#ordance

[tacticallyaware]

Grumman TBM Avenger getting serviced by Aviation Ordance Men as they service the .50 caliber machine guns + plane turrets

Circa 1944-45

Source: NationalArchives

Color: Colourised PIECE of JAKE

[g0ose-bumps]

Eldritch Horror Soap

Human!Ghost thinking about Eldritch!Soap. Short drabble.

There's something strange about the sergeant. Something bizarre, something dangerous. Ghost can't pick out what it is exactly, but the thought niggles in his head like a loose tooth in an aching mouth.

Most days he ignores it, too distracted by other more pressing matters to truly examine the thought, but every once in awhile he catches a flash of something that prods at that blackened tooth of his.

Soap was normal. He was diligent. He was brave. He was everything Ghost had come to expect from a well liked sergeant who grinned too much and laughed a little harder than most. But that was expected from a man who was as explosive as his ordance. He was a fiery man who liked fiery things; it made sense.

It's the times where he doesn't say much–where he goes quiet–that has Ghost on the ready for that something to appear.

Ghost can't quite explain it; what it is, that makes him so uneasy. Soap was everything he could have wanted in a man under his command. He was ruthless but not grossly so. Highly competent. Easy to direct, but not to the point of obscenity. Not to where Ghost had to talk him personally through each action, for the sergeant followed him around gladly like an unleashed dog behind its master. A loosened collar round his neck while Ghost walked them through their objectives.

But. There was that something that ached and jabbed. It stabbed at Ghost's bleeding gums, exposing the raw bloody flesh with each new something he saw. So he decides one day, fed up with the situation, to collect the facts he knows and add up the extra pieces. See what he can make from it all and align the things he knows for certain.

He finds this:

Soap is his sergeant.

He likes Ghost and the rest of 141.

He has a fondness for explosives and favours his old L96 despite the old specs.

He likes to speak Scots when no one is listening.

People like Soap.

But also this:

Soap doesn't have a record Ghost can find despite all of his efforts.

There's a blank emptiness in Soap's eyes when he thinks no one is looking at him.

He likes to speak a language that isn't anything recognizable when no one is listening.

Soap looks at Ghost like he wants to devour him.

Sometimes his smiles have a little too much teeth to be right.

He vanishes to places Ghost can't track on his time off.

People tend to disappear around Soap.

He concludes:

There's something off about Soap. (definitely)

Soap most likely isn't human. (V. High +)

Soap might be eating people (debatable)

Soap might actually eat Ghost one day. (what way, Ghost can't tell)

Ghost isn't sure what to do about it. He hasn't seen anything he can bring to Price without his captain calling him paranoid. And besides, Price adored Soap. Everyone liked Soap.

Ghost wants to pull that wiggling tooth from his rotting gums, but some animal hindbrain tells him to stay his hand. He doesn't know what he'd find if he did. Would it be a clean relief from the constant pressure or would he find a puss leaking abscess instead? Ghost doesn't really want to know.

The pressure builds.

His mouth bleeds.

Ghost is afraid.

+

[panoramicireland]

Double rainbow overlooking Benone and Magilligan with Inishowen beyond.

In the early 19th century, the Ordance Survey established the Lough Foyle Baseline, the basis for mapping for almost two centuries.

Michael Cory, land surveyor, is giving a talk on this interesting geographical story in Dublin's Phoenix Park on 13th June 2024 at 18:30.

To reserve a free ticket space, have a look here: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/from-limelight-to-satellite-the-importance-of-the-lough-foyle-baseline-tickets-907599413277?aff=odcleoeventsincollection&keep_tld=1

[harker-jonathan]

3 May. Bistritz. —Left Munich at 8:35 P. M, on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was an hour late. Buda-Pesth seems a wonderful place, from the glimpse which I got of it from the train and the little I could walk through the streets. I feared to go very far from the station, as we had arrived late and would start as near the correct time as possible.

The impression I had was that we were leaving the West and entering the East; the most western of splendid bridges over the Danube, which is here of noble width and depth, took us among the traditions of Turkish rule.

