Assuming that Fawn lets me after the other day, then yes, absolutely. Would love to figure out who thought strapping an explosive to a fuel line was a good idea.
Yes, I know, I know… I was tired and not thinking.
I was just heading back upstairs and glanced over on the way out and y’know the way the propellant shines when it spills? Wellllll, that’s all over the back side of one of One’s fins, so I thought I’d have a look cus y’know, don’t want a poorly Princess…
Didn’t think quite as hard about where I stuck my leg, but anyway…
That’s a loaded question Brains, it’s debatable if I have ever been alright 🙂↔️ but yes, just tired. Just a little dip in the sleep quality, it happens.
Yeah, I’ll survive, don’t worry. Minus some leg hair and with a painful reminder from our resident Princess 🙄
More importantly, it was definitely propellant on the fin. Behind scram #3 and #4.
Not sure if you're the right person for this question, but if we're legally permitted to take something out of a country, we're allowed to bring it up to Cloudbase, right?
Delicious.
They are indeed a shade of blue and taste like vanilla ice cream. I'm still trying to get my hands on Black Sapote, the 'chocolate pudding fruit', but I haven't been able to stop and buy some.
I did have follow up questions, and then I remembered that a certain Angel who is a member of the British aristocracy is a fan of both vanilla ice cream and chocolate pudding, and has just forswore desserts.
Not sure if you're the right person for this question, but if we're legally permitted to take something out of a country, we're allowed to bring it up to Cloudbase, right?
Not sure if you're the right person for this question, but if we're legally permitted to take something out of a country, we're allowed to bring it up to Cloudbase, right?
Inspired by @janetm74's quest to get Troy Tempest punched by as many people as possible
Colonel White steepled his fingers before his face as he stared at his officer, standing at attention before his desk.
Scarlet was rumpled but healed after a small fracas groundside in a civilian-but-popular-with-WASP bar, which itself had been after a joint exercise between their two organisations. Blue and Grey had also been involved - both in the exercise and in the fracas - and they would have been present but Fawn hadn’t released them yet and as the alleged instigator, the responsibility rested on Scarlet’s head.
“Why did you backhand Tempest?” he finally asked.
“With the relative positions of myself, Captain Blue, Captain Grey, the other officer, his buddies, and the furniture, I judged a backhand was the best tactical option,” was the crisp report.
The cheek of it would have gotten a smile from him if it hadn’t been for his years of command experience. “That’s not what I asked, Captain.”
“No, sir,” was Scarlet’s ready agreement.
“So tell me, Captain Scarlet, why did you hit him?”
Somehow Scarlet drew himself into an even stiffer ‘attention’. “Sir. I did not hit him when he and his buddies were unknowingly mocking Captain Grey when they discussed the captain of the first Stingray prototype. I did not hit him when they insulted Spectrum as an organisation. I did not hit him when he turned to insulting you personally, sir, nor did I hit him when he started insulting myself and Captains Blue and Grey. At that point Captain Blue, Captain Grey, and I attempted to deescalate the situation by removing ourselves from the area but the other officer continued to escalate. I hit him,” his jaw clenched, “because he insulted the Angels.”
“I see.” Privately, White was almost certain that list would have been half as long if it hadn’t been for Grey and Blue’s presence. He had already watched the security tapes, he knew his officer’s temper and the pride he had in Spectrum, and he also knew how short Scarlet’s fuse could get when someone started in on his favourite people. “What was the nature of this insult?”
“Sir, I am uncomfortable repeating it word for word but I will relay exactly what he said in my report on the incident. Tempest stated that the Angels are on Cloudbase for decorative purposes and,” Scarlet’s mouth thinned, “and to provide… entertainment for the male senior officers.”
“I see. Any mitigating factors in this situation?”
“They were drinking, sir. We were not, which appeared to trigger some of their commentary.”
