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Faeelin: It always cracks me up. I mean, there's always someone there, even for paraguay.
Konig15: Glad you like it
Sokraates: Heh, welcome aboard!
Snugglie: Great! And wow! Bluto's appearance really drew a reaction! Fear not...his role isn't done yet!
likk9922: Thanks! Hopefully I can continue to amuse you
germanpeon: Thank you. I like the mad general, so I am pleased his lines are working
Treppe: Now all I need to do is find some pics of a good Landship!
PANGI: and a happy bz to you too!
Murmurandus: Hooray!
Konig15: Glad you like it
Sokraates: Heh, welcome aboard!
Snugglie: Great! And wow! Bluto's appearance really drew a reaction! Fear not...his role isn't done yet!
likk9922: Thanks! Hopefully I can continue to amuse you
germanpeon: Thank you. I like the mad general, so I am pleased his lines are working
Treppe: Now all I need to do is find some pics of a good Landship!
PANGI: and a happy bz to you too!
Murmurandus: Hooray!
The Setting: A Boardroom in Praha. It is still 1 January 1936
Frantisek felt distinctly uncomfortable as he prepared to introduce the department chiefs. After all, the Army’s presentation was unquestionably the best of the 4 and, well, it hadn’t turned out fantastic.
“Right, well, I would like to introduce to you Air General Joseph Frantisek, Chief of Staff for the Air Force.”
The man stood, with a flourish, his heels clicking together smartly as he saluted the President. “Air General Frantisek at your service, sir!”
“Is…is that a flight suit you are wearing General?”
“It is indeed sir. As commander of the Air Force, I feel I should lead by example. Therefore, I am prepared to hop into the cockpit at a moment’s notice, ready to defend the honor and soil of my beloved Czechoslovakia.”
…
“But. But the Air Force does not have any planes and won’t until the Interceptor Contracts are awarded. Besides your personal salary, there isn’t even an Air Force budget or portfolio. How exactly do you plan to ‘hop into the cockpit at a moment’s notice’?”
Undaunted, the fly-boy struck a heroic pose. “It’s more of a metaphysical hopping into the cockpit. You know, kind of a ‘I’m ready to fight no matter what, even though I don’t have an airplane. Or a gun. Or any sort of basic weapons training at all.’ You know. Kind of a…well…I mean. The ladies dig it.”
“And the fact that your flight suit is clearly a Polish military uniform?”
His ears reddened, the earlier bravado gone, the Air General sat down. “It’s a Halloween costume.”
For just a moment, Edouard felt pity for the Air General. As he looked closer, it became apparent the uniform was a fake. The boots were clearly plastic covers and the Air Force Chief’s tattered loafers were visible underneath. Most of the pockets were clearly drawn on and in the quiet of the room, the rustling of the vinyl suit was much more apparent. Poor guy, thought Edouard, it’s not his fault there isn’t anything for him to do yet. Maybe he’ll turn out useful after all.
“Um. Well done Air General and carry on,” Edouard said awkwardly before turning his attention towards the last two gentlemen yet to speak.
The Air General morosely fiddled with the harness for his flight suit. Crafted from several belts, buckled together ingeniously and painted black, it was his favorite part of the suit and had taken several hours to craft. The rear strap was riding up something fierce, but sometimes that was the price one had to pay to lead the second most powerful branch of the Czechoslovakian military machine. He idly wondered as the room erupted into chaos if real pilots used harnesses at all.
Frantisek felt distinctly uncomfortable as he prepared to introduce the department chiefs. After all, the Army’s presentation was unquestionably the best of the 4 and, well, it hadn’t turned out fantastic.
“Right, well, I would like to introduce to you Air General Joseph Frantisek, Chief of Staff for the Air Force.”
The man stood, with a flourish, his heels clicking together smartly as he saluted the President. “Air General Frantisek at your service, sir!”
“Is…is that a flight suit you are wearing General?”
“It is indeed sir. As commander of the Air Force, I feel I should lead by example. Therefore, I am prepared to hop into the cockpit at a moment’s notice, ready to defend the honor and soil of my beloved Czechoslovakia.”
