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I'm tempted to run Warbirds again this weekend if Hish isn't running his game.
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All warbirds are custom built, so your plane can look like anything you want it to look like... with a propeller :p
Like these awesome LEGO stuff by Jon Hall: http://avaxnews.net/touching/Lego_Dieselpunk_by_Jon_Hall.htmlSkyhammer or Iron Condor?
Also, we need a soundtrack
Ladies...
Jose “Tequila” Banderas
Age: 23
Ethnicity: Spanish
Born to a rough but well off family of rancheros in the wild frontier island of Tegesta, Jose Banderas was largely homeschooled by his parents – a wildcatting father from Puerto Rico and a saloon-owning mother from San Nicolas – together with his three siblings, Pedro, Carlos and Carmen. A handsome, charming lad, even in his early years, the eldest Banderas son quickly gained a reputation as a slick, smooth-talking wheeler-dealer with a talent for flare and an eye for a good deal. With the help of his two brothers, he soon began brewing his own moonshine, to be sold at his mother’s saloon. This eventually grew to become a lucrative business, running moonshine to local saloons and even to corporate-run bars.
His success, however, brought him to the attention of some of Tegesta’s less savory operators and Los Reguladores moved to muscle in on his upstart moonshining business. Jose’s father, Jenaro, would have none of that however and the Banderas family quickly saw the thugs off. But that was only the beginning and two nights later, an even larger posse rode into town, looking to put the upstarts in their place. They were met by a hail of gunfire from the tough ranchers, which precipitated a three day siege of the ranch. Jose, however, had managed to talk a large enough number of gunslingers to form a posse himself to join his family and the group drove off the Reguladores.
Now infuriated, the local Jefe declared all-out war on the insolent ranchers. On a clear, moonlit night, the Reguladores attacked in force, supported by an old, war-weary pusher. The clearly outgunned Banderas family and their gunmen fell back but, once more, Jose’s silver tongue came to the rescue. As the tide began to turn against his family, the young moonshiner rode out to the old San Nicolas airfield and begged the old Captain Santos Dumont to aid the family. The Captain refused although, in the end, allowed the pleading Jose to take one of his oldest airplanes – if he could handle it. Desperate to try and extricate his family despite having virtually no hours in an airplane and only the barest idea how they worked, Jose leapt into the cockpit and unwittingly unearthed a second gift besides his charm – he could fly.
Thrilled, the rookie pilot soared into the night like an avenging angel, arriving just as the family had retreated to the cover of the house. With a single, deadly burst, he riddled the Reguladore fighter, forcing it to break off. Unfortunately for the bandit pilot, at treetop height, the damage to his airplane proved too much and it careened into the ground, exploding on impact. With the loss of their support, and with an unknown fighter above, the Reguladores beat a hasty retreat, hastened by Jose. His enthusiasm proved to be too great, however, and his borrowed plane ended up belly-landing in a ploughed field.
Daylight found almost a dozen dead Reguladores, including their pilot, the son of the Reguladore Jefe. With things clearly getting out of hand, the elder Banderas called the local Tegesta Rangers for help. This helped neutralize the threat to the family, but at the cost of curtailing Jose’s moonshining activities. But the elder of the Banderas siblings already had another goal in sight. Captain Dumont was more than a little cross at the loss of his airplane but further badgering persuaded him to allow Jose to take to training himself in earnest in the ways of flight on the condition that the rookie pay back the Captain for both the lessons and the loss of his first airplane as soon as he has the means to do so. It was already clear to Jose and his family that the eldest son could not remain on Tegesta – word was out that he’d had a bounty placed on his head by the Jefe for killing his son – and Jose’s gift for flying together with his flair and knack for showmanship would be a convenient ticket to entry into the Guild.
And that’s how Jose Banderas, rancher, moonshiner,
smooth-talker, joined the Guild. Word of his natural talents quickly spread and
within weeks of the start of his training, he’d been bundled off on an airship
to the Guild Keys where he completed his flight training. Old Santos Dumont
would never admit to being proud of his unexpected find, but he’s certainly
pleased – a Guild aviator is just the kind of person you’d want to owe you a
favor. The Banderas clan are also mighty
proud of their little condor and they hope that his position in the Guild would
mean that the Reguladores would think twice before striking again. For Jefe El Culebra,
its meant posting an even higher bounty for the young pilot.
Advantages:
Good Luck (Minor)
No Press is Bad Press (Minor)
Sex Appeal (Minor)
Disadvantages:
Debt (Minor)
Dependents (Minor)
Hunted (Minor)
Ladies.
Jose “Tequila” Banderas
Age: 23
Ethnicity: Spanish
Born to a rough but well off family of rancheros in the wild frontier island of Tegesta, Jose Banderas was largely homeschooled by his parents – a wildcatting father from Puerto Rico and a saloon-owning mother from San Nicolas – together with his three siblings, Pedro, Carlos and Carmen. A handsome, charming lad, even in his early years, the eldest Banderas son quickly gained a reputation as a slick, smooth-talking wheeler-dealer with a talent for flair and an eye for a good deal. With the help of his two brothers, he soon began brewing his own moonshine, to be sold at his mother’s saloon. This eventually grew to become a lucrative business, running moonshine to local saloons and even to corporate-run bars.
