Pilotlog page 15
Locutis's pilotlog entry:
FLIGHT DEBRIEFING
STARTDATE : 15171999
As days passed it became more and more obvious that the
inhabitants of this island were a great model of the resistance
we faced when attacking earth recently. Having no direct orders
to assimilate these people and seeing that there was no
technological advancement to be gained I decided to study the
mechanism of their resistance. They all seemed to posses a
similar characteristic that defied logic and enabled them to
press on no matter
what the odds were against them. After careful consideration I
decided that the one called ENFORCER was the most appropriate
subject for study. He had more flying skill than any of the
others and seemed to have gained the respect of the entire
island.
I approached enforcer in the usual way, allowing him to see me
from a longer distance as to not startle him. I remembered our
last encounter and how long it took to regenerate…."The
collective wishes to discover the mechanism of your
resistance" I said to the sneering pilot. "The
collective can bite my ruddy arse you tincan half man flashlight
headed freak!"
He was obviously in no mood for inspection. I pulled out my fazer and pointed at his head. The glowing power chamber was making its usually loud hum. "Ahh well since you put it in those words what can I do for you?" he gulped.
"I have an offer you will find interesting" I stated " We will fly a series of duels the winner gets the losers skills and technological advancements although I am only interested in your ability to resist our efforts at creating a higher life form. If you win you will receive my higher intellect and superior understanding of technology."
"How the hell am I going to get that ?" he asked.
"We have assimilated the Vulcan species in small groups and possess their ability to mind meld , that will allow my thoughts to be as yours."
"And if I lose?", he asked.
"I will mind meld with you and discover the factors allowing you to resist the collective. Only If you are rescued and are not heavily damaged by our duel"
He regained the earlier sneer and shouted " And what if I tell you to go to hell you bleedin FREAK ? WHAT then?"
"Then I will vaporize your body and carve out your grey matter to study it more closely." Raising the fazer again to his head level , I noticed his right hand reaching slowly for his 45 caliber side arm. He pulled it out and fired it at my mid section reflecting into a corner of his tent and passing through the officers toxin center. We could hear the shouting from where we were, "HEY! HEY! HEY! the beers not that warm is it ?" I grabbed his weapon and gave it a right angle where it was previously straight.
"Ok then looks like we fly at dawn", he said.
"Agreed!", I
replied and returned to my repairs on my damaged space vessel.
ROUND ONE
Enforcer grabs a spit 1A and we merge at co alt , a series of
quick spirals ensues and soon enough we are close as hell to the
deck. Each trying to out corner the other we slow to stall speed.
It was at this time that I noticed I was using right rudder but
my feet were on the ground , it caused me to spin in and I
screamed in rage at my own idiocy for not checking my
calibration. As we meet back at crc enforcer tells me he followed
me in at the same time and called it a draw ! I had no idea he
stalled , I was so pissed at myself I didn't even look at the
debrief . 0-0-1
ROUND TWO
Again in the 1A we merge and start a high alt turn fight ,
Enforcer stalls and I am able to achieve a great angle on him
placing about 56 rounds into his craft. The rest was inevitable.
1-0-1 28 %
ROUND THREE
Feeling lucky with his spit enforcer pics it again and we merge
this time I try to get uder his belly and he is on me fast. He
gets a few rips on my right away and I hit the deck to try and
shake him. Nothing I do is working he only gets closer and closer
, finally resigned to my fate I cut engines pop flaps full and
pull up , then I throttle up and retract flaps , I can see
Enforcer wasn't ready for this as he grabs alt and performs a
loop. As I try to turn and
get and angle on him I see his plane spinning into the channel.
Some thing wasn't right about that one and we later discover that
Enforcers calibration was way out and we call the round a refly.
1-0-2 Enforcer scored 17 hits on me at 13% hit ratio
ROUND FOUR
Spitfires pass and merge and I managed to keep a little more alt
, we get into a nasty turn fight and Enforcer is yo yoing on me ,
I equalize our positions and manage to get on his 6 nice and
tight enough to pop 25 round and get him smoking. Eventually he
stalled out trying to get a shot on me, take note he never gives
up. 2-0-2 13% ratio
ROUND FIVE
The final round is again flown in the Spit 1A , we start a long
drawn out energy fight and I am getting small ripps into his
plane every now and then. Eventually I manage to get really close
but he stalls and I run right up close and rip into him again.
