#alvis scorpion

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1974 ad for Dinky Toys.

Model 690 - Scorpion Tank. This is the Alvis Scorpion, a light tank and armoured reconnaissance vehicle that had only recently come into service in 1973.

Model 1035 - Striker Anti-Tank Vehicle. This came from the same family of vehicles, Combat Vehicle Reconnaissance (Tracked), as the Scorpion. They shared a lot of components and are visually similar.

Model 1045 - Panavia Multi-Role Combat Aircraft (MRCA). Better known now as the Panavia Tornado. It first flew in 1974 but did not come into service until 1979 and I think the illustration here is slightly different to how it ended up looking. I don't know who came up with the Tornado name but it was nicknamed the 'Tonka' by the RAF.

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The FV101 Scorpion is a British Cold War light tank designed to be airlifted into global conflict zones. It features a 76mm main gun and aluminum armor, making it both a lightweight and fast reconnaissance vehicle. Authored by Will Dabbs for The Armory Life, the article details the Scorpion's historical significance, technical specifications, and various deployments, including during the Falklands War and the Gulf War. Known for being the fastest production tank, the Scorpion was widely exported beyond the UK to countries like Belgium, Iran, and New Zealand. Although Will Dabbs once dreamed of owning one, the practical challenges, including maintenance of its Jaguar engine, led to that dream remaining unfulfilled. Despite this, the Scorpion remains a desirable collectible due to its versatility, speed, and air transportability.

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#repost @liamalvy @a.good.sport Liam Alvy (United Kingdom, 1987-). First image is Siberian Tiger & scorpions, 2023, acrylic on canvas, 50 x 60 cm. Thanks to @marcelomlmendonca for the tip. I appreciate Alvy's contributions to feline and canine iconography in fields of painting and tattoos.

[laciebuncat]

Hello, here is a commission drawing I made in sketch and in digital for a friend from DeviantArt named LeafSoto she ask me to draw her original character Alvi Fv101 Scorpion.

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For Sale: An Alvis Sabre Light Tank – A Pandemic Proof Daily Driver?

For Sale: An Alvis Sabre Light Tank – A Pandemic Proof Daily Driver? #alvis #alvissabre #tank #military #dailydriver #british #jaguar #classiccar #vintagecar

This is an Alvis Sabre light tank and it’s historically notable for a couple of reasons, the most significant of which is that it’s directly based on the FV101 Scorpion light tank which holds the Guinness World Record for being the fastest production tank in the world – it achieved 82.23 km/h (51.10 mph) during testing. The Alvis Sabre Light Tank Interestingly the Alvis Sabre was never really…

[voituresetmotos]

Il y a 100 ans, cette entreprise a créé un nom dénué de sens et a commencé à fabriquer des voitures de pointe

