Severity
Club Regular
- Joined
- Mar 6, 2016
Like the name suggests, this one's got mecha!
Not Gundams, though. These mechs are Armored Core/Muv-luv style hyper-agile air-ground fighters.
Aaaaaanyway...
{Story stuff follows}
Congratulations, recruit! The Combat Aptitude Test results scored you high in all the right categories to become a mech pilot! Following your successful completion of basic physical and flight training, you will report to Fort Warden's Wesselski Airfield for advanced training under Col. Hannemann in the 499th Training Squadron. This training will not be easy, and it will not be safe. Over 30% of recruits fail to complete this stage of training, and with good reason - this will be the most difficult thing you've done in your life. But, as with all things, there is a reward - if you manage to complete advanced combat training, you'll join the most elite group of soldiers ever known, the Imperial Air Corps. This honor is not lightly bestowed, and will earn you the right to fight for your freedom, family, and very way of life on the front lines against the millions of oppressive savages waiting to plunder our glorious nation!
Colonel Alice Hannemann of the Imperial Air Corps. sighed.
"They're really pouring it on thick these days. I suppose they have their reasons, but..."
The raven-haired woman shakes her head.
"I hope this group's better than the last."
she says, and mutters something else under her breath. She folds up the letter, and stows it away in one of her desk's drawers. The 33 year old Colonel is a combat veteran, and an ace with 7 personal kills. She stares at her desk for a moment, and then her tall, aquiline face lifts and she looks into the eyes of the person in front of her. She sees the red eyes of her very Albino adjutant, the amusingly named 2nd Lieutenant Ophelia White.
Ophelia smiles sympathetically, and tries halfheartedly to comfort her friend and superior.
"You saw the test results, this group should be worlds apart from the last. Besides, I've got a good feeling about these ones"
Ophelia knew how stereotypical it was to say she had a good feeling about them, but it was true. Even without seeing them, she had a strange gut feeling that this group would be much better than the last. But she'd been wrong before.
"Well, I wish I could share your optimism. But until I see these nuggets in person, I'm going to be assuming the worst."
"Ma'am, you know that's not fair. You can't expect to go far with such low expectations of everyone. Haven't you heard of self-fulfilling prophecies?"
Hearing Ophelia's words, Alice smirked faintly.
"Got me far enough to get home. Got you home, too."
Ophelia couldn't think of a good response quickly enough, so she smiles and nods.
"I suppose you did, huh..."
Ophelia turns to leave before remembering something and turning again to the Colonel.
"Ah, before I forget, the most recent schedules showed your first recruits arriving at 1100 tomorrow."
She salutes lazily as Alice thanks her, then turns and leaves the room.
At exactly 1241 the next day, the first of the new recruits arrive, ready to train for war as part of the 499th Training Squadron.
Some of the new recruits volunteered, some of them got volunteered, and some are straight-up conscripts. Luckily for those less into uniforms and discipline, nobody at Wesselski Airfield particularly cares about uniform specifics. Just cover your privates and do as you're told, and as long as you don't show up to uniform inspection topless it's all pretty much fine.
Similarly, the only thing the recruits have in common is that they passed basic physical and flight training, so all of them are theoretically, if not actually, capable of basic physical activity and regularly operating their mechs safely.
The Empire consists of most of the continent of Bildt, one of eight continents on the Earth-like world Ferris.
Space travel exists, and is faster than light, but requires such a large amount of resources that only unified, whole-planet governments have a realistic chance of having enough to make an FTL drive, and so more minor non-planetary nations like the Empire fight for dominance and the chance to export their culture to new worlds.
There are only Humans, and aside from the mechs, technology is basically present day.
There's no character limit for this one, and characters can be incompetent/unlucky, average, or elite/lucky, just like in Kayfabe's. This time, though, since you're all in the army, they'll be assigned to sub-groups called 'Wings' and receive specialized training depending on their assigned role within that Wing. Their specialization can be pre-assigned, or it can be assigned by me. Which Wing they're in is decided by Col. Hannemann, but requests to switch to a different Wing are often accepted. They also get callsigns, but Col. Hannemann has veto power over them, so if anyone tries too hard with their callsign she'll nix it.
