Post by Jason Wells on Dec 16, 2013 1:27:25 GMT -5
Name: Jason Wells
Callsign: Rain Man
Rank: O-2 Flight Lieutenant
Assignment: Dropship Pilot
Section: HM-22
Age: 23
Height: "6'0"
Weight: 167 lbs
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Years of Service: 4
Injuries Received in the line of Duty: Some Scratches along his face from a lucky shot blowing out the screen of his cockpit early in his career as he was touching down.
Character's Kit:
A22 Pilots Armor: Has the most flexibility out of all the other Armors. And all the other functions as the A21, except better protection. However given more flexibility means less protection. In Space operations has the ability to become airtight and withstand the cold vacuum of space. The Helmet has a special function that can show a 3 Dimension radar of the surrounding area.
____
Holstered on his Hip.
M1 Personal Defense Weapon
Caliber: PBP 9×19mm overpressure
Rounds Per Magazine: 15
Firing Modes: Semi Automatic
EOTech 557 Holo Sight
____
In a saddle Holster by his seat.
M201 Tactical Shotgun
Caliber: 12 Guage
Rounds Per Magazine: 8
Firing Modes: Pump
Frame: Compact, Brown Haired, Hazel eyed, with a mustache and no beard. He's thin, if Wiry, and almost seems to amble from place to place.
Personality: Not very Temperamental Jason's a bit of a practical joker and a mite cocky but over all he's best described as chipper. No really, looking at psych evaluations that word tends to get used rather a lot. Jason is almost compulsively happy bellying his capability with his drop ship. (Her name is Allison he'll have you remember.) His sense of humor can be a bit grating in high stress situations, as it tends to be rather morbid. His demeanor changes however when performing in a combat support role. When the Chain-guns rev He gets bloodthirsty, coldly professional, but bloodthirsty. His humor can show through from time to time is these situations, though it tends to be rather biting and sarcastic.
History: Born on the Planet Zephyr in the Erebor System Jason Grew up amongst the Gas industry of the planet from the miners, to the haulers, there was a good chance Jason would interact with them. Gaining his pilots license at fourteen saw Jason acting as a copilot on an in system gas hauler with his father, moving shipments of Neon to jump points and moving Metals and perishable goods back in system.
Life was good, and while by no means rich, Jason's family lived comfortably, with a vacation every couple of years using money saved to visit inner colony resorts and once when he was 16 a Stellar Cruise. He met Allison Hayes on that Cruise. The Daughter of one of the financial backers for the cruise line. It was one of those shipboard romances that flares up, ends as friends and has letters sent for years afterwords. Thing was, letters became saving money for Vid-chats, became paying to have mementoes mailed became aligning College applications to stay on the same planet.
No pirates, no civil wars, the occasional bank robbery and gang fight. Life was quiet. Frankly, He preferred it that way. His mother is a quiet woman, resourceful, and an absolutely shrewd contract acquisitions agent for Human Corp throughout the Erebor System. His younger sister is an aspiring writer/artist. At the time of Jason's Enlistment She was a sophomore in highschool.
Jason wanted college. More importantly he wanted college near Allison, the sentiment was reciprocated. Eventually settling on Zanabar in the Redwing system, the only issue for Jason was money. While for Allison it was really no issue at all. So when the recruiters for the V-Tol corp offered a free education with a two year tour Jason jumped about as fast as a Sandtick at a Lecuuna. Training was smooth save an incident during his final insertion, involving an engine failure. He recieved a commendation from his pilot trainer for professionalism and cool headed conduct in an emergency.
Choosing Redwing was fortuitous for Allison and Jason. The Colleges on Redwing while often much more martial than most anywhere else, were also very good for Students interested in Trauma Surgery and being so close to a Naval Drop Training Center meant that they could finally be together. And they were, and Still are. Separated by lightyears and very different careers. he wears a necklace with a small platinum and bronze cross and she wears an engagement ring.
As two year tour and thirteen combat drops pass, Jason realizes he rather enjoys his job. He's a bit of an adrenaline junkie now, often times blaring some kind of Orchestral or Gothic Metal piece in the cockpit during drops. His father doesn't necessarily understand but he's supportive as is his mother and His sister is just happy to get to fly with dad now.
