by The Tiger Kingdom » Sat Mar 01, 2014 5:38 am
by Gibberan » Sat Mar 01, 2014 7:05 am
Kassaran wrote:NSG, the one place where your opinion is the wrong one if it aint liberal enough for them... unless you're me, I'm well known for generally just despising human rights and the whole idea of entitlement.
Timothia wrote:My bad, I should have known better than to challenge the unchanging hive-mind of NSG. Won't happen again any time soon.
by Grenartia » Sat Mar 01, 2014 4:46 pm
Gibberan wrote:HMS Llamrei, Somewhere on the Atlantic, January 25th, 1941
0930 Hours
Flying Officer Andrew Carter jovially rolled out from under his position on the bottom bunk. Sharing a room with fellow American, Pat Arnold, he had spent the past few days well. Quickly putting on his RAF uniform, he started combing his hair while humming an upbeat tune, from some obscure Disney cartoon of the 1930s.
Stepping out of the door, still cheerfully scatting tunes, "Pat, when are you going to wake up?". He'd left a note beside Pat's bunk, which told him where Carter would be when he woke up. He'd head down to the mess hall, where he'd have his morning coffee (he couldn't live without it), and some toast or maybe a bit of eggs. Then he'd head down to the hangars, where he'd pick a Spitfire for his own and probably dab a bit of nose art on it, in the same way he had with his 'Longshot' back at Tempsford.
Though he had been extremely disappointed that there were no Hurricanes on the ship, only Spitfires (he had had a lengthy conversation with Major Royce about this the other night at the mess), he could live with it. He still had his old Hurri back at Tempsford, anyway, and had given strict instructions to the mechanics and ground crew to not touch it, or there would be consequences. Securing a couple cans of paint from some of the crew, he already had started, and was just now going to finish the job. Striding down the narrow hallway in the direction of the mess, he continued on quietly whistling, all the while expecting to meet someone or other in the gray corridors of the cramped ship.
by Gibberan » Sun Mar 02, 2014 5:43 am
Kassaran wrote:NSG, the one place where your opinion is the wrong one if it aint liberal enough for them... unless you're me, I'm well known for generally just despising human rights and the whole idea of entitlement.
Timothia wrote:My bad, I should have known better than to challenge the unchanging hive-mind of NSG. Won't happen again any time soon.
by Grenartia » Sun Mar 02, 2014 6:33 am
Gibberan wrote:"Good morning, Flying Officer. Going to grab some grub?"
"Yep," said Carter, as he turned to face the NCO. "Going to grab some nice American-made coffee, if these Brits have any, some eggs or toast, and then head down to the hangars. I'm going to do the nose art for my Spit today."
Carter stopped. He looked around, cautiously, almost if someone was watching, leaned closer to Jimmy, and lowered his voice. "Do you have any idea when the briefing, the briefing for the operation, will be?"
by Morrdh » Sun Mar 02, 2014 12:43 pm
by Gibberan » Sun Mar 02, 2014 2:19 pm
Grenartia wrote:Gibberan wrote:"Good morning, Flying Officer. Going to grab some grub?"
"Yep," said Carter, as he turned to face the NCO. "Going to grab some nice American-made coffee, if these Brits have any, some eggs or toast, and then head down to the hangars. I'm going to do the nose art for my Spit today."
Carter stopped. He looked around, cautiously, almost if someone was watching, leaned closer to Jimmy, and lowered his voice. "Do you have any idea when the briefing, the briefing for the operation, will be?"
"Mind if I join you, then, sir? My bird could use a little pizazz as well." Jimmy wondered, before leaning towards Carter and whispering back. "I've no clue, sir, your guess is as good as mine."
Kassaran wrote:NSG, the one place where your opinion is the wrong one if it aint liberal enough for them... unless you're me, I'm well known for generally just despising human rights and the whole idea of entitlement.
Timothia wrote:My bad, I should have known better than to challenge the unchanging hive-mind of NSG. Won't happen again any time soon.
by Kouralia » Sun Mar 02, 2014 5:23 pm
by Goram » Sun Mar 02, 2014 7:52 pm
by Grenartia » Mon Mar 03, 2014 8:02 am
Gibberan wrote:Grenartia wrote:
"Mind if I join you, then, sir? My bird could use a little pizazz as well." Jimmy wondered, before leaning towards Carter and whispering back. "I've no clue, sir, your guess is as good as mine."
"I've no clue, sir, your guess is as good as mine."