…
“But. But the Air Force does not have any planes and won’t until the Interceptor Contracts are awarded. Besides your personal salary, there isn’t even an Air Force budget or portfolio. How exactly do you plan to ‘hop into the cockpit at a moment’s notice’?”
Undaunted, the fly-boy struck a heroic pose. “It’s more of a metaphysical hopping into the cockpit. You know, kind of a ‘I’m ready to fight no matter what, even though I don’t have an airplane. Or a gun. Or any sort of basic weapons training at all.’ You know. Kind of a…well…I mean. The ladies dig it.”
“And the fact that your flight suit is clearly a Polish military uniform?”
His ears reddened, the earlier bravado gone, the Air General sat down. “It’s a Halloween costume.”
For just a moment, Edouard felt pity for the Air General. As he looked closer, it became apparent the uniform was a fake. The boots were clearly plastic covers and the Air Force Chief’s tattered loafers were visible underneath. Most of the pockets were clearly drawn on and in the quiet of the room, the rustling of the vinyl suit was much more apparent. Poor guy, thought Edouard, it’s not his fault there isn’t anything for him to do yet. Maybe he’ll turn out useful after all.
“Um. Well done Air General and carry on,” Edouard said awkwardly before turning his attention towards the last two gentlemen yet to speak.
The Air General morosely fiddled with the harness for his flight suit. Crafted from several belts, buckled together ingeniously and painted black, it was his favorite part of the suit and had taken several hours to craft. The rear strap was riding up something fierce, but sometimes that was the price one had to pay to lead the second most powerful branch of the Czechoslovakian military machine. He idly wondered as the room erupted into chaos if real pilots used harnesses at all.
The Setting: A Boardroom in Praha. It is still 1 January 1936
Edouard’s attention was now focused on the last two men, sitting together at the end of the table. Machnik’s mouth was dry. He really did not want to introduce them. He wished the meeting was already over and he was back in his comfortable office drinking away the memories of this humiliating day. With obvious trepidation, he turned to Edouard.
“Finally, sir, allow me to introduce the Chief of the Navy, Admiral Antonin Hasal and the Director of Intelligence, Boris Trumper.”
“Well then. Gentlemen, I have some questions for you. Especially you, Mr. Hasal…”
The two men leapt to their feet, “tssst…no interrupties Mr. President, we have our presentation to do first.” The men moved their chairs to the side, to make sure there was enough room for both. Then they burst into song.
***sing to the tune of Ella Fitzgerald’s “A Tisket A Tasket”***
I’m Hasal I’m Boris
Together we’re a chorus
We work all day for little pay
To guard our nation’s borders
We guard it
We guard it
Faith-fully we do guard it
With Ships of Steel and Spies…so…um…Real!
To keep the Germans out of it
I am Boris Tru-um-per Chief o’ Intel
Got spies all around
They go peek peek peeking all around
Krauts got 55 divs on the ground.
They got them
They got them
And a few bomber wings too
But their Navy really outclasses ours, oh what can we do?
I am Antonin Hasal, Chief of the Navy
(The Navy, The Navy, The Navy, The Navy)
Oh dear we need some ships around, dreadnoughts would be spiffy
(Or submarine, submarine, submarine, submarine)
Oh why do we care so little for the fleet of C-Z?
The great Navies of other powers are such a joy to see
I’m Hasal I’m Borus
We like to sing in chorus
We need more ships and spying trips
To help safe-guard our borders
…
…
…
…
Edouard rose and walked out of the room without a word.
Antonin leaned over to Boris and whispered with glee, "we wowed him good!"
Edouard’s attention was now focused on the last two men, sitting together at the end of the table. Machnik’s mouth was dry. He really did not want to introduce them. He wished the meeting was already over and he was back in his comfortable office drinking away the memories of this humiliating day. With obvious trepidation, he turned to Edouard.
“Finally, sir, allow me to introduce the Chief of the Navy, Admiral Antonin Hasal and the Director of Intelligence, Boris Trumper.”
“Well then. Gentlemen, I have some questions for you. Especially you, Mr. Hasal…”
The two men leapt to their feet, “tssst…no interrupties Mr. President, we have our presentation to do first.” The men moved their chairs to the side, to make sure there was enough room for both. Then they burst into song.
