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After Action Reports / Re: July roll-call!
« on: July 10, 2017, 05:12:56 PM »
Justin's here...

John Gallagher (SAS)
Robert Burgin (US Navy)

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Historical Missions / Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« on: June 30, 2017, 09:16:30 AM »
"Python Two, tally bandit" Kyle said. He spotted the flanker. That one would be his. He closed to within 10 Nautical Miles, and switched to boresight mode and quickly locked up the Flanker.

"Fox two, fox two" Kyle said -almost shouted- as he released the Aim-9 Sidewinder. The missile dropped from the pylon, and streaked away. He followed the trail until the engine ceased, and a few moments later saw the missile hit.

"Splash one bandit" he said. Then he switched to flight comms "Alright nugget, how you doing?" he then asked his wingmate.

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Ooof, Sea patrol mate.
2dads, swaino, bird & bomber :P

I actually loved the Nav/ET line on there in the first seasons...

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Historical Missions / Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« on: June 23, 2017, 06:11:03 PM »
Npcing Captain Kyle



"Beautiful goddamn day" Kyle said, a little more excited than he should've been considering the situation. It was a phrase his old First Sergeant often used. "Beautiful goddamn day for the infantry" he would proudly exclaim, even if the day literally could not be worse.

"Python Two received" Kyle said after he received further instructions. He turned to zero-one-zero, but still maintaining his altitude. He listened to the F-18s speaking with the AWACs. Then he flipped the master arm switch to the arm position, but he didn't select a missile yet.

They were approaching their waypoint very quickly, but he wouldn't be doing anything until tthe Australians were clear. He hated flying top cover, but knew its importance. Just then, the AWACs told him and his wingman to go to 20,000 feet. "Thunderhead, Python Two, I am armed. Ascending to Angels 20."

"Alright nugget. Keep 'er tight, and let's do this." he said to Patricia.

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Personnel Files / Burgin, Robert
« on: June 17, 2017, 09:48:10 PM »
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[BASIC STATS]
 
    Full Name: Robert “Cowboy” Burgin
 
    Age/ Birthday: 34 / 15 November, 1982
 
   Nationality: American
 
    Rank, Title or Position: Lieutenant Commander USN
 
    Height: 6’1
 
   Build: Athletic
 
    Related Skills: Flight training; SERE; Qualified in all small arms; Paperwork; Some aircraft maintenance
 
   Unrelated Skills:
Certified lifeguard
 
 
   Credentials: Bachelor of Science
 
 
 
[DETAILED STATS]
 
 Appearance: Robert is reasonably tall for a fighter pilot, coming in at six foot one. He has worn a moustache since 2011, and except for one occasion has always been the only person in the squadron to do so.
 
Like all the Burgin boys, Robert has brown hair, and green eyes. Had it not been for visible age differences, his parents frequently remarked that they would not have been able to distinguish the four of them.
   
 
 Personality:
Like many Naval Aviators, and specifically those flying fighters, Robert can be described as being a cocky sonofabitch. He also possesses just the right amount of craziness. In a way, you need to be to voluntarily trap aboard a carrier. He takes great pride in being part of the select group he is in, and will go to great lengths to let people know not to mess with him or his buddies.
 
He would do anything for most of the pilots in his squadron. He considers most of them to be family. And family is a large portion of his foundation.
 
   
 
 Hobbies/Interests:
Collecting and building model planes
Playing games
Doing ranch work
Swimming
 