His success, however, brought him to the attention of some of Tegesta’s less savory operators and Los Reguladores moved to muscle in on his upstart moonshining business. Jose’s father, Jenaro, would have none of that however and the Banderas family quickly saw the thugs off. But that was only the beginning and two nights later, an even larger posse rode into town, looking to put the upstarts in their place. They were met by a hail of gunfire from the tough ranchers, which precipitated a three day siege of the ranch. Jose, however, had managed to talk a large enough number of gunslingers to form a posse himself to join his family and the group drove off the Reguladores.
Now infuriated, the local Jefe declared all-out war on the insolent ranchers. On a clear, moonlit night, the Reguladores attacked in force, supported by an old, war-weary pusher. The clearly outgunned Banderas family and their gunmen fell back but, once more, Jose’s silver tongue came to the rescue. As the tide began to turn against his family, the young moonshiner rode out to the old San Nicolas airfield and begged the old Captain Santos Dumont to aid the family. The Captain refused although, in the end, allowed the pleading Jose to take one of his oldest airplanes – if he could handle it. Desperate to try and extricate his family despite having virtually no hours in an airplane and only the barest idea how they worked, Jose leapt into the cockpit and unwittingly unearthed a second gift besides his charm – he could fly.
Thrilled, the rookie pilot soared into the night like an avenging angel, arriving just as the family had retreated to the cover of the house. With a single, deadly burst, he riddled the Reguladore fighter, forcing it to break off. Unfortunately for the bandit pilot, at treetop height, the damage to his airplane proved too much and it careened into the ground, exploding on impact. With the loss of their support, and with an unknown fighter above, the Reguladores beat a hasty retreat, hastened by Jose. His enthusiasm proved to be too great, however, and his borrowed plane ended up belly-landing in a ploughed field.
Daylight found almost a dozen dead Reguladores, including their pilot, the son of the Reguladore Jefe. With things clearly getting out of hand, the elder Banderas called the local Tegesta Rangers for help. This helped neutralize the threat to the family, but at the cost of curtailing Jose’s moonshining activities. But the elder of the Banderas siblings already had another goal in sight. Captain Dumont was more than a little cross at the loss of his airplane but further badgering persuaded him to allow Jose to take to training himself in earnest in the ways of flight on the condition that the rookie pay back the Captain for both the lessons and the loss of his first airplane as soon as he has the means to do so. It was already clear to Jose and his family that the eldest son could not remain on Tegesta – word was out that he’d had a bounty placed on his head by the Jefe for killing his son – and Jose’s gift for flying together with his flair and knack for showmanship would be a convenient ticket to entry into the Guild.
And that’s how Jose
Banderas, rancher, moonshiner, smooth-talker, joined the Guild. Word of his
natural talents quickly spread and within weeks of the start of his training,
he’d been bundled off on an airship to the Guild Keys where he completed his
flight training. Old Santos Dumont would never admit to being proud of his
unexpected find, but he’s certainly pleased – a Guild aviator is just the kind
of person you’d want to owe you a favor. The Banderas clan are also
mighty proud of their little condor and they hope that his position in the
Guild would mean that the Reguladores would think twice before striking again.
For Jefe El Culebra, its meant posting an even higher bounty for the young
pilot.
Advantages:
Good Luck (Minor)
No Press is Bad Press (Minor)
Sex Appeal (Minor)
Disadvantages:
Debt (Minor)
Dependents (Minor)
Hunted (Minor)
I wonder who is free on Sunday. Should I try running?
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Today, Tequila and Chef attended a dinner where they met the Governor of West Grand and his rambunctious daughter, as well as the Colonel of the Old Guard and his second-in-command. The next day, they took part in an impromptu training exercise with the newly-launched WGS Marybell Green, an armed freighter that was promptly hijacked by East Grand terrorists. A few good strafing runs were enough to force the ship down, fortunately. Hail to the daredevil pilots!
Alternately, there are also pony cards to play.
We also got to know some interesting NPCs. West Grand Gardening Society President Gordon, the dubious businessman Boss Cannon, Tracy Ashland and her friend Cody, Colonel Bradley's crony Captain Thompson, and the rookies Pimple, Rose, Horse and Omar Bradley.
Deadline proved adept with both throwing knife and gravity bomb in the session's fights, Pyro won the loyalty of the Old Guard rookie pilots with his lessons, Chef showed off his sushi chopping skills and Tequila talked his mouth off as usual. Also, there was some sort of gangster assassination attempt involving custom motorcycles. What's up with that?
Very appropriate, actually. :)
Anyway, let's see about whether or not we can get back to this game in about two weekends' time.
I like "The Baron Rides" for some reason. "L'Arc-en-Ciel" works too, but then the French government will go blow it up. "Caribbean Enterprise" sounds like a plucky little tramp freighter from a pulp movie.
Anyway, let's see about whether or not we can get back to this game in about two weekends' time.
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Sorry for the lack of updates. I'm ready to continue running this. Sunday, 2pm at Darren's place. Okay?
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Need Weird Science. Develop Heavy Rocket. Acc-2 AP4 lead +5
Right you are, Kelvin.
What callsigns did you two agree on?