***sing to the tune of Ella Fitzgerald’s “A Tisket A Tasket”***
I’m Hasal I’m Boris
Together we’re a chorus
We work all day for little pay
To guard our nation’s borders
We guard it
We guard it
Faith-fully we do guard it
With Ships of Steel and Spies…so…um…Real!
To keep the Germans out of it
I am Boris Tru-um-per Chief o’ Intel
Got spies all around
They go peek peek peeking all around
Krauts got 55 divs on the ground.
They got them
They got them
And a few bomber wings too
But their Navy really outclasses ours, oh what can we do?
I am Antonin Hasal, Chief of the Navy
(The Navy, The Navy, The Navy, The Navy)
Oh dear we need some ships around, dreadnoughts would be spiffy
(Or submarine, submarine, submarine, submarine)
Oh why do we care so little for the fleet of C-Z?
The great Navies of other powers are such a joy to see
I’m Hasal I’m Borus
We like to sing in chorus
We need more ships and spying trips
To help safe-guard our borders
…
…
…
…
Edouard rose and walked out of the room without a word.
Antonin leaned over to Boris and whispered with glee, "we wowed him good!"
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Many things can happen in four months. How long did it take for Germany to invade Poland?
When you first mentioned Landships the image of a Jawa Sandcrawler from Star Wars popped into my mind. I think there a some similar 'landships' mentioned and depicted in the RPG Castle Falkenstein.
http://www.starwars.com/databank/vehicle/sandcrawler/img/movie_bg.jpg
or rather those?
http://bp1.blogger.com/_MbBuPb8GM2k/R7z72Ab3KfI/AAAAAAAAARg/X4cdn5N2n0M/s1600-h/Victorian+Super+Heavy+Landship.jpg
http://bp3.blogger.com/_MbBuPb8GM2k/SB9vYFzK7FI/AAAAAAAAAdU/gYuHCuDky_M/s1600-h/supertank-747254.jpg
http://www.starwars.com/databank/vehicle/sandcrawler/img/movie_bg.jpg
or rather those?
http://bp1.blogger.com/_MbBuPb8GM2k/R7z72Ab3KfI/AAAAAAAAARg/X4cdn5N2n0M/s1600-h/Victorian+Super+Heavy+Landship.jpg
http://bp3.blogger.com/_MbBuPb8GM2k/SB9vYFzK7FI/AAAAAAAAAdU/gYuHCuDky_M/s1600-h/supertank-747254.jpg
Treppe: That's awesome...I'm definately using that second LandShip one...the one that looks like its from an old Popular Mechanics. Great image!
Snugglie: I retconned the episode...back to 3 month breaks!
Snugglie: I retconned the episode...back to 3 month breaks!
The Setting: The Italian Rivera. It is 1 February 1936
Edouard was relaxing on the beach. For a moment, all the concerns and stresses of the last month had slipped away.
Edouard was relaxing on the beach. For a moment, all the concerns and stresses of the last month had slipped away.
Innovative update. I'm wondering what exactly he forgot -- mobilisation of the navy mayhaps?
I'm wondering what exactly he forgot -- mobilisation of the navy mayhaps?
Alfred Packer said:
"C-Z"? Crui-Zergs?
Or better make that Crui-Zerg Landships. Arrr!!!
By the way: Do you have a link for that song? It would help to actually know what tune to hum along.
Regarding the second update: innovative and very ... picturesque.
Here is a Link to a You-Tube video...I like this one because Antonin and Boris seem to be dancing in tune to it...also, edited the episode so you can click from under the 1st dancing shot
Snugglie: and now we find out...
Murmurandus: Indeed, the Czechs sleep peacefully at night
Sokraates: see above!
Walrus: Thanks! glad you like it
likk9922: I am shooting for unpredicability
Murmurandus: Indeed, the Czechs sleep peacefully at night
Sokraates: see above!
Walrus: Thanks! glad you like it
likk9922: I am shooting for unpredicability
The Setting: A Boardroom in Praha. It is 1 February 1936
"Where the Hell is everyone?"
"Where the Hell is everyone?"