Choosing to ignore the admission that Scarlet had information on Grey’s life before Spectrum - because this meeting was not about that - White sat back in his chair to consider what to do next. With that damning accusation against him, it was almost a surprise that the WASP officer was alive to complain. ‘Shore is generally a reasonable man, but unfortunately the person in question is one of his favourites and this little incident has stung WASP’s pride as well - my three gave Shore’s five a sound drubbing.’ Decision made, White took some time to pick his words - again, he knew his officer. “While your actions are understandable, I cannot condone inciting violence against other organisations, no matter how unacceptable their actions are. We cannot claim the high ground by sinking to their level. I believe it was George Bernard Shaw who had a rather pithy saying about ‘don’t mud wrestle with pigs, you’ll both get dirty and the pig likes it’ - but while we do not start fights, Captain, we do finish them.”
That got the barest twitch at the corner of Scarlet’s mouth. “Yessir.”
“In any case,” White continued, “despite any personal opinions that may be held on the matter, the forms must be observed. Along with your report I want a formal apology letter on my desk by 1800 and after your duty shift tomorrow you will be spending three hours as fetch-and-carry for Medical, they have a restock arriving at 2100.”
“Yessir.” Scarlet accepted it without reservation: they both knew that his punishment should have been much worse.
Y’know, I really don’t read fanfic, especially here on the hellsite, it’s usually a little strange reading about people you know or worse yourself… HOWEVER this work of art deserves to be published. 11/10. Outstanding. Flawless. Shakespeare himself wept tears of joy. The love button is not enough.
@cpt-scarlet-spectrum just saying, if you really loved me…
Agreed with you on all above points, @squidsinashirt
If something like that did happen, yes I would. In part because that commentary cannot be allowed to stand, and in part because the Angels would leave a smoking hole in the ground.
Obviously, that would not fly. But tis an act of kindness really when you put it like that. Like finally putting down that mange-ridden, three legged, one eyed dog that barks at nothing and stares off into the distance before it bites another one of its legs off… death by Angel would be too good for him anyway.
I disagree, Mister Tracy. Death by Angel sounds like ze perfect punishment for zat man in a scenario such as zis.
If an occurrence like zis ever did 'appen, Scarlet, I would pay good money to see it. We all would.
Not zat I'm condoning violence against a prominent member of another organisation. No, no, no! But fishes should not swim in seas that 'ave bigger fishes in zem, and zey certainly should not test ze bigger fishes' patience.
Out of curiosity, is it a 'thrice-cursed submarine' because of what happened with the prototype, because of who helms it, or because its a submarine in general?
It's thriced-cursed because that little shit once had the cheek to claim that it is more useful to global well-being than funding hospitals and medical research.
Had some choice descriptions about certain members of the base population as it happens. He was very proud of himself after a few drinks. One happened to be on my crew on the ‘foil. We had a… disagreement about what he said about her.
Officially, nothing. A simple clash of personalities in the mess, and a learning opportunity for the young Lt Tracy to reflect on his choice of language and communication with his fellow officer 🙂↔️
Inspired by @janetm74's quest to get Troy Tempest punched by as many people as possible
Colonel White steepled his fingers before his face as he stared at his officer, standing at attention before his desk.
Scarlet was rumpled but healed after a small fracas groundside in a civilian-but-popular-with-WASP bar, which itself had been after a joint exercise between their two organisations. Blue and Grey had also been involved - both in the exercise and in the fracas - and they would have been present but Fawn hadn’t released them yet and as the alleged instigator, the responsibility rested on Scarlet’s head.
“Why did you backhand Tempest?” he finally asked.
“With the relative positions of myself, Captain Blue, Captain Grey, the other officer, his buddies, and the furniture, I judged a backhand was the best tactical option,” was the crisp report.
The cheek of it would have gotten a smile from him if it hadn’t been for his years of command experience. “That’s not what I asked, Captain.”
“No, sir,” was Scarlet’s ready agreement.
“So tell me, Captain Scarlet, why did you hit him?”
Somehow Scarlet drew himself into an even stiffer ‘attention’. “Sir. I did not hit him when he and his buddies were unknowingly mocking Captain Grey when they discussed the captain of the first Stingray prototype. I did not hit him when they insulted Spectrum as an organisation. I did not hit him when he turned to insulting you personally, sir, nor did I hit him when he started insulting myself and Captains Blue and Grey. At that point Captain Blue, Captain Grey, and I attempted to deescalate the situation by removing ourselves from the area but the other officer continued to escalate. I hit him,” his jaw clenched, “because he insulted the Angels.”
