Excalibur Squadron OOC Thread

[Kouralia]

Cutler, for all his high-up friends and his assholishness, is a veteran. He's seen a lot of combat (and got three toes and a hefty chunk of his arse blown off in Belfast, as established earlier in the thread).

note to self, have Polanski make a time machine and help IRA's aim a little.

Note to self: kill Polanski before he facilitates the murder of squaddies.

[Len Hyet]

Might not be able to post coherently on account of bawling eyes out

[Morrdh]

Another series, some of Charlie's Post-War misadventures presuming he survives that long...

Setting Of The Sun, Part I

RAF Ramat David, Israel, 22nd May 1948

It was still early and not long after dawn, though it was already starting to get warm as the sun rose into the sky over the desert. The Mandate had effectively ceased to exist eight days ago with the creation of the new State of Israel and yet he, Squadron Leader Charles Fodder, was still here over a week later along with a detachment of RAF Regiment Gunners covering the withdrawal of British forces from the former Mandate. Though since the end of the War back in '45 things out here had steadily gone from bad to worse, first riots and protests against the arrival of Jewish immigrants from Europe and then bombing attacks as the situation quickly got out of trouble and Britain declared its withdrawal.

Naturally, he was all too glad to leave.

He and the RAF Regiment detachment, 52 Rifle Squadron, would leave in a few days time when they would be evacuated to the Canal Zone as the fighting intensify between the Egyptians and Israelis. The Egyptians, equipped predominantly with British aircraft, had been taking advantage of the ragtag status of their Israeli counterparts and had mounted raids on Tel Aviv and other major towns knowing they would encounter only ground fire. He'd seen their aircraft flying overhead, though thus far there hadn't been any trouble but the situation remained tense.

Sipping a mug of tea, Charlie stood on the balcony of the airfield's control tower as ground crew worked on the two squadrons of Spitfires to prepare them for their transit flight. Out just beyond the end of the runway a Douglas Dakota was making its final approach as it came in to land, then takeoff later with another ferry load of passengers as part of the withdrawal. About a mile out he spotted other aircraft, ones that he was able to make out as Spitfires as they drew closer. This itself wasn't entirely uncommon as there were still some RAF units left, yet his danger sense kicked in with a nagging feeling in the back of his mind.

He'd reach the tower's stairs when the first bombs exploded, destroying a couple of Spitfires sat by the side of the runway...

[The Two Jerseys]

And it continues...

The Talbot Files, Part XIII: Alone

Date unknown, presumed 23 November 1940
Time unknown
SS detention center, location unknown

If the Germans were trying to make Talbot lose track of time, they were doing an excellent job at it. He had absolutely no idea how long that he had been in hospital – Jerry must have feared what sort of trouble he would stir up, as they kept him sedated until he was fit to be transferred to prison. Timekeeping was no better in prison, as the SS wasn’t too keen on giving him access to light outside of interrogation sessions. And to top it all off, some Jerry bastard had nicked his Rolex.

Talbot sat alone in his dark, cramped cell; his knee was on the mend, but his two bullet wounds hurt like hell as the Germans were denying him painkillers – presumably withholding them as a bargaining tool. Consequently, his attempts to exercise and keep the strength up in his right arm would leave him in agony.

While Talbot sat on the bed – which literally occupied half the cell – and fought as hard as he could to raise his right arm under its own muscle power, the cell door opened to allow two guards to enter; they grabbed him and marched him down a deserted corridor to another room, where they strapped him to a chair, pointed a bright light at his face, and left. He heard footsteps pacing across the dark areas of the room, eventually hearing a voice echoing from across the room: “Herr Talbot, we meet again.”

Don’t know where, don’t know when...literally, Talbot thought, chuckling at his own joke.

“You find something amusing, Herr Talbot?” the voice inquired.

“Keep smiling through, just like you always do, till the blue skies chase those dark clouds far away,” Talbot sang in response.

The footsteps began approaching Talbot at a quick rate. “You think you are a clever man, ja?” asked the unknown figure as he stepped partially into the light, removing a glove from his left hand in the process; Talbot could see that the hand underneath was badly scarred. The German stepped up to Talbot and slapped him hard across the face with the glove. “I despise that damn woman and her damn song!” he said, raising his voice. “I would greatly enjoy if the glorious Luftwaffe were to bomb the BBC while she is inside it!”