He's four years in with no intention of leaving the V-Tol corps.
Sample Roleplay:
'Look out the window in Room 34b at 2:40.'
The Text was pretty clear.
Her reply. 'Why?' was a bit confused.
'I get my wings today!'
His excitement carried through pretty well.
___________________
"Gentlemen! Ladies! Children of all ages. In case you've forgotten, in honor of the Five hundredth anniversary of the of the Zanabar Drop School, this years graduating class will be giving us a few words, before their drops. I'm sure we want to support them to the best of our abilities.
Why am I not playing music you ask well aren't you demanding. The reason is simple
That's not all kids, your best friend Demo-Nation after much trouble and fingerwagging has been able to secure. Da-da-da-da. Permission to take a peak into the radio traffic of the Drop ships and their Mission control. That's right Kiddies, Let's hear how it's done!."
__________________
"Our base is proud of 500 years of operation. Quite proud of our Training curriculum and has ever been proud of our Graduates, though initially opposed to opening the radios to civilian broadcast, It came to my attention that this might very well be a way to show the citizens of The UCS how a professional operates, not some maverick in an action vid."
__________________
"Combat load, Narrow window, Strong winds, southeasterly."
"Aye Sir."
"Pilot Station unlocked no safeties. You have the stick Wells."
"Aye Sir."
__________________
Allison's head snapped around. Her Lecture on the ethics of grave robbing in early med-research forgotten. It was Two thirty-three.
Seven more minutes.
_________________
"UCS Zanabar Control this is Tango-Delta-Five-Zero-Two, Permission to Disembark?"
A pause.
"This is Zanabar Control. Tango-Delta, You are cleared for drop at your discretion, recommend Five and two degree roll to port and aft respectively to match orientation with the hemisphere.
__________________
"The final drop today is Cadet, Jason Wells. An Outer Rim Freighter pilot from Zephyr whose aptitude scores are regularly at the top of his class.
Mr. Wells is there anything you wish to say?"
"Sir. We have reached Geo-Sync approximately three-four Degrees from target zone. If you would would like the honor of the countdown I await your word."
__________________
"Tango-Delta-Five-Zero-Two, this is Zanabar Actual you have one minute on my mark."
Breathing, murmuring, as last second checks are performed.
"Mark."
Time passes. Allison and much of her class are watching out the bay windows that overlook the Capital and surrounding grounds of the campus. Unlike most days however, today they are looking up
"5.
4.
3.
2.
1."
This is Tango-Delta-Five-Zero-Two Drop Commencing."
__________________
"One-Five-Zero
One-Two-Five
One-Zero-Zero
Repeat 100,000 feet.
On my Mark, Switch thrusters to Vertical orientation.
Cutting power to thrust.
Mark"
Seven-Five-Zero
Seven-Zero-Zero
Six-Five-Zero
Reactivate thrust. Eight seconds full burn.
On my mark orient to horizontal flight until DZ is in Visual range."
__________________
It looks like a Fireball streaking down toward the cleared landing zone.
She hears them exclaim moments before black smoke seems to poor from the whole of the dropship.
__________________
"The hell was that, Turbulence?"
__________________
"The Dropship is now at 55,000 feet folks. That's ten mi-Is that smoke?"
__________________
"Don't think so. I'm reading perforations to the hull and a massive dip in pressure on engine three."
"49,000 feet and falling. Damage Report says main coolant line copped it on reentry. If I were to guess I'd say a tech got lazy before a coffee break and forgot a damned O-Ring."
"Divert main to engines One, Two, and Four. Divert the whole secondary line to three."
__________________
" Diverted. Good call, we're not on fire anymore, but Engine three is working at around 20 percent right now, landings gonna be rough."
___________________
"Would you look at that folks. Look at what a few seconds and calm demeanor can do!"
___________________
She holds her breath and can only gasp for relief when the DJ gives the all clear. that everyones safe.
___________________
___________________
Where did you hear about us? I RP with Trooper and a couple of others on another Forum. He advertised, I thought I'd get back in, as I was a member once a long while back.
