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PlatedWolf

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PlatedWolf last won the day on July 26 2017

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About PlatedWolf

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  • Birthday 12/19/1991

Star Citizen

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    Star Citizen, General gaming, World of warcraft, Game of thrones, Black sails, Vikings.
  1. SC Ship Concept

    Wow, I must say Colour me impressed! Good job!
  2. Why its important

    It's a valid point, straight off the bat. I can agree with the notion that we arn't doing this to make ourselves handicapped with regards to workloads, it's more the fact that if and when this org explodes, you will most definitely see those policies and structures proving to be nothing short of valuable and useful. Good point Ichi =)
  3. Loadout: Idris, Endeavour Hope class w/ Telescope Vanguard Bombers Vanguard Dropships X? (W/ complement) GSQ1 Tumbril Nova X3 (9) Tumbril Cyclone ReconX1 (2) Tumbril Turret X2 (3) Tumbril AA X1 (2) 15 Dumbasses (For thinking this was a good idea.) (Because Plated-Logic) GSQ2 Tumbril Nova X3 (9) Tumbril Cyclone ReconX1 (2) Tumbril Turret X2 (3) Tumbril AA X1 (2) 15 Dumbasses (For thinking this was a good idea.) (Because Plated-Logic) Op 1: Landing: Idris slowly descends into atmosphere and lumbering unloads it's hungry pack of man eating badgers into the realm of the enemy before chuckling quietly to itself and lifting back into the air to begin using it's huge AF cannon as Bombardment from outer-atmousphere. Landing Pattern 2: Fly like an irrational man with his pants on fire down to the planet, opening ramp prematurely and allowing vehicles to drive out of the rear whilst in low atmosphere. A recommendation of a 30 M drop at a maximum speed of 20M/s. Kindly angle the ship irrationally to compensate for the downward angle of the ramp, to allow vehicles to drop and hopefully land on the horizontal plain, as opposed to face planting into the ground and becoming the equivalent of fence posts in the terrain. (Preffered Plated Doctrine) Protocal: P:1 Idris Primary Designation: Erradication of power supply / source for deactivation of modules detrimental to operating personelle. Nova /Tonk Primary Designation SQ1: The removal of armourered threats / stationary buildings of 'Safety' Should the situation change to encounter vehicular resistence Primary will designate unto them, This also applies to "Air" targets. Cyclone Turret X2 Designation SQ1: Anti infantry support coupled with Flanking manuvers. Primary doctrine to down Targets before securing them for Capture. Men are to stay with the cyclone at all times, However may disembark for cover leaving the turret operator to "Lock down" a place. However this tact is both encouraged and frowned upon due to the now immobile cyclone becoming an emplacement thus easy to flank or attack. If should a doctrine is adopted, operators are encouraged to remain within 25 M of the vehicle at all times. Cyclone Recon Sq1: Primary objective: Scout the area and potentially jam comms. The use of "Rick rolling" Over the radio to drown out noise is neither condoned, or encouraged. Provide infantry fire support as needed. Sniper rifles may be used to provide assistance from afar. Cyclone AA X1 SQ1: Provide anti air coverage, utilise the Recon & any other notions of information gathering to maintain a secure coverage. High terrain with cover is encouraged, slightly adrift from the immediate combat zone. Sniper rifles may be used to provide assistance. Team will be attached to the Recon variant in SQ1. SQ2: designation: Rince and repeat as above, provide assistance, or operate same protocol elsewhere. Potentially sit in reserve. Endeavour Designation: To remain as a respawn hub in space, protected by Idris in formational pattern, Utilising telescope to designate targets and place objectives to the ground below. Flagship. (BECAUSE WHY T/F WOULD YOU THINK THE COMMAND WAS ON HERE WHEN IT'S NEXT TO A F**KING IDRIS?!?!?) Idris Secondary Designation: Implement landing for Phase one before utilising recon of ground & Space to bombard with main cannon, provide auxiliary support to local endeavour Via secondary guns. Optimum result: S**t is f**ked up. Clean up crew in the form of a reclaimer & various transport ships confiscate of value. Avengers lower to planet surface in the aftermath to secure prisoners and retain profit from the warzone Via bounty hunting means. Long Live the UEE. I want to f**k s**t up already. #Platedlogic Terms and conditions apply, These writing are the ravings of a madman and may not be suited for actual military application. Detrimental affects to vehicles and ships are not considered and the writer will not be held responsible for any detrimental effects to personelle or assets in the implementation of these manuvers and or random acts. All personelle are to be made aware as to the mental nature of the man hatching this plan in conjunction with the notion that whilst the manufacturer of this plan may be unhappy to be made privy to the potential after effects of such a notion should they be negative in outcome, in utilising this theory to it's doctrine you are hereby agreeing upon the notion in a contractual nature that Platedwolf and #Platedlogic are not liable for any unfortunate happenstance and that in conjunction that ~platedlogic and Platedwolf are infact perfectly within their rights to steal your thunder in the aftermath of any ensured success with the words: "b***h, I am the brains behind this AHM A FUKKEN GENIUSSezz!"
  4. EARLY HAWK Concepts Concepts #3
  5. It has come to my attention that there is a map, in two dimensions, showing the various tracks, in both of those dimensions, I think you will find it helpful, especially in understanding which track is which. Furthermore, I can tell you that even in my excessive practise in an M50, I am not hitting anywhere near those lap times.
  6. This is an update regarding the 'leadership' of the TASE Racing team. I'd like to clarify that I have absolutely no intention of stepping down from my TASE Position in the short term, until I can completely assure both myself and the Organisation that the team is a fully fledged working & operating system within the organisation and I find a successor with the drive and capability to lead it. With due respect, one does not kick an infant out of the house, only the unruly teen once he's old enough and experienced enough. So don't worry, It's all good. I simply feel a miscommunication has been made and is now being addressed. Secondarily on the agenda, is a reminder that racing events will continue to happen on Friday morning, 2AM, along with Sunday 7PM UTC. These events are consecutive on a weekly basis. Tertiary, Saturday nights gaming may incorporate the possibility of racing events liaising with the main gaming night.
  7. TASE Racing Event:

    Just another note to remind everyone that the racing events are consecutive and will be happening this week too! ...and the following weeks!
  8. The TASE Racing Team is pleased to announce that we'll be getting together this week on Sunday at 7PM (=1900 UTC) and Friday 2AM UTC (= Thursday evening 7PM Pacific!). We'll be racing in Arena Commander, it is not necessary that you have a dedicated racer to participate. Don't worry if you haven't raced before, we'll take the time to get you up to speed on the courses and techniques. Come out and join us, earn some REC and have some fun. We'll be holding racing events each week, so don't worry if you can't make it this week. Feel free to ask any questions in this thread or contact Platedwolf through PM or on TS.
  9. TASE Racing Team

    "Our first organized event will occur on Saturday, July 15, at 20:00 (8PM) UTC" WARNING, PLATED MAY BE DRINKING.
  10. TASE Racing Team

    So, if you'd like to make a submission you may, but i think we'll close the entries on friday, so that you all have plenty of time to decide motto's, and logo's, and the like.
  11. TASE Racing Team

    Reacon any of you guys can make TASERacing in the form of the tactical advance font, with the R being red?
  12. TASE Racing Team

    I'd love to see what you can come up with!
  13. TASE Racing Team

    Well guys it seems Ichi has took the words out of my mouth, Haha! Furthermore, I'd like to put out there that tonight there has been a few sessions of "Getting to know tracks!" and "Friendly Racing" Currently I'm getting the jist of this with a group prior to the event so I can go in knowing what I am talking about. After that from the experience today I'll be possibly writing up plans for the sessions, then going out with the event next week. I want to say thanks for the support Ichi. And if anyone is interested, Contact me on the teamspeak, Or give me/ Ichi a poke.
  14. Here we are, and its good

    Dear Senpai Ichi San, Thank you very much for this insightful piece of information, I find it a very humbling to know that I am a cog in -THIS- machine. and I find it a very useful kick up the arse as to how I need to get my act together and start working on something.
  15. A story for Benjy!

