Story:

The year is 2331. All across the Mohave, war is about to begin again. This war will begin any time soon and it will be one bloody conflict, especially with the discovery of pre-war airplanes Waste Landers call, “Hell Birds.”
But just how did this war begin?

2325

The NCR and Legion have had even greater conflict after Hoover Dam was destroyed by the Courier. Extremely angry and tired of the Legion, president Kimball of the NCR ordered vast amounts of NCR soldiers to the Mohave. Caesar responded quickly and issued all Legionaries to the frontlines. Combat and major bloodshed resulted…soon filling all of the Mohave.
Meanwhile, the prospering Brotherhood of Steel began strengthening and numbering their army in the Mohave with assistance from their D.C. chapter. Why they did this was to defend themselves from the two other factions, which regularly begun attacking them for the BoS strategic location, Hidden Valley. Along with Black mountain, the BoS create a major HQ with much of the land open for later use…

2326-2328

At last and unsurprisingly expected, each three major factions met. The location however, was on the outskirts of New Vegas. This battle was the bloodiest one yet, with many military casualties, civilian casualties, and major destruction. This battle was known as, “The Battle of New Vegas.” The NCR suffered many veteran personnel casualties, and retreated to Camp McCarran. The Brotherhood of Steel used many supplies in the battle and worried that the rest of their supplies would vanish if they continued fighting in this battle, and so retreated to Hidden Valley. As for the Legion, they suffered heavy losses in the battle, but managed to attack each faction effectively. Caesar ordered his army to The Fort and Legate’s Camp. All three factions fought violently, but not one won. Little did they know, strange planes observed this battle from so high in the sky...

2329

Each three factions ceased heavy fire and began rebuilding and repopulating their forces. The question was, how long would the cease-fire last?
One day, a brand-new faction entered the Mohave. Unknown to everyone, this faction was called the MM (Marcuse’s Movement, or the Marcus Movement), a massive group of followers of Marcus Marlowe, a praised and fair dictator who had hoped to spread his movement beyond California, their original home. After the reports from his spy planes of all hell in the Mohave, he ordered his movement to enter the Mohave, which he planned to take over. He believed his leadership would settle the war, but he also wanted all power here for himself too…
Armed with basic infantry and refurbished aircraft, the invasion began. He attacked the Mohave Outpost to get into the Mohave. Relying on his military’s greatest strength, pre-war aircraft, the Outpost fell. Survivors told stories to Waste Landers about seeing, “giant, hell birds flown by Flying Aces. The MM soon got it’s nickname, the Flying Aces. Now in the Mohave, the MM began constructing it’s main base, determined to conquer the Mohave, especially with it’s planes…

2230

The MM agreed that by attacking each major faction, they would back down and allow MM forces to control all of the Mohave. On December 31st, the MM launched its first campaign movement. Marcus ordered bombing squadrons to attack each faction, NCR, Legion, and the BoS. A fourth, secret bombing group set out towards the rebuilt city of New Vegas. Each faction suffered the might of MM’s payload, suffering many casualties. All except New Vegas. Armed with Mr. House’s defense systems, every plane that attacked the city was shot down. This group was special, for it contained many different types of planes and bombers. Shocked at the attacks, and amazed at the machines, each faction began scavenging the downed planes, soon learning and building each one. From pre-war text, experts, and mechanics and blacksmiths, each faction created their own air force, along with their savaged airplanes. The MM, NCR, Legion, and BoS would soon begin fighting once again, along with their “hell birds.”

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This rp will begin at each faction's AFB. NCR at McCarren, the Legion at Flagstaff, the BoS at Hidden Valley, the and the MM at the area around the Mohave Outpost.

Your first posts will be about training. Combat will soon follow...

You can have 1 jet and 1 propellered airplane OR 1 bomber(you pilot it, and can man the machine guns) and 1 propellered plane.