“I see.” Privately, White was almost certain that list would have been half as long if it hadn’t been for Grey and Blue’s presence. He had already watched the security tapes, he knew his officer’s temper and the pride he had in Spectrum, and he also knew how short Scarlet’s fuse could get when someone started in on his favourite people. “What was the nature of this insult?”
“Sir, I am uncomfortable repeating it word for word but I will relay exactly what he said in my report on the incident. Tempest stated that the Angels are on Cloudbase for decorative purposes and,” Scarlet’s mouth thinned, “and to provide… entertainment for the male senior officers.”
“I see. Any mitigating factors in this situation?”
“They were drinking, sir. We were not, which appeared to trigger some of their commentary.”
Choosing to ignore the admission that Scarlet had information on Grey’s life before Spectrum - because this meeting was not about that - White sat back in his chair to consider what to do next. With that damning accusation against him, it was almost a surprise that the WASP officer was alive to complain. ‘Shore is generally a reasonable man, but unfortunately the person in question is one of his favourites and this little incident has stung WASP’s pride as well - my three gave Shore’s five a sound drubbing.’ Decision made, White took some time to pick his words - again, he knew his officer. “While your actions are understandable, I cannot condone inciting violence against other organisations, no matter how unacceptable their actions are. We cannot claim the high ground by sinking to their level. I believe it was George Bernard Shaw who had a rather pithy saying about ‘don’t mud wrestle with pigs, you’ll both get dirty and the pig likes it’ - but while we do not start fights, Captain, we do finish them.”
That got the barest twitch at the corner of Scarlet’s mouth. “Yessir.”
“In any case,” White continued, “despite any personal opinions that may be held on the matter, the forms must be observed. Along with your report I want a formal apology letter on my desk by 1800 and after your duty shift tomorrow you will be spending three hours as fetch-and-carry for Medical, they have a restock arriving at 2100.”
“Yessir.” Scarlet accepted it without reservation: they both knew that his punishment should have been much worse.
Y’know, I really don’t read fanfic, especially here on the hellsite, it’s usually a little strange reading about people you know or worse yourself… HOWEVER this work of art deserves to be published. 11/10. Outstanding. Flawless. Shakespeare himself wept tears of joy. The love button is not enough.
@cpt-scarlet-spectrum just saying, if you really loved me…
Agreed with you on all above points, @squidsinashirt
If something like that did happen, yes I would. In part because that commentary cannot be allowed to stand, and in part because the Angels would leave a smoking hole in the ground.
Obviously, that would not fly. But tis an act of kindness really when you put it like that. Like finally putting down that mange-ridden, three legged, one eyed dog that barks at nothing and stares off into the distance before it bites another one of its legs off… death by Angel would be too good for him anyway.
I disagree, Mister Tracy. Death by Angel sounds like ze perfect punishment for zat man in a scenario such as zis.
If an occurrence like zis ever did 'appen, Scarlet, I would pay good money to see it. We all would.
Not zat I'm condoning violence against a prominent member of another organisation. No, no, no! But fishes should not swim in seas that 'ave bigger fishes in zem, and zey certainly should not test ze bigger fishes' patience.
Out of curiosity, is it a 'thrice-cursed submarine' because of what happened with the prototype, because of who helms it, or because its a submarine in general?
It's thriced-cursed because that little shit once had the cheek to claim that it is more useful to global well-being than funding hospitals and medical research.
Had some choice descriptions about certain members of the base population as it happens. He was very proud of himself after a few drinks. One happened to be on my crew on the ‘foil. We had a… disagreement about what he said about her.
Officially, nothing. A simple clash of personalities in the mess, and a learning opportunity for the young Lt Tracy to reflect on his choice of language and communication with his fellow officer 🙂↔️
Considering the many and varied options for . . . let's call it creativity inherent in the environment of the mess hall and the attached galley area, I admire your restraint in keeping it just to language and communication.
Thank you, young Gordon appreciates the compliment.
