Excalibur Squadron OOC Thread

[The Tiger Kingdom]

(grabs by lapels)

NOT THE SPRINGSTEEN SHIRT!

"Contact Front! Lone infantryman, Three Hundred, Left of Axis, Rapid Fire!"

Contact is about to open fire, once again, request permission to engage Tango.

10-4, that's a copy, good neighbor. Hammer down on him, watch the back door for crackerheads, and keep eyes open for a bear in the air. Breaker 1-9 for the big firechicken, we got a spam in the can and we'll catch you on the big bounce around, over.

[Kouralia]

Contact is about to open fire, once again, request permission to engage Tango.

10-4, that's a copy, good neighbor. Hammer down on him, watch the back door for crackerheads, and keep eyes open for a bear in the air. Breaker 1-9 for the big firechicken, we got a spam in the can and we'll catch you on the big bounce around, over.

Please say that is farcical, and not actually an example US radio procedure.

please...?

[The balkens]

This red shit on my shirt ain't syrup......

[Kouralia]

This red shit on my shirt ain't syrup......

STOP LICKING ME WADE

[The Tiger Kingdom]

10-4, that's a copy, good neighbor. Hammer down on him, watch the back door for crackerheads, and keep eyes open for a bear in the air. Breaker 1-9 for the big firechicken, we got a spam in the can and we'll catch you on the big bounce around, over.

Please say that is farcical, and not actually an example US radio procedure.

please...?

Clearly, you've never taken a Barnyard Buick on a hard reefer convoy to Little Cuba, pullin' in at every choke n' puke all the while, and avoiding every Black Bart, dirty Dan, Harvey Wallbanger, and Hungry Heifer along the way.

[Kouralia]

Please say that is farcical, and not actually an example US radio procedure.

please...?

Clearly, you've never taken a Barnyard Buick on a hard reefer convoy to Little Cuba, pullin' in at every choke n' puke all the while, and avoiding every Black Bart, dirty Dan, Harvey Wallbanger, and Hungry Heifer along the way.

Translate into meaningful English pl0x?

[The balkens]

[*]

This red shit on my shirt ain't syrup......

STOP LICKING ME WADE

Best char for GTA ever. Even if he did kill johnny K.

Lost....but not forgotten.

[The Tiger Kingdom]

Clearly, you've never taken a Barnyard Buick on a hard reefer convoy to Little Cuba, pullin' in at every choke n' puke all the while, and avoiding every Black Bart, dirty Dan, Harvey Wallbanger, and Hungry Heifer along the way.

Translate into meaningful English pl0x?

*sigh*
CB slang, my good man! The lingua franca of every trucker worth his salt on this side of the planet.

[The balkens]

London, England. 1954, unknown cemetery in the west end.

A tombstone marked "J.Zilorski" stood among the others, it's the year of death was cruely labeled. Michael Zilorski, AKA Michael Foulke, stood above the grave of his brother.

(INTERVIEW RECORDED DEC-18-54)
"I've been told that he died before they made it back, this was way before I turned my back on excalibur. It was in '43 I think."
He looked down on the tombstone, fist shaking in rage. The snow landing on him built up and did not seem to deter him.

"15 years later and I'm still standing over the bodies of those I care about. Is it fate? Keep making the same fuck ups over and over until you eventually put a gun to your head and pull the trigger."

His words were cold and angry. I noticed that he pulled his side arm out from his holster.
"I killed a lot of people with this damn thing; M1911, .45 caliber, polished to shine even when it's muddy."
Michael began to smirk, this was totally unexpected.
"one of these days, I'll kill my way to salvation; were I won't have to be someones dog, I'll be my own person. Me and Victoria can live alone somewhere with the kids, I'll be retired. Life will be good."

The smirk went away. "that's if I can stop being a Nazi hunter, it's satisfying to see the little bastards eyes go dark. It's my little payback, from me to them."

He began to walk off and got into a car, poking his head out the window.
"you want a ride or what?! Unless you want to freeze out here, I'd get in!"

I happily obliged.

[Morrdh]

10-4, that's a copy, good neighbor. Hammer down on him, watch the back door for crackerheads, and keep eyes open for a bear in the air. Breaker 1-9 for the big firechicken, we got a spam in the can and we'll catch you on the big bounce around, over.

Please say that is farcical, and not actually an example US radio procedure.

please...?

From the British Army Rumour Service (or ARRSE) website;

Obviously, learning twenty or thirty such titles was much easier. Anyway, with secure comms, we'd go back to them, except it would completely stuff up NATO interoperability. (Anyone know if there's a STANAG for appointment titles?) Just as long as we don't end up like the Americans, where it all seems to be:

"Screaming Eagle Six, this is Broken Lance Actual"

The modern British version would probably be different:

"Hello Scaley, fetch Boss, Over....."

