Backstory, backstory, post your backstory here!

[The Rat]

Herewith is the first (partial) backstory - can't give it all away yet (cuz knowing me I won't even get it finished )

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Chilean Air Force General Julio Mucholoco will long be remembered as the man who not only revolutionised (CENSORED) in his country, but also created its position as one of the world's aircraft industry leaders. That is, if you consider something (CENSORED)

On a liaison trip to the U.S. he was interested to see thousands of aircraft, obsolete and/or derelict, at many airports in the southwest. His thoughts immediately went to the Atacama Desert of his own country, and one of the driest places on Earth. If he could convince airlines to fly aircraft there he could exercise the many dreams he had entertained during his academy courses in aerodynamics. Back home he convinced the government of his needs, and arrangements were immediately made through diplomatic and business channels. Within weeks he had airframes at his disposal, and all the technical expertise he required. Waves of aircraft were flying in over the storage airfield at Macho Grande.

Many airlines were still using Boeing 727s, one of the most common aircraft on the planet, but one which was becoming increasingly unwelcome in the days of jet engines with many times the power but with much less noise. There seemed no future for a plane which had once crowded the skies. But Mucholoco was about to give them a new lease on life.
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Well, there's the story so far. Who's it going to interest on here? After all, we have a diverse group; T-tailers, Ekranoplaners, twin-boomers, flying-boaters, maritimers, gunshippers...  B)

Why don't we each post a wee bit as we develop the story, huh?!

[Ollie]

Here's mine.

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John Hammond was a proud man.  He had finally done it.  His marvelous park was at last going to open to the public.  Oh, it would'nt be for the masses yet, just reporter crews at first to give it publicity, but for the first time, everything was running smooth, all the animals were behaving.  Finally.

It hadn't been so a couple of years back, when they rellied heavily on automation.  When external experts came to give their advice on the park, everything had gone to hell when a rogue employee tried to steal top secret material from the labs.  A couple of person died, and they had to evacuate the place in a hurry.  They later came back with heavily armed crews and got the place under control, this time building on analog systems instead of digital, and they had gotten rid of the peskiest beast they had.

There.  He could hear it beat the air in a steady drum roll...  The Agusta 109 rounded the hill, the under carriage extended and it started to descend.

In a few moments, the first visitors to Jurassic Park would embark on a marvelous journey!

:ar:  

[nev]

Cool!

I can't tell you mine yet though...  

[Davey B]

See if you can guess where my mind (such as it is) is going here. Scenario's pretty much the same as the essay I emailed Tom ages ago...

Following the discovery of oil in the South Atlantic by both Argentina and the UK...

1976, oil is tapped in the first of a series of offshore Argentine oil rigs.  Initially production is just for the domestic market, in order to stave off price rises from neighbouring (and OPEC-member) Venezuela.  However, following the 1979 Iranian revolution, General Galtieri saw an opportunity and bargained with President Carter for American military equipment in return for oil.  This included 40 ex-USAF F-4E's (replaced in the inventory by cancelled Iranian examples), a similar number of recently retired F-8's, extra A-4C's, 24 downgraded A-6E Intruders (the FAA wanted F-111's but Carter vetoed the sale), numerous armoured vehicles and three ex-US Navy Essex-class carriers.

By late 1981, Argentina was in the grip of major civil unrest.  The people had seen enough brutality, expecting the oil wealth to bring them prosperity, not just some new toys for Galtieri to play with.  The crunch came in early March 1982 when oil workers went on strike and had to be forced back at gunpoint.  The demands from the Reagan administration for more and more oil could not be met through such troubles.  The Junta hit upon an idea that would solve both problems, gaining additional oil supplies and uniting their people: an invasion of the Falklands, scheduled for September 1982 to take advantage of spring weather...

Dave    

[Leigh]

BANANAS  and that's all I'm saying at this time!!  

[Gary]

All we are saying, is give Peace a chance...

Shortly after the world under certain unnamed leaders toucherd of the nuclear war, there really wasn't much left, other than places like the area around Macho Grande. Mucholoco became despondent, as his dreams of supplying the world with airforces of lethal 727's was dashed to peices. Worse still, the clouds of radiation were sweaping over all of South America. Already people were showing early signs of radiation sicknes in the north.

After watching an old anitwar maovie, the Beach, Mucholoco's life began to erve a new purpose. He decided to turn his now faded dreams of military aircraft into racing planes. He brought them all up to a racing specification and began selling them to the wealthy who had purchased their way to Macho Grande.

The races began in ernest with five gaudly decorated aircraft, each painted up to match the national pride of the South American nation and the corporation the owner once rought to glory. Whipping into the first turn the Brazilain flag that had adorned the wings of Macha Bavaria yellow painted 727 pealed off and the fuslage crashed into the shallow waters near the grandstands. The high tail sliced into the crowd bring the already blood frenzied cheers to a peak.
Mexiaco Oil's 727 cut a corner and crashed headlong into the tail of the Chiliian Lumber Company's aircraft and for a moment it seemed as if the two would carry on, joined in a dance that would end in flaming death.

In all 4 of the first 5 entries in the race crashed, killing hundreds of spectators, flight crews and those passangers who had paid fot he excitment of the ride. Mucholoco was becomming even richer than he had imagined. There were no lawsuites, as those who died saw this as a better way to die than the lingering sickness of radiation.



I need a beer...

[The Rat]

IMWFO, you are one sick, twisted, depraved individual.  

LET'S PARTY!      :dum:  

[Joe C-P]

Sorry mine's rather boring compared to those above.  ^_^

The Chilean government, seeking to expand their influence and horizons across the Pacific, sent their former British DDG Cochrane back to her builders for an fix-up. She returned with a rebuilt hull and superstructure, improved engines, upgraded electronics and a modernized armament. The DDG now sails with elements of the US Pacific Fleet around the Pacific and Indian Oceans, carrying the Chilean flag and goodwill where she goes, expanding US and Chilean military cooperation, and exercising and training Chilean naval personnel.
Chile is now considering sending her sister, Blanco Encalada, for a similar upgrade.

[nev]

Racing 727s in a radiation poisoned world?  I love it!