Outwardly, Talbot remained emotionless; inside, one thought was in his head: Congratulations, Jerry, you’ve just signed your own fucking death warrant.

The German stood directly in front of Talbot and leaned down to his eye level, his face fully illuminated by the light. “Now, you do remember me, do you not?”

Talbot squinted as he focused on the man’s face. “Oh, it’s you again. Sorry, I didn’t recognize you at first...so that’s what you look like when I’m not staring at you down the barrel of a shotgun!”

Konrad straightened up. “Which reminds me, I owe you something for that day!” His right hand appeared from behind his back as he swung a blackjack, striking Talbot on the side of the face with it.

Talbot let out a yelp of pain as he reeled from the hit; grunting as he recovered and turned back to face Konrad, he grinned at the German. “You Jerries ought to learn some hospitality,” he said mockingly.

“Herr Talbot, you would certainly be dead now if we did not provide you with medical treatment, and you have the nerve to lecture me on hospitality?”

“Whatever you say, Fritz. Now are you going to ask me questions, or may I return to my room?”

Konrad’s eyebrow arched. “Ah, so you are willing to answer questions, Herr Talbot?”

Talbot winced. “Oh, God no! Your chit-chat merely bores me is all.”

Konrad paced back and forth in front of Talbot. “Herr Talbot, I am going to make you a proposition. Just now, you have had a small demonstration of some of the methods that we are willing to use to...convince you to provide us with information. I assure you, if this were an actual interrogation,” he said, getting right in Talbot’s face, “the methods employed would be much...much...much more unpleasant.” He grinned. “Of course, if you simply provide the information that we want when you are asked, then we will dispense with those methods. Surely you do not want to be subjected to such things, ja?”

Talbot calmly stared back at Konrad. “Do you really think you can do anything to me that the British public schools haven’t done already?”

Konrad straightened up and resumed pacing the room. “I am going to give you some time to consider my offer. If you do not accept my terms the next time you are brought to this room...well,” he said, breaking into a grin, “I will leave what happens next to your imagination!”

Talbot sat there as Konrad began walking for the door; as he was about to leave the room, Talbot called out: “Wait! I’ve made my decision! Bring a Dictaphone, I’ve something to say that you’ll want recorded!”

Konrad turned around and grinned. “A very sensible decision, Herr Talbot!” He yelled something in German, and the door opened as two guards wheeled a Dictaphone into the room and placed it in front of Talbot. Konrad sat down on the other side of the machine, turned it on, and held the mouthpiece up to Talbot’s face. “Whenever you are ready, Herr Talbot, tell us what you would like to say.”

Talbot cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and spoke into the Dictaphone: “Talbot, Flying Officer, 51389.” He sat back and stared at a bewildered Konrad with a smug look on his face. “There, that’s my answer to any question you may ask, so instead of me wasting my breath repeating the same thing over and over you can just play the recording and have your answer...you can turn the machine off now, you know.”

Konrad flew into a rage, overturning the Dictaphone as he stood. “I tire of your insolence, Englishman!” he shouted, striking the other side of Talbot’s face with the blackjack as he yelled. “I warn you, our next meeting will not be so pleasant!” He turned on his heel and stormed off as two guards arrived to drag Talbot back to his cell.

Talbot laughed as Konrad stormed off. “I can’t believe that you fell for it! Did you really believe I’d cave that easily?”

Konrad stopped by the door; as the guards led Talbot by him, he swung the blackjack at Talbot’s injured shoulder, prompting Talbot to cry out in pain. “Mark my words,” he called after Talbot as the guards led him back to the cell, “we will break you!”

"You and your whole damn organization haven't got the balls it takes to break me! I'll see you broken first!" Talbot yelled back defiantly as they threw him into the cell and slammed the door shut.

[The Two Jerseys]

Also Tiger, I hate to nitpick (*giggle* *SNORT*) but didn't you decide that Gavin would be a Flight Sergeant and not a bastardized rank that didn't exist until the Great Canadian Heresy of 1968?

[Morrdh]

Watching a prog on Channel 4 about the Mosquito.

Said its all but forgotten and one hasn't flown for 20 years (actually theres one out in New Zealand thats been flying for a couple of years).