Matt Brown Hier 12 h 00 • p Alvis 136.9K 21 Sauvegarder Vous savez quelle a été une belle décennie pour les voitures? Les années 20. Le dernier que je veux dire, pas celui dans lequel nous sommes dans une demi-semaine. Beaucoup de grandes voitures sont sorties des années 20, et quelques grandes sociétés automobiles. L'une de ces sociétés était Alvis, qui a commencé à fabriquer des voitures il y a presque exactement 100 ans et a mis en œuvre avec succès des technologies révolutionnaires qui sont courantes aujourd'hui. T.G. John and Company Ltd. était une entreprise manufacturière britannique fondée en 1919, fabriquant à l'origine des carburateurs et des scooters. L'année suivante, l'entreprise a commencé à fabriquer des voitures et en 1921, elle a changé son nom pour The Alvis Car and Engineering Company. Il est parfois suggéré que le nom est un portemanteau «d'aluminium» et «vis» - latin pour la force. Cependant, Geoffrey de Freville, l'homme qui est venu avec le nom a déclaré qu'il n'a pas de sens et qu'il a été choisi parce qu'il pourrait être prononcé dans n'importe quelle langue Les années 20 étaient vraiment super pour Alvis. Sa première voiture était l'Alvis 10/30 qui avait un moteur à quatre cylindres qui utilisait la lubrification sous pression pour les roulements principaux, une fonctionnalité avancée il y a cent ans. La voiture a connu un succès instantané et a établi la réputation de l'entreprise en matière de qualité et de performances En 1924, le moteur a reçu une came aérienne et la voiture est devenue l'Alvis 12/50. La première course de la voiture a eu lieu lors de la course JCC Brooklands de 200 milles où elle a terminé première. La production 12/50 était une voiture de sport réussie avec une gamme de carrosseries d'usine qui avaient différentes options de sièges et des toits ouverts ou fermés. Alvis n'a pas fait sa propre carrosserie. Comme de nombreuses sociétés automobiles haut de gamme à l'époque, il a externalisé la carrosserie aux nombreux carrossiers britanniques à proximité. Alvis 12/50 Photo: Fairfielder1920 () En 1928, Alvis a introduit la traction avant Alvis 12/75, une voiture avancée qui avait des freins avant intérieurs et un ventilateur Roots qui donnait à la voiture suffisamment de puissance pour 85 mph. La première boîte de vitesses entièrement synchronisée est venue de l'entreprise quelques années plus tard en 1933. Alvis 12/75 Photo: Valder137 () Au début de la Seconde Guerre mondiale, Alvis a commencé à construire des moteurs d'avion et du matériel militaire comme des chars. Il y a quelques années, les lecteurs de Jalopnik ont ​​déterminé que 80 000 $ étaient un bon prix pour l'un des chars Scorpion de la société. Après la guerre, Alvis a construit des voitures jusqu'en 1965, lorsque la société est devenue une filiale de Rover. J'ai trouvé une de leurs dernières voitures lors d'une croisière au Petersen Automotive Museum il y a quelques semaines. A 1952 Alvis TB 21. Le TB 21 est rare, il n'y en avait que 31 fabriqués, mais celui-ci est unique. Trente des TB 21 ont été construits en deux places avec volant à droite. Un prototype a été réalisé en conduite à gauche avec quatre sièges pour le marché américain, mais ils ont décidé de ne pas le produire. Voici cette voiture. Il a un moteur à poussoir droit de 3 litres développant environ 90 chevaux. La suspension avant est indépendante avec des bobines et l'arrière a des ressorts à lames. Comme toutes les bonnes voitures, cette ‘52 Alvis est conduite, souvent aux salons de l’auto et aux croisières. C'était un grand rappel qu'Alvis était une entreprise automobile innovante qui a fait ses débuts dans les années 20 et a continué à fabriquer de beaux véhicules pendant des décennies. Depuis 2012, Alvis fabrique ce qu'ils appellent des «voitures de continuation», qui sont ses anciennes conceptions de voitures dotées de technologies modernes comme l'injection de carburant. Cool, mais pas aussi cool qu'un vieil Alvis. Bien que, comme nous l'avons suggéré auparavant, ce ne soit peut-être pas une mauvaise façon de dépenser votre argent riche.

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Would Arvis’ stand be [Disco Inferno] ?

Never listened. I've thought about it. Candidates being King Nothing or Same Sun.King Nothing by Metallica reflecting Gen 2 Alvis....except JoJolion already has a King Nothing & King Nothing describes A LOT of characters in FE.Same Sun being based on "Under The Same Sun" by Scorpion reflecting Alvis's desire to live in a world w/o prejudice.

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29 Fentuary, 5A 169: A Swathe Through Asgarnia

I begin the day with a breakfast of freshly caught cod, then get going on the business that brought me here to Port Sarim: catching the ferry to Entrana to learn all I can about the whereabouts of the Holy Grail.  Of course, Entrana has strict policies on weapons, so before I board the boat, I use the deposit box conveniently located nearby to stow away my combat gear.

Once the ferry lands, I head straight for the basilica, and ask the High Priest there whether he knows anything of the Grail.  He does, it would seem: it did pass through the island some time ago.  However, it’s not here any more, and he doesn���t care enough to tell me where it went.  Just as I’m about to get on my way, to look around the island myself, an old crone who overheard my conversation with the High Priest pulls me aside, and tells me that if I’m in search of the grail, I’d best hurry: ‘A fisher king is in pain’.  Perplexed, I bid her explain, and she does, as best she can.  Apparently, the Grail has found its final resting place in the realm of someone called the Fisher King.  This realm is a pocket plane adjacent to ours, which can be entered at a point where the boundary between the planes is weakest, by blowing a magic whistle there.  This spot is marked by six great stone heads, whose gaze converges on the correct location.  Ah!  I think I know what heads she means!  But, I ask, who is the Fisher King?  She has little to say on this, only that he is ‘the owner and slave of the grail’.  I guess I shall have to find out myself.  As for the whistle: I can find it in a haunted manor in Misthalin (almost certainly Draynor Manor), but only if I’m carrying something from the Fisher King’s realm.  Hm, I guess the tablecloth Brother Galahad gave me might work?  Anyway, I doubt I’ll be able to find out any more here, so it’s probably time I left Entrana and got on with my adventures in the Eastern Kingdoms.

