TBA Info and Traditions
TBA is more than just a structured airsoft team. Outside of the war, we're all really good friends, and we hang out all the time. In that time space, we tend to end up with running jokes, like naming our guns.
Sam's Guns-
Bosley the M4A1
Alexander the 9-Mil.
The GutStopper
The Green Machine
Coming Soon-
Reginald
Jessica's Guns-
Francis the Colt 1911
Carl the Carbine
Adrian's Guns-
The Squealer
Buffy the DA Slayer
Richard's Guns-
Parney the Beretta 9
Alex's Guns-
The Blackhammer
The Enforcer
The Twins
(More names soon)
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The Story behind the war, as taken from a book currently being written by TBA-
Before you read the book-
The name "Chris" is going to come up a lot. Chris was my second in command of my first division in the RDA (see the story for details). He betrayed me, and now he's starting his own team. We're still investigating that.
This part of the story was written by Sam. The book should come out by next summer, written by Sam, Adrian, Jessica, and Cheyenne.
In this story, we're going way back. All the way to back when I was eight years old. Back then, I was kinda awkward… but that’s beside the point. The point is, I was (and still am) living in a tiny town of about 500 people. Back then, there was a group of about twenty of us who loved Nerf guns. Together we had more than any hyperactive eight year old could ever dream of. One of us, a dude by the name of Landon, decided to make a team.
Landon appointed himself as the leader of the team, which he flamboyantly named “The Nerf Team”. After a while, we grew to “power”, and had most of the other Nerf loving eight year olds in town almost worshipping us. We made allies and enemies, and there would be the occasional skirmish with a random little team. That would cause a “war” that would last a few days, and then we would always win.
A year or two passed, and I slowly rose to power. Landon became my second in command, my right hand man, and I became the leader. Over time, however, we got bored. We all “grew up” and realized that Nerf guns were for little kids, so we stopped. The team stayed in touch, but never was fully re-established.
Then we come to around the time of my twelfth birthday. I got an airsoft M4-RIS assault rifle as a gift from my dad. Now, for those of you who may not know, airsoft guns are like pellet guns. They fire plastic pellets at high speed, and they generally give you a good welt, if not make you bleed when they hit. Anyway, I got that gun, and a lot of people from the original team also got airsoft and actual metal-pellet shooting BB guns. And thats how the a new team was formed.
This new team was called the Russell-Delgato alliance (Delgato is Landon’s last name), or RDA for short. We had about fifteen airsoft loving twelve year olds on the team. The team was structured to have two main divisions, one for each of the leaders. I had mine, and Landon had his. For better or for worse though, nobody attacked us. We had made allies with every airsoft team in town, so there was nobody to be our enemies.
Landon didn’t like this boring silence, so he decided to try something new. (See the following flashback)
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January 5th, 2014
At a restaurant in Kansas City MO
“And he actually believed you?” I laughed, and took a drink of my Fanta.
“Yeah! He never knew!” Chris cackled. He was cherry red from laughing.
“What did-” What I was about to say was cut off by my phone ringing.
I looked at the caller-id. It was my friend Joey, who leads a small team we’re allied with. I had no clue why he was calling me when he knew I was out with friends for my 15th birthday. I’d have to talk to him about that-
“Hey dude” I said into the phone.
“Sam, what’s up here man? What did I do?”
Tres confused… “What are you talking about?”
“What’s up with you sending Landon to attack us??” He sounded angry.
“I… what? I haven’t even talked to him today!”
“Well, he’s had his division out here shooting at us for an hour now.”
“Ok.. hang on. I’ll call him” I said. Now I was confused and angry.
I scrolled through my contacts and tapped on Landon’s name to call him.
“Sup my brotha?” Landon’s muffled phone-voice answers.
“What’s going on with Joey?” I said. “ Why are you trying to make enemies with our allies?”
“Uh…” He suddenly became assertive and stern. “I’m doing what’s right. Now stay the hell out of this before you become one of the enemies!”
Click
I slowly set the phone down. I looked up at my friends, who had gone silent upon seeing the look of confusion on my face. Chris, who was my second in command of my division, had heard the part about attacking Joey, and he looked confused and amazed.
