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getting a Merlin on the P-40 is a good thing. The old hawk is sure to move better. When are the Americans going to develop the P-51? 
IRL it was developed a few years later, but in your reality it seems to be needed much, much earlier.
A good update, if I am to sing in tune with the others. I liked how you drew the character of Buck.
IRL it was developed a few years later, but in your reality it seems to be needed much, much earlier.
A good update, if I am to sing in tune with the others
. I liked how you drew the character of Buck.
Storey said:Skorzeny is a wimp. If you want real potential for an evildoer I'll take Duhrn anytime.
Couldn't agree more!
Neat update for the AAR.
-tiny possible spoiler alert-
Well... when the P-51? Depends when the Americans team up with the British and get the Rolls-Royce Merlin engines...
Historically that would be... June 26 1940.
-tiny possible spoiler alert-
Well... when the P-51? Depends when the Americans team up with the British and get the Rolls-Royce Merlin engines...
Historically that would be... June 26 1940.
Secret Stronghold of Fu Manchu
Somewhere in southwestern China, Pan-Asian Empire
March 21st, 1940
In the dark throne room, lighted by flaming torches and adorned only with tattered old war banners of a hundred wars, the black-clad dacoit kneeled before the throne of Fu Manchu.
‘Master, I… I don’t know how to say this…’
‘You should know by now I do not punish those who bring me bad news,’ Fu Manchu almost whispered, his voice silken but terrible. ‘So have you erred in some way and this is your pathetic attempt at avoiding punishment?’
‘No Master! I just do not know how to explain this matter to you and not seem deranged!’
‘I suggest you try. Now. You’re testing my patience.’
‘Yes Master! I was with one of the perimeter patrols, high in the mountains beyond the northern valley. As we passed by an ice grotto, a… a thing, a monster came out and attacked us! We fired, of course, and I think we hurt it slightly, but it still wiped out the entire patrol except me. It went to some pains to disarm me without killing me, and then it.. it spoke to me! It said that it was a messenger sent to parley with you, Master, and that it would wait for you on the agreed upon place! Then it sent me on my way! I’m telling the truth, Master, I swear it!’
‘I do not doubt it, except for one thing – you fired first, then this monster attacked. Is that not so?’
The dacoit seemed to concentrate, trying to remember. ‘I… yes, perhaps. But Master, this hideous thing suddenly came at us, we assumed it was attacking! Are you saying it wasn’t?’
‘I take it this monster was a bit like a giant spider, and yet not a spider at all?’
‘Yes! Yes, Master! You do know of these things then?’
‘I do. You have done well, slave, and will be rewarded. Now leave me!’
As the dacoit backed away, Fu Manchu clapped his hands sideways, in order to not entangle the long polished nails. A black-robed servant, the Mayor-domo of the stronghold appeared from behind the dark red curtains at the back of the room.
‘Yes Master?’
‘Prepare my sledge and an armed party. I must travel urgently to the Shrine of the Gates of Leng.’
The Shrine of the Gates of Leng
The Mayor-domo shuddered, but bowed his head. ‘Yes Master!’ After a few seconds, he dared ask ‘…but why would you wish to visit that cursed place, Master? I worry for you!’
Fu Manchu arched a long, thin eyebrow in amusement. ‘You’re like a mother hen, old friend. Do not worry. I travel there to meet an old ally – a very old ally who apparently needs to speak to me urgently. I will be in no danger… or not much, anyway. I cowed them once, and can do it again if needs be.’
Somewhere in southwestern China, Pan-Asian Empire
March 21st, 1940
In the dark throne room, lighted by flaming torches and adorned only with tattered old war banners of a hundred wars, the black-clad dacoit kneeled before the throne of Fu Manchu.
‘Master, I… I don’t know how to say this…’
‘You should know by now I do not punish those who bring me bad news,’ Fu Manchu almost whispered, his voice silken but terrible. ‘So have you erred in some way and this is your pathetic attempt at avoiding punishment?’
‘No Master! I just do not know how to explain this matter to you and not seem deranged!’
‘I suggest you try. Now. You’re testing my patience.’
‘Yes Master! I was with one of the perimeter patrols, high in the mountains beyond the northern valley. As we passed by an ice grotto, a… a thing, a monster came out and attacked us! We fired, of course, and I think we hurt it slightly, but it still wiped out the entire patrol except me. It went to some pains to disarm me without killing me, and then it.. it spoke to me! It said that it was a messenger sent to parley with you, Master, and that it would wait for you on the agreed upon place! Then it sent me on my way! I’m telling the truth, Master, I swear it!’
‘I do not doubt it, except for one thing – you fired first, then this monster attacked. Is that not so?’
The dacoit seemed to concentrate, trying to remember. ‘I… yes, perhaps. But Master, this hideous thing suddenly came at us, we assumed it was attacking! Are you saying it wasn’t?’
‘I take it this monster was a bit like a giant spider, and yet not a spider at all?’
‘Yes! Yes, Master! You do know of these things then?’
‘I do. You have done well, slave, and will be rewarded. Now leave me!’
As the dacoit backed away, Fu Manchu clapped his hands sideways, in order to not entangle the long polished nails. A black-robed servant, the Mayor-domo of the stronghold appeared from behind the dark red curtains at the back of the room.
‘Yes Master?’
‘Prepare my sledge and an armed party. I must travel urgently to the Shrine of the Gates of Leng.’
The Shrine of the Gates of Leng
The Mayor-domo shuddered, but bowed his head. ‘Yes Master!’ After a few seconds, he dared ask ‘…but why would you wish to visit that cursed place, Master? I worry for you!’
Fu Manchu arched a long, thin eyebrow in amusement. ‘You’re like a mother hen, old friend. Do not worry. I travel there to meet an old ally – a very old ally who apparently needs to speak to me urgently. I will be in no danger… or not much, anyway. I cowed them once, and can do it again if needs be.’
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nice .... now whats Durhm upto?? ...well I guess its actually a long time we heard something about Bond ....but Durhm is just SO cool ..."in a very bad evil necromantic sort of way"
Hmm interresting... Fu is not taken by surprise even with that Xan... Xu... what ever Duhrn is working with.
Skorzeny'll beat you up for that.Storey said:Skorzeny is a wimp. If you want real potential for an evildoer I'll take Duhrn anytime.
Joe
Uh-oh, sounds like Fu's got some ancient magical allies of his own, but will they be able to stand up to Xaltotaun and Duhrn? Unless Xal IS Fu's ancient ally, though i find that unlikely given the geography.
How on Earth do you look like a spider but are not a spider at all?
We might very well see the Allies (including Germany) and the Pan Asians clashing in different dimensions!
We might very well see the Allies (including Germany) and the Pan Asians clashing in different dimensions!
Fa Lo Sue's elite samourai or ninja warriors against Skorzeny's elite SS team in the Dreamland anyone ? :rofl:
Anyway, this AAR still rank among the very best ones !
Anyway, this AAR still rank among the very best ones !
anonymous4401 said:
Ditto ...
-keep up the good work Yogi, oh and should you ever stop by Aarhus, Denmark ... I'll gladly spend a beer on you for each of you great AARs keeping me in continual suspence as to when the next update will be ...
Esteemed readership, your debate about who the coolest villain is inspired me to ask for a little poll on your favourite character in the Fu Manchu saga.
So head over to the main forum and check it out!
So head over to the main forum and check it out!