Had Troy not immediately ran off to whine at Shore, it may have got far more creative 👀
Anyway, as Troutpout likes to point out, despite using Daddy’s name to get in, one of us got kicked out of WASP. And the other got his own sub and a penthouse on base so…
Feeling obliged to point out that you have your own sub. And live on a private island. Last time I checked that's higher up the social order than base housing. (Let's face it, 'penthouse' isn't a category used seriously by architects designing government housing.)
And a medical discharge is very different to the dishonourable discharge Captain Tempest is so assiduously courting.
@spectrumsoverworkedcmo Good news, that training exercise went very well, thank you for those supplies. Lessons were learned, there were no actual injuries, the arterial bleeding rig worked like a charm, and their trainer and I were able to carry on the fine tradition of 'make the most annoying student the example for immobilisation devices.' Unfortunately we're no longer allowed to do the next level of 'strap them onto the stretcher and test it by flipping it upside down', but he got the message quite quickly.
That's good to hear. I look forward to your report on their first aid capacity.
And you've only got yourself and the rest of the Captains to blame for that prohibition. I fully agree that Orange was an absolute bastard, but you lot did secure him to the stretcher and flip him upside down - into the pool.
A point of order, we did not flip the stretcher upside down and drop Orange into the pool. We threatened to flip it upside down and drop him into the pool. He ended up in the pool after we untied him and got all the splints and C-collar and what not off him and after he made a smartarse comment about our instructor behind her back.
Ah. I stand corrected. He filed a complaint and produced the wet equipment as evidence. As the process for booting him had already started, the Colonel and I agreed that there was no need for an investigation.
It may interest you to know that the second Orange was dismissed from Spectrum training, that Instructor broke his nose.
@spectrumsoverworkedcmo Good news, that training exercise went very well, thank you for those supplies. Lessons were learned, there were no actual injuries, the arterial bleeding rig worked like a charm, and their trainer and I were able to carry on the fine tradition of 'make the most annoying student the example for immobilisation devices.' Unfortunately we're no longer allowed to do the next level of 'strap them onto the stretcher and test it by flipping it upside down', but he got the message quite quickly.
That's good to hear. I look forward to your report on their first aid capacity.
And you've only got yourself and the rest of the Captains to blame for that prohibition. I fully agree that Orange was an absolute bastard, but you lot did secure him to the stretcher and flip him upside down - into the pool.
A point of order, we did not flip the stretcher upside down and drop Orange into the pool. We threatened to flip it upside down and drop him into the pool. He ended up in the pool after we untied him and got all the splints and C-collar and what not off him and after he made a smartarse comment about our instructor behind her back.
Ah. I stand corrected. He filed a complaint and produced the wet equipment as evidence. As the process for booting him had already started, the Colonel and I agreed that there was no need for an investigation.
It may interest you to know that the second Orange was dismissed from Spectrum training, that Instructor broke his nose.
@spectrumsoverworkedcmo Good news, that training exercise went very well, thank you for those supplies. Lessons were learned, there were no actual injuries, the arterial bleeding rig worked like a charm, and their trainer and I were able to carry on the fine tradition of 'make the most annoying student the example for immobilisation devices.' Unfortunately we're no longer allowed to do the next level of 'strap them onto the stretcher and test it by flipping it upside down', but he got the message quite quickly.
That's good to hear. I look forward to your report on their first aid capacity.
And you've only got yourself and the rest of the Captains to blame for that prohibition. I fully agree that Orange was an absolute bastard, but you lot did secure him to the stretcher and flip him upside down - into the pool.
Inspired by @janetm74's quest to get Troy Tempest punched by as many people as possible
Colonel White steepled his fingers before his face as he stared at his officer, standing at attention before his desk.
Scarlet was rumpled but healed after a small fracas groundside in a civilian-but-popular-with-WASP bar, which itself had been after a joint exercise between their two organisations. Blue and Grey had also been involved - both in the exercise and in the fracas - and they would have been present but Fawn hadn’t released them yet and as the alleged instigator, the responsibility rested on Scarlet’s head.
“Why did you backhand Tempest?” he finally asked.
“With the relative positions of myself, Captain Blue, Captain Grey, the other officer, his buddies, and the furniture, I judged a backhand was the best tactical option,” was the crisp report.