“Uhm…” What do I say? I don’t even want to deal with this stuff on my birthday. “...Forget it… nothing important.”
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So there, you have a piece of the story. (Yes, the flashback is over, we’re back to the present day)
This pattern continued for a few days. Landon attacking somebody, and that somebody calling me begging for help. I never had a chance to even mobilize anybody. I did, however, figure out Landon’s plan.
He wanted to shake things up and actually get some action, so he tried making allies fight back to him, by attacking them. That didn’t work, so he decided to move on to getting me to go against him. He had a meeting planned with his division, who were siding with him for some reason. This meeting was in his backyard. Since I knew his plan, I wanted to intercept him. Long story short, my division and I decided that he was a lost cause, and decided to ambush the meeting, and give him what he wants- a war.
A few months before, we had bought a 14-pack of airsoft hand grenades. They actually detonated with a small force. Thought, aside from your ears, the explosion itself wouldn't hurt you at all. It was the frag that hurt. When the grenade explodes, it sends about two hundred plastic pellets in a 360 degree circle of pain. Anyway, we had already used all but one of them in training and testing.
So, what do we do with our last airsoft grenade? We toss it right into Landon’s backyard meeting.
The purpose of the meeting was to discuss and plan an attack on my division, so nobody at that meeting was expecting anything close to an ambush from their own victim. Consequently, when a small black and orange cylinder bounced and rolled right under their table, they weren’t exactly very quick to react. One of Landon’s groupies, a guy named Cameron, looked under the table and started to yell something. He was cut off by a loud bang.
My attack element from my division was spread out in an arc around the yard where the meeting was. I had other people stationed around the nearby intersection of Maple street and Second street, in case Landon had extra people coming. Chris had thrown the grenade while the rest of us stayed hidden.
After the smoke cleared from the meeting table, we could see the six people, including Landon, getting up off the ground. They were all clearly in pain, as they were rubbing their arms and holding their faces.
Chris met my eyes from across the alley I was in, and I nodded. To the ten or so people waiting in the hidden arc around the meeting area, he yelled at the top of his lungs.
“DELAWARE!”
On an instant, all twenty or so of us rained fire on Landon’s new team, and a new war began.
Sam's Guns-
Bosley the M4A1
Alexander the 9-Mil.
The GutStopper
The Green Machine
Coming Soon-
Reginald
Jessica's Guns-
Francis the Colt 1911
Carl the Carbine
Adrian's Guns-
The Squealer
Buffy the DA Slayer
Richard's Guns-
Parney the Beretta 9
Alex's Guns-
The Blackhammer
The Enforcer
The Twins
(More names soon)
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The Story behind the war, as taken from a book currently being written by TBA-
Before you read the book-
The name "Chris" is going to come up a lot. Chris was my second in command of my first division in the RDA (see the story for details). He betrayed me, and now he's starting his own team. We're still investigating that.
This part of the story was written by Sam. The book should come out by next summer, written by Sam, Adrian, Jessica, and Cheyenne.
In this story, we're going way back. All the way to back when I was eight years old. Back then, I was kinda awkward… but that’s beside the point. The point is, I was (and still am) living in a tiny town of about 500 people. Back then, there was a group of about twenty of us who loved Nerf guns. Together we had more than any hyperactive eight year old could ever dream of. One of us, a dude by the name of Landon, decided to make a team.
Landon appointed himself as the leader of the team, which he flamboyantly named “The Nerf Team”. After a while, we grew to “power”, and had most of the other Nerf loving eight year olds in town almost worshipping us. We made allies and enemies, and there would be the occasional skirmish with a random little team. That would cause a “war” that would last a few days, and then we would always win.
A year or two passed, and I slowly rose to power. Landon became my second in command, my right hand man, and I became the leader. Over time, however, we got bored. We all “grew up” and realized that Nerf guns were for little kids, so we stopped. The team stayed in touch, but never was fully re-established.
Then we come to around the time of my twelfth birthday. I got an airsoft M4-RIS assault rifle as a gift from my dad. Now, for those of you who may not know, airsoft guns are like pellet guns. They fire plastic pellets at high speed, and they generally give you a good welt, if not make you bleed when they hit. Anyway, I got that gun, and a lot of people from the original team also got airsoft and actual metal-pellet shooting BB guns. And thats how the a new team was formed.
