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Topic: Introduce Yourself (Read 258 times)

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« Result #5 on Apr 26, 2007, 4:16am »

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« Result #6 on Aug 16, 2006, 4:58pm »

Name - Chase Morgan
Picture - N/A
Age - 27
Faction - Ally
Personality - Chase is an open minded man with a reckless personality, he may seem like a good man, he is an expert shot, and a excelled tactical expert. [I'm working on the rest]
Overall Style: Although he is a soldier, he doesn't wear his normal uniform. He likes to wear clothes with good ventillation and flexibility, he wears a black T-shirt and jeans, with a pair of combat boots, and an abnormal obeject on his wrist, and around to his back
Gun - anything he can pick up
Allies: loner
Born - unknown
Starting Area - unknown
History - Chase doesn't explain much about his history though. [I'll fix on this later]

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Topic: Away (Read 76 times)

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« Result #7 on Aug 5, 2006, 11:21am »

I'm going to be away from 6 August (a Sunday that also happens to be tomorrow) to 20 August in the wonderful realm of the UK. England, Scotland, and Ireland in that order. I may get a chance to get on at my various cousin's houses in England and Ireland, but if not, don't panic.

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Topic: Getting Ready for Battle (Read 437 times)

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« Result #8 on Jul 26, 2006, 10:43am »

she looked at him and then at the guy as she leaned over and suprised herself by helping him up. She removed any weapons her had before taking him to the med tent and nursing the wounds he had

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Topic: Training Flight--For Some (Read 110 times)

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Training Flight--For Some
« Result #9 on Jul 23, 2006, 3:41pm »

[OOC]
Museless bleh...

[BIC]
"Ich verliere Höhe! Antragerlaubnis, sich zurück zu drehen?"*

Leutnant Heinrich Zöhler rolled his eyes, tapping the stick of his Messerschmitt-109 impatiently at the sound of the new flying officer Heinz von Kürstein's panicky voice over the crackling static of the radioset built into his fighter's control panel. This was the third time today the new boy, shipped from Germany only a few weeks ago out of the Hitler Youth, had asked to head back on this short training jaunt. Well, perhaps they had run into a band of Hurricanes escorting bombers in for a bombing run, but they had gotten out of that fairly easily with two kills on Heinrich's end and a clean getaway once the nearest fighter squadron had been alerted to the group's presence and scrambled. Just an everyday scuffle with the Brits, and the kid (though he was only two years younger than Heinrich himself) was near wetting himself.

"No, Heinz," the German pilot sighed, rolling beneath his wingman's fighter for perhaps the tenth time that day to check his engines. Everything seemed to be running normally, as it had been all day. These were the newer F-6 models of the '109, and so far they had been performing admirably. "You're doing fine. I just want to try the fighters in a dive, hein? You've trained for this, haven't you?"

"Jawohl, Herr Leutnant," Heinz grumbled. "But I think my engine--"

"It's fine, Heinz. Start climbing and quit complaining."

The two ME-109s shot into the cloudless sky seemingly as one, Heinz hugging tight to the leutnant's wing as Heinrich sent his fighter into a shallow roll. Below, the ocean glittered like a carpet of diamond in the sunset--for some, a nice picture, but, Heinrich knew, for his young protegee, a terrifying prospect.

"You first, Heinz," Heinrich said firmly, his tone brooking no arguments. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other fighter wobble as if in indecision, finally give in, and plunge downwards towards the waves, pulling up perhaps a hundred feet higher than necessary. Sighing, the leutnant pushed the stick down so his ME-109 was nearly vertical, feeling the force of gravity shoving at his chest as the restraints cut into his leather flight jacket like iron bars--

And then, with a slight touch at the controls, the fighter leveled out over the ocean, engines humming nicely with naught to show for its earlier stress. Heinrich nodded in satisfaction at the sound, adjusting his radio to better be heard. "What'd you think, Heinz?"

His wingman sounded shaky. "F-fantastic, Herr Leutnant."

Heinrich grinned, glad that Heinz couldn't see him. "Alright, Heinz. Let's turn around and head home. We'll see if we can spot some Spitfires on the way back--compared to Hurricanes, those are some real fliers. Maybe you'll bag one, huh?"

Glancing over at the cockpit next to his, he saw Heinz shudder. Shaking his head slightly, the German leutnant accelerated to lead the way home.

*"I'm losing altitude! Request permission to turn back?"

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