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Modèle / Model : Renault Master II
Affectation / Assignment : Centre Français de Secourisme (CFS) de Paris / French Center of First Aid of Paris
Fonction / Function : Véhicule de Premiers Secours à Personnes (VPSP) / Vehicle of First Aids to People
Ré-immatriculation / Re-registration : 2007
Équipementier / Maker : Collet
Indicatif / Indicative : D5
VP-CFS
Airbus Helicopters EC155B
Brac & Forth
Built 2000
C/N 6580
Never seen this before but it may have a BC connection. It has been backwards and forwards to Penticton a few times and if flightaware is correct, direct to the hospital helipad and sometimes even between there and YYF airport. A little googling comes up with a gentleman building a large property development in Cayman Brac, who is German but grew up in BC and went to UBC and seems to own a property in Naramata, so he could be somewhat local. www.castanet.net/news/Penticton/349541/Giant-metal-T-rex-...
Formerly N111WR, N604FD and N711GN
Only 16k on the clock at it's MOT in 2014, which then roughly doubled by the time of last year's test.
CF4422, somewhat new at the time leads a Qube grain train down to Wollongong from somewhere out west passing Rockdale
This is my category A (ground battle) build for the current Factions episode on Eurobricks. I'm building with the CFS.
Day 1 of CFS Involvement in the Pyerce Affair.
When the Empire fell, not everyone was happy to see them go. Was Fondor one of them? Well, when the second Death Star exploded into tiny pieces, and people across the galaxy celebrated, Fondor’s security force put down the demonstrations as “disturbances of the peace.” So what do you think?
Alright, I’ll be blunt: there are a lot of people on Fondor giddy at the thought of being ruled by the first Imperial Warlord that shows up on their doorstep.
Pyerce fits the bill.
While Pyerce’s Insurrection schmoozed the Fondor government, foot soldiers moved into the streets to quell any anti-Imperial sentiment. The slums, the old warzones, ruins and industrial areas. Y’know, places where people live. You can bet it was a shock for the locals to see those gleaming helmets again. Different, but not enough that it didn’t bring back bad memories.
A couple of meetings behind closed doors and it’ll be like the last few years never happened. Most people on Fondor weren’t exactly happy about it, and they were keen to let the higher-ups know it. They took to the streets with banners and signs, while Stormtroopers played with their triggers and the pro-Imperial citizens tried to block their way. Things were getting testy.
That’s where we come in. What’s the CFS doing on Fondor during a political coup? Well, not all of us have the patience to be farmers, as much as we love the spirit of the colonies. We get antsy if we’re not out doing something a little more direct to spread our beliefs.
Core belief being displayed today? Tyranny sucks.
Coordinating with local resistance, we launched strikes on government and Pyerce targets. Undermining surveillance, breaking up meetings, destroying outposts.
“Why so much violence?” you ask, while I look at you like you’ve sprouted the head of a Gundark. “They’re just holding meetings, right?”
I hate that we have to fight anyone. I hate that people believe the lies they hear and make the decisions they do. If only they could get a glimpse of colony life, maybe they’d change their minds. But we’re not in the colonies. We’re on a pro-Imperial world, where an Imperial warlord is goose-stepping into a power vacuum.
Have you forgotten what the Empire was like? If we let this go too far, it’s not so easy to stop. Evil like the Empire—the kind that seems polite—thrives because people try to treat it with civility. Talk to me about civility when some crisp uniform is pulling you away from your family on suspicion of “rabblerousing”. Well, ordering some stormtrooper pull you away. They’d never actually do it themselves. I might have fleas, after all.
We’ve got a small team, all of us from CFS Battle Group Andor, a tiny intelligence unit stationed aboard the market ship CFS Peace and Quiet. The fish-man is in charge: Captain Kelp, scariest Mon Calamari I’ve ever met. Bit crusty around the gills. He’s furious that there even are Pro-Imperial planets, much less that we have to step foot on one. I think he feels like these places are a lost cause, waste of time. Maybe the noise from the protests in the streets could convince him otherwise.
Our tech guy is Rorgarr, a Wookie. I have a hunch his fur might be a lighter color than anyone’s ever actually seen—he’s perpetually stained with oil, so we’d never know. The furball and I get along; maybe because we’ve got a common ancestor somewhere. Sometimes he teaches me Shyriiwook (I’m getting there) and we discuss how we’re feeling about things. We see a lot. Feels good to open up, lean on someone you can trust. Makes you feel safer in the field, too.
And me? I’m Fenree Kel. I’m not really much more than an extra gun and set of eyes, but leadership knows I’m committed. I’ve spent years throwing my life into the cause, first against the Emperor, now against whatever lowlife tries to repaint his banner. I’d give my life to keep these people free. I know that sounds idealistic—hokey, even—but I’ve stared down enough E-11s that I know it’s true. That used to scare me. Not anymore. Rorgarr helped me process some of that, that lovable sponge.
As for the plan, it’s pretty simple: While the protestors clash with the Pro-Imps and Pyerce’s troops, we’re going to take down a listening post that’s tracking protest coordination and receiving communication from the orbital blockade. They won’t see us coming, and once it’s gone, they won’t see anything else coming either.
Some wordplay, there. I’ve got a good bite, but my bark is surprisingly sophisticated, too.
The tricky part is this: once we’ve loosened Pyerce’s grip planetside, there’s no reason they won’t blast the karf out of Fondor City. That’s where the timing comes in: the CFS Peace and Quiet is supposed to arrive by the end of the day with a few cruisers to engage Pyerce’s ships in orbit. They get here too late and we get bombed. Too early and the ground forces go into high alert, and protestors get shot. It’s a narrow window, but there’s no one I’d rather rely on than Admiral Yima. He’s a weird old guy, but he knows what he’s doing.
Alright, focus up. Fighting for freedom here.
Blow up the tower. Fight Pyerce’s guys. Clear the path for the Auxillary fleet.
Traffic Technician, Cpl Windeler guides a CC-130 Hercules aircraft from 436 Transport Squadron at CFS Alert, Nunavut on June 18, 2021.
Photo: Sergeant Vincent Carbonneau, Canadian Forces Combat Camera
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Le Cpl Windeler, technicien des mouvements, guide un avion CC-130 Hercules du 436e Escadron de transport à la SFC Alert, au Nunavut, le 18 juin 2021.
Photo : Sergent Vincent Carbonneau, Caméra de combat des Forces canadiennes
Firefighter, Corporal Scott Butler stows a fire hose during a training exercise at CFS Alert, Nunavut on June 18, 2021.
Photo: Sergeant Vincent Carbonneau, Canadian Forces Combat Camera
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Le caporal Scott Butler, pompier, range un tuyau d’incendie lors d’un exercice d’entraînement à la SFC Alert, au Nunavut, le 18 juin 2021.
Photo : Sergent Vincent Carbonneau, Caméra de combat des Forces canadiennes
Het door de CFS aangelegd 60cm smalspoorlijntje is ongeveer 700m lang. Het ligt op de bedding van de voormalige normaalsporige NMVB lijn van Poulseur naar Trooz. Helaas kruist deze met de E25 waardoor de lijn niet verder aangelegd kan worden.
Imagine living with constant fatigue & pain.
Each pair of shoes tells the story of a person with CFS.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chronic_fatigue_syndrome
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