He reverses and I follow , we do this about 6 times all the
while im getting a few shots in here and there. Finally I close
in and ping him hard he jinks left and rolls into the channel.
3-0-2 51 hits 19
%
I fly back to base and await enforcers rescue. The mind meld
reveals the core of this race but does not reveal its ability to
resist us. They are an interesting compilation of pride, greed ,
honor, love and hate. The whole experience left me depleted and
in need of regeneration but no further towards my goal.
Enforcer almost anyone would have taken that first round as a
victory my friend. You are a gentleman all the way and I know you
will be back in three days to take your seat back. I look forward
to flying and learning from you again soon. SALUTE !
Kosmik's pilotlog entry:
..The first round was
frustrating.. I chose the 1a... I know this little baby is easy
to stall... so, I make sure I do stall the sucker.. duh.. Goshawk
with his eagle eye didn't waste time.... I felt the agony of his
bullets ripping through my pride..... ouch!!!....
The second round... We chose the M9.... Good choice of course...
Similar plane we have .. Off we go...
after going in circles like birds of prey.....i see the nice and
sweet site of a stalling bird....REVENGE!!...
I dive on the poor soul....ahhhh.... bye bye birdie:)
..the third round...we are three players...lag has settled in
worst than ever..
shall we continue?..yes we do... I hate this laggy business..make
you fly like
a jerk...a jerky jerk... anyways... Gos has chosen the zoom and
boom approach.....carefully i manage
to outturn him and get on his 6...smoke comin out... goood
feeling:)......2-1
..fourth round...still using the lethal M9....after the boom and
zoom... the circles of death....down and dirty...
we fight low and slow..admiring the fish on the way.. .crossing
my path ..i shoot tiny little holes in Gos butt...
..not enough..darn....on the verge of stalling..we circle ...and
circle.. then i see a spinning bird...at this level it is
certain death..!!...say hello to the fish my
friend!!....splashhhh....3-1....
...in a nutshell....Stalls/spins kill more pilots than
bullets....
S! KOS....
p.s. Goshawk is already shinning his new spit.. He sure smell the
sweet smell of revenge,,,,the winds of war. are brewing at the
horizon..!!
..:)
Kendo's pilotlog entry:
This match was a test
of patience for both Pharoah and I!!!
To say the least we were beginning to wonder if we were going to
be able to fly it. We had
to reconnect due to lag at least 4 times. Reboot 3 times..
etc..hehe
We both agreed that the game is just too good to give up on
yet... so we flew :)
Round 1
Pharoah Picks the 262
We close H2H and I start blazing away from 2500 feet. I see a
flame go off on his wing
and chased him around for about 2 mins until he hit the ocean. I
thought I smoked him, but
He thought we might have collided... So we reflew it!! Only had 2
hits..so odds were he
was right!
0-0-1D
We collide this time for sure!!
0-0-2D
We are having a good fight this time... But then the game gets
Laggy...
Reconnect
0-0-3D
H2H Guns Blazing. I see a puff on his wing, hehe. But wait, It
was only a contrail, Rats.
After some twisting, as much as u can on this beast I land some
rounds, Fireball, and he
slowly heads for the sea. Only 5 hits, but I guess 30mm does
damage.
1-0-3D Kendo
Round 2
Pharoah Picks the 109 E4
This one quickly turns into a turn fight, looking good here.. but
Laggy at Pharoahs.
Reconnect.. Darn
1-0-4D Kendo
Starts out good but then the game gets laggy on my end
ARRGGHHHH!!!!
1-0-5D
Reboot again..
We collide again!
1-0-6D
Turning fight erupts, My gunnery skills suck. I am 300 feet away
and running outta ammo.
Finally he stalls, in my sights, just a second more....some hits
are landing on him, but I stall
too.... I see him hit the drink as the spin fully develops. I don't believe this, I knew I hung
on too long, but wait.. at 500 feet the turn stops...easy,
easy... pull out low enough to see
Pharoah shooting at me with his Pistol.. Whew...