The cheek of it would have gotten a smile from him if it hadn’t been for his years of command experience. “That’s not what I asked, Captain.”
“No, sir,” was Scarlet’s ready agreement.
“So tell me, Captain Scarlet, why did you hit him?”
Somehow Scarlet drew himself into an even stiffer ‘attention’. “Sir. I did not hit him when he and his buddies were unknowingly mocking Captain Grey when they discussed the captain of the first Stingray prototype. I did not hit him when they insulted Spectrum as an organisation. I did not hit him when he turned to insulting you personally, sir, nor did I hit him when he started insulting myself and Captains Blue and Grey. At that point Captain Blue, Captain Grey, and I attempted to deescalate the situation by removing ourselves from the area but the other officer continued to escalate. I hit him,” his jaw clenched, “because he insulted the Angels.”
“I see.” Privately, White was almost certain that list would have been half as long if it hadn’t been for Grey and Blue’s presence. He had already watched the security tapes, he knew his officer’s temper and the pride he had in Spectrum, and he also knew how short Scarlet’s fuse could get when someone started in on his favourite people. “What was the nature of this insult?”
“Sir, I am uncomfortable repeating it word for word but I will relay exactly what he said in my report on the incident. Tempest stated that the Angels are on Cloudbase for decorative purposes and,” Scarlet’s mouth thinned, “and to provide… entertainment for the male senior officers.”
“I see. Any mitigating factors in this situation?”
“They were drinking, sir. We were not, which appeared to trigger some of their commentary.”
Choosing to ignore the admission that Scarlet had information on Grey’s life before Spectrum - because this meeting was not about that - White sat back in his chair to consider what to do next. With that damning accusation against him, it was almost a surprise that the WASP officer was alive to complain. ‘Shore is generally a reasonable man, but unfortunately the person in question is one of his favourites and this little incident has stung WASP’s pride as well - my three gave Shore’s five a sound drubbing.’ Decision made, White took some time to pick his words - again, he knew his officer. “While your actions are understandable, I cannot condone inciting violence against other organisations, no matter how unacceptable their actions are. We cannot claim the high ground by sinking to their level. I believe it was George Bernard Shaw who had a rather pithy saying about ‘don’t mud wrestle with pigs, you’ll both get dirty and the pig likes it’ - but while we do not start fights, Captain, we do finish them.”
That got the barest twitch at the corner of Scarlet’s mouth. “Yessir.”
“In any case,” White continued, “despite any personal opinions that may be held on the matter, the forms must be observed. Along with your report I want a formal apology letter on my desk by 1800 and after your duty shift tomorrow you will be spending three hours as fetch-and-carry for Medical, they have a restock arriving at 2100.”
“Yessir.” Scarlet accepted it without reservation: they both knew that his punishment should have been much worse.
Y’know, I really don’t read fanfic, especially here on the hellsite, it’s usually a little strange reading about people you know or worse yourself… HOWEVER this work of art deserves to be published. 11/10. Outstanding. Flawless. Shakespeare himself wept tears of joy. The love button is not enough.
@cpt-scarlet-spectrum just saying, if you really loved me…
Agreed with you on all above points, @squidsinashirt
If something like that did happen, yes I would. In part because that commentary cannot be allowed to stand, and in part because the Angels would leave a smoking hole in the ground.
Obviously, that would not fly. But tis an act of kindness really when you put it like that. Like finally putting down that mange-ridden, three legged, one eyed dog that barks at nothing and stares off into the distance before it bites another one of its legs off… death by Angel would be too good for him anyway.
I disagree, Mister Tracy. Death by Angel sounds like ze perfect punishment for zat man in a scenario such as zis.
If an occurrence like zis ever did 'appen, Scarlet, I would pay good money to see it. We all would.
Not zat I'm condoning violence against a prominent member of another organisation. No, no, no! But fishes should not swim in seas that 'ave bigger fishes in zem, and zey certainly should not test ze bigger fishes' patience.
Out of curiosity, is it a 'thrice-cursed submarine' because of what happened with the prototype, because of who helms it, or because its a submarine in general?
It's thriced-cursed because that little shit once had the cheek to claim that it is more useful to global well-being than funding hospitals and medical research.