 
 Field/Work Experience:   
17/09/2000: Began at the US Naval Academy
20/06/2004: Graduated USNA; Commissioned as an Ensign
09/10/2005: Earned his wings; Assigned VFA-122
29/01/2006: Promoted to Lieutenant (Junior Grade) (O-2)
21/09/2006: Reassigned to VFA-103
xx/xx/2008: Deployed aboard USS George Washington to the Pacific Ocean
xx/xx/2008: Awarded Navy E ribbon; Awarded Navy Sea Service Deployment Ribbon
14/10/2008: Promoted to Lieutenant (O-3)
21/02/2009: Deployed aboard USS Dwight D. Eisenhower to the Persian Gulf to support OEF
19/05/2009: Awarded Air Medal with Combat V; Awarded Afghanistan Campaign Medal
31/07/2009: Reassigned to NAS Corpus Christi for instructor duties
15/01/2011: Reassigned to VFA-11
15/01/2011: Deployed aboard USS Enterprise to support EOF
06/14/2011: Awarded Navy and Marine Corps Overseas Service Ribbon
23/05/2011: Ejected over Afghanistan
28/05/2011: Successfully engaged Taliban patrol; Rescued by Marines
30/06/2011: Awarded Navy and Marine Corps Combat Action Ribbon; Awarded Purple Heart; Awarded Iraq Campaign Medal
11/02/2012: Cleared for flight duties
08/04/2013: Attended Strike Fighters Tactics Instructor course
25/11/2014: Awarded Bronze Star
27/08/2015: Promoted to Lieutenant Commander; Reassigned Executive Officer VFA-211
01/04/2017: Reassigned Executive Officer VFA-213
 
 
 
   
 Personal History:
Robert was born in a small town (relatively) close to Galveston, Texas. His family had owned a ranch for generations, going all the way back to when Texas was still part of Spanish Empire. His father often joked that he could ride a horse before he learned to walk.
 
He grew up learning the family business, but always looked to the sky when his father took out their plane. He dreamed of flying, and knew from an early age that he wanted to become a pilot. After all, as the youngest of six, he wasn’t that interested in taking over the family business, even though he did enjoy doing it.
 
School wasn’t really Robert’s forte. He preferred a practical, hands-on education over the one he did. He didn’t do well on a lot of tests initially, but would eventually learn that he actually had to study.
 
Shortly after turning fourteen, Robert‘s father let him take the stick of their plane for the first time. He had been flying along for a couple of years by now, but this was the first time he’d actually fly. 
 
He loved every second of it. He realised then and there that that was what he wanted to do with his life. He wanted to become a pilot.
 
In high school, after his realisation, Robert began getting better grades. In his free time, Robert played football. He also enjoyed horse riding. As soon as his favourite brother graduated, he joined the Army where he became a Blackhawk pilot. At first, he didn’t want him to leave, but after a while, he accepted it because it was his choice in the end.
 
After graduating High school, Robert was talked into joining the military like his brother had. It would be his best shot at becoming a pilot. Eventually he settled on the Navy. He wrote to his district’s representative seeking a nomination for admittance to the US Naval Academy, and was rejoiced to hear he received it.
 
He was accepted, and reported for training that same summer. The adjustment to military life was tough. While chatting with his brother had prepared him very slightly, it was still a big hit to take. Nonetheless, he adjusted.
 
Four years later, in 2004 he graduated from the Academy. He was selected for flight training.
 
After completing basic flight training half a year later, he then started Advanced flight training, and was selected for fighter aircraft training. He satisfactorily completed that as well, in June, 2005. In november that same year, Robert completed the Advanced Strike Training. After this, robert was assigned to VFA-122, the Pacific Fleet’s Fleet Replacement Squadron.
 
He spent approximate a year here. Then he was assigned to VFA-103 “Jolly Rogers”. He arrived just in time to enter in the first deployment of the F/A-18F --the plane he had been trained in. It was here that he received his current callsign. He made the mistake of letting someone see the hat his mother had sent him, thinking he’d need it. This, coupled with his Texas accent made it a done deal: from that moment onward he’d be known as “Cowboy”.
 
In 2008 he temporarily embark aboard USS George Washington which was replacing the Kitty Hawk.
 
Then in 2009 he embarked aboard USS Dwight D. Eisenhower for a 6 month deployment in the Persian gulf supporting Operation Enduring Freedom.
 
After returning to Naval Station Norfolk, Robert was transferred to NAS Corpus Christi for a two and a half year rotation as a flight instructor. While Robert did not particularly like this assignment, he soldiered on because he knew what importance his job had. He was directly contributing in the training of new pilots, and if he did his job well, they might do theirs too.
 