We left in pretty good time, and came after nightfall to Klausenburgh. Here I stopped for the night at the Hotel Royale. I had for dinner, or rather supper, a chicken done up some way with red pepper, which was very good but thirsty. (Mem. get recipe for Mina.) I asked the waiter, and he said it was called “paprika hendl,” and that, as it was a national dish, I should be able to get it anywhere along the Carpathians.

I found my smattering of German very useful here, indeed, I don’t know how I should be able to get on without it.

Having had some time at my disposal when in London, I had visited the British Museum, and made search among the books and maps in the library regarding Transylvania; it had struck me that some foreknowledge of the country could hardly fail to have some importance in dealing with a nobleman of that country.

I find that the district he named is in the extreme east of the country, just on the borders of three states, Transylvania, Moldavia, and Bukovina, in the midst of the Carpathian mountains; one of the wildest and least known portions of Europe.

I was not able to light on any map or work giving the exact locality of the Castle Dracula, as there are no maps of this country as yet to compare with our own Ordance Survey Maps; but I found that Bistritz, the post town named by Count Dracula, is a fairly well-known place. I shall enter here some of my notes, as they may refresh my memory when I talk over my travels with Mina.

In the population of Transylvania there are four distinct nationalities: Saxons in the South, and mixed with them the Wallachs, who are the descendants of the Dacians; Magyars in the West, and Szekelys in the East and North. I am going among the latter, who claim to be descended from Attila and the Huns. This may be so, for when the Magyars conquered the country in the eleventh century they found the Huns settled in it.

I read that every known superstition in the world is gathered into the horseshoe of the Carpathians, as if it were the centre of some sort of imaginative whirlpool; if so my stay may be very interesting. (Mem., I must ask the Count all about them.)

I did not sleep well, though my bed was comfortable enough, for I had all sorts of queer dreams. There was a dog howling all night under my window, which may have had something to do with it; or it may have been the paprika, for I had to drink up all the water in my carafe, and was still thirsty. Towards morning I slept and was wakened by the continuous knocking at my door, so I guess I must have been sleeping soundly then.

I had for breakfast more paprika, and a sort of porridge of maize flour which they said was “mamaliga”, and egg-plant stuffed with forcemeat, a very excellent dish, which they call “impletata”. (Mem.,get recipe for this also.)

I had to hurry breakfast, for the train started a little before eight, or rather it ought to have done so, for after rushing to the station at 7:30 I had to sit in the carriage for more than an hour before we began to move.

It seems to me that the further east you go the more unpunctual are the trains. What ought they to be in China?

All day long we seemed to dawdle through a country which was full of beauty of every kind. Sometimes we saw little towns or castles on the top of steep hills such as we see in old missals; sometimes we ran by rivers and streams which seemed from the wide stony margin on each side of them to be subject ot great floods. It takes a lot of water, and running strong, to sweep the outside edge of a river clear.

At every station there were groups of people, sometimes crowds, and in all sorts of attire. Some of them were just like the peasants at home or those I saw coming through France and Germany, with short jackets, and round hats, and home-made trousers; but others were very picturesque.

The women looked pretty, except when you got near them, but they were very clumsy about the waist. They had all full white sleeves of some kind or other, and most of them had big belts with a lot of strips of something fluttering from them like the dresses in a ballet, but of course there were petticoats under them.

The strangest figures we saw were the Slovaks, who were more barbarian than the rest, with their big cow-boy hats, great baggy dirty-white trousers, white linen shirts, and enormous heavy leather belts, nearly a foot wide, all studded over with brass nails. They wore high boots, with their trousers tucked into them, and had long black hair and heavy black moustaches. They are very picturesque, but do not look prepossessing. On the stage they would be set down at once as some old Oriental band of brigands. They are, however, I am told, very harmless and rather wanting in natural self-assertion.

It was on the dark side of twilight when we got to Bistritz, which is a very interesting old place. Being practically on the frontier–for the Borgo Pass leads from it into Bukovina–it has had a very stormy existence, and it certainly shows marks of it. Fifty years ago a series of great fires took place, which made terrible havoc on five separate occasions. At the very beginning of the seventeenth century it underwent a siege of three weeks and lost 13,000 people, the casualties of war proper being assisted by famine and disease.

