Excalibur Squadron OOC Thread

[Len Hyet]

So we're back at Tempsford now. Have we time skipped or is it the only a few days after Taurus?

I was going for only a few days

[Goram]

So we're back at Tempsford now. Have we time skipped or is it the only a few days after Taurus?

I was going for only a few days

Fair enough, just wondering so I could decide to post or not. Seeing as it's only been a few days, I'd better not.

[The Two Jerseys]

so will Cutlers "traffic accident"

"Mrs Cutler? Yes we have some bad news about your son. It appears that a Nazi flag was tied to the roof of his truck, and a Pilot mistook him for the advance scout of an invasion force. Said Pilot strafed the car, and dropped a bomb on it. Unfortunately the Pilot in question was part of a crack military squad, and so every bullet was a direct hit, and the bomb destroyed the car utterly. Your son could not be recovered."

I made it his mother because there is no way in hell he's married.

Or if he is Silva will make it his sole duty in life to seduce Mrs. Cutler.

But in all seriousness. If someone were to "mistake" Cutler for a Nazi... well... I mean... it was our job...

"I stand corrected, ma'am, they recovered what we believe is your son's ass. It seems that the pilot literally blew his ass away, so it was in good enough condition to be recovered. This may be difficult, but we're going to need you to come to the mortuary and identify the ass."

OK, that turned out waaaaay more disturbing than I imagined...

[United Kingdom of Poland]

so will Cutlers "traffic accident"

"Mrs Cutler? Yes we have some bad news about your son. It appears that a Nazi flag was tied to the roof of his truck, and a Pilot mistook him for the advance scout of an invasion force. Said Pilot strafed the car, and dropped a bomb on it. Unfortunately the Pilot in question was part of a crack military squad, and so every bullet was a direct hit, and the bomb destroyed the car utterly. Your son could not be recovered."

I made it his mother because there is no way in hell he's married.

Or if he is Silva will make it his sole duty in life to seduce Mrs. Cutler.

But in all seriousness. If someone were to "mistake" Cutler for a Nazi... well... I mean... it was our job...

I was just going to remove the breaks on an army truck, less suspicious.

[The Tiger Kingdom]

So I just got back from my local sports arena.
The show? Paul McCartney. AKA, the absolute, number-one musical act I've ever wanted to see since I started to care about music. And a guy who still sells out every arena he plays at.
So I went there with a few of my friends, and the show is perfect, and amazing, and awesome, and everything (with the slight exception of the smoke from the fireworks during "Live and Let Die" blowing right into our faces - but that's the wind's fault, not Paul's).

And then, he leaves after "Hey Jude", and comes out again for the first encore, and it's awesome.

And then, he leaves after three or so songs, and then comes back alone, and takes the mic.
"We've got a little something special for you tonight..."

And then Pat Smear, Krist Novoselic, and Dave Grohl, otherwise known as all the surviving members of Nirvana, come out for a megajam, their new song that Paul and the rest of Nirvana did at the Sandy relief concert, and the last few songs.

I think I can die pretty happy now.

So after this, we can post in Tempsford.

Yes, admittedly I should've gotten on that a bit earlier.
I'll post to clarify the time-frame.

Huh, guess Charlie's wee little op is the good bit of good news for Excalibur at this present time.

Basically.

SUPRISE

I'm back early mothercluckers!

Yay!

so will Cutlers "traffic accident"

"Mrs Cutler? Yes we have some bad news about your son. It appears that a Nazi flag was tied to the roof of his truck, and a Pilot mistook him for the advance scout of an invasion force. Said Pilot strafed the car, and dropped a bomb on it. Unfortunately the Pilot in question was part of a crack military squad, and so every bullet was a direct hit, and the bomb destroyed the car utterly. Your son could not be recovered."

I made it his mother because there is no way in hell he's married.

Or if he is Silva will make it his sole duty in life to seduce Mrs. Cutler.

But in all seriousness. If someone were to "mistake" Cutler for a Nazi... well... I mean... it was our job...

I think it's too tempting of a comedic opportunity not to at least allude to there being a Mrs. Cutler, in the "wife" sense.

