by The Tiger Kingdom » Tue Jul 04, 2017 4:28 am
by Goram » Tue Jul 04, 2017 6:19 am
by Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States » Tue Jul 04, 2017 1:06 pm
by Morrdh » Tue Jul 04, 2017 3:28 pm
by Len Hyet » Wed Jul 05, 2017 9:19 am
by Reverend Norv » Wed Jul 05, 2017 1:01 pm
For really, I think that the poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he. And therefore truly, Sir, I think it's clear that every man that is to live under a Government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that Government. And I do think that the poorest man in England is not at all bound in a strict sense to that Government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.
Col. Thomas Rainsborough, Putney Debates, 1647
A God who let us prove His existence would be an idol.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
by Tiltjuice » Wed Jul 05, 2017 10:45 pm
"Flying Officer Haines Sahnoun. Do you know who I am?"
"...No, sir."
"Outstanding. It would be churlish to presume you know, then, why you were pulled away from the flight line at the end of yesterday's afternoon..." The civilian facing him across the singularly massive desk consulted some scribbled notes. "Ah. Aerial gunnery practice. In which, upon interviewing your commanding officer, you scored rather well. A natural talent?"
Without waiting for Djamel to answer, the still-anonymous man moved on. "Did you enjoy life in Algeria? I imagine it was quite cosmopolitan in Algiers, with the help of our friends to the southeast."
"Well, yes, actually. With my father's help, as well. He enjoyed his time there, and it helped broaden my world view. I think that without that, or in another life, I might only be a shepherd."
The man drew an expensive-looking fountain pen from the desk holder and jotted a word or two down. "Your father, yes...like most in the Conservative Party, favored Franco. Yet here you are, a veteran of the Spanish Civil War. Leaving aside the obvious - that you start out fighting for ideals and end up fighting for the man next to you in the trench - how did you find your time there?"
Even a shepherd could tell what was going on now. This man was now clearly MI5, not like the two bulls of Special Branch who had requested him to follow, but the purpose of the interview still eluded him. Was the country now so paranoid that it cast such a wide net? "I dare say I would have found more mundane work if I had given up on ideals," the British-Algerian riposted, but carefully. "Islam has a saying...." Djamel closed his eyes and recited the 75th verse of An-Nisāʼ: Why should you not fight in God's cause and for those oppressed men, women, and children who cry out, ‘Lord, rescue us from this town whose people are oppressors! By Your grace, give us a protector and give us a helper!’?
"It means - " Djamel gave a translation, missing the look of comprehension in Anonymous Man's eyes at his initial delivery in Standard Arabic. "It would not be human of me to let an unjust loss of life pass even with only a frown. Whether it is from nationalists or republicans, fascists or communists. I - politics is not a thing to run into in Algeria, and the only strife there was is with my own family. Surely you know this, if you have gone to so much trouble."
"Then you're exactly what is described in this file," Anonymous Man said at last, holding up a folder with a loose sheaf of papers within. "Very well."
The flummoxed pilot, now completely lost, struggled to keep up with what came next. Fighting skills. Recognition of his language abilities. Testing all of them, adding those results to the file. Reassignment to a newly formed squadron at RAF Manston Heath. Effective immediately. You'd best get packing. Best of luck out there. Here are your orders and train ticket - report to Squadron Leader Robert Page.
by Kouralia » Thu Jul 06, 2017 4:38 pm
by Len Hyet » Thu Jul 06, 2017 6:43 pm
Reverend Norv wrote:-snip-
by The Two Jerseys » Thu Jul 06, 2017 9:04 pm
by Grenartia » Fri Jul 07, 2017 11:46 am
by United Kingdom of Poland » Fri Jul 07, 2017 7:18 pm
by Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States » Sat Jul 08, 2017 2:44 am
by Reverend Norv » Sun Jul 09, 2017 1:20 pm
For really, I think that the poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he. And therefore truly, Sir, I think it's clear that every man that is to live under a Government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that Government. And I do think that the poorest man in England is not at all bound in a strict sense to that Government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.