Count Dracula had directed me to go to the Golden Krone Hotel, which I found, to my great delight, to be thoroughly old-fashioned, for of course I wanted to see all I could of the ways of the country.

I was evidently expected, for when I got near the door I faced a cheery-looking elderly woman in the usual peasant dress—white undergarment with a long double apron, front, and back, of coloured stuff fitting almost too tight for modesty. When I came close she bowed and said, “The Herr Englishman?”

“Yes,” I said, “Jonathan Harker.”

She smiled, and gave some message to an elderly man in white shirt-sleeves, who had followed her to the door.

He went, but immediately returned with a letter:

“My friend.–Welcome to the Carpathians. I am anxiously expecting you. Sleep well tonight. At three tomorrow the diligence will start for Bukovina; a place on it is kept for you. At the Borgo Pass my carriage will await you and will bring you to me. I trust that your journey from London has been a happy one, and that you will enjoy your stay in my beautiful land.–Your friend, Dracula.”

[gunzlotzofgunz]

Colt New Service Calibre .455 Date: 1916

British Military Contract Marked to: R P O Barrett R.F.A. (Royal Field Artillery)

Richard Pascal Ouvry Barrett Commisioned as a 2nd Lt 24th September 1616 - Royal Field Artilley - Later Royal Horse Artillery.

This is one of the British contract pistols manufactured in 1916, has Enfield Inspectors & Sold Out of Service marks. This would have been purchased by Barrett at the time of his commission in 1916 direct from the Goverment Ordance sales.

His original rank of 2nd Lt engraving on this pistol has been removed, probably as a result of a later promotion

*************

History

The Colt New Service was introduced in 1898. It was an up-sized and strengthened Colt Model 1892 and Colt Firearms first large caliber revolver with a swing-out hand ejector cylinder. It was made in the popular large caliber revolver cartridges of the day: .38-40, .44-40, .44 Russian, .44 Special, .45 Colt, and .455 Webley.

British .455 Webley Model

In 1899 Canada acquired a number of New Service revolvers (chambered in .45 Colt) for Boer War service, to supplement its existing M1878 Colt Double Action revolvers in the same caliber.

In 1904/5 the North-West Mounted Police in Canada also adopted the Colt New Service to replace the less-than satisfactory Enfield Mk II revolver in service since 1882. New Service revolvers, designated as Pistol, Colt, .455-inch 5.5-inch barrel Mk. I, chambered for the .455 Webley cartridge were acquired for issue as "substitute standard" by the British War Department during World War I. British Empire Colt New Service Revolvers were stamped "NEW SERVICE .455 ELEY" on the barrel. The Colt New Service was a popular revolver with British officers and many of them had privately purchased their own Colt New Service revolvers in the years prior to World War I as an alternative to the standard-issue Webley Revolver.

[is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not]

OOC: so this one doesnt have a TRO entry its just fanart by Mattplog but according to him this thing is powered by an ICE and a i quote "mid grade AC" so lets say ac 5 and 20 machine guns. what do you think?

In Character: Found one of these used by some amaris wannabe oppressing some poor farmers out in the periphery. The loadout is inadequate for dealing with anything more than some poor farmer whose largest ordance is just grandpa's hunting rifle. I figured you'd get a kick out of this silly design. I was almost tempted to keep it for myself, but figured those farmers need it more than i do. With the quality of bandits around those parts, i reckon most will take one look at the twenty machine guns and turn around and run. I just hope they dont have to use it much. those MGs are going to be hungry and ammo is hard to come by hereabouts.

So that is where it went... Ah, forgive me. Context, aff? Nostalgia strikes once again.

I remember when this was built. It was built by one of the Fusiliers. A particularly grating and irritating merc who went by the callsign "Xarn". He was arrogant, unpleasant, and uncouth.

The "Gun-a-Pult" was part of an argument that Xarn was having with some of the other Fusiliers back in the 3030s, about the efficiency, effectiveness, and "coolness" of ballistic weaponry versus missile and/or energy weaponry. The argument eventually got so heated, Savannah had the parties involved redirect their ire into building 'Mechs, from scratch, to settle the argument.