2-0-6D Kendo
Round 3
Pharoah Picks 190A8
Well being fully aggravated by all the rebooting and lag, not to
mention a little too
confident, I decide to put the fangs out. We meet head on with
him climbing slightly to
meet me and me having to nose over just abit. I thought I had him
but His Marksmanship is
much better than Mine. My engine is damaged and He comes back to
toy with me.. He
overshot once, but I couldn't get the nose on him.. Stall spin, I
die :)
2-1-6D Kendo
Round Four
Kendo goes with the 1A
Laggy.. lets say laggy about 3 more times!!!! 2-1-9D
I splash him on a turning fight, but he informs me that the game
is Whacked. He tells me
congrats and I argue with him to get him to refly! After all
this, there is no way that I want
any question as to the outcome of a flight!!
Finally after twisting his arm and bribing him with some Canadian
Back Bacon and Suds...
:) We start again.
At the merge I blow it so bad that he is 400 feet away, on my 6
and It looks like its gonna
be a quick painless flight!
I decide to try my best jinking, which is basically, beat the
snot outta the stick, and laugh as
the cat is watching, wondering what the heck it is, that Her
master trying to kill on the
desk!! Wow! It sorta worked! some more slicing turns and I am on
his six, He is climbing
and I still have a speed advantage on him as I close to 300 feet.
I pull the trigger and don't
let go until I see an Explosion. Got 67 hits at 50.7% :)
So final score is 3-1-10D or so......Whew!
As you said Pharoah 1,1 and I will be waiting for ya!
Had a great time again! You are a Class act to fly with Sir!
Try to keep the Oily side down on final!
Salute!
Kendo, the Lucky
Tuxedo's pilotlog entry:
Desperately seeking technical support: I'm currently running the latest version of Girlfriend and having some problems. I've been running the same version of DrinkingBuddies 1.0 all along as my primary application, and all the Girlfriend releases have always conflicted with it. I hear the DrinkingBuddies won't crash if you run Girlfriend in background mode with the sound switched off. But I'm embarrassed to say that I can't find the switch to turn it off. I just run them separately, and it works OK. Girlfriend also seems to have a problem coexisting with my Golf program, often trying to abort my Golf program with some sort of timing incompatibility. I probably should have stayed with Girlfriend 1.0, but I thought I might see better performance with Girlfriend 2.0 After months of conflicts and other problems, I consulted a friend who has had experience with Girlfriend 2.0 He said that I probably didn't have enough cache to run Girlfriend 2.0 and that eventually it would require a Token Ring to run properly. He was right-as soon as I purged my cache, it uninstalled itself. Shortly after that, I installed Girlfriend 3.0 beta. All the bugs were supposed to be gone, but the first time I used it, it gave me a virus. I had to clean out my whole system and shut down for a while I very cautiously upgraded to Girlfriend 4.0. This time I used an SCSI probe first and also installed virus protection. It worked OK for a while until I discovered Girlfriend 1.0 was still in my system! I tried to run Girlfriend 1.0 again with Girlfriend 4.0 still installed, but Girlfriend 4.0 has a feature that I didn't know about that automatically senses the presence of Girlfriend 1.0 and communicates with it in some way, which results in the immediate removal of both versions! The version I have now works pretty well, but there are still some problems. Like all versions of Girlfriend, it is written in some obscure language that I can't understand, much less reprogram. Frankly, I think that there is too much attention paid to the look and feel and not enough to the desired functionality. Also, to get the best connections with your hardware, you usually have to use gold plated contacts. And I've never liked how Girlfriend is totally 'object-oriented.' A year ago, a friend of mine upgraded his version of Girlfriend to GirlfriendPlus 1.0, which is a Terminate and Stay Resident version of Girlfriend. He discovered that GirlfriendPlus 1.0 expires within a year if you don't upgrade to Fiancee 1.0. So he did. But soon after that, you have to upgrade to Wife 1.0, which he describes as a 'huge resource hog.' It has taken up all his space, so he can't load anything else. One of the primary reasons that he upgraded to Wife is that it came bundled with FreeSxPlus 1.0. Well, it turns out that the resource allocation module of Wife1.0 sometimes prohibits access to FreeSxPlus, particularly the new Plug and Play items he wanted to try. On top of that, Wife 1.0 must be running on a well warmed-up system before he can do anything. And, although he did not ask for it, Wife 1.0 came with MotherInLaw1.0 which has an automatic popup feature that he can't turn off. I told him to install Mistress 1.0, but he said that he heard that if you try to run it without first uninstalling Wife, that Wife1.0 will delete MSMoney files before doing the uninstall itself. Then Mistress 1.0 won't install anyway due to insufficient resources.
