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The Epic
Ballad of the Rebel Air Force =RAF=™
In a time long ago, when many here now were as yet unaware
that a virtual war of unprecedented ferocity raged between the
land of the AZ, BZ, and CZ, there was in the midst of that
terrible affray a small, but agile and potent force, officially
named Satns' Angels (after its devilishly clever leader), but
known to its friends as the Blue Angels, which strove to turn the
tide in the Pacific.
Two stalwarts, not unlike yourselves, joined the Blue Angels at
the zenith of its prowess and earned much honor and learned well
the ways of the warrior... one as a fighter pilot, the other as a
bomber pilot. But - unknown to these two neophytes (newbies as
they were sometimes then called) - the days of the Blue Angels
were numbered and, for reasons yet unclear to the scribes, that
squadron met its demise - just ceased to be. Bemused and somewhat disappointed, but sensing in themselves a readiness to lead, the
two friends shifted their efforts to the West, the European
theatre of operations, and there forged a new organization, one
vastly different from that of the Blue Angels, and ever so much
more deadly!!
The new group - The Warthogs - begun as a small fighter/bomber
squad swiftly emerged into a hierarchically arranged TRIAD-with
fighter, bomber as well as mechanized ground attack forces-each
fighting in separate, but well-coordinated groups that soon came
to completely dominate all that they travailed. The TRIAD swelled
to an irresistible behemoth of well over 30 well-trained warriors
capable of ravaging the enemy in any given encounter.
Soon, however, the thrill of victory and the thirst for
domination were slackened-overcome by a sense that something had
been lost in the disciplined, almost Prussian-like, regime which
had necessarily evolved to control this mammoth of destruction.
Bandit (=^=), the Warthog's supreme commander and Hellfyr (devl^), its co-founder, realized that in its successful wake the
triad had begun to destroy the 3 letter words that had thus far
ruled their hearts-JOY and FUN!! Coping with the twin evils of
bureaucracy and promotional rivalry had replaced the thrill of
battle as the chief occupier of their waking hours! Realizing
that the comradery of yore could not be sustained in such a
large, rigid and rank-ordered structure, they retired from their
creation at the apex of its glory passing on the reins of leadership to their worthy successors, Vadr and Helm.
Relentlessly the search continued for the better WAY. They ranged
the skies of Europe and the Pacific, now and again rejoining
their former squad mates for specific missions but also meeting
new warriors, some with skills greater and some with less, mostly
CZ, but also now AZ and BZ, such as YODA, RAVEN, CROWE, DONY,
1010, BECK and others, making new alliances. They strove to be
loyal and sharing friends to all who joined them in combat.
Having tasted both the raw power of an unstoppable war machine
worthy of a Sherman and the mobility and flexibility of a
guerrilla strike force, these friends, now know as Bandit
=JIM=(in rebellious contravention of long standing FCC
proscriptions) and OL' REB =DAG=, drew inspiration from those
small confederacies of rebel power that have so often in history
prevailed over greater odds, and a new configuration the =Air
Rebels= was born. Quickly, kindred spirits, Surf, Angel, Coyote,
Snipe, Mpink, joined as knights of a latter day roundtable,
Equals-Not Rivals, sharing both the thrill of victory and the
agony of defeat (albeit the latter being rare, indeed). All was
well.
Then it was that the cataclysm struck!! GREED-that domineering
dragon which lurks at the heart of the web and which destroyed
the Camelot of old, again reared its ugly visage. Many a fine
warrior, friend and foe alike (and all sorely missed) fell-struck
down by this putrific monster-vanished, perhaps never to be seen
or heard from again. The ways of relaxed realism were forever
altered as silver tribute by the hour was extracted by the beast
as the price for the continued pursuit of fun and joy!
Casting caution to the wind, the =Air Rebels= plunged
headlong-gamely into the eye of the Storm-emerging from that
maelstrom, computers intact, as the =Rebel Air Force= scarred,
but undiminished, in the full realization that others still
shared their vision of loyalty, dedication, esprit and comradery.
Undaunted they strive even as you behold these their works, to
instill that pride and spirit of chivalry in service to the cause
of all loyal Czlanders everywhere such as the Shillelagh, 13th
SAS, RTC, Ghosts, Nazgul, Avalanche and the Badcats, whose
dedication is and will ever rightfully be unquestioned. Hail the
Beginning and never the END!!
Welcome to the fray...
"Ol' Reb" (=DAG=)
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