So I get not he boat and take it back to the mainland.  My plan now is to go down to Mudskipper Point and see what my old friend Thurgo can do to fix King Alvis’ ancient axe.  For this, I obviously need the axe, so I head up to Falador to retrieve it from the bank and get geared up again.  Also, I take out my catspeak amulet: assuming that Bob’s still wandering the world instead of staying at home, I may be able to track him down around here.  For the same reasons, I withdraw the enchanted key.  It’s noticeably warmer here than in Kandarin or on Karamja, but not warm enough to indicate treasure anywhere nearby.

In any event, I take the axe to Thurgo and explain that I need it restored.  Thurgo, naturally, takes an interest in the weapon, and asks me where, exactly, I might have gotten it.  I tell him it’s from Keldagrim, but spare him the embarrassing details of how I came by it.  Thurgo nods.  ‘We have not been to Keldagrim for a long time’, he says.  I ask him what he means by ‘we’— could there be more Imcando dwarves in hiding someplace?— but he claims it was a slip of the tongue and moves on to the details of the repair.  All he will need, he tells me, is an iron bar.  Okay, that’s very easy to procure.  I tell Thurgo I’ll be right back and go back up to Falador to fetch one from the bank.  Once I’ve got it, I return south using Remora’s pendant to save me a bit of time and hand the axe back to Thurgo, who fixes the corroded parts in very good time.  Like he said, the damage wasn’t as extensive as it appeared.  Thank you, Thurgo!

Okay, that’s one step closer toward the restoration of the statue… but getting the axe fixed was just one small item on the long list of tasks demanding my attention out here in the east.  My next moves shall be to the north of Falador, where I’ll be hunting for Bob, catching a scorpion, and deliver the compromise meal to Mudknuckles at the goblin village so that maybe, just maybe, I can free the Goblin Generals from the culinaromancer’s time snarl.

I find Bob by the moat of Falador Castle, thanks to the enchantment on the amulet, but he’s not too communicative.  He tells me he’d like to speak with another cat, and asks why I keep Minou in the care of the Bank of Gielinor.  This leads to a rather odd discussion in which Bb tries to convince me that cats are easily as hardy as sheep, and, indeed, were the second species brought over to Gielinor by Guthix.  That’s not what we were taught in school (what about the dwarves and gnomes?), but who knows?  Maybe cats really do have some insight there.

Anyway, I go to the bank once more and get Minou to come meet Bob with me.  This time, I let Minou explain the problem: while Bob has been wandering the world, Unferth has been missing him!  It turns out he hasn’t been home because he’s madly in love with a cat named Neite, all the way in Sophanem.  The problem is that Neite, while she has feelings for him, refuses to get into a relationship with a cat of no status.  Minou, ever practical, asks whether he knows who his parents were, but he doesn’t: he was abandoned at a young age and left on Gertrude’s doorstep, over by Varrock. In his earliest memories, it’s Gertrude who’s caring for him.  Minou comes up with the idea of visiting Gertrude and asking her what she knows about Bob’s origins.  As much as I’m not happy about playing matchmaker between two cats living almost a continent’s length away from each other, I guess I am kind of committed at this point, and might as well, seeing as Gertrude doesn’t live that far out of the way from the Grand Exchange, after all.

First things first, though: I need to deliver the rather unpalatable melange of ingredients I’ve collected to the Goblin Village kitchen.  The place, it turns out, is still in as bad a shape as it was when the cauldron exploded, but it seems that Mudknuckles likes it that way: he keeps collecting new ‘data’ and ‘results’ from the walls and ceiling, and fantasising about new culinary experiments.  I hand him the ingredients, which he beats into a sort of grey pulpy mush and hands to me, with the disclaimer that he can’t vouch for the idea working because the instructions from the generals made no sense.  (Even my choice of ingredients doesn’t reassure him.)  Well, I guess it’s better than nothing, right?  I’ll give it a go when next I’m in Lumbridge, and if it doesn’t work, I’ll see if I can’t think of something else.