    A story for benjamin! I don't know, I was bored I guess. Thunk... There it was again, That muted crashing. Thunk... Another one. Closer this time. Bloody hell, Why now?! Thunk! Why now of all times, when it seemed to be the most inconvenient?! THUNK! Louder this time. Then silence. A bated breath seemed to encompass them all as they glanced about in a mixture of panic, woe, uncertainity. Sheep whom turned to a single gobsmacked figure, perched in his command chair as a muted paragon of newfound incompetence. Visors left consoles, reflecting red in the silent flashing red-strewn beacon holster that was the Orion. Those very visors now regarding their captain and going to quiet realisation as to their situation, A dire one. Their captain gave a croak, Stannier Voln voicing his first order since the noises began. "Prepare to repel boarders." Funny that, The whisper that escaped his lips was all but audible, save for the fact that it reverberated with a barely restrained calm across the already quaking corridors of the ship. A scuffling immediately began as the none-essential crew made a sped leg towards the nearest armour depositories and weapon emplacements. One engineer barely keeping an eye on the life support with a shaky glance as his attents fixated instead on charging the capacitors for the internal energy turrets they had had retrofitted just a bare series of hours before the risky venture. Sets of hands snatched at weapons, repair equipment, Armour racks. A quiet panicked fixation about the gestures as the dire nature of the situation wore on. But then what? What foretold fate would befit the straggled band of barely competent folk? Then it began anew. SCREEEEE!! A single penetrating screech, causing a shudder as breaching charges detonated across the port side of the vessel, a boarding tube plunging itself into the twisted metal of the craft in the manner of a sick parody of a blood gorged mosquito. Metal shook against metal with a crunching protest. A twisted flower of steel blooming within the ship, coupler opening to reveal something reeling. Disgusting. Peter bed. A volley of unnatural screeching barks emitted throughout the ship from the opening, grenades flung in to create a smoke infested atmosphere diffused by the snapping barks of ballistic weaponry in the crimson flashing corridors. The bare thing holding the oxygen in little more than the futile attempts at a forcefeild generator sparking in the neglected back of the mining platform, pushed to it's limits. The first man fell, to a dark blur of a pouncing object. A wailing hiss and the squeal of servos were accompanied by the sound of a sequence. The crunch of ineffective armour rending, then flesh, then bone. cutting the screaming of the flailing security force operative no sooner than his armour rended useless. A sight then lingered on the deck as the rest of the obsidian shapes moved around in the smoky confines. Those gathered would have been besotted with a glance of something somewhat twisted. Uncannily uncommon in this day and age. A German Shepherd. A blood soaked thing with jowls lined with cybernetic enhancements and genetically modified notions perverse to nature. A snarl followed as the beast bounded forwards, it's teeth lined with the glow of a plasma infusion. No wonder armour seemed ineffective. It seemed the bastards had released these things and hoped they cleared the floors for the pirates to simply stride into a blood strewn and sparce deck. One pair of hands disagreed with this concept. He could only ponder the repercussions of his antics, had he the time, he would have cared. Alas, the gravity of the situation took him as he heard the ever more sporadic and desperate gunfire slowly cease with the screaming. That pair of hands rested on a mining laser, and a data panel for the engineering deck. Already pre-prepared for the moment in a quick and hasty rig-fix. That Mobiglass read the simple words "Re-route power to Mining Laser, Yes? No?" A finger slipped across the yes icon as the entire ship fell dark, Save for the muted thrum of an overheating laser in space. Directed at a cutlass parasitically sat astride their home. The other hand didn't hesitate as it's finger tore at the trigger, Causing a quiet, muted reaction of shields protesting, Failing, Erupting. The single laser, constructed to separate rock on a molecular level with an electrical charge erupted with a current of light, slicing neatly across the ship from bow to stern. It seemed the cutlass has lowered it's own shields. But why? The operative could only ponder, or rather would, had his luck not been so dire. Men, women, cargo, all seemed to evaporate into space in a diffusion of bodies, alive and dead into the cold abyssal dark that awaited them. Fortunate the wreck of an Orion had closed the majority of the breach doors prior to attempt to mitigate the collateral and leave the rest to the internal turrets and security forces. Soon after, a sigh escaped the mans lips as he leaned, slumped against his harness. Unfastening it as he ran to the bridge to get a re-assessment of the situation. They all appeared to be dead, other than the engineer, who lay panting for breath, flopping to the floor in a dead heap as one of the dogs lapped at his life-essence in mockery of the food chain. Within moments the gravity of the situation wore in. He was alone. Alone. The word felt as cold as the space outside. And yet, already the majority of the canines were already flocking to him, as tame as can be with a wary series of sniffs and cautious glances. It seemed whatever had inspired their frenzy died with the ship. Probably some kind of remote controlled implant he summaries before sprinting for a way out. Now, he had never been a man of unlawful nature, yet he scooped the most valuable things he could find, and made way for his only way out.A beaten prospector, That ironically enough, was already stuffed inconveniently with blood soaked, panting and casual cybernetic pooches, Peering at him as he slipped inside and took the flight controls. What a tight squeeze. But with one way out, Why the bloody hell would any man argue with a pack of unpredictable cybernetic, genetically modified pack-dogs? f**k that! END!
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