If you have any questions, ask away!
Not Gundams, though. These mechs are Armored Core/Muv-luv style hyper-agile air-ground fighters.
Aaaaaanyway...
{Story stuff follows}
Congratulations, recruit! The Combat Aptitude Test results scored you high in all the right categories to become a mech pilot! Following your successful completion of basic physical and flight training, you will report to Fort Warden's Wesselski Airfield for advanced training under Col. Hannemann in the 499th Training Squadron. This training will not be easy, and it will not be safe. Over 30% of recruits fail to complete this stage of training, and with good reason - this will be the most difficult thing you've done in your life. But, as with all things, there is a reward - if you manage to complete advanced combat training, you'll join the most elite group of soldiers ever known, the Imperial Air Corps. This honor is not lightly bestowed, and will earn you the right to fight for your freedom, family, and very way of life on the front lines against the millions of oppressive savages waiting to plunder our glorious nation!
Colonel Alice Hannemann of the Imperial Air Corps. sighed.
"They're really pouring it on thick these days. I suppose they have their reasons, but..."
The raven-haired woman shakes her head.
"I hope this group's better than the last."
she says, and mutters something else under her breath. She folds up the letter, and stows it away in one of her desk's drawers. The 33 year old Colonel is a combat veteran, and an ace with 7 personal kills. She stares at her desk for a moment, and then her tall, aquiline face lifts and she looks into the eyes of the person in front of her. She sees the red eyes of her very Albino adjutant, the amusingly named 2nd Lieutenant Ophelia White.
Ophelia smiles sympathetically, and tries halfheartedly to comfort her friend and superior.
"You saw the test results, this group should be worlds apart from the last. Besides, I've got a good feeling about these ones"
Ophelia knew how stereotypical it was to say she had a good feeling about them, but it was true. Even without seeing them, she had a strange gut feeling that this group would be much better than the last. But she'd been wrong before.
"Well, I wish I could share your optimism. But until I see these nuggets in person, I'm going to be assuming the worst."
"Ma'am, you know that's not fair. You can't expect to go far with such low expectations of everyone. Haven't you heard of self-fulfilling prophecies?"
Hearing Ophelia's words, Alice smirked faintly.
"Got me far enough to get home. Got you home, too."
Ophelia couldn't think of a good response quickly enough, so she smiles and nods.
"I suppose you did, huh..."
Ophelia turns to leave before remembering something and turning again to the Colonel.
"Ah, before I forget, the most recent schedules showed your first recruits arriving at 1100 tomorrow."
She salutes lazily as Alice thanks her, then turns and leaves the room.
At exactly 1241 the next day, the first of the new recruits arrive, ready to train for war as part of the 499th Training Squadron.
Some of the new recruits volunteered, some of them got volunteered, and some are straight-up conscripts. Luckily for those less into uniforms and discipline, nobody at Wesselski Airfield particularly cares about uniform specifics. Just cover your privates and do as you're told, and as long as you don't show up to uniform inspection topless it's all pretty much fine.
Similarly, the only thing the recruits have in common is that they passed basic physical and flight training, so all of them are theoretically, if not actually, capable of basic physical activity and regularly operating their mechs safely.
The Empire consists of most of the continent of Bildt, one of eight continents on the Earth-like world Ferris.
Space travel exists, and is faster than light, but requires such a large amount of resources that only unified, whole-planet governments have a realistic chance of having enough to make an FTL drive, and so more minor non-planetary nations like the Empire fight for dominance and the chance to export their culture to new worlds.
There are only Humans, and aside from the mechs, technology is basically present day.
There's no character limit for this one, and characters can be incompetent/unlucky, average, or elite/lucky, just like in Kayfabe's. This time, though, since you're all in the army, they'll be assigned to sub-groups called 'Wings' and receive specialized training depending on their assigned role within that Wing. Their specialization can be pre-assigned, or it can be assigned by me. Which Wing they're in is decided by Col. Hannemann, but requests to switch to a different Wing are often accepted. They also get callsigns, but Col. Hannemann has veto power over them, so if anyone tries too hard with their callsign she'll nix it.
If you have any questions, ask away!