Callsign: Rain Man
Rank: O-2 Flight Lieutenant
Assignment: Dropship Pilot
Section: HM-22
Age: 23
Height: "6'0"
Weight: 167 lbs
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Years of Service: 4
Injuries Received in the line of Duty: Some Scratches along his face from a lucky shot blowing out the screen of his cockpit early in his career as he was touching down.
Character's Kit:
A22 Pilots Armor: Has the most flexibility out of all the other Armors. And all the other functions as the A21, except better protection. However given more flexibility means less protection. In Space operations has the ability to become airtight and withstand the cold vacuum of space. The Helmet has a special function that can show a 3 Dimension radar of the surrounding area.
____
Holstered on his Hip.
M1 Personal Defense Weapon
Caliber: PBP 9×19mm overpressure
Rounds Per Magazine: 15
Firing Modes: Semi Automatic
EOTech 557 Holo Sight
____
In a saddle Holster by his seat.
M201 Tactical Shotgun
Caliber: 12 Guage
Rounds Per Magazine: 8
Firing Modes: Pump
Frame: Compact, Brown Haired, Hazel eyed, with a mustache and no beard. He's thin, if Wiry, and almost seems to amble from place to place.
Personality: Not very Temperamental Jason's a bit of a practical joker and a mite cocky but over all he's best described as chipper. No really, looking at psych evaluations that word tends to get used rather a lot. Jason is almost compulsively happy bellying his capability with his drop ship. (Her name is Allison he'll have you remember.) His sense of humor can be a bit grating in high stress situations, as it tends to be rather morbid. His demeanor changes however when performing in a combat support role. When the Chain-guns rev He gets bloodthirsty, coldly professional, but bloodthirsty. His humor can show through from time to time is these situations, though it tends to be rather biting and sarcastic.
History: Born on the Planet Zephyr in the Erebor System Jason Grew up amongst the Gas industry of the planet from the miners, to the haulers, there was a good chance Jason would interact with them. Gaining his pilots license at fourteen saw Jason acting as a copilot on an in system gas hauler with his father, moving shipments of Neon to jump points and moving Metals and perishable goods back in system.
Life was good, and while by no means rich, Jason's family lived comfortably, with a vacation every couple of years using money saved to visit inner colony resorts and once when he was 16 a Stellar Cruise. He met Allison Hayes on that Cruise. The Daughter of one of the financial backers for the cruise line. It was one of those shipboard romances that flares up, ends as friends and has letters sent for years afterwords. Thing was, letters became saving money for Vid-chats, became paying to have mementoes mailed became aligning College applications to stay on the same planet.
No pirates, no civil wars, the occasional bank robbery and gang fight. Life was quiet. Frankly, He preferred it that way. His mother is a quiet woman, resourceful, and an absolutely shrewd contract acquisitions agent for Human Corp throughout the Erebor System. His younger sister is an aspiring writer/artist. At the time of Jason's Enlistment She was a sophomore in highschool.
Jason wanted college. More importantly he wanted college near Allison, the sentiment was reciprocated. Eventually settling on Zanabar in the Redwing system, the only issue for Jason was money. While for Allison it was really no issue at all. So when the recruiters for the V-Tol corp offered a free education with a two year tour Jason jumped about as fast as a Sandtick at a Lecuuna. Training was smooth save an incident during his final insertion, involving an engine failure. He recieved a commendation from his pilot trainer for professionalism and cool headed conduct in an emergency.
Choosing Redwing was fortuitous for Allison and Jason. The Colleges on Redwing while often much more martial than most anywhere else, were also very good for Students interested in Trauma Surgery and being so close to a Naval Drop Training Center meant that they could finally be together. And they were, and Still are. Separated by lightyears and very different careers. he wears a necklace with a small platinum and bronze cross and she wears an engagement ring.
As two year tour and thirteen combat drops pass, Jason realizes he rather enjoys his job. He's a bit of an adrenaline junkie now, often times blaring some kind of Orchestral or Gothic Metal piece in the cockpit during drops. His father doesn't necessarily understand but he's supportive as is his mother and His sister is just happy to get to fly with dad now.