"Mrs Cutler? Yes we have some bad news about your son. It appears that a Nazi flag was tied to the roof of his truck, and a Pilot mistook him for the advance scout of an invasion force. Said Pilot strafed the car, and dropped a bomb on it. Unfortunately the Pilot in question was part of a crack military squad, and so every bullet was a direct hit, and the bomb destroyed the car utterly. Your son could not be recovered."

I made it his mother because there is no way in hell he's married.

Or if he is Silva will make it his sole duty in life to seduce Mrs. Cutler.

But in all seriousness. If someone were to "mistake" Cutler for a Nazi... well... I mean... it was our job...

Actually, I imagine it wouldn't be. I mean, imagine you're Britain in WWII: would you want a lone German scout killed by the RAF, or arrested by the army?

Anyway, time for Smythe to be irritatingly cheerful, if I can bother.

I think you'd just want them dead, period.
And that's why we keep him around!

So we're back at Tempsford now. Have we time skipped or is it the only a few days after Taurus?

I think it's around 11/19. Afternoon or so.
My first post there will be Alix getting interviewed/grilled by Royce and Cutler, so it'll continue right from the last Taurus post, almost.

[Len Hyet]

I think it's too tempting of a comedic opportunity not to at least allude to there being a Mrs. Cutler, in the "wife" sense.

Challenge accepted

[The Tiger Kingdom]

I think it's too tempting of a comedic opportunity not to at least allude to there being a Mrs. Cutler, in the "wife" sense.

Challenge accepted

Page wouldn't touch her (even if she was a doppelganger of Veronica Lake, which rest assured, she won't be) with a ten-foot pole, so be my guest.

[Len Hyet]

Challenge accepted

Page wouldn't touch her (even if she was a doppelganger of Veronica Lake, which rest assured, she won't be) with a ten-foot pole, so be my guest.

It's not about the sex
It's about sending a message

[The Tiger Kingdom]

Page wouldn't touch her (even if she was a doppelganger of Veronica Lake, which rest assured, she won't be) with a ten-foot pole, so be my guest.

It's not about the sex
It's about sending a message

Keep telling yourself that.

[The Two Jerseys]

Challenge accepted

Page wouldn't touch her (even if she was a doppelganger of Veronica Lake, which rest assured, she won't be) with a ten-foot pole, so be my guest.

Come on, you know Cutler would be the kind of guy who would land the smoking hot wife because life just isn't fair.

Though you could compromise: make her Veronica Lake's doppelganger but give her an awful name like Peggy.

[Len Hyet]

Page wouldn't touch her (even if she was a doppelganger of Veronica Lake, which rest assured, she won't be) with a ten-foot pole, so be my guest.

Come on, you know Cutler would be the kind of guy who would land the smoking hot wife because life just isn't fair.

Though you could compromise: make her Veronica Lake's doppelganger but give her an awful name like Peggy.

9/10 would bang

[The Two Jerseys]

Come on, you know Cutler would be the kind of guy who would land the smoking hot wife because life just isn't fair.

Though you could compromise: make her Veronica Lake's doppelganger but give her an awful name like Peggy.

9/10 would bang

Even if she also has Veronica Lake's mental issues as well? Because [Chris Tucker voice:] "That girl crazy! You hear me? She CRAZY!"

[Goram]

So we're back at Tempsford now. Have we time skipped or is it the only a few days after Taurus?

I think it's around 11/19. Afternoon or so.
My first post there will be Alix getting interviewed/grilled by Royce and Cutler, so it'll continue right from the last Taurus post, almost.

Fair enough, I'll do a one shot in that case about Stanford escaping from hospital and making his sorry way back to Tempsford two - three weeks after the Op.

[Britcan]

I need to start writing Matthias's back story. I've pretty much got it planned out in my head, but I just need to write it down.

[The Two Jerseys]

As promised, the spinoff!
And no, I can't be bothered to come up with themed titles for this series.

The Enemy Within, Part I

18 November 1940
2100 hours
Maida Vale, Paddington, London

Mr. Joshua Benson deposited his coat and hat with the footman as the butler led him to the study of the Edwardian townhouse. The Director of Foreign Accounts and Investments for the Bank of England – a position that the twenty-something year-old gentleman obtained more through his family’s connections than by any sort of financial acumen – did not know the reason why he was being summoned there at such a late hour, but it was undoubtedly a matter of great importance.