Col. Thomas Rainsborough, Putney Debates, 1647
A God who let us prove His existence would be an idol.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
by Kouralia » Sun Jul 09, 2017 3:21 pm
by Gibberan » Sun Jul 09, 2017 10:44 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 Grenartia » Mon Jul 10, 2017 1:20 pm
Kouralia wrote:RAF Manston Heath Approach Road
"Hmm?" Smythe said, turning in his seat as a man walked up beside the window, wearing an RAF uniform like a number of the others present at the gate house, with a number of stripes on it but entirely unalike those worn by the Staff Sergeant. "Sorry, sir," he added, considering that anything not made of chevrons or trippy propeller graphics likely meant a commissioned officer. "We're just waiting for papers to be checked to get onto the base: these gentlemen, and Aircraf-"
"Leading Aircraftman," the enlisted airman interjected.
"Sorry: Leading Aircraftman Grady and I have some more supplies for the stores of one of the squadrons here." He leaned his arm out to pass the papers to the man on duty at the gate as he spoke. "I've been appointed SQMS for a... 319 Squadron." Smythe said, "From what the assignment said, I' assuming most of these people here are for that same post. Would I be correct in assuming you are too, sir?"
Gibberan wrote:"Hello, gents," he said, immediately wincing at his pronounced New Englander accent. But he continued. "Anyone here for a...319 Squadron?"
by Len Hyet » Wed Jul 12, 2017 3:07 pm
by Goram » Thu Jul 13, 2017 8:18 pm
by Gibberan » Thu Jul 13, 2017 10:39 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 Kouralia » Fri Jul 14, 2017 1:45 pm
by Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States » Fri Jul 14, 2017 3:10 pm
by Kouralia » Fri Jul 14, 2017 4:35 pm
by Grenartia » Fri Jul 14, 2017 9:38 pm
Kouralia wrote:"Glad to meet you, Mr Thibodeaux." Smythe said with a strong London accent, taking the flying officer's hand and shaking it before taking the papers back from the RAF Policeman at the gate. "Anyway, grand to meet you sir, but I think we ought to be moving on." He added, nodding to Grady. "Don't want to keep this queue going any longer than possible, and I'm sure I'll be acquainting with you a great deal more in the coming months." Before he could say much more the stripped barrier arced upright and the driver rumbled the small car through the gate, waving in thanks to the perimeter guards before speeding up as it made its way through the base.
Gibberan wrote:"A fellow Canadian, eh?" he said, putting his hand on his compatriot's shoulder, stressing the lie so the Cajun (and perhaps the others around him as well, save for the clueless gate officer) knew exactly what he was talking about. For the first time in weeks, his mouth barely curled into what some might consider a smirk, if not a smile. "What are the chances of that? I'm a little farther north of you, if you know what I mean, but roots run deep, after all."
He extended a calloused hand. "F/O Cliff McTavish, also 319 as you can tell. Pleasure to meet you Jimmy, and you fine gentlemen as well," he said, now addressing all the other assorted servicemen around him. "I'm sure we'll have a great time spending this lovely war together, whether it turns out to be four months or four years."
The surly gate guard had by now had enough of this impromptu gathering. "Aight, you lovebirds, you're all clear to enter," and he began waving the large group past, out of his sight and his responsibility, likely so they could go bother some RAF high-up in the compound instead of him. Cliff walked past, taking another breath of his cigarette and making no effort to keep the smoke out of the unfriendly guard's face. Stepping off the roadway, and instead walking along the ironically-cheerful bright green lawn of the base, he saw another group of slightly-older men, some more aged than others, conversing near the flight line. Perhaps they knew where he was supposed to report?
He absent-mindedly cracked his knuckles as he walked further into RAF Manston Heath, his cigarette glowing brighter with each gust of the cool morning breeze. The fighter planes parked neatly off the runway shone as the sun reflected off of their fuselages. Almost as if they were begging for a pilot, someone to take them off into the wild blue yonder, and into whatever adventure could be dreamt up. So it begins, he thought to himself, not fully knowing what it truly meant.
Great Confederacy Of Commonwealth States wrote:“I was just asking the commandant here… do any of you sirs have a preferred gunning distance?”
by Monfrox » Fri Jul 14, 2017 9:46 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
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