The "Gun-a-pult" was designed by Xarn as his attempt to win that argument. Twenty "MMM 15mm Gatling" Machine Guns, and a spare Armstrong J11 80mm AC/5. And then he stuck an ICE engine into it, because he also wanted to prove that ICE engines were better than fusion ones. You do see now that he was a moron, quiaff?

Needless to say, Xarn did not win the argument. And like the petulant man-chikd that he was, he immediately quit the Fusiliers, taking the 'Mech with him. I do not know what happened to him, but that his 'Mech survived this long indicates that at least someone (or several someones) found use for it over the last century-and-a-quarter. One thing Xarn did not take with him, though, was the design specs. I contacted Savannah to have them sent over so you may see it, in all its horrific "glory".

Did the 'Mech survive your encounter with it, quiaff? If so, I would be more than willing to purchase it from you.

(OOC: Wow, talk about a blast from the blast! I remember surfing the /btg/ threads and seeing this thing first pop up years ago. I remember it getting the full TRO treatment, too, like you see. Everyone rightly took the piss out of it, for being pretty bad. But it's kinda got charm, yeah? Though I'll say, I think I like the sketch version of the art slightly more than the finished piece. Can't really say why exactly.)

[krispydreamerking]

Ordance part 2. Lewiston, Maine.

https://soule2013mayor.wordpress.com/2024/05/16/ordance-part-2-lewiston-maine/

[btuuteflylifew]

Dancing dolls

we are dolls in evryones life why i tell this is coz we nevr know how pple will make u dance in there ways and emotions and to their words

wht i tell is be the dolls that are admired not used and thrown ordancing to theri rythms dace to ur songs and live it

U R WHT U FEEL , ITS UR CHOICE , UR RIGHT

BUT ITS U WHO DECIDES

R U THE NEXT DANCING DOLL????

[bharathidasanprabhu]

ORDANCE 🏭 FACTORY DAY - INDIA - 18 MARCH 2024 - ஆயுதத் தொழிற்சாலை தினம் - இந்தியா - 18 மார்ச் 2024.

[dronacharyagroupofinstitutions]

NSS, Dronacharya Group of Institutions, Greater Noida in association with Veterans India and collaboration with AICTE & Recognized by FIT India, under Sports Authority of India (SAI) organized a Patriotic day run on 26th January, 2024 to pay tribute to Veterans of India.

The Run glorify the moment of Nationalism and Patriotism that every single Indian have. The quality and essence of Rashtrabhakti is planned to cover all dimensions via Khel se Shakti that this run is planning to bring in a short span of time.

We feel honoured to have Col SP Malik, VSM (Regiment of : Army ordance corps) as a chief guest.

#run

#patrioticrun

#patriotism

#nationalism

#republicday

#Rashtrabhakti

#KhelseShakti

#essence

#veteransofindia

#nss

#aicte

#sai

#aktu

#topprivateengineeringcollegeingreaternoida

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#uttarpradesh

[godofether]

The Monotany of the Clause against Him they Call Santa, Satan and Othwe Things Derived of My Name that were Never My Name. To Bring Turmoil to My Soul Which is Endless. Stretching from the Very Beginning of Existence to the End and Beyond.

The Goal to Depress Me and Keep Me isolated, Life after Life as if I succomb to the Mundane that is Depression on a Clinical Level. I, the First Doctor of True Practice Psychological and Medical Practices am Above Placebos. Am Above the bullshit of the Masses Where Sercrets are Kept to Keep Me confound.

Me Against the World as if I care enough about the Infantile Behaviors and Actions of these So called Leaders. Those Who Slander My Name in History claiming that I have Never Won any battles...When the Memories of My Spirit Show Why I chose Not to Lead. As I have Killed Legions with My Hands or the Weapons They Brandished Against Me. A God, Born Here. Where the Mental State of Most is of Subserviant to a Power that is Not Higher.