You can have your own decals and paint schemes, but keep it realistic.
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BoS Planes:

FJ: F22 Raptor, F-16, Mig-18-21

Fp: The Ju-88 Stuka( German fighter and dive-bomber). The A6M Zero

B: B-52, B2 Stealth Bomber(< 1 man crew btw)

NCR Planes:

B: A-10 Thunderbolt mesquito 2-engined bomber

FJ: Harrier, f-35 lightning, F-28 Falcon

Fp: Hawker Typhoon, Me- 109, P-38

Legion Planes:

B- B-25 Mitchell, Foke Wolf

Fj-TU-Dragon Lady, 6-b Prowler, F-5 Tiger

Fp- p-47 thunderbolt

MM

B: AC-130

Fj: F-18 hornet

Fp: P-51 D Mustang

The United Wasteland Tribal Alliance:

FP: Hawker Hurricane, Supermarine SpitfireFighter

B: Wellingtion, Lancaster Bomber





* If you want to use another plane not on this list, ask me and i'll think about it...

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CS:

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Race:

Faction:

Apparel(Your aviator suit, can be custom):

Appearence:

Rank(Start as private, similar to"cadet".):

Plane:
Plane Color-Scheme:
Plane-decals:
Plane:
Plane Color-Scheme:
Plane-decals:

Bio(Can be short, I don't mind):

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Rules(lalala)

1. keep it realistic
2. your character can get wounded, you decide their fate
3. your plane can get damaged(send to repairs and use your other one)
4. post kindof often. Im ok if you don't, but at least try.
5. No controlling other characters.
6. I'm the Game Master.
7. Obey reg. RP rules
8. Have fun. airplanes rule*)

Members:

icouldntthinkofaname-Alexander Evans

Jonasvault101-Castillion (Cass-tee-on) LeMarc

Elvis-Borgia Manus

Your mom=My brother-Marcus Marlowe
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Reserved for later?

Adam of morrowind
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*New recruits are welcome. Just fill out your cs on the sign-ups sheet and you are in.
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Plane's Pros and Cons:

Propeller Plane

Pros: Can stay in the air for a long time. Has an average speed, making it good for bomber escorts. Great for loops, dives, and all around moveability. Armed with 2-8 50 cal. machine guns and unguided rockets. great for strafing ground targets and other propellar planes. Can dodge missles. CAN be used to carry two bombs, but that's for later...

Cons: The jet is more fatser than this plane, making the jet it's prime enemy. Unguided rockets mean you'll be having to accurately line up your rocket strikes. Cockpit easy to shoot at and from*P

Fighter Jet:

The Pros and cons of a Fighterjet.

P: The fighter jet is very fast, being able to usually break the sound barrier and exceed match 1speed. In this though, it will go alittle faster than the Propellar plane. Armed with heat-seaking missles, AAM(Air-to-air missles), and a nose-cannon, this plane has amazing aeorodynamics, speed, and advanced armmaments..

C: Although very fast, the jet will occasionally have to pass and attack bombers repeatably since they fly right by them. Also, the jey is armed with a powerful cannon, but the jet must be somewhat close to it's target or the cannon will be very unaccurate and not damage it's enemy. Also, heat-seek missles can be avoided by planes with jamming tools and swift manuevers. the closer to your target, the better your chances of hitting the target you get. JETS HAVE LIMITED TIME IN AIR.

Bombers:

P: Carrying a heavy payload of bombs that pillage all beneath it, the bomber is the plane to use when attacking strategic/wide areas and many dug-in or massive ground forces. Armed with mounted 50 caliber machine guns in good positions, the bomber can some-what defend itself along with thick armor. Propeller planes are bomber's best friends.

C: From great payloads come little speed. The bomber averagely flies fast, making a slow target. The thick armor can only withstand SO much fire before the bullets penetrate, and the bullet type is a factor too. The MG's on the bomber only cover certain areas, and the gunners have a hard time accurately picking enemies out of the sky when they are far away.
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The RP will begin at your AFB for training. Thank you*
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CS:

Member: Ym=Mb

Name: Marcus Marlowe

Age: 21

Gender:Male

Race: White, tannish

Faction: MM ( Marcus Movement )

Apparel(Your aviator suit, can be custom): May post pic. later. Black lether pilot suit with shoe shined boots and a cool goggled, visor helmet blu and silver.