Locutis' pilotlog response:
I have had similar problems with Dayjob 1.2 and moonlight 1.0 beta , it seems while the resources report more that a 50 % increase my quicktax program causes a page fault caause a masive loss of resources leaving me worse off them when i launched moonlight 1.0beta.
Greywolf's pilotlog response:
Medal awarded to Tuxedo:
It is with
pleasure that we announce the following medal to
Flt. Officer Tuxedo.
Flt. Officer Tuxedo has consistently demonstrated outstanding
sportsmanship in his actions against opposing forces on the
ladder. He has been available at every challenge, and fought
with tenacity and enthusiasm, against all comers.
Although his combat record does not reflect the same level of
"success" as some of the others', his willingness to
fight, and
skills of combat have tested the metal of many other pilots.
For his dedication, sportsmanship, and terrific attitude Tuxedo
has been awarded the Air Medal.
[Salute]
Sgt. Major MacCulloughy's reply:
"COME ERE YOU SLAPPER!."
"COME
ERE WALLY NUTS. LETS PUT YOU STRAIGHT. FIRST, IF I SO MUCH AS
CATCH YOU PULLING A SABRE I'LL SHOVE MY STICK SO FAR UP YOURE
ARSE, YOU WO'NT KNOW IF IT'S BORED OR REAMED. SECOND, IT AINT A
BLOODY VICTORIA CROSS SO DON'T GET HIGH AND BLOODY MIGHTY CAUSE
YOU'RE LOOKING AT THE ONE TRUE GOD!. THIRDLY, YOU NASTY LITTLE
MAN. WHAT IN THE ELL IS THAT SHITE ON YOU'RE BOOTS?. COULD IT
BE... WHY IT IS.... IT'S RUPERT DRUEL.... WIPE IT OFF SLAG HEAP
AND GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE YOU TATSE THE POLISH FROM MY
BOOTS."
S/M MacCulloughy
Cajun's pilotlog entry:
It was an unusually
hazy day over the channel on this chilly morning. It took awhile
for my Bf to warm up so I had another cup of java while the crew
prepped my machine for combat. After a few minutes and a trip to
the head, I climbed in the cockpit and found the heater right
away. Eventually I was up and patrolling the channel. What seem
like forever, I finally caught a glimpse of reflection at my 2
o'clock low. It was a lone fighter heading for the warmth of the
English country side. I broke right and was gonna come up behind
the unaware bandit. As I got to his 5, his short hairs must have
stood up cause he immediately broke into me. I unloaded my 109
and tried to get inside of his turn. This guy was good.
Well, I couldn't get around and was very slow and in deep
sauerkraut. By this time, my counterpart was already coming
around and from above on me. WOW! I was in for it now. Damn, that
water looks mighty cold. I slammed the throttles up and made the
fuel real lean. Looking for speed and a gift from God, not in
that particular order, the bandit was all over my six. I start
bobbing and weaving and jinking. I was getting really low, below
500. All of a sudden, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP! I was hit. Nothing
severe, but enough to rattle me to no end. I pull back hard on
the stick and reach for the sky. Realising I had no speed for
this, I roll and head back down. The bandit was glued to me. This
was his un-doing. As I came out level just 200 ft above the
water, I hear the sweet music of metal meeting water.
Flying back to my base,
I could only shake my head and think that this poor guy had every
right to be sitting at his base talking with his chaps over tea
about this arrogant German that thought he could sneak a kill out
of him. It was me that should have been chilling in that water
with my plane shot out from under me. But...I was lucky,
real LUCKY!!!!!
