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Spriggs27 said
LoL so the pistol is more dangerous to the shooter, than the person your aiming it at, Damn, I'm totally glad I gave Briggs double barrels, your only safe a certain distance away from her.

For most pilots, yeah that's the case, since it's what they're ordered to do in the event of such a situation. Although Garrett is the sort of guy who would fight to the last breath (possibly Hal too). So expect them to go guns blazing before they have to off themselves XD.

Despite her weapon, I think Briggs should still stay away from ground combat (as squads of riflemen out-range any other gun of the time-period). Close-Quarter-Combat on the Pegasus though... Enemies would be wise to stay away from the engine room with Briggs around XD

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Spriggs27 said
Actually most pistols back then were very bad a hitting their targets from range with miss fire, which is one of the reasons why I have Briggs using a pair of sawed off double barrels, usually the paces were shorten down, and my favorite duel was the family guy duels

one was a duel where they slapped each other when the man was finished counting and said turn.

the second was Willam hole in the torso verses a guy that had a large block like torso, the block guy missed and began moving around back and forth.

In my head, the pistols issued to Garrett and Hal have two uses:

1. To at least have some form of protection in case they crash or get stranded in hostile territory.
2. To shoot themselves before they get captured/tortured by the enemy. Or before they die from starvation, frost, heat, or any other environmental hazard.

In a way, it goes in line with the Royal Navy's prejudice that airplanes are useless compared to airships, and do not expect pilots to live very long in combat situations.

As for duels... I found that one Simpson's episode pretty funny. Where Homer randomly challenged people to duels in order to get them to give in to his wishes. Until of course he challenged some Texan guy who was a "professional duelist". It had this build-up towards the climactic fight between them and well... Let's just say it ended with Homer getting some lead in his stomach immediately after the countdown XD

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RumikoOhara said
Good enough
Oh and the accepted number of shots was usually no more than three and honor considered satisfied, more than three was considered barbaric

That's interesting to know =). You are a walking encyclopedia of UK information, and I mean that in a good way XD

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RumikoOhara said
Pistols at 30 paces LOL
If he apologizes then no worries, in fact Rich isn't really that interested in killing or injuring the Pilot but as an officer and gentleman he's required to address any slight on his uniform especially as a new commander of the ships complement

That reminds me, I've seen a couple of guys do a duel with nerf guns at 30 paces. They missed each other about 5 times till they agreed on just 10 paces. Most entertaining duel I've ever seen XD. Ok, I guess Garrett could just apologize. He's not really the type to make enemies anyhow. Unless of course you meet him while riding in a French plane at above 10,000 feet...

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RumikoOhara said
I actually love the Time period
I especially love the colorful military uniforms of the time LOL

Yes, I can see that, Rumiko XD. The people of that time really knew how to look like gentlemen. I'm still trying to figure out how Garrett can possibly sort out this situation he inadvertently got himself into, with his carefree attitude

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RumikoOhara said
Oh and I must ask; Am I to assume that there will prevail an informality aboard ship which is not as would be expected by the standards of the time period?

I ask this because if it is a less formal social structure then Richard will only be mildly annoyed by comments on his uniform, if it is formal then I must weigh the response to the insult

Under the codes outlined in the "II Duello" or "The Courte of Ciuill Courtesie" if a gentleman is insulted then he is obliged to challenge or his honor is in question then an forever more.

In the 1780s, Research shows that the largest group of later duellists were military officers, followed by the young sons of the metropolitan elite.

Pistols were common but the sword still saw it's use as well

Richard wouldn't demand immediate satisfaction due to the ship's mission but would want it known that on completion that he be given satisfaction or apology

Oh boy... I wasn't intending for Garrett to duel anyone this early on . I guess I should have done more research on the time period...