Carter shrugged. "Oh, well. I expect it'll be today, we've already been at sea for days. And yes, I'd love a bit of company."
by Kassaran » Tue Mar 04, 2014 12:13 am
Kouralia wrote:As the day began across theboatship, Colour Serjeant Smythe sat quietly in the room he'd taken as part of his quarters, writing leisurely in a note pad. Unlike certain members of the squadron, he was rather ambivalent about the water and the navy, even if both were frightfully boring. One was there and needed to be crossed, and the other was there and did things beneath the Army. Sighing, he glanced at a pocket watch before snapping it shut and tucking the watch back in its pocket. Sliding his legs off the bed, he closed the pad and left it neatly on the desk before checking his Browning and opening the door to his cabin, ready to head out and have some breakfast before returning to the numbing routine of every day upon thenotThunderChildLlamrei.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Tristan noticed footsteps behind him and looked there, only to see Eric approaching and then pointing his sword at the girl. He just blinked a few times at this before speaking.
"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
by The Tiger Kingdom » Tue Mar 04, 2014 4:55 am
by Gibberan » Tue Mar 04, 2014 5:46 pm
Kassaran wrote:NSG, the one place where your opinion is the wrong one if it aint liberal enough for them... unless you're me, I'm well known for generally just despising human rights and the whole idea of entitlement.
Timothia wrote:My bad, I should have known better than to challenge the unchanging hive-mind of NSG. Won't happen again any time soon.
by United Kingdom of Poland » Tue Mar 04, 2014 7:58 pm
by Grenartia » Tue Mar 04, 2014 10:25 pm
by Morrdh » Wed Mar 05, 2014 4:42 am
by Gibberan » Wed Mar 05, 2014 5:10 pm
Carter saluted the Flight Lieutenant, and smiled. "Great, thanks. I was just drawing it out, waiting for the briefing to get ready. Yours?"United Kingdom of Poland wrote:Polanski was adding the finishing touches to his aircraft when Noble found him. His nose art was a simple one. It featured a simplified version of the Egyptian god Horus, a sword in each hand. Written over and under it was the words Walczący sokół II, or Fighting Falcon 2. While not your traditional nose art nor a symbol generally associated with either Poland or the RAF Horus, known in Egyptian mythology as "The Avenger", fit his mission in life now. To avenge his country and countrymen for was happening to them under the hands of the Germans. He also didn't paint the kill symbols on his aircraft, preferring to keep them written down on a piece of paper in his pocket. Heading down to the briefing room he found the American, Carter to be the only one there. "Morning Carter, how's the design coming on your nose art."
"Jimmy," Carter nodded, then added, jokingly, "Where you been?"Grenartia wrote:Jimmy walked into the briefing room, having taken a moment to use the head while he still had the chance, and sat down next to Carter and Polanski. He too, was contemplating his nose art. His sketches were in his quarters, though, and so couldn't show them to his comrades.
"Sirs." Jimmy said, as he nodded in acknowledgement to them.
Kassaran wrote:NSG, the one place where your opinion is the wrong one if it aint liberal enough for them... unless you're me, I'm well known for generally just despising human rights and the whole idea of entitlement.
Timothia wrote:My bad, I should have known better than to challenge the unchanging hive-mind of NSG. Won't happen again any time soon.
by Grenartia » Wed Mar 05, 2014 9:46 pm
Gibberan wrote:Carter saluted the Flight Lieutenant, and smiled. "Great, thanks. I was just drawing it out, waiting for the briefing to get ready. Yours?"United Kingdom of Poland wrote:Polanski was adding the finishing touches to his aircraft when Noble found him. His nose art was a simple one. It featured a simplified version of the Egyptian god Horus, a sword in each hand. Written over and under it was the words Walczący sokół II, or Fighting Falcon 2. While not your traditional nose art nor a symbol generally associated with either Poland or the RAF Horus, known in Egyptian mythology as "The Avenger", fit his mission in life now. To avenge his country and countrymen for was happening to them under the hands of the Germans. He also didn't paint the kill symbols on his aircraft, preferring to keep them written down on a piece of paper in his pocket. Heading down to the briefing room he found the American, Carter to be the only one there. "Morning Carter, how's the design coming on your nose art.""Jimmy," Carter nodded, then added, jokingly, "Where you been?"Grenartia wrote:Jimmy walked into the briefing room, having taken a moment to use the head while he still had the chance, and sat down next to Carter and Polanski. He too, was contemplating his nose art. His sketches were in his quarters, though, and so couldn't show them to his comrades.
"Sirs." Jimmy said, as he nodded in acknowledgement to them.
by Gibberan » Fri Mar 07, 2014 5:06 pm
Grenartia wrote:Gibberan wrote:Carter saluted the Flight Lieutenant, and smiled. "Great, thanks. I was just drawing it out, waiting for the briefing to get ready. Yours?"
"Jimmy," Carter nodded, then added, jokingly, "Where you been?"