He's four years in with no intention of leaving the V-Tol corps.
Sample Roleplay:
'Look out the window in Room 34b at 2:40.'
The Text was pretty clear.
Her reply. 'Why?' was a bit confused.
'I get my wings today!'
His excitement carried through pretty well.
___________________
"Gentlemen! Ladies! Children of all ages. In case you've forgotten, in honor of the Five hundredth anniversary of the of the Zanabar Drop School, this years graduating class will be giving us a few words, before their drops. I'm sure we want to support them to the best of our abilities.
Why am I not playing music you ask well aren't you demanding. The reason is simple
That's not all kids, your best friend Demo-Nation after much trouble and fingerwagging has been able to secure. Da-da-da-da. Permission to take a peak into the radio traffic of the Drop ships and their Mission control. That's right Kiddies, Let's hear how it's done!."
__________________
"Our base is proud of 500 years of operation. Quite proud of our Training curriculum and has ever been proud of our Graduates, though initially opposed to opening the radios to civilian broadcast, It came to my attention that this might very well be a way to show the citizens of The UCS how a professional operates, not some maverick in an action vid."
__________________
"Combat load, Narrow window, Strong winds, southeasterly."
"Aye Sir."
"Pilot Station unlocked no safeties. You have the stick Wells."
"Aye Sir."
__________________
Allison's head snapped around. Her Lecture on the ethics of grave robbing in early med-research forgotten. It was Two thirty-three.
Seven more minutes.
_________________
"UCS Zanabar Control this is Tango-Delta-Five-Zero-Two, Permission to Disembark?"
A pause.
"This is Zanabar Control. Tango-Delta, You are cleared for drop at your discretion, recommend Five and two degree roll to port and aft respectively to match orientation with the hemisphere.
__________________
"The final drop today is Cadet, Jason Wells. An Outer Rim Freighter pilot from Zephyr whose aptitude scores are regularly at the top of his class.
Mr. Wells is there anything you wish to say?"
"Sir. We have reached Geo-Sync approximately three-four Degrees from target zone. If you would would like the honor of the countdown I await your word."
__________________
"Tango-Delta-Five-Zero-Two, this is Zanabar Actual you have one minute on my mark."
Breathing, murmuring, as last second checks are performed.
"Mark."
Time passes. Allison and much of her class are watching out the bay windows that overlook the Capital and surrounding grounds of the campus. Unlike most days however, today they are looking up
"5.
4.
3.
2.
1."
This is Tango-Delta-Five-Zero-Two Drop Commencing."
__________________
"One-Five-Zero
One-Two-Five
One-Zero-Zero
Repeat 100,000 feet.
On my Mark, Switch thrusters to Vertical orientation.
Cutting power to thrust.
Mark"
Seven-Five-Zero
Seven-Zero-Zero
Six-Five-Zero
Reactivate thrust. Eight seconds full burn.
On my mark orient to horizontal flight until DZ is in Visual range."
__________________
It looks like a Fireball streaking down toward the cleared landing zone.
She hears them exclaim moments before black smoke seems to poor from the whole of the dropship.
__________________
"The hell was that, Turbulence?"
__________________
"The Dropship is now at 55,000 feet folks. That's ten mi-Is that smoke?"
__________________
"Don't think so. I'm reading perforations to the hull and a massive dip in pressure on engine three."
"49,000 feet and falling. Damage Report says main coolant line copped it on reentry. If I were to guess I'd say a tech got lazy before a coffee break and forgot a damned O-Ring."
"Divert main to engines One, Two, and Four. Divert the whole secondary line to three."
__________________
" Diverted. Good call, we're not on fire anymore, but Engine three is working at around 20 percent right now, landings gonna be rough."
___________________
"Would you look at that folks. Look at what a few seconds and calm demeanor can do!"
___________________
She holds her breath and can only gasp for relief when the DJ gives the all clear. that everyones safe.
___________________
___________________
Where did you hear about us? I RP with Trooper and a couple of others on another Forum. He advertised, I thought I'd get back in, as I was a member once a long while back.