EDIT: It was the one restored in New Zealand, though it now resides at Virginia Beach in the US. Disappointed they didn't even mention the Kiwi's work, making it out that it was entirely an American project.

[The Tiger Kingdom]

For some reason I always picture Cutler as looking like Captain Darling.

I think I just realized that was the actual image I had in my mind as well.

Cutler, for all his high-up friends and his assholishness, is a veteran. He's seen a lot of combat (and got three toes and a hefty chunk of his arse blown off in Belfast, as established earlier in the thread).

But, still, despite his arsehole'ness being at a lower level than 'the RSM who won't accept your boots as shined', people plan his death.

That's because he's just too honest and cares too much, dammit.
Also, I don't think people are used to having to deal with an asshole they aren't allowed to kill in an RP.

[Morrdh]

But, still, despite his arsehole'ness being at a lower level than 'the RSM who won't accept your boots as shined', people plan his death.

That's because he's just too honest and cares too much, dammit.
Also, I don't think people are used to having to deal with an asshole they aren't allowed to kill in an RP.

Still doesn't mean we can't make his life a living hell...

[Kouralia]

That's because he's just too honest and cares too much, dammit.
Also, I don't think people are used to having to deal with an asshole they aren't allowed to kill in an RP.

Still doesn't mean we can't make his life a living hell...

Heh.

Also, damn you Morrdh, I was literally just about to land Kouralian Royal Marines on that Greater Dienstad island, all sneaky-like - just like you did. :<

[Morrdh]

Still doesn't mean we can't make his life a living hell...

Heh.

Also, damn you Morrdh, I was literally just about to land Kouralian Royal Marines on that Greater Dienstad island, all sneaky-like - just like you did. :<

Sub collision?

[Kouralia]

Heh.

Also, damn you Morrdh, I was literally just about to land Kouralian Royal Marines on that Greater Dienstad island, all sneaky-like - just like you did. :<

Sub collision?

That would be hilarious: and must happen. I shall commence writing it - as our two subs are finishing dropping off the infiltrators.

[Morrdh]

Sub collision?

That would be hilarious: and must happen. I shall commence writing it - as our two subs are finishing dropping off the infiltrators.

Right on! \m/

[The balkens]

Been playing the WoT 360 edition beta.

Some complaints:

1. Tank variety, there are only German and American tanks AND the most Advanced tanks you get is a German VK variant of a Panther. The american tank tree is not really great either, that T1 heavy is a pain in the ass for a Hetzer to kill.

But there are no British Tanks, would've loved to get TOGed!

2. Matchmaking, Deplorable. When you start out the game; you get two of the Tiniest tanks that some madman with a Tumor on his brain ever designed. I got thrown in with Panzer IVs and shermans.

3. Maps. Yes I know it's a beta, but it would be nice if I got to see a Sherman and a Panzer IV duke it out in Ruinberg or another urban maps.

Mines, Mountain pass and Mallnokova or something.

4. The PC version has a social aspect. The 360 version is rather lonely, once you're done with a Game it's like "Well bye." and there's no way to platoon up yet.

Some complements:

1. Graphics, the game is stunningly beautiful. Unlike the PC, when you shoot a Two story
building. It lights on fire and it makes for a cool effect when your shooting is shit.

2. The lag issue that the first beta session had is gone or nonexistent.



Conclusion: this Version may boost WoTs popularity with a whole new market.

While war thunder is beating WoWP to a bloody pulp and the up coming ground condition looks promising. WoWS would look cool as well as war thunders naval Section.

[Monfrox]

It's probably going to have the same problem Minecraft did went it went over to the 360. i.e. slow on the updates

[The balkens]

It's probably going to have the same problem Minecraft did went it went over to the 360. i.e. slow on the updates

Jungle Biomes coming soon.........Soon.........SOON.

I guess the people behind are too busy. When that Jungle Biome is finally here, I can do all kinds of Vietnam shit to my friends.

[The Two Jerseys]

Since I've now made it perfectly clear that Benson is in fact working for the enemy, time to submit this for his eventual appearance in the RP threads.