And that's the way it went sports fans. OUTLAW manhandle me the
whole time, but he met the water 3 times too many.
HOP1: BF109G's. This was your normal doggie match. We pass clean
and go head to head. Well, OUTLAW ends up on my 6 and finish's me
off in grand style. Guns blazing and my 109 smoking, coughing
& decomposing. OUTLAW-1 CAJUN-0
HOP2: P-47D's. Again, gentleman's pass and turning time. Again OUTLAW is on my butt. After some very defensive flying, OUTLAW finds the water. OUTLAW-1 CAJUN-1
HOP3: TEMPEST. This was way to quick. We pass, we turn, I DIE. OUTLAW-2 CAJUN-1
HOP4: P-38J's. This was an akward. I know I was uncomfortable in this plane and OUTLAW look to be a bit rusty himself. We manoeuvred, no one getting a clean shot. Then OUTLAW hits the water. I really couldn't see him too good, but he was low and must have gone into a spin, not sure. OUTLAW-2 CAJUN-2
HOP5: P-51D's. This was
OUTLAW's hop the whole way. He totally wiped my nose with his 50
cal's. He had me smoking and in deep doody. Well I try a
desperate move, a reverse loop. I knew my chance's of catching a
stall were really good. Fortunately, I came out of it. And yes
OUTLAW, found the water again. CAJUN-3 OUTLAW-2
OUTLAW deserved to win this match on all points. OUTLAW, you are
the true sportsman. You were a pilot with plenty of class. Thanks
for the lesson and I know you will be gunning for me soon.
Puma's pilotlog entry:
No 64
Squadron -RAF-
Hornchurch, England
May 21, 1944
Today's flight schedule is for another routine training mission
in preparation for the invasion of France. We are all antsy
wanting to see some real action but we are being held back for
the invasion. Rumor has it that it will take place sometime next
month. Today Sabre and I pair up for some 1V1 similar action.
Sabre is fond of the Tempest V and we decide that we should start
the day with a pair. After arrival at the training area we split
and head in opposite directions. At the appropriate distance we
turn back into each other and the fight is on.
At the merge Sabre and I each go for the high slice. Sabre comes
out of his maneuver with a bit more altitude than I and has the
early advantage. After a few minutes of hard turning I find
tracers whizzing by my canopy. Although Sabre is behind me he is
stuck in deep lag and is not able to pull any harder for a kill
shot. At this point my brain disengages and I pull up for a loop.
I have enough smash to get over the top but so does Sabre. When I
come out of my loop Sabre is on my ass like a hobo on a ham
sandwich! Smoke fills the cockpit as I frantically try to slide
the canopy back. I a few short burst my plane is shot to hell and
I bail before I crash into the channel. Sabre 1 - Puma 0
On the return flight I talk Sabre into flying the P47 for the
next hop. I have flown it a lot lately and have grown to love it.
We return to the training area in P47s.
This time at the merge I try to do some damage as Sabre as he
flies by. I see a few puff of smoke but I did not significant
damage we both slice high again and start a turning battle that
goes from 10,000 feet to 100 feet in a matter of minutes. We
continue to turn on the deck for several long minutes trading a
little altitude for speed. Up and down we go each trying to gain
a little advantage and trying not to stall. I watch as Sabre
slowly brings the
business end of his Jug around into firing position. I close my
eye and jinx out of plane. After a few seconds I am still flying
enact airplane. I check my six to see what's left of a splash
that was Sabre. Whew lucky! Puma 1 - Sabre 1
Ok so much for the P47, back to the Tempest. We each slice high
again and I make sure that my slice is a little higher than
Sabre, almost a loop. I come out in deep lag behind Sabre. He
eludes me for several minutes as we spiral to the ground. After
losing a few thousand feet Sabre spins his Tempest. He recovers
nicely but this allows me an opportunity to saddle up for the
long haul. Sabre eludes valiantly but the spin has already sealed
his fate. Puma 2 - Sabre 1
Again we mount in Tempest and head back to the training area. At
20 miles separation the fight is on again at the merge I try to
do as much damage as possible. This time I think I hit something
important as a ball of flame and several puffs of smoke came off
of Sabre's airplane. I loop as Sabre goes back to his slice. I
come out in an advantageous position but not able to get a good
shot. We start the turning fight again. Just as it start to
settle Sabre spins his airplane. Again he recovers in no time
flat but I am on his six in good firing position after his
recovery. After a few cannon shells impact Sabre's airplane the
back end lurches up and several large chunks of tail section fall
to the ground. I pull away to avoid the debris. Puma 3 - Sabre 1
Sabre, thanks for the great match. You put up a very good fight
indeed. Sorry I did not get to you right away on ICQ after the
match. I had to reboot my machine. It seems that I always have to
do that after running GameCRC.