Okay, next up: catching scorpions.  The seer back at Seers’ Village claims to have seen them both nearby, one at the monastery and one in a shop in Gunnarsgrunn.  I have my scorpion cage with me, and grab a holy symbol so I’ll be let into the monastery, which I make my first stop.  Once there, I first look around for the scorpion in the public areas, then, not finding it there, try to head up into the monks’ quarters.  As I try to climb the stairs, a monks stops me and tells me the obvious: that this area of the monastery is for monks only.  So I ask him if I can join the order, and to my surprise, he inducts me on the spot!  All I had to do was ask!  It seems that word of my exploits (the re-purification of the Salve, perhaps?) has spread further than I was expecting!

With the monk’s blessing, I head up to the private quarters, where I find a robe laid out for me.  More excitingly, I hear the scorpion skittering around!  Deftly, I track it down and trap it in my cage without having the other one run off, as well.  That leaves just one more, which I think I can get presently!  Before I leave, I pull over a monk to bless for some holy symbols that I brought for this purpose.  He does so, infusing the energies of Saradomin into them and thereby transforming them from moulded silver stars into talismans with the power to ward off evil!  Now, of course, I can sell them for a bit of profit.

There’s still plenty of daylight left, so: on to the next scorpion, this one in Gunnarsgrunn.  Or so the seer said: unfortunately, the delay between my talking to him and my arrival at the barbarians’ village proves, this time, to be telling.  Peksa, the owner of the helmet shop, admits to having had the scorpion in his possession when I ask him about it.  Unfortunately, he no longer does: he gave it away to his brother Iwor, who lives all the way out in the outpost by Baxtorian Falls.  (And by ‘gave it away’, he means ‘left it in his room so it would sting him’.)  Well, that’s disappointing, but I’ll keep an eye out for it the next time I’m there, assuming Iwor doesn’t squish it first!

But that’s a task for the future.  For now, given how close I am to Varrock, I’ve got other things on my mind: first of all, trading at the Grand Exchange, and then seeing what Gertrude knows about Bob.  And so, after consigning my pile of accumulated loot to a broker, I visit Gertrude for a spot of late-afternoon tea and a chat about cats.  Gertrude is pleased to see me— and Minou— looking happy and healthy.  Gertrude is happy to talk, as long as it’s not about death runes— she’s been hearing terrible rumours, and…

I assure her that it’s not about that, and that I came to her because of a cat she adopted some time ago.  Gertrude remembers Bob, but tells me she doesn’t know anything about his parentage: he was left on her doorstep by some locals, and she took care of him until he could take care of himself.  At some point, Minou loses patience with Gertrude’s anecdotes about Bob and yowls at me to demand Gertrude tell me what she knows.  (It’s quite a scene: I threaten Minou with amputation, Minou threatens me with a clawing, and I’m basically forced to get to the point.)  Gertrude’s memory still isn’t jogged, but Minou has an idea: is there a chance that Bob has some connection to the legend of Robert the Strong?  I must confess I’ve never heard that legend, so I ask Gertrude if she can tell it.  Much to Minou’s disdain, though, she doesn’t know it either, and suggests that I go speak to Reldo: if there’s anyone who knows it, it’ll be him.  Good idea!

Before I go, Gertrude tells me there’s something else I should know— some people I should meet are in town.  They’re rat catchers, she says, and they live in the sewers: she knows this because she had to drag her two eldest sons out of there recently.  (Yuck!)  Well, it’s another not-half-bad idea, since I’m already here.  But first, I return to the Exchange and begin to go down my long shopping list, purchasing a new talisman for runecrafting, this one imbued with cosmic energy, an adamantite hatchet to help me chop down trees more efficiently, and, perhaps most excitingly, a mithril, crossbow-fired grappling hook. with which I might just be able to create paths for myself in areas where there are none, like over walls and stuff!  Should be fun to try it out.

The last thing I do before nightfall is visit Reldo at the Varrock Palace library and ask him about Robert the Strong.  This is a figure Reldo is familiar with from some old histories of the Fourth Age, but he has to look it up: he doesn’t know the details off-hand.  In the books, it seems that Robert is known as a hero of Misthalin, taller than the tallest man and stronger than the strongest warrior.  He is said to carry a six-foot longbow and have as his pet a panther named Odysseus, and to be involved in a crusade against the dragonkin.  The book explains what these are: a race of tall, avian, immortal humanoids, who do not use their wings and cannot reproduce.  Because of their lack of breeding capacity, they shunned other races, and created debased versions of themselves to protect them: the creatures we now know as dragons.  Now, the information on this subject is old and unreliable, but Reldo believes there is a grain of truth in such folk-tales, waiting to be discovered.