Appearence: 6'3, battle scars on face.

Rank(Start as private, similar to"cadet".): Since I'm the MM leader, I'm the Leader/Commander of the MM AF.

Plane: F-18
Plane Color-Scheme: White nose, yellow wing tips
Plane-decals: Big M on both wings.

Plane: P-51 D
Plane Color-Scheme: Checkered Tail, Yellow nose, Blue-gray wings
Plane-decals: red X's marking kills on the body and fuselage.

Bio(Can be short, I don't mind): Marcus was born to a family who traveled from Florida to California. In California, democracy was the primary government, which was ok for Marcus, but angered him because of the crime too mcuh freedom brought. Leading a revolution with his followers, he overtook the government(like in cuba*P) and became the ruler of his Californian city. He was very nice and fair to his people, which resulted in many joining his organization, MM. He also enjoyed the power in his possession. Looking to expand his new organization, he turned to the areas that needed it most...the Mojave.
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Member: Elvis

Name: Borgia Manus

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Faction: Legion

Race: African-American

Apparel(Your aviator suit, can be custom): Centurion armour

Appearence: Aprrox 6 foot. Longish hair, rough beard. Somewhat ruggedly handsome.

Rank(Start as private, similar to"cadet".): Centurion?

Plane: Focke Wulf
Plane Color-Scheme: Main body red, wings yellow/golden
Plane-decals: This

Plane: P-47 Thunderbolt
Plane Color-Scheme: Same as above
Plane-decals: Same as above

Bio(Can be short, I don't mind): A loyal and intelligent man, Borgia was one of the men who convinced Caesar to scavenge the planes, despite his technophobia.

As seen with convincing Caesar to abandon his belief in favour of fighting back against their much more advanced equipped enemies, Borgia does not agree with many of Caesar's beliefs. While overall he recognises Caesar as the best hope for the Mojave and is therefore fiercely loyal, he does not believe in the belittling of women. Borgia also had a hidden jet addiction.

Borgia is a highly decorated and respected Centurion, and one of Caesar's finest Legionaries. He is a charismatic and charming man, but he can also be ruthless and merciless if he believes it necessary. Borgia also thinks of himself as honourable. This is seen through the way he teaches Legionaries under his leadership. He teaches them to refrain from unnecessary violence and treatment against slaves.
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Member: Jonasvault101

((If you don't mind, could I start out at a bit of a higher rank? It would just be very beneficial to my character. However, it you truly want me to, I have no problem start out as a Private/Cadet)) (My response: I approve!)

Name: Castillion (Cass-tee-on) LeMarc

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Faction: NCR

Race: Caucasian, French-Canadian

Apparel(Your aviator suit, can be custom): Regular brown-colored jumpsuit with knee and elbow pads, also wears a thick vest and (when not in flight) a large duster-coat. Also wears Aviator glasses.

Appearence: Short, wavy brown hair, dark in tone with light streaks. Fierce blue-green eyes, with a small scar running very close to the right eye, through his eyebrow and down to his cheekbone. His face is very sharp, slightly gaunt, sometimes described as "hawk-like". He also proudly sports a thick, full goatee. Castillion sticks to rigorous training regiment, including daily parkour exercises which gives him a very athletic and toned build. He stands at a staggering 6ft 4in tall. Last, he sports a tattoo of the NCR Desert Ranger insignia on his neck with, "Sic Vis Paca Para Bellum" written under it. Latin for, "If You Desire Peace, Prepare for War." Roughly.

Rank(Start as private, similar to"cadet".): Corporal 1st Class.

Plane: B52 Bomber
Plane Color-Scheme: Dark Blue hull, Red wings, and a Grey-Blue tail
Plane-decals: A laughing skull wearing a red beret with what looks like a Mini-Nuke behind it.

Bio(Can be short, I don't mind): Castillion was born in a small city in the Canadian province of Quebec. When he was four, his family fled south when the tension between the major factions began to strain. They escaped just before war broke out in Quebec, soon they found themselves in the wastelands of Montana. Over the years they continued to travel south, finally reaching Sierra Nevada. Castillion's father brought the family to the outskirts of Camp McCarran and eventually he joined the NCR's Ranger division, being an ex-military man himself and showing promise to the Rangers. Tragedy would soon befall the family when Castillion was only 12 years of age.