This new team was called the Russell-Delgato alliance (Delgato is Landon’s last name), or RDA for short. We had about fifteen airsoft loving twelve year olds on the team. The team was structured to have two main divisions, one for each of the leaders. I had mine, and Landon had his. For better or for worse though, nobody attacked us. We had made allies with every airsoft team in town, so there was nobody to be our enemies.
Landon didn’t like this boring silence, so he decided to try something new. (See the following flashback)
---
January 5th, 2014
At a restaurant in Kansas City MO
“And he actually believed you?” I laughed, and took a drink of my Fanta.
“Yeah! He never knew!” Chris cackled. He was cherry red from laughing.
“What did-” What I was about to say was cut off by my phone ringing.
I looked at the caller-id. It was my friend Joey, who leads a small team we’re allied with. I had no clue why he was calling me when he knew I was out with friends for my 15th birthday. I’d have to talk to him about that-
“Hey dude” I said into the phone.
“Sam, what’s up here man? What did I do?”
Tres confused… “What are you talking about?”
“What’s up with you sending Landon to attack us??” He sounded angry.
“I… what? I haven’t even talked to him today!”
“Well, he’s had his division out here shooting at us for an hour now.”
“Ok.. hang on. I’ll call him” I said. Now I was confused and angry.
I scrolled through my contacts and tapped on Landon’s name to call him.
“Sup my brotha?” Landon’s muffled phone-voice answers.
“What’s going on with Joey?” I said. “ Why are you trying to make enemies with our allies?”
“Uh…” He suddenly became assertive and stern. “I’m doing what’s right. Now stay the hell out of this before you become one of the enemies!”
Click
I slowly set the phone down. I looked up at my friends, who had gone silent upon seeing the look of confusion on my face. Chris, who was my second in command of my division, had heard the part about attacking Joey, and he looked confused and amazed.
“Uhm…” What do I say? I don’t even want to deal with this stuff on my birthday. “...Forget it… nothing important.”
----
So there, you have a piece of the story. (Yes, the flashback is over, we’re back to the present day)
This pattern continued for a few days. Landon attacking somebody, and that somebody calling me begging for help. I never had a chance to even mobilize anybody. I did, however, figure out Landon’s plan.
He wanted to shake things up and actually get some action, so he tried making allies fight back to him, by attacking them. That didn’t work, so he decided to move on to getting me to go against him. He had a meeting planned with his division, who were siding with him for some reason. This meeting was in his backyard. Since I knew his plan, I wanted to intercept him. Long story short, my division and I decided that he was a lost cause, and decided to ambush the meeting, and give him what he wants- a war.
A few months before, we had bought a 14-pack of airsoft hand grenades. They actually detonated with a small force. Thought, aside from your ears, the explosion itself wouldn't hurt you at all. It was the frag that hurt. When the grenade explodes, it sends about two hundred plastic pellets in a 360 degree circle of pain. Anyway, we had already used all but one of them in training and testing.
So, what do we do with our last airsoft grenade? We toss it right into Landon’s backyard meeting.
The purpose of the meeting was to discuss and plan an attack on my division, so nobody at that meeting was expecting anything close to an ambush from their own victim. Consequently, when a small black and orange cylinder bounced and rolled right under their table, they weren’t exactly very quick to react. One of Landon’s groupies, a guy named Cameron, looked under the table and started to yell something. He was cut off by a loud bang.
My attack element from my division was spread out in an arc around the yard where the meeting was. I had other people stationed around the nearby intersection of Maple street and Second street, in case Landon had extra people coming. Chris had thrown the grenade while the rest of us stayed hidden.
After the smoke cleared from the meeting table, we could see the six people, including Landon, getting up off the ground. They were all clearly in pain, as they were rubbing their arms and holding their faces.
Chris met my eyes from across the alley I was in, and I nodded. To the ten or so people waiting in the hidden arc around the meeting area, he yelled at the top of his lungs.
“DELAWARE!”
On an instant, all twenty or so of us rained fire on Landon’s new team, and a new war began.