“Sir, Mister Midas to see you,” said the butler as he entered the study; he then stepped aside and showed Benson in, then stepped out and closed the doors as he left the study.

“Midas, glad you could come at such a late hour on such short notice!” said the gentleman seated behind the desk. “Would you care for brandy or a cigar?”

“I should damn well think I’m entitled to both!” Benson said bitterly as he flopped onto a couch opposite the desk. “I was about to indulge myself in some vigorous exercise when you summoned me here.”

“‘Vigorous exercise’? Damn it, man, I’ve warned you before! It’s bad enough that you pick up these girls for sexual purposes, but for you to whip them as well...”

“Gerontius, what I do in my bedroom is of no concern to you.”

“It is when my people are the ones keeping them from going to the police! Do you have any idea how hard it is to make it look like those girls died in bombing raids? And don’t even get me started on those rent boys whom we had to dispose of!”

“What? I have my needs, and certain men are more willing to fulfill those needs than women are.”

Gerontius closed his eyes and waved his hands in front of his face. “Enough! I don’t want to hear any more about your sexual perversions!”

“Right then,” said Benson as he lit a cigar, “so what was it you called me here for?”

“I’ve received word from Herr Sporrenburg. Are you familiar with this so-called Excalibur Squadron?”

“Can’t say that I am.”

“It’s some RAF commando unit, rather large pain in our side. We’ve been after them for quite a while now.”

Benson pulled the cigar from his mouth. “Gerontius, is this story going anywhere?” he said, mockingly.

Annoyed, Gerontius continued: “Herr Sporrenburg set a successful trap for them, the SS managed to capture several of their pilots.”

Benson looked up at the ceiling. “Really, Gerontius, what does any of this actually have to do with me?”

Gerontius slammed his fist on the desk. “Because these men are likely the ones who Churchill would send to disrupt your mission! Berlin thought that you might like to know that they may be less of a problem than expected!”

Benson rolled his read over to look back at Gerontius. “There’s no need to yell,” he said, feigning hurt feelings.

Gerontius picked up several sheets of paper. “I have a list of the pilots they captured: Captain Robert Page, the commander...that’s a good start, bagging the commanding officer!”

“Oh, yes indeed!” said Benson, mockingly.

Gerontius continued: “Lieutenant Patrick Arnold, American...Lieutenant Michael Zilorski, Polish...Flying Officer Geoffrey Talbot, British, severely wounded...”

Benson sat up straight. “What was that last name?”

“Flying Officer Geoffrey Talbot.”

“Does it say what he looks like?”

“Let me see,” said Gerontius as he flipped through his papers. “Here we are...hmm, apparently their description of him is ‘greatly resembles the film actor Leslie Howard’.”

Benson stood and let out a yell as he threw a glass of brandy at the wall; turning to Gerontius, he yelled “Send them a message, I want that man dead!”

“What on Earth are you going on about?”

“That man Talbot, he’s the one who made me look like a fool in front of that RAF girl! Nobody makes a fool of me and gets away with it! Nobody!”

“For Christ’s sake, I don’t know what you’re getting so upset about! So he roughed you up a bit in front of that Brooke girl, it’s not like you’re in a serious relationship with her! You’re only with her so you can mine her for information...or is there something about the two of you that you’re not telling me?”

Benson pushed his disheveled hair back into place. “No, I feel absolutely nothing for her! She’s merely a pawn in our fight against the Jews and Communists who are ruining this country!”

“Well, I’m somewhat relieved that you still have some of your mind on the final objective. Now forget about Mister Talbot, there’s no way our German friends are going to kill a valuable intelligence source just because you have a personal grudge. Besides, Talbot’s war is over, Herr Sporrenburg will see to that!”

Benson, still moping, sat back down in resignation as Gerontius continued: “Now as I was saying before, with this Excalibur Squadron effectively neutralized the position of our operation is somewhat more secure. Dare I say we may even be able to accelerate the schedule! What’s the status of your little experiment?”