[The Tiger Kingdom]

Please say that is farcical, and not actually an example US radio procedure.

please...?

From the British Army Rumour Service (or ARRSE) website;

Obviously, learning twenty or thirty such titles was much easier. Anyway, with secure comms, we'd go back to them, except it would completely stuff up NATO interoperability. (Anyone know if there's a STANAG for appointment titles?) Just as long as we don't end up like the Americans, where it all seems to be:

"Screaming Eagle Six, this is Broken Lance Actual"

The modern British version would probably be different:

"Hello Scaley, fetch Boss, Over....."

american radio chatter is sexiest radio chatter what what

[The Tiger Kingdom]

London, England. 1954, unknown cemetery in the west end.

A tombstone marked "J.Zilorski" stood among the others, it's the year of death was cruely labeled. Michael Zilorski, AKA Michael Foulke, stood above the grave of his brother.

(INTERVIEW RECORDED DEC-18-54)
"I've been told that he died before they made it back, this was way before I turned my back on excalibur. It was in '43 I think."
He looked down on the tombstone, fist shaking in rage. The snow landing on him built up and did not seem to deter him.

"15 years later and I'm still standing over the bodies of those I care about. Is it fate? Keep making the same fuck ups over and over until you eventually put a gun to your head and pull the trigger."

His words were cold and angry. I noticed that he pulled his side arm out from his holster.
"I killed a lot of people with this damn thing; M1911, .45 caliber, polished to shine even when it's muddy."
Michael began to smirk, this was totally unexpected.
"one of these days, I'll kill my way to salvation; were I won't have to be someones dog, I'll be my own person. Me and Victoria can live alone somewhere with the kids, I'll be retired. Life will be good."

The smirk went away. "that's if I can stop being a Nazi hunter, it's satisfying to see the little bastards eyes go dark. It's my little payback, from me to them."

He began to walk off and got into a car, poking his head out the window.
"you want a ride or what?! Unless you want to freeze out here, I'd get in!"

I happily obliged.

also wait what
first-person?

[Morrdh]

Can't quite place my finger on it but for some reason this picture reminds me of Mon...

[The Tiger Kingdom]

So I've begun an experiment.

In the past few weeks, I've tried to hone my writing craft by plumbing the depths of good literature, so get a feel for what my writing is missing. I started, as I mentioned to you guys a few weeks ago, by getting a few famous soldierly accounts of WW2 and studying them as best I can - stuff like Beyond BoB and With the Old Breed. Overall, although they were interesting and I liked them, but I don't think they added too much to what I was looking for - they're very dry, and written by people who aren't what you'd really call "writers" (no offense to Winters or Sledge, they're just very...matter-of-fact). I need something along a different axis.

So, I thought back to the old adventure books that inspired this series, and I remembered that silly little joke plot point I threw in back in Tempsford about Page being a huge Biggles fan, and generally being an action-adventure nerd (like me, only a bit more intense, actually). Then, I realized that I'd created the perfect opportunity to investigate Page a little bit further.

I'm now embarking on a limited endeavor to reconstruct Page's library before he joined the RAF, effectively - to collect and read the same sorts of books that he would have, from the same timeframe, that would have inspired him and sort of shaped his desire to join the RAF and go out there and seek glory and adventure. I anticipate this will give me more depth and understanding of Page as a character, to actually walk in his footsteps a little bit and to be able to specifically understand how he would act and how he would think, instead of painting in broad strokes. I've already sent away for one of them - The Seven Pillars of Wisdom, by TE Lawrence, as well as some Rider Haggard stuff, the first few Hornblower books, the Odyssey, the Iliad (never read those, oddly), and a few others, which I anticipate will keep me occupied for a while.

So it's self-betterment (because all of these old books are pretty awesome) mixed with something that I think will both give me new ideas, and add depth to Page as a a character.

[Len Hyet]

(grabs by lapels)

NOT THE SPRINGSTEEN SHIRT!

Contact is about to open fire, once again, request permission to engage Tango.

10-4, that's a copy, good neighbor. Hammer down on him, watch the back door for crackerheads, and keep eyes open for a bear in the air. Breaker 1-9 for the big firechicken, we got a spam in the can and we'll catch you on the big bounce around, over.

May I?

"Heard and Understood friend, floor it and watch the rear for morons in a car. Keep one eye out for a police helicopter. Listen up, watch out for the Pontiac Firebird, [spam in the can?], and I'll catch you at the turn around. Finish."