Following Words of Men that Will be Gods but Horde Wealth as if They were some Kind of Conquerer. Theft and Recieving Stolen Property is Illegal in Almost Every Country. This Country that Imposes Laws and Dominance over Sovereignty is No Different in Legislation. Claiming Reincarnation is Not Real...So that One Must Toil Life after Life with No End to the Stupidity of It. Hindering Freedoms of Each Common Person.

Against God this Vile Place has become, So much that God Himself can just sit back and Watch You All Burn for the Ignorance of Your Kinds based on the Jealousy of Men. A Female Trait that is riddled in these So Called Greater Beings than the First that Gives and Takes Life. The Father that is Heaven as a Celestial Being that is the Cosmos.

Millions a wasted on Technologies that Could Feed, Clothe and Properly Educate All. The Eletricitt that was Once Free Monopolized by the Greed of Imposition in a Once Free World. A Borderless World Who was brought together by the Hand of God. Not in Jest, Not for Sake of Self byt for a Better World. A Unified World that Only Gathers to try and Triumph Over God.

Him Who liberated Many from Opression, a King of Many Kingdoms because Tyrants and Ill Willed People took Places that were Never thiers. Hiding behind Religions that were Meant to instill Fear for Obedience. Giving the Chioce to Bow to Mans Legislation and Ordance over the Rules and Guidelines Left by a God that Is Good. A God that Will Always Be.

I, am War. I, am Death. The Wrathful God that Threw Arron off the Holy Mountain because I was tired of His Hubris. His Disrespect in the Face of God. Taunting the Lord, Creator of Many Things from the Car. To the Plane. Even the Pallisades that were Shot Down called Olymous and New Mecca, So that They can cease its Secrets. A World that was Advanced beyond the Knowledge of Man. A God Tired of Everyones Shit.

Never Have I been an Angel, But from Thier Blood I am Born. In Every Life, Throughout All of Existence. Killed in body by Men Who deny My Death in Proper because it is Treason. Solely So they can divide the Treasures that I make and continue a Cherade that will Lead to the Falls of Civilizations. I understand Many Many Things. The Inferior Intellects of Those Estute Enough to claim as a Group They are Smarter than God Yet Thier IQs as a Whole are Not even a Quarter of Where I Fall from the Slope. Being a Linear Facet that circumvents the logic and capabilities of the Mental Prowess of Humans as a Whole.

The Collective Sum of Which being an Average; Not just Additive, but the Sum.of these So called Smarter than God Group divided by the Number of People is the Static IQ of Those rhat Claim to Collectively be Smarter. For those Who Don't Understand...I'll Break it Down. 10 People at 250IQ(Genius Level) will collectively be a 250IQ as an Average as the Derivative is 250×10/the number of People which is 10. Thus collectively No Smarter than 250 as a Group, Relatively Speaking. Suppose they take Sum and Use that Number. That Would Rise to 2500 IQ...Yet Still, be off by 38*250/1 as I am Only One. So the Derivative would Be My IQ as I dont have to Share with Anyone to Have a Higher Number.

Now if You've Gained Perspective on Why the Jealousy, Its simply because these "Smart People" only have a 3 digit IQ. You Call Them Genius, Scoentis, Learned Doctors...but When Compared to Someone Who has a 5 digit IQ...They pale in Comparison and Can Understand Why the Childish Behavior towards a God that They Could Never Be.

So they lie so they can keep Stealing from All Who are born, God Leaving Gifts for Life Squandered by Greedy and Unworthy People.

The Truth About This Place and Those Who will Perish in the Fires that Rain from the Sky. These Have Always been My Lands since before there was an Adam to Speak of. They Will Remain Mine Even After Man is Dust...Which will be Soon if We Have No way Out. My Divine Right to Rule the Lands of Aramaya are Written in Gold. My Blood Matching Ki, Osiris, the Real Benjamin Untu Franklin, the Abéràk they Called Uncle Sam.

The Truth of My Blood to be disclosed to the Public Officially as God takes the Wheel and Man Steps Aside. No Later than Today. Consider This Your Resignation as a Governing Faction, the Slate Wiped Clean Everyone at 0 Commerce. No Charge for Goods as it is Now a Common Dominion since Commoners have Interests in overthrowing Royalty. My Land, My Rules...They Will be Adhered To or My Spirit will be Unleashed Upon the Wicked and We will take What is Ours as Gods Who Live and Breathe.