His father, during a routine search of an old vault, was caught in trap set by fiends and died a gruesome death. His body was not recovered. Overcome by grief. Castillion's mother left him and his 8 year old sister in the care of an older Ranger named Gram Hastings. Later that year, Castillion would find out that his mother was caught by fiends, and met a terrible end as a "slave". On his 18th birthday, Castillion enlisted in the NCR, becoming a private in the Patrol Division. For years, his job was simply to patrol the territory surrounding New Vegas. Showing promise, he was eventually drafted into the NCR Rangers Division. His next years would be marked by skirmishes and small battles with not only the Fiends, but also Caesars Legion.

His career as a ranger ended when his entire outfit was captured by Legionaries. He would be the only survivor, as the camp where he was held was liberated by the feared Desert Rangers. He turned in his rifle and Ranger Badge, then enlisted in flight school. A job, at the time, that was less combat-oriented. He still carries his Ranger Sequoia, awarded for Honorable Service and Bravery in the Rangers. However, as tensions rose with the Legion, NCR, and the rather shady Brotherhood of Steel, Castillion would be called to pilot a B52 Bomber crewed by several men and his little sister, Isabelle. Castillion now serves proudly in the NCR's Air force.
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Member: icouldn'tthinkofaname

Name:Alexander Evans

Gender: Male

Faction: The United Wasteland Tribal Alliance (UWTA)

Age:30

Race:Caucasian

Apparel(Your aviator suit, can be custom):This, this is the United Wasteland Tribal Alliance suit

Appearance:This

Rank(Start as private, similar to"cadet".):Pilot Officer (They go by the RAF ranks, this is equal to "Airman/Private")

Plane:Hawker Hurricane
Plane Color-Scheme:Look at picture
Plane-decals:Look at picture

Misc Gear:Flare Gun, Webley and Scott Mk-IV, food and water pack. He also has a parachute.

Bio(Can be short, I don't mind):(I will explain the Character's background in the RP, this is the faction): The United Wasteland Tribal Alliance was born in war. They first took Seattle and surrounding towns and tribes, then, they moved north, south, and east. They hit their maximum, at New Reno. They set up airbases all over their borders, their largest is at Tonopah. Their airbase looks like this at Tonopah. They control all of the northern skies from Vancouver to Tonopah. Their air force consists of two thousand Fighters total and one thousand bombers (subject to change).
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I will post the first post for each faction except name's. Don't worry, it's just for training. After that, if no one else joins the faction during the rp, you make the calls, controll it pretty much...
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Let the planes begin.

NCR:

"Welcome Cadets! I'm proud to say you are on your way to becoming a New Californian Republic Pilot. The training will be hard and tough, but its for the greater good. Each one of you, including you coporal, will begin basic training real soon. Your barracks are your resting place here at McCarren AFB. Dismissed!"

(This is where the NCR player takes control of training and NCR actions...)
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BoS:

"Paladins and Knights, Scribes and such. You are now the air defenders of the BoS. We have been attacked long enough. With great training, you will all push each enemy facion out of the mojave. Be on your way!"
(Like before, BoS player( 0 right now) take control of this faction.)
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Legion:

"The Mighty Caesar eye's are upon you. From these pre-war machines you will learn to attack the profligents and show no mercy above. Your training will be harsh, but Caesar gives you strenght. Do not fail him."
(Legion player takes control)

My Character: Also, Your Mom, my planes ARE NOT Jets, they are Propeller



Alexander Evans-Tonopah Air Force Base

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erMO3m0oLvs

"TO YOUR BATTLESTATIONS!! GO GO GO!" A voice thundered in my barracks. We scrambled to our planes. I put on my gear and ran toward the Hawker Hurricane. I jumped in it and turned the engine to life. I flicked on the radio

"Dannyboy to all fighter under, Four B-25s with P-47 Thunderbolt escorts, scramble." I heard over the radio. Dannyboy was the codename for the squadron leader. He flew a Spitfire as the men under him flew Hawker Hurricanes. My squadron flew into the air as the bombers got closer.