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"Gentlemen. The airships below are experimental, as you probably surmised. The Royal Navy could've had a frigate for the cost of the lot of them. What you do on this mission will determine whether production proceeds or not. I will not be able to give direct commands in the heat of battle, so I will expect you to use your best judgement when engaging the enemy- if we engage the enemy at all." Captain Lorraine said.

"We'll do our damn best sir. Just point us at the enemy and tell us how many explosions you want to see." Garrett said with a grin, still saluting.

"Our chief engineer will be able to offer you assistance in any retrofits you'd like to make to improve the craft- if you ask her nicely." The Captain continued as he gestured at the half-African woman with purple hair. "Don't worry, as long as you don't do anything to piss me off, you won't have to worry about modifications, just ask and I'll do what I can, but don't expect me to bring you back from the grave if you crash and burn to the ground or ocean, and if you do survive that don't expect me to fish your ship or ass out of the ocean, or to fix it if it's beyond repair."

Garrett dropped his salute and chuckled. "If that's so, then you have absolutely nothing to worry about. Just bring us what we ask and we'll bring the bird back in one piece. No French plane has shot us down yet, and we're not going to start now." He said.

Turning to the side, he saw a formally dressed officer in red saluting near the captain. Garrett could see from all of his medals that he was a highly experienced soldier, brandishing medals from Trafalgar and other battles. "If you don't mind me suggesting, friend, you best keep those medals away when we're in battle. You might lose them, and the enemy isn't going to hesitate shooting you just because you have them pinned on your chest" Garrett said jokingly.

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I'd hate to ask this but... Is this officially dead now?

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When Garrett and Hal first arrived aboard the HMS Pegasus, their first stop was, of course, the plane hangar of the ship. They wanted to get a close look of their new aircraft, the "Bronze Albatross". It was large, yet also aerodynamically speedy. The only weapons installed at the moment were the machine-guns on the wings. Although, the list given to them outlined much more equipment that their plane could bring into battle. Garrett looked around while Hal hopped into the Albatross. All around them, other pilots were checking and making adjustments to their planes. The hangar appeared to be able to carry a small group of three planes. The amount was nowhere near that of the squadrons on the HMS Orca, but Garrett never did trust in numbers winning a fight.

"Garrett! The manual didn't lie. This thing has far more controls than our previous fighters." He said. Garrett simply chuckled. "Then we better start memorizing then." He said. Hal climbed out of the aircraft and took another look at it. "The Royal Navy isn't keen on funding plane manufacturing just yet. Part of the reason our jobs were created was to prove their effectiveness. Are we really up to the task...?" Hal thought out loud. Garrett simply replied with a strong pat on the back of his head. "If you keep thinking like that, we won't be. It's not our responsibility to make planes look good. Our responsibility is to The Crown. All we have to do is to do our jobs the best we can. If planes really aren't as useful as airships, then there's nothing we can do to change that. If they are, then we'll show them in a good light from simply doing what we were told to do." He explained, trying to ease his co-pilot's anxiety.

Hal nodded. "I suppose you're right." He said. "Of course I am! Now come on, we better report to the Captain of the ship before he has a fit." Garrett replied, walking towards the ladder at the end of the hangar.

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Upon emerging onto the deck of the ship, The two pilots were immediately greeted with the London smog. "The high-altitude suits would be of use on ground-level with this sort of air..." Hal exclaimed. "Just wait till we're in the air. One of the best parts of flying is that the smoke can't reach you." He replied.

They managed to spot a formally dressed man at the helm of the ship. He appeared to be conversing with a purple-haired female. They assumed he was the captain. Climbing up to the helm, the two saluted at the man. "Are you Captain Lorraine?" Garrett asked. "Fighter Pilots Garrett Ulman and Hal Carson reporting for duty, sir." He continued. Whether it was really the captain or not, it would be wise to show respect to the crew of the vessel. After all, they barely knew any of them, and it would be wise to give a good impression.

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Just a question but... what do the automaton soldiers look like? Would they be designed to be humanoid, like this. Or are they built to be grotesque machines, like this