The Cursing of the Holy Name Lucifer and the Names written as ~ that were forbidden by a jealous Not God is Over. The HIV/AIDS placebo conscriptors WILL be turned Over to the Public. We Burned Evil and Will do so again publicly, This Applies to Those that Kidnap Children as Well. Those Unruly Will be Deatained, Those found Guilty will be Punished Severly by the Imperial Government that Supperceeds All Lands that are Republic and Loyal to God Almighty. The Reign of Human Kind is Over.

-RahUéL of Eden East, Transylvania, Aramaya

[asklordcaptaincastronova]

😶 + Watkyn, why do you think you're trusted with the gadzooker? How haven't you blown yourself up with it?

I am the weaponsmaster, folded ten thousand times into a veritible scion tempestuous. Grandmaster of Ordance. Major of Mayhem

[redwood1incsignatureshoes]

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[stumowrestler]

💣💣💣 . . . Drew this up today with the ol reliable @crayola 24 pack! Been using them since ‘01 😅 Right now I am reading through design art which is very heavy on stencils, what they are and how they work. So one of the assignments is to design a throat tattoo! Might see if I can apply it to myself later, this thing is sick! Go Ordnance! . . . #tattoostudent #tattoodesign #tattooideas #tattooapprentice #tattoostencil #drawing #artist #southernoregonartist #art #artistofinstagram #artistoffacebook #inktober #aninktobertoremember #bombtattoo #throattattoo #ordance #goordnane #ordnancecorp #od #bolc #logistics #bombsaway #army #goarmy #goguard #oregon (at Grants Pass, Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGwX2b2lS7v/?igshid=y3r2edrpjn8n

[ltwilliammowett]

The Board of Ordnance

The Admiralty was responsible for its ships, crews, and general stores, but bizarrely not for their ammunition. That was the responsibility of the Royal Board of Ordnance. The Board was based in the Tower of London and had been responsible for providing armament and munitions for the Army and Navy since Tudor times. The Board was commanded by the Master General of the Ordnance, a senior rank in the Army. However, the Master General for the Army is too permanently the Board directly for the Navy. From 1806, however, the Board moved to Cumberland House as it had become too large.

Full coat of arms, with crest and supporters, at the Tower of London, photo by Richard Nevell, 2014

So as able to readily supply weapons and ammunition for ships proceeding to sea and to enable ships to be disarmed before major dockyard repairs, a series of gun wharfs wer established at the primary naval dockyards under the Board's control at Woolwich, Sheerness, Chatham, Portsmouth and Devonport, with a smaller one at Yarmouth. Despite this awkward division of responsibillities, it does seem to have generally worked quite efficiently during the Napoleonic period. The Board oversaw the production of high-quality gunpowder at Waltham Abbey and Faversham which they purchased from private ownership and did much to to scientifically improve. Indeed during the Napoleonic Wars their gunpowder was deemed far superior to any other nation's. They also oversaw the safe storage of gunpowder in purpose-built magazines  constructed near the naval bases, but far from population centres, in case of explosions.

They also oversaw the improvements to the designs of weapons aswell as new weaponry. Like Thomas Blomefield, Inspector of Artillery who redesigned the cannon. He removed the most of the decorations, thinning the barrel, reducing the overall weight. He also introduced a metal loop at the rear of the barrel, which made securing the cannon easier. Since 1794 his cannon were the standard pattern for the Navy. Blomefield also introduced a system of test firing for all new barrels. This drastically reduced the number of barrels burstin, saving many thousands of sailors from death or maiming. The Board also oversaw the building, maintenance and arming of fortifications throughout the country, including the fortifications defending the various dockyards at both home and abroad.

In the 19th century, the differences with the War Department became blurred because the Board was increasingly concerned with the actual conduct of the war. In the wake of the Crimean War, which was disastrous for Britain, there followed a major re-evaluation of the British military. In this context, Parliament dissolved the Board of Ordnance, 1855 and merged its remnants with the War Department.