by The Tiger Kingdom » Tue Apr 17, 2018 1:34 am
by Goram » Tue Apr 17, 2018 3:03 am
by Morrdh » Tue Apr 17, 2018 2:10 pm
by Bakra » Tue Apr 17, 2018 2:24 pm
by Alversia » Tue Apr 17, 2018 3:34 pm
by The Two Jerseys » Tue Apr 17, 2018 9:11 pm
by Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States » Wed Apr 18, 2018 3:00 am
by Grenartia » Wed Apr 18, 2018 6:26 am
by Len Hyet » Wed Apr 18, 2018 1:01 pm
8.10.39
F/O David Richter, 319 Squadron.
Squadron C/O arriving 0900. Unit to assemble at School of Air Navigation, Map Room Four, 0930.
Respectfully,
James Smith. Duty Sergeant.
Sent with Aircraftman 1st Class Jones.
by Morrdh » Wed Apr 18, 2018 3:37 pm
The Two Jerseys wrote:"Good morning chaps, I take it that I'm in the right place?"
by Monfrox » Thu Apr 19, 2018 1:01 am
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.
by United Kingdom of Poland » Thu Apr 19, 2018 8:17 pm
by Kouralia » Fri Apr 20, 2018 10:34 am
by The Two Jerseys » Fri Apr 20, 2018 9:13 pm
Morrdh wrote:The Two Jerseys wrote:"Good morning chaps, I take it that I'm in the right place?"
"Oh feck me...." Wade exclaimed. "Talbot? What are ye bally doing here?!"
"Thought I'd seen the last of yer sorry mug at Upavon." Chuckled Wade. "If I knew you were gonna be in this outfit I would've applied fer the Navy, heck...I still might!"
"Smoke?" Wade asked as he pulled out a packet of cigarettes and offered to the Flight Lieutenant.
by The Tiger Kingdom » Mon Apr 23, 2018 12:56 am
Goram wrote:"Squadron Leader, the pleasure is all mine, I'm quite sure. Henry White, how do you do?"
United Kingdom of Poland wrote:“Lieutenant Henri Vodat reporting sir.” He said to Page as he offered a salute. “May I say it’s a pleasure to serve under a man with your reputation.”
by Alversia » Mon Apr 23, 2018 12:41 pm
by Bakra » Mon Apr 23, 2018 1:59 pm
“So, we can just walk out? No hard feelings? Good luck in our future endeavours? Maybe see you in the pub sometime? That doesn’t seem like the Air Force I know, the one where you get a caning for doing your shoelaces up the wrong way. And we’re getting ‘the most dangerous assignments’ are we? More dangerous than being 30,000 feet up in a thin metal box full of fuel and explosives, fighting Germans? Just what sort of danger are we talking about here?”
by Morrdh » Mon Apr 23, 2018 2:58 pm
The Two Jerseys wrote:"Well, fancy running into you here, Wade! Rather a small world isn't it? Tell me, did that big fellow with the smooth baritone rope you into this as well?"
The Tiger Kingdom wrote:"So I'll tell you right now - if you came here today expecting to serve an ordinary posting in an ordinary squadron, consider this your rude awakening. This is the most dangerous unit in the British military, in every sense of the term. We'll be getting the most dangerous assignments they can give us. But in exchange, you'll be paid well - and get all the action you could possibly want. And this is a volunteer outfit. If you don't want to be here, you can leave, right now, no consequences. You won't be able to tell anybody anything about what you've already seen or heard today, of course, but if you want to get out while you still can and try some other unit, or maybe just go home, this is the time."
"And I mean that, gentlemen. We're shipping out tonight. It's now or never. Anybody want to bail out now?"
by Goram » Thu Apr 26, 2018 11:29 am
by Grenartia » Fri Apr 27, 2018 5:58 pm
The Tiger Kingdom wrote:Soon enough, the other transfers began arriving. Page had to work quickly to match half-familiar faces with the names he'd been desperately cramming for a day or so, returning salutes and pleasantries as he did so. They were each ticked off from the list - Patrick Wade and Conor Fitzpatrick, from the Republic of Ireland...Adahy Chee, James Thibodeaux, and Samuel Melody, both from the US (the latter of which had surprisingly delicate features for a hardened fighter with the skills claimed on his paperwork)...Flight Lieutenant Geoffrey Talbot...Flying Officer Howard Cavalier...and a few others made themselves known.Goram wrote:"Squadron Leader, the pleasure is all mine, I'm quite sure. Henry White, how do you do?"
Page returned the grin and shook the proffered hand, removing his glasses as he did so. It struck him as a potentially awkward situation, given that he outranked White, yet was over a decade and a half younger than him, but the Flight Lieutenant didn't seem overly bothered about the matter. Page had already fixed him as a top candidate for one of the flight lead positions, given his experience.
"Very well, Flight Lieutenant, thanks for asking. I'd be a little better if we weren't shunted off to the Manston storage closet, but it'll have to do for the moment."United Kingdom of Poland wrote:“Lieutenant Henri Vodat reporting sir.” He said to Page as he offered a salute. “May I say it’s a pleasure to serve under a man with your reputation.”
Page returned the salute. "Likewise, Lieutenant Vodat. Glad to see that the French delegation has arrived."
It occurred to Page almost as he said it that Vodat, being a White Russian volunteer for the Legion, might be a bit miffed at being described as "the French delegation".
But it was true - the French government had volunteered Vodat for the job themselves. It was a bit surprising that there would be only one French national in this Allied project, but with their one spot, they'd picked him. So it goes.