“I’ve been distributing a quantity of pamphlets over the past six or so months, so far I haven’t heard any rumblings at the Bank about an increase in reports of counterfeit money, so I’m confident that it hasn’t been detected yet. That being said, my confidence in Herr Gessler has diminished somewhat; at our last meeting, he made a pass at my dining companion. She didn’t take it too well, so Gessler and I paid her off with a hundred quid in fake notes to keep her from making a scene and drawing attention to us.”

“Oh God, not another woman! Please tell me we’ve already disposed of this one!”

“No, she’s still among the living. You needn’t worry about getting rid of her, she plays rather hard to get, but I’ve got a feeling that she does indeed like it rough in bed...”

Gerontius held his hand up. “Please stop, I don’t want to know! Just tell me that she doesn’t know that she’s passing off fake notes!”

“Not that I’m aware of, no.”

“That’s a relief. Still, if you’d be so kind as to provide some details about where we can find her, I’d like to have Security keep an eye on her just in case.”

“Have Security send their man to the Dorchester later this week, I’ll be seeing her there on Saturday evening.”

“Fair enough. Now since it appears that the Abwehr’s fake money has avoided detection, I think it’s safe for you to go ahead and arrange for the exchange. Have you and Gessler worked out a plan yet?”

“We’re going to cover it up as selling off gold reserves to the Swiss in exchange for hard currency...which, of course, is really counterfeit...then we’ll either bring the notes back here or give it to the Americans to pay for weapons. Either way, it will erode the value of the pound. We haven’t decided where to make the exchange, though as I understand the Germans would prefer Portugal. Apparently the Portuguese are only accepting gold from the Germans as payment for materiel.”

“Sounds feasible. Do you have a schedule established?”

“Not yet, it’ll take a while to draw up the necessary transfer orders and make them look legitimate, not to mention arrange for transport and storage. Speaking of storage, that’s another issue we need to work out. I’d personally prefer that we make the trade in a casino, their vaults are just as secure as a bank’s and they ask fewer questions. So essentially, we’re limited to either Monte Carlo or Estoril as far as the location goes. I’m due to meet with Gessler again after the New Year, so we’ll see then what his people want to do.”

“Good, good. Very well, Midas, I’ve heard all I needed to hear for now. I’ll let you get back to your...hobbies...at home.”

[Goram]

Does anyone mind if I skip Tempsford forward two weeks?

[The Tiger Kingdom]

Does anyone mind if I skip Tempsford forward two weeks?

Wait for my post tonight.
Then we'll be cool.

[Goram]

Does anyone mind if I skip Tempsford forward two weeks?

Wait for my post tonight.
Then we'll be cool.

Will do. Just allows me to post as all.

[Monfrox]

Does anyone mind if I skip Tempsford forward two weeks?

I do!

[Goram]

Does anyone mind if I skip Tempsford forward two weeks?

I do!

Your objection has been duly noted in the log.

[Monfrox]

I do!

Your objection has been duly noted in the log.

Well it's almost like people dropped off the face of the Earth after the operation and aren't posting so I'm stuck.

[The Tiger Kingdom]

Your objection has been duly noted in the log.

Well it's almost like people dropped off the face of the Earth after the operation and aren't posting so I'm stuck.

I've been spending most of my post-operation ES time planning the operations to come.
I think you guys are gonna like what happens. It's gonna be crazy.

[Monfrox]

Well it's almost like people dropped off the face of the Earth after the operation and aren't posting so I'm stuck.

I've been spending most of my post-operation ES time planning the operations to come.
I think you guys are gonna like what happens. It's gonna be crazy.

Yeah, but what about everyone else?

[The Tiger Kingdom]

I've been spending most of my post-operation ES time planning the operations to come.
I think you guys are gonna like what happens. It's gonna be crazy.

Yeah, but what about everyone else?

Well, you're all just constructs of my imagination, so I posit that "everyone else" is an inherently fake concept.

Yeah, I'll post in a bit.

[Monfrox]

Yeah, but what about everyone else?

Well, you're all just constructs of my imagination, so I posit that "everyone else" is an inherently fake concept.

Yeah, I'll post in a bit.

Good to know I'm living a lie. Does that make me the construct of all your repressed desires manifested into complete and total belligerent sexual tension?