 as we speak, so if there are marines in the vicinity of the ship, keep it held down!" Damn Gams?? What the hell is going on? Quickly I head out of galley and toward launch bay.
I lurched upon 2 fallen marines, their blistered body told me what happened. They were hit by Gam biological grenades. Damn nasty ones. I grabbed few grenades and rifle off one of the marines. Don't recognize him, too blistered from the chemicals. Godamn! What a terrible way to die. Well those Gam's going to be pay. They don't who they're dealing with. Where I'm from, when one of your own dies, there going to be retaliation. Those damn Gams don't know about the slum I used to live in, don't know about what I had to do to survive. I'm no stranger to killing, they will die if they come face to face with the Diesel. I quickly round another corner, suddenly came face to face with 2 Gummlan marines. They had their back to me, and was aiming and the far end of the hall where I couldn't see. With the speed of lighting I lobbed 2 grenades at the Gam *******s, ducked behind a wall for cover. An ear splitting explosion announced the dismissal of those two Gam *******s. Did I ever tell you how much I love the screaming of Gam's? It's like music to my ears. They have a very unusual high pitched scream, kind like the aliens on that old 2D movie I watched when I was surfing on the net . Now I am bending over a tacops station, scanning for the nearest route to hanger without intruders. Seems like our B.C is in some deep sh!!, we are surrounded by a load of Gam *******s. The worst part is we are the only Galcom ship in the system. What hell are those fools doing up in the bridge? How did the hell did they not see a shi! load of Gams jumping right
under our nose? Hell into our noses. Not good at all, especially in a few moments I will be in the thick of it with those bloody *******s sadists. But I know I got skills, soon they will know the taste of the skills learned the hard way all those years with my sweat and blood. I arrived at the hanger without further incidents. On my way here I passed several bodies of crewman, all blistering from that chemical grenade the Gam love so much. Some section of the hull were totally shot to hell, but not breached yet. I braced myself for another explosion that ripped though the hanger. Knocking down those who were unprepared. I saw Shadow and Pancake strapping into their Interceptors. I gave them the thumb up sign, they will need some luck to survive this. Today we will all need it badly it seems like. I ran over to my Interceptor and begin to get into my flight suit. All of a sudden I was knocked flat on my feet as another shock wave traveled though the ship. John the flight engineer assigned to my I.C was there to brief me.
"Diesel, you know what kind of shi! we are in?" I can hear the obvious stress in his voice.
"Yep, I know we got couple of them *******s out there."
" listen man we got 1 stormcarrier....." John goes on but I wasn't listening. I knew what was
out there, my mind is racing ahead though all the tactics I learned at flight school. Shadow and I were to only 2 pilots made it to the hanger. 2 Vs many, too damned many. The odds are not good at all. We might be heading straight toward our grave right this moment. Fate is a weird thing. I don't like it bit, but I never question it. Either I will die or I don't die. It's all very simple concept. I'm not a bit scared, I been near death so many times, deep down I welcome the feelings of death. It gives me the energy that keeps on driving me all those years. I can stay calm even tho I'm surronded by death and destruction.
"the BC hull is down to 53%, he are listening?" John eyed me.
"yep, let's cut the crap, I will deal with it once I get out there. Now strap me in."
I climbed up the ladder and pulled my self into the cockpit of I.C All system seemed nominal. I buckled up my seat belt as I begin to do my preflight checklist. The chatter over the comlink was chaotic, I tuned into the I.C channel with my mental link. I begin to communicate with Shadow.
"Shadow what's the status your I.C?"
Then suddenly I reliaze something, where the hell is my co-pilot?
"John, where the hell is B.J???"
"D, that's what I been trying to tell you. But you weren't listening."
"Alright, whatever. Damn, I can't leave without a co-pilot!"
Just then my com channel link with flight control opened up. It was one of the flight controller up in the bridge. Janet I think.
"Intercepter 4. Repeat scramble, this is not a drill" No kidding, how many dead bodies did I saw on my way here I thought to myself.
"Roger control. Launching in 60 seconds"
Damn BlackJack. I knew I should't made him drink too hard last night. Now he's probly somewhere in his bunk dead asleep. Oblivius of what's happening. Worst he could be blistering all over now from the Gam chemicals. Then suddenly from the corner of my eyes I caught Black Jack running up to the Intercepter.
"Yo D! I'm glad you're here man. Ready to rock? " Black Jack grined at me as John help him slip into his flight suit. Seconds later he was strapped into the cockpit behind me. Doing his preflight checklist.
"Alright Black. What's up?"
"Damn I was got into a firefight with some Gam's back there."
Black Jack and I been buddies for years. Since flight school back on earth. We grew up in completly diffrent envirments. He's parent are some of the most powerful people in Galcom. While I grew up in the hell that they call Los Angeles. Dispite our diffrences we are best friends. We trust each other complete. Probloly due to our diffrences, we like each because we both lacked some qualities the other had. And he's a damn good Co-pilot too. There isn't anybody else on this ship that I would rather have saving my six.
Now back to task at hand.....I prepared for the launch. I always enjoyed the last seconds of calmness before I steped into the chaos of space.
"Ready Black Jack?" I send a mental link into my in flight link.
"Ready when your are D. Ready to ride."
A thin smile crossed my face. Some things will never change.
RP off
Sorry can't go on anymore, I got to head for work. Post later. "Power to the have-nots. I think I heard a shot"
Rage Against the Machine. [This message has been edited by SpacePhish (edited 08-17-99).]