"I just had to use the head, that's all." Jimmy said, stealing a glance at Carter's sketchpad. "Also, if I do say so, that's some amazing art, sir."
Kassaran wrote:NSG, the one place where your opinion is the wrong one if it aint liberal enough for them... unless you're me, I'm well known for generally just despising human rights and the whole idea of entitlement.
Timothia wrote:My bad, I should have known better than to challenge the unchanging hive-mind of NSG. Won't happen again any time soon.
by Kouralia » Fri Mar 07, 2014 7:17 pm
Kassaran wrote:Kouralia wrote:As the day began across theboatship, Colour Serjeant Smythe sat quietly in the room he'd taken as part of his quarters, writing leisurely in a note pad. Unlike certain members of the squadron, he was rather ambivalent about the water and the navy, even if both were frightfully boring. One was there and needed to be crossed, and the other was there and did things beneath the Army. Sighing, he glanced at a pocket watch before snapping it shut and tucking the watch back in its pocket. Sliding his legs off the bed, he closed the pad and left it neatly on the desk before checking his Browning and opening the door to his cabin, ready to head out and have some breakfast before returning to the numbing routine of every day upon thenotThunderChildLlamrei.
F/S Mackenzie
Jonah's eyes snapped open, finally, after having kept in an effort to stay closed and shielded from the light, and he immediately regretted it. What little light there was hammered its way into his skull like a pair of daggers and they imbedded themselves both in the area just above the eyes. Needless to say, he still swung his legs out and over the edge of the top bunk, making sure to avoid rising his head up to fast into the roof of the quarters. His bunk mate was just leaving, and turning his head, eyes screwed into tiny slants, he spoke to the Colour Serjeant," Mornin' Colour Serjeant. Good night o' rest fer ya?"
Now, needless to say, Jonah was not in the least near as regimented as the steadfast soldier that Smythe was, but he had his quirks and one was the fact that in order to not fall out of his bunk, he slept in a life-vest. One might say he looked goofy, but his argument was they were on a definitely sinkable ship and if the craft got struck by a 'Uey as he fondly dubbed the predatory German war machines, then he wanted to be able to run to the top deck and jump out over the water and not worry about sinking too fast. However, he also had another quirk, that until he had entirely roused himself from his sleepy stupor, he was liable to say things of an incredibly ignorant and unintelligent matter as what followed.
"With you sleepin' underneath, I actually felt pretty damned safe, not every day you get to sleep on top!" now this was only the most recent of sleep-talk conversations he'd tried to start, but almost immediately he caught the unintended wordplay, and finding himself unable to take back, he hopped down from his bunk, his eyes wide open now, and almost pleaded with the other to disregard that last remark as he didn't actually make himself properly clear, though most of what he found himself exclaiming was just meaningless bumbling.
by Grenartia » Sat Mar 08, 2014 12:31 am
Gibberan wrote:Grenartia wrote:
"I just had to use the head, that's all." Jimmy said, stealing a glance at Carter's sketchpad. "Also, if I do say so, that's some amazing art, sir."
Carter followed Jimmy's glance down to the sketchpad in his hands. "Oh this? Nah, it's just a rough drawing, a sketch. Me and F/L Polanski over here are both contemplating the nose art for the Spits down below. While we're waiting for everyone else that is." he said, looking around. "Say did you see anybody in the hall heading over here? Looks like we're missing a few people."
by United Kingdom of Poland » Sat Mar 08, 2014 5:34 pm
by Grenartia » Sat Mar 08, 2014 8:57 pm
United Kingdom of Poland wrote:Matt smiled. "First off Jimmy, you don't need to address me as sir, the names Matt. As for my design I'm well beyond the thinking stage my friend. its a picture of Horus with the words fighting falcon II bordering it."
by The Tamerelian Empire » Mon Mar 10, 2014 5:02 pm
by Grenartia » Mon Mar 10, 2014 6:41 pm
The Tamerelian Empire wrote:Flight Sergeant Lev Sikorskivitch strode into the briefing room. He saw that the commanding officer hadn’t arrived yet; neither had most of the squadron for that matter.
What did I get myself into? He thought. I could have had a better life than being killed as some nobody in the RAF. I don’t even speak English, how are people supposed to get to know me?
But he put these thoughts aside as he cautiously walked over to a group of three men near the front of the room, who appeared to be looking over sketches of nose art, probably for their new Spitfires.
“These British planes are junk. I’d rather have a Yakovlev over these,” he said, not realizing he had mumbled it aloud. “Oh, sorry,” he said, and then pointed to the nose art the three airmen were looking over. “Mind a b-b” he stuttered, trying to regain his composure. In better English than before, he said to the three, “Mind a bit of company?”
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