"Shoot while your under them." said Dannyboy as we flew closer to the flight pack

"I could 20 P-47s!" said a frantic voice.

"Calm down, blow those bastards out of the sky!" Dannyboy said. We reached the flight pack and I got behind the Legion bomber. I could see the tail gunner raise his hands in fright of me. I shot rounds into the wings as the bomber plummeted the earth. The fighters tried to knock me down, only for me to kill them.

"KILL THOSE LEGION DOGS!" I heard a call.

"I'VE BEEN HIT!" Another call as one of ours plummeted to earth. They soon turned back, only one fighter was left, everything of the legion attack force besides the fighter had been destroyed. We flew back to Tonopah and landed. I stepped out. A reporter came up to me

"What do you think about the war with the Legion?" she asked me

"Well, I can't speak for it. I suggest asking a solider."

Castillion sat in his seat, smoking a cigarette, waiting for the instructor to come. Camp McCarran had been buzzing and moving like a [censored]in' beehive over the last few weeks. The Legion was on the move, the Brotherhood of Steel had come out of hiding, and the newest faction, the UWTA also were on the move. The United Wasteland Tribal Alliance, as far as Castillion could tell, were not a threat to the NCR, as they'd shown no hostilities.

Castillion was checking his side-arm, the prized Ranger Sequoia. Suddenly, the instructor came in.



"Welcome Cadets! I'm proud to say you are on your way to becoming a New Californian Republic Pilot. The training will be hard and tough, but its for the greater good. Each one of you, including you corporal, will begin basic training real soon. Your barracks are your resting place here at McCarren AFB. Dismissed!"

With this, Castillion got up and proceeded out to the airstrip. The hot Mojave sun was baking the dried and cracked strip, it would be a wonder if the planes would even make it off the thing. Luckily, many of the patches were being filled and tidied up.

Castillion found his plane, an old B52 Bomber, the props moving just slightly with each breeze, a sign that they were in very good condition. The hull was open, and as he walked inside, he found his crew playing a game of cards and drinking whiskey. "Mind if I join ya?" Castillion asked, his French accent just barely resonating. "You couldn't play to save your life Cass!" His sister Isabelle said, giggling as "Cass smirked at her.

He sat on a chair cushion on the floor with the others as his hand was dealt, and poured himself a small glass of shine. "Well, training ought to be fun. I just can't wait to get in the air." Said Brian, a big man with a light beard and built like a refrigerator; his job was to operate the bombs themselves. The rest simply nodded and "mmhmm"ed in agreement.

"Well isn't it a beautifful day for flying cadets?" asked Marcus, walking back and force in front of many lined up trainees."I've been in that sky before plenty of times, and not once have I've been shot down." The commander stopped walking and said,"Hopefully, none of yall will too. Our training will begin now." From here, he ordered to flight control the air raids be turned on." Scramble to your fighter planes for training.Double time!" the speakers shouted.
Marcus walked towards his hanger and opened it up. There glistened his P-51D, all sparkly with that checkered tail. He opened up the canopy and sat himself in the cockpit. Closing the canopy, he began the engine. The plane crackled to life, healthy as ever. Slowly but accelerating, the plane began to exit the hanger and join the others on the fresh-tar runway. Marcus put on his headphones and ordered away."Engage throttle. Keep in formation as we leave ground." One by one, each plane began take off, taking easy turns for 400m lapsaroundthe AFB

"Done." The engine of the mustang roared when it touched the ground. Slowly decellarating, he stopped the plane and guided it into the hanger. Marcus saluted nearby cadets as he walked into the air traffic tower."Greatings commander. We have urgent news you must hear", said the flight attendent. The radio crackled to life."I'm spotting air combat somewhere off in the mojave area. I 'spose the legion and some force are at it again."
Marcus grinned."They don't deserve those planes if they can't fly them straight." marcus walked over to his studies and planned his next move.

Name, Jonah.


Post soon please...the rp is still alive! OOC