Posted 02 November 2011 - 08:12 PM
				
				
				
					I guess that I'm one of the 'old' guys, not in the last age bracket but not that far off (sigh).
HEY RELL - at least your Thunderbolt still *HAS* hair ...(another sigh)
I'm still trying to figure out which creaks more ... me or my mech ... I think it's me ...
Just for grins, I found one of my old Yahoo Groups posts (dated: 05/07/2003) (wow-has it been *that* long already?) for your reading pleasure. So grab a chair you young-ins and whatever you're drinking and let me tell you about the time me and the guys were on patrol on ......
(DISCLAIMER:  The names of the people in the story have NOT been changed to 'protect the innocent' nor have they given me express permission to print it (grin))
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Striker Lead:  Lead to Lance.  Alright Ladies, Standard Formation Alpha-3.  Passive Radar, Short Range Comms only, keep your eyes and ears open.  They're out here, those b*stards.
Woodruff:  Striker One: Roger
Airwolf:   Striker Two: Roger
Hodson:    Striker Three: Affirmative
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Striker Lead:  Lead to Three, Over
Hodson:        Yeah Boss ?
Striker Lead:  You sure you're gonna be ok to run this op?  After all, it was *your* family that got banged up by those b*stards during their last raid.
Hodson:        I'm *frosty* Boss.
Striker Lead:  Just keep it that way, MechWarrior, I don't want anyone who isn't going to keep a level head on my lance. Got that mister?
Hodson:        Roger that.
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Woodruff:      YO! Picking up something, it's *real* faint.  Bearing: 225 relative.
Striker Lead:  One, Identification.
Woodruff:      Impossible at this range.
Striker Lead:  Alright, Two, take point, let's go check it out.
Airwolf:       D*mn, again?... how come I'm always the lead *target* ?
Striker Lead:  Cause *you're* always finding your way onto my sh*t list.
Airwolf:       What'd the hell did I do *this* time ???
Striker Lead:  Remember that little brunette from last week?
Airwolf:       Do I ever ... Cynthia ... talk about *HOT* ... can't wait to hook up with her again ... what about her... jealous ???
Striker Lead:  Not in the least.  Her father came to see me later that night.
Airwolf:       Hey!!! I didn't touch her!!!  I didn't do *ANYTHING*
Striker Lead:  Whoa ... throttle down ... I know you didn't ... he was just concerned about his daughter ...
Airwolf:       As he *should* be ... Boy if I ever get a chance to get a target lock on that one ... talk about a target of *opportunity* ...
Striker Lead:  *ANYWAY*... I told him: Bro, it'll be ok...that boy'll behave himself ....
Airwolf:       ... beautiful eyes, sweet full lips, incredible body ... waitjustaminute ... "Bro" ... "BRO"?!?!?!? ... as in ...
Striker Lead:  Yup, she's my niece ...
Woodruff:      (LOUD LAUGHTER)
Hodson:        (BARELY RESTRAINED CHUCKLE)
Airwolf:       (DEAD SILENCE)
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Airwolf:       AW HELL !!!
Striker Lead:  Two ... Report
Airwolf:       Picking up a lance of mechs ... a Phoenix Hawk, a Griffin, Jenner, and a ...... Warhammer
Woodruff:      D*mn ... not good ... we're seriously out-gunned and out-tonned
Airwolf:       No sh*t, ... Sherlock ....
Striker Lead:  Shutup Two ... Have they noticed us yet?
Airwolf:       No, I don't think ... (WHAM) (STATIC)
Airwolf:       I'M HIT !!! THEY'VE SPOTTED US!
Woodruff:      No sh*t, ... Sherlock ....
Striker Lead:  Alright ladies, time to earn those paychecks
Striker Lead:  Three ... where the hell do you think you're going ? Three... THREE!!! Report!!!
Airwolf:       D*mmit ... newbie ... cracked under pressure ... and *WE'RE* the ones that are going to pay for it..
Striker Lead:  SHUT UP TWO!  One, did you see where Three went.
Woodruff:      He ran into the woods...can't tell his exact position... too much interference.
Striker Lead:  Sh*t, alright ... defensive retreat ... make it expensive for them to come after us.
Woodruff:      Roger That
Airwolf:       Roger
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Striker Lead:  Lead to Lance, Give me a SitRep...
Woodruff:      I'm ok Boss, nothing's breached.... Armor's getting pretty thin though.
Airwolf:       Easy for *you* to say... I'm breached in both side torsos ... and a frozen leg actuator....(CRACKLE) (STATIC)
Woodruff:      STRIKER TWO IS DOWN.   Looks like ... d*mn ... they blew his left leg off.
Striker Lead:  Two, Report!
Airwolf:       (STATIC)
Woodruff:      Hate to say this Boss, but we need to get the hell out of here...now ....
Striker Lead:  Sh*t...dammit ... full retreat...
Woodruff:      They've reached Striker Two's position ... D*mn, looks like the Warhammer's gonna deliver the coup-de-grace.
Striker Lead:  Jesus Chri....(THUMP)
Woodruff:      What the hel....Holy shi ... the Warhammer....the head ... it's ... gone.
Striker Lead:  Three ... THREE!!! What the hell are you doing!?!??!?  REPORT!!!!
Hodson:        *THAT'S* for my mother ...
Striker Lead:  GODD*MMIT ... THREE ... REPORT!!!
Hodson:        I'm *frosty* Boss.
Woodruff:      He's engaging...
Striker Lead:  Sonofab*tch ... alright ... concentrate fire on whatever Three isn't engaging...keep them off his back...let's go.
Hodson:        *THAT'S* for my sister ...
Striker Lead:  Three ... Status ...
Hodson:        I'm *frosty* Boss.
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(((=== EPILOGUE 1 ===)))
Woodruff:      So Boss ... We keeping him? ... or is he toast ???
Striker Lead:  Who ... Hodson? ... *I'm* keeping him ... the base commander was about to court-martial him for dereliction of duty, disobeying orders, etc, etc, etc.  But he *did* turn the tide of that battle, we picked up 4 relatively clean mechs in the salvage and he saved Airwolf's sorry *ss.
(((=== EPILOGUE 2 ===)))
Hodson:     Yo Airwolf, how's the leg?
Airwolf:    It's a little bit better now....I'll tell you one thing though...It was one HELL of a feeling having your mech's leg blown off... that neurohelmet feedback ... felt like my own leg was torn off.
Airwolf:    Hey, Hodson ...
Hodson:     Yeah ?
Airwolf:    Thanks man ... I owe you one
Hodson:     No problem ... Just make sure to come save *MY* *ss when I need it
Airwolf:    Anytime, pal....anytime
Airwolf:    Hey...I just found out something that you might be interested in...
Hodson:     What?
Airwolf:    Cynthia's got a sister ... a year younger than her ... (grin)
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And there you have it boys -- hope you learned something ... like don't get on your Lance Lead's bad side ... *VERY, VERY IMPORTANT*
And in case some of you were wondering about Cynthia ... yup ... married her ... now *I* wouldn't have called it a shotgun wedding or anything like that ... but there *was* this LBX-20 ....