"At ease, everyone. Pull up a seat and listen up, because we're already on the clock. And stow that notebook, Staff Sergeant - what you see and hear in here is classified. We can't have any records of this floating around that the RAF doesn't know about."
"Introductions are in order. My name is Squadron Leader Robert Page. Over the last ten years, I've served in the RAF, the Spanish Republican Air Force, and a number of other military organizations. I've seen action in Iraq, Spain, Nicaragua, and a few other places I'm not entirely sure I'm allowed to talk about.
"I'm not telling you this to brag. I'm telling you this because you all have comparable skills, records, and experiences that have brought you here, to this room, today. 319 Squadron, as you've all probably noticed already, is a unique unit. The RAF has brought together in this room twelve pilots and soldiers from all over the world. You were picked for this not because you played the game and made your way up the careerist ladder, or because you were friends with the right officers. You were picked for this because someone, somewhere, looked at your records and picked you as one of the best in the world at fighting Nazis, in any way, shape, or form. And that's exactly what we'll be doing.
"We're not on any official documents. The RAF will not admit to this unit's existence. Only a handful of people even know who we are, and what our job really is. 319 Squadron is the only 'special operations' squadron in the Royal Air Force. For that matter, we're probably the only squadron of this type in the entire world. For months, the Allied governments have been running themselves ragged, trying to figure out a way to counter the Nazi war machine. Putting all of us together in the same unit was step one. Step two...you'll see in a few minutes.
"So I'll tell you right now - if you came here today expecting to serve an ordinary posting in an ordinary squadron, consider this your rude awakening. This is the most dangerous unit in the British military, in every sense of the term. We'll be getting the most dangerous assignments they can give us. But in exchange, you'll be paid well - and get all the action you could possibly want. And this is a volunteer outfit. If you don't want to be here, you can leave, right now, no consequences. You won't be able to tell anybody anything about what you've already seen or heard today, of course, but if you want to get out while you still can and try some other unit, or maybe just go home, this is the time."
"And I mean that, gentlemen. We're shipping out tonight. It's now or never. Anybody want to bail out now?"
Alversia wrote:“So, we can just walk out? No hard feelings? Good luck in our future endeavours? Maybe see you in the pub sometime? That doesn’t seem like the Air Force I know, the one where you get a caning for doing your shoelaces up the wrong way. And we’re getting ‘the most dangerous assignments’ are we? More dangerous than being 30,000 feet up in a thin metal box full of fuel and explosives, fighting Germans? Just what sort of danger are we talking about here?”
Bakra wrote:"We aren't just going to be flying, are we?"
by The Tiger Kingdom » Fri Apr 27, 2018 11:40 pm
Alversia wrote:“So, we can just walk out? No hard feelings? Good luck in our future endeavours? Maybe see you in the pub sometime? That doesn’t seem like the Air Force I know, the one where you get a caning for doing your shoelaces up the wrong way. And we’re getting ‘the most dangerous assignments’ are we? More dangerous than being 30,000 feet up in a thin metal box full of fuel and explosives, fighting Germans? Just what sort of danger are we talking about here?”
Bakra wrote:Chee's eyes widened a bit as he realized what the implication of Fitzpatrick's question.
"We aren't just going to be flying, are we?"
by Goram » Sat Apr 28, 2018 7:46 am
by Grenartia » Sat Apr 28, 2018 9:33 am
The Tiger Kingdom wrote:"We'll be doing everything. Top soldiers trained as pilots, and top pilots trained to be soldiers. 'Total combat flexibility' are the watchwords the RAF has been using. We're the cutting edge of a new form of warfare, so they say."
Page grinned morbidly. "I suppose we'll see how it pans out!"
Goram wrote:"Mr. Page, if I might trouble you to ask; do you know where they're sending us?"
by Alversia » Sat Apr 28, 2018 2:41 pm
The Tiger Kingdom wrote:”A lot of people around the world seem to believe them. And maybe they're right - they haven't been beaten yet. The Allied leadership is scared, and for my part, I think they should be. They saw what happened in Poland, and to Spain before that. A lot of our top leadership is very insecure right now about the RAF's status relative to the Luftwaffe, and to the entire German armed forces in general.
The Tiger Kingdom wrote:”So no, Flying Officer, this is perhaps the one unit in the RAF where nobody will give much of a toss about your shoelaces. Perhaps one of your fellows will. But I suspect they'll have better things to do. Speaking for myself, I know I certainly will. We'll be too busy winning the war."
by The Two Jerseys » Sat Apr 28, 2018 3:53 pm
Morrdh wrote:The Two Jerseys wrote:"Well, fancy running into you here, Wade! Rather a small world isn't it? Tell me, did that big fellow with the smooth baritone rope you into this as well?"
"Naw, I got roped into this long 'fore I ended up at Upavon." Answered Wade as he took advantage of the offered lighter. "Ta."The Tiger Kingdom wrote:"So I'll tell you right now - if you came here today expecting to serve an ordinary posting in an ordinary squadron, consider this your rude awakening. This is the most dangerous unit in the British military, in every sense of the term. We'll be getting the most dangerous assignments they can give us. But in exchange, you'll be paid well - and get all the action you could possibly want. And this is a volunteer outfit. If you don't want to be here, you can leave, right now, no consequences. You won't be able to tell anybody anything about what you've already seen or heard today, of course, but if you want to get out while you still can and try some other unit, or maybe just go home, this is the time."
"And I mean that, gentlemen. We're shipping out tonight. It's now or never. Anybody want to bail out now?"
"I'll say one thing, doesn't sound like its gonna be a load of niu shi." Wade replies after exhaling a puff of smoke. "If anything, sounds like a tory outfit....I'm in."
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