Okay, that’s nice and all, I tell Minou, but how does that help us?  Minou seems to think, on the basis of the flimsiest of evidence (no one seems to know where Bob came from, based on the grand total of one person we’ve asked), that Bob may actually be Robert the Strong.  Um, what?  That’s so illogical as to beggar belief, but… Minou’s been right about things before, and when next I cross paths with Bob, I suppose I’ll ask him about it.  Most likely, he’ll agree that it’s a ridiculous theory and we’ll be back to square one.

Anyway, it will be nice to see Dororan and Gudrun again and sleep in a proper bed, and I can worry about this and everything else tomorrow.

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Tagging game

@nonfie tagged me for this smol game~ rules:answer 20 questions and tag 20 followers you would like to get to know better

Name: Eric Nickname: Nylfii  Zodiac Sign: Scorpion/Libra (I was born on a cusp) Chinese Zodiac Sign: Tiger Height: 178 cm From: Germany Orientation: Hetero, but always open for changes Favorite fruit(s): Melon and Kiwi Favorite season: Winter - When the world gets wrapped into snow, nature sleeps, everything is quiet and beautifully white outside. Favorite book: I don’t really have one favourite book, so I would say the Zelda manga series are my favorite books. Favorite animal(s): Otter, Wolf, Birds Favorite beverage: Fruity drinks, in cold times something warm and sweet like hot chocolate Avarage hours of sleep: 7-8 hours when school, 7-9 on weekends. Favorite fictional characters: Mercy and Symmetra from Overwatch; Link and Zelda from The Legend of Zelda; Shulk, Zanza and Alvis from Xenoblade Chronicles  Blog created: This blog was created on december/january I think? But my other blog (discontinued) was created around october/november when I was on holiday. Number of followers: According to tumblr - 7 (I only see 4 though). I do not have much followers at all, because I keep blocking those porn bots and I do not post things here regularly, I use tumblr more as a place to chill and browse art~ Bonus round:

Today’s music taste: Nothing specific, didn’t listen to music yet and don’t really feel like. Weapon of choise: If we are thinking unrealistic, then probably some psychic powers or controlling energy. If we are realistic, then a large knife or a wooden blade/spear. Secret superpower: I don’t have one 8c Recent fandoms you’re into atm: I’m not really into fandoms at the moment, but I like checking out Pharmercy and McHanzo (not the nsfw tho) from time to time Since I don’t really have much followers and @nonfie was already tagged, I will tag @justbreezybree

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Bullet No. 99 dated 31 December 1977. Frontline UK cover by Jeff Bevan.

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Warlord No. 384. 40 years ago today on 30 January 1982. Force Viper are the cover stars from the unmistakable pen of Ian Kennedy. Strips inside included Sergeant Rayker, Holocaust Squadron and Kampfgruppe Falken.

The Alvis Scorpion was the star of the back page Warlord Photo File feature. It was a light tank / reconnaissance vehicle used by the British Army from 1973 to 1994 approx. It was also the star of the Ian Kennedy drawn strip Frontline UK which ran in Bullet in 1976/1977.

DC Thomson.

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Frontline UK was a strip that ran in Bullet in 1976 and 1977. The UK has been invaded but the brave crew of one Scorpion are able to hold out against the forces of the Yellow Moon!

Written by WIlliam Corderoy. The art was initially by Ian Kennedy and when it returned after a break it was drawn by Clemente Rezzonico.

This was a nice 2014 collection of the complete strip from Steve Holland's Bear Alley Books. Always worth keeping an eye on their site for some of the collections they produce.

The cover image was also the cover for Bullet No. 88, dated 15 October 1977. It's by Ian Kennedy and is taken from a panel of his interior art all the way back in Bullet No. 33. The back cover comes from Ian's interior art in Bullet No. 42.

DC Thomson.

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The Light Tank with a Big Sting.

Battle Modern Master Plan No. 4 - The Alvis Scorpion.

From Battle Picture Weekly cover dated 1 May 1976.

Treasury of British Comics.

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Above - The FV101 Scorpion, designed and manufactured by Alvis is the back page feature from Warlord No. 30, 19 April 1975. Below, the Warlord Photo File for the Scorpion from the issue dated 30 January 1982.

DC Thomson.