He returned to the fleet in January 2011, having been reassigned from instructor duties early. He transferred into VFA-11 “Red Rippers”, and immediately went aboard USS Enterprise for another  deployment supporting Operation Enduring Freedom.
 
About a month before they were scheduled to return home, Robert had to eject over Afghanistan after suffering simultaneous failure of both engines, and being unable to restart.
On the fifth day, he encountered a small Taliban patrol. He managed to escape, but not before taking a bullet to his shoulder. This got the attention of a nearby Marine patrol which subsequently rescued him.
 
He spent the next five months at the Naval Medical Center Portsmouth to recuperate. He made a full recovery, though, and was back in the flight seat by the end of February 2012.
 
In 2013, he received orders to report to NAS Fallon, Nevada. He was to participate in the year’s Strike Fighter Tactics Instructor Program. The nine week program was the toughest thing he’d ever done, but nine weeks later he was filled with pride when he completed it.
 
He returned to his Squadron, and took up duties as a Training Officer to teach the others what he’d been taught.
 
In 2015, Robert was promoted to Lieutenant Commander. He was reassigned to VFA-211 where he took up the post of Squadron Executive Officer.
 
In 2017, he was detached from his squadron for special duties.
 
   
 
 Relationships:
Father: Luke Burgin
Mother: Claire Burgin
Brother: Jonathan Burgin
Brother: Michael Burgin
Brother: CW-3 Richard Burgin US Army
Sister: Danielle Burgin
Sister: Sally Burgin
 
Weapons Systems Officer: Lieutenant Jay “Pappy” Patrick

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Historical Missions / Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« on: June 14, 2017, 10:18:46 PM »
NPCing Captain Kyle


"Python 2 received." Kyle said before silently uttering a curse. Today hadn't been his favourite day, to say the least. Regardless of how he felt, though, an order is an order and he'd obey it.

Shortly thereafter, the RAF Typhoons took off in pairs. He was next in line, and rolled onto the runway. "Mount Pleasant Tower, Python Two, requesting take-off at runway one-zero for a straight out departure" he communicated with the tower as he came to a standstill.

Clearance was given, and with that he slammed the throttle to full, holding the brakes until the afterburner kicked in. Then he was off. "Python Two rolling" he stated as he released the brakes and began moving.

At 160 knots he began pulling back on the stick. "Two, rotating" he said. The nose began going up, and the nosewheel left the ground. A few moments later he felt the whole plane lifting.

As he cleared the runway, and then the pattern he turned to his designated heading, and put her into a 20-degree climb to hit 20,000 feet.

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The SAS has a standard troop size of 15, split into 3 patrols of 4 plus Troop Commander, Troop Sergeant and a bloke I don't know....

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Historical Missions / Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« on: June 09, 2017, 09:37:23 PM »
NPCing Captain Kyle


Kyle had trailed off from the people, wanting to enjoy the calm before the storm. He hadn't been alone for three minutes when the Colonel's voice was heard over the PA. Scramble, scramble, scramble.

His kit still with him, he ran over to one of the F-16s. "You better wake up and get the hell in your seat" he shouted to the female Lieutenant. He didn't wait for an answer, and instead began running towards his own F-16 another plane over.

As he approached, technicians were already prepping. He performed a quick external inspection before climbing up the ladder and settling in the cockpit. He strapped himself in, and began the pre-flight checks.

"Mount Pleasant tower, Python 2, requesting startup" he said over comms to the tower. Not a few moments later, he received clearance to go through the starting procedure. He hated doing a cold start for a scramble, but Marines make do.

Some minutes later, he was fully ready. "Mount Pleasant tower, Python 2, request taxi to runway one-zero." he asked. Tower gave him clearance, and off he went to taxi towards the runway over the short taxiway. Within a minute he was holding short, waiting for those ahead of him to take off.

==Let me know if this is okay. Will also modify callsign when I hear back.==

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