My response of course being

"10-4. Breaker breaker, this is Rubber Duck, Pig Pen you copy? We've got the front door hammer down to Flagstaff, looks like we have a convoy. Watch out for Smokey in a plain brown wrapper and one in the bush outside of Phoenix. Cover the suicide jockey, and hope you don't get bit, over."

[United Kingdom of Poland]

NOT THE SPRINGSTEEN SHIRT!


10-4, that's a copy, good neighbor. Hammer down on him, watch the back door for crackerheads, and keep eyes open for a bear in the air. Breaker 1-9 for the big firechicken, we got a spam in the can and we'll catch you on the big bounce around, over.

May I?

"Heard and Understood friend, floor it and watch the rear for morons in a car. Keep one eye out for a police helicopter. Listen up, watch out for the Pontiac Firebird, [spam in the can?], and I'll catch you at the turn around. Finish."

My response of course being

"10-4. Breaker breaker, this is Rubber Duck, Pig Pen you copy? We've got the front door hammer down to Flagstaff, looks like we have a convoy. Watch out for Smokey in a plain brown wrapper and one in the bush outside of Phoenix. Cover the suicide jockey, and hope you don't get bit, over."

"This is rubber ducky I hear yah, pig pen do you understand? Flooring it to Flagstaff, we have a convoy. watch out for unmarked cars and speed traps near Phoenix. watch the explosives truck and don't get caught by the police."

Breaker breaker this is pig pen, 10-4 rubber duck. hammering front door to The Flag and watching for Leo. Watch out for Crotch rocket cowboys and bubblegummers, over"

[Monfrox]

10-4, that's a copy, good neighbor. Hammer down on him, watch the back door for crackerheads, and keep eyes open for a bear in the air. Breaker 1-9 for the big firechicken, we got a spam in the can and we'll catch you on the big bounce around, over.

Please say that is farcical, and not actually an example US radio procedure.

please...?

Roger, moving to engage.

*Takes out OBR 5.56 and opens fire*

[Len Hyet]

May I?

"Heard and Understood friend, floor it and watch the rear for morons in a car. Keep one eye out for a police helicopter. Listen up, watch out for the Pontiac Firebird, [spam in the can?], and I'll catch you at the turn around. Finish."

My response of course being

"10-4. Breaker breaker, this is Rubber Duck, Pig Pen you copy? We've got the front door hammer down to Flagstaff, looks like we have a convoy. Watch out for Smokey in a plain brown wrapper and one in the bush outside of Phoenix. Cover the suicide jockey, and hope you don't get bit, over."

"This is rubber ducky I hear yah, pig pen do you understand? Flooring it to Flagstaff, we have a convoy. watch out for unmarked cars and speed traps near Phoenix. watch the explosives truck and don't get caught by the police."

Breaker breaker this is pig pen, 10-4 rubber duck. hammering front door to The Flag and watching for Leo. Watch out for Crotch rocket cowboys and bubblegummers, over"

Almost
Front door means a clear road all the way. IE, no traffic.

So yours means

"Hey all this is pig pen, I copy Rubber Duck, clear road full speed to Flagstaff and watching for Law Enforcement Officers. Keep an eye out for erratic motorcyclists and teen drivers."

[Morrdh]

"This is rubber ducky I hear yah, pig pen do you understand? Flooring it to Flagstaff, we have a convoy. watch out for unmarked cars and speed traps near Phoenix. watch the explosives truck and don't get caught by the police."

Breaker breaker this is pig pen, 10-4 rubber duck. hammering front door to The Flag and watching for Leo. Watch out for Crotch rocket cowboys and bubblegummers, over"

Almost
Front door means a clear road all the way. IE, no traffic.

So yours means

"Hey all this is pig pen, I copy Rubber Duck, clear road full speed to Flagstaff and watching for Law Enforcement Officers. Keep an eye out for erratic motorcyclists and teen drivers."

Ah, almost like Cockney slang.

[Len Hyet]

Almost
Front door means a clear road all the way. IE, no traffic.

So yours means

"Hey all this is pig pen, I copy Rubber Duck, clear road full speed to Flagstaff and watching for Law Enforcement Officers. Keep an eye out for erratic motorcyclists and teen drivers."

Ah, almost like Cockney slang.

THIS IS AMERICA GOD DAMN IT

[Goram]

Link this for me Tiger, would you?

[Morrdh]

Ah, almost like Cockney slang.

THIS IS AMERICA GOD DAMN IT

Calm down me old mucker, the slang's the thing the world over.

[Len Hyet]

THIS IS AMERICA GOD DAMN IT

Calm down me old mucker, the slang's the thing the world over.

Murica

[Morrdh]

Calm down me old mucker, the slang's the thing the world over.

Murica

Merica.

[Len Hyet]

Murica

Merica.

Fuck your Mercia