Name: Joshua Charles Gordon Benson
Age: 25 (born 4 August 1915)
Rank: Director of Foreign Accounts and Investments, Bank of England (since January 1939)
Physical Description: 6' 0", 160 lbs., dark hair, blue eyes

Country of Origin: United Kingdom
Flight/Flight Combat Experience: Flew in a Dragon Rapide airliner several times before the war.
Ground Combat Experience: Fencing, clay pigeon shooting.
Specialties: Banking and investments, family wealth and connections, fluent in French.
RP Experience: You bloody well know...
Personal History/Bio (more than one line please): Son of a senior Bank of England official, Joshua Benson was named after his father's two soldier-scholar idols: Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain and Gordon of Khartoum. Born into wealth and privilege, he was educated at Eton and Oxford and followed his father into the banking business, obtaining a senior position at the Bank of England due to his father's connections. During his teenage years, he became concerned at what he saw as the weakening of the nation by Communists and socialists, and he began adhering to the beliefs of Oswald Mosley and the British Union of Fascists; with the rise of Hitler in Germany, he began adopting more anti-Semitic sympathies and became a supporter of William Joyce's National Socialist League. However, he never actually joined these organizations or attended any of their rallies, so he did not arouse any suspicion among the security services. Following the outbreak of the war, he was approached by another closeted fascist sympathizer, who informed him that he knew of a man who could help them take back the country from the Communists and Jews...

[Monfrox]

It's probably going to have the same problem Minecraft did went it went over to the 360. i.e. slow on the updates

Jungle Biomes coming soon.........Soon.........SOON.

I guess the people behind are too busy. When that Jungle Biome is finally here, I can do all kinds of Vietnam shit to my friends.

Cue pungi spike traps and a complex inner working tunnel system

[The balkens]

Jungle Biomes coming soon.........Soon.........SOON.

I guess the people behind are too busy. When that Jungle Biome is finally here, I can do all kinds of Vietnam shit to my friends.

Cue pungi spike traps and a complex inner working tunnel system

I know of a gun mod for the PC version. And the voltz and technic.

Nuclear war with my brothers?

"Hey mike....I know you're really angry for me burning Down your....what's the button you just pressed? Why are those sticky pistons opening up? OH SHIT!"

[Goram]

Cue pungi spike traps and a complex inner working tunnel system

I know of a gun mod for the PC version. And the voltz and technic.

Nuclear war with my brothers?

"Hey mike....I know you're really angry for me burning Down your....what's the button you just pressed? Why are those sticky pistons opening up? OH SHIT!"

Just plant a TNT block (or two) under a pressure plate. The doors open and a land mine goes off.

Job done.

[Goram]

In other news, we've had our first mention of the Mosquito! Congratulations everyone.

In other, other, news, are we likely to get an upgrade to our Spits anytime soon? Ought to be able to lay our hands on a few Mk.II's or even Mk. V's soon, I would have thought.

[Len Hyet]

In other news, we've had our first mention of the Mosquito! Congratulations everyone.

In other, other, news, are we likely to get an upgrade to our Spits anytime soon? Ought to be able to lay our hands on a few Mk.II's or even Mk. V's soon, I would have thought.

Or some P-38s or 40s

[The Tiger Kingdom]

In other news, we've had our first mention of the Mosquito! Congratulations everyone.

In other, other, news, are we likely to get an upgrade to our Spits anytime soon? Ought to be able to lay our hands on a few Mk.II's or even Mk. V's soon, I would have thought.

I seem to remember noting we had upgraded to IIs a while back.
I might be making that up, though.

[Goram]

In other news, we've had our first mention of the Mosquito! Congratulations everyone.

In other, other, news, are we likely to get an upgrade to our Spits anytime soon? Ought to be able to lay our hands on a few Mk.II's or even Mk. V's soon, I would have thought.

I seem to remember noting we had upgraded to IIs a while back.
I might be making that up, though.

Oh really? I assumed we were on the Battle of Britain era Mk.I's. If we're on II's already, roll on the V's haha

Would be nice to have a few Mosquito's kicking around as well, when the time comes.

[The balkens]

I know of a gun mod for the PC version. And the voltz and technic.

Nuclear war with my brothers?

"Hey mike....I know you're really angry for me burning Down your....what's the button you just pressed? Why are those sticky pistons opening up? OH SHIT!"

Just plant a TNT block (or two) under a pressure plate. The doors open and a land mine goes off.

Job done.

you seriously think i havent done that?

[Len Hyet]

Wait a minute
Wait just a goddamn minute.

Tiger you sick sonofabitch. I KNEW we would do something like this!