Goshawk's pilotlog entry:
Goshawks
hate swimmin'. They'd rather eat an old dried up dead road-killed
flat-headed snake than go swimmin'. Especially in the bloody
English Channel.
So when, much to Goshawk's disappointment, he was smitten by the
guy wearing the mask over his nose and mouth, his necessity to
swim back to the coast put him in a fowl, foul mood.
Crawlin' outta the channel like a smelly "olddog", he
dragged his carcass to his dallas hut, and was just starting to
change clothes, when Koko rushed in, ripping the light cotton
shirt off of her shoulders, exposing her headlights on full high
beam!
"Shoo kill dat outraw booger, Gawshog?", she coo'd
sensually. She grabbed at his flight suit, popping the buttons as
she tugged. Her maternal nesting urges were coursing through her
genes, driving her to a mating frenzy.
Goshawk didn't have the heart or courage to tell her that he had
been whupped on by that devil, Outlaw. His desire to do his
"service" to womanhood and the future of the human race
was the only concern his manhood and drives would/could
understand at the moment. There was a moman in need of a
hard-drivin' stick-master of a pilot, and he had to answer the
call to the ultimate duty!
As Goshawk began to melt between the mountains of flesh, he was
interrupted by the voice of a new but tested pilot to the field,
Vergos.
"Hey Gos, you got spanked huh? Hows about you and me going a
round or two, huh?"
Goshawk had to try and get Koko's attention back to the task at
hand and appendage before the misery of attenuation had a chance
to set in. "Ignore him, Koko!" he pleaded.
"Gawshog, you loss to Outraw?", she asked as she began
to get up from the cot. "I can't luff you less you a winner,
Gawshog, you know dat!" She sat up and began to pull the
shirt back on.
"Wait, Koko! Wait!", Goshawk pleaded. "Stay right
here, I'll be right back!" Then to the direction of the
door, he shouted, "Get 'em up, Vergos! Let's go!!"
Goshawk pulled the still damp flightsuit on, and ran from the
hut. Koko stayed on the cot. She saw this harried demeanor
before, when Goshawk was called from the sandy field of Coconut
Island in his Zero to take to the skies and plow into quick-kills
like Grizzly, Calabs, FM Jump, and Dawg. She knew he would be
back soon. She savored the thought of the workout his stick was
about to receive.
Flight one resulted in Goshawk downing Vergos with 16 cannon
hits, sending the youngster to the water in a fireball.
Round two revealed Vergos' love of the Tempest, and an additional
revelation of Goshawk's lack of time in the bird. Goshawk stalled
and swam again.
Round three pitted the warriors in Spits again, and after 10 well
placed hits from Goshawk's cannons, Vergos took to the drink
again.
Round 4 repeated the plane type preferred by Vergos, however,
Goshawk's increased flight time in this bird resulted in a
victory for the horny old bird!
As Goshawk touched down at the field, his engine seized from
running at full throttle all the way back to Koko.
As he touched down again, Koko purred her pleasure at the full
throttled application.
"Oh
Gawshog, I allays luff you bess!"
Peace and tranquility had returned to Gos's hut.
Meridian_92 receives promotion:
It is with
great pleasure that I take this opportunity to recognize our
newest "Double Ace" pilot, Meridian_92.
Meridian_92 has achieved this coveted status as a result of
accumulating a total of 10 combat match victories.
For his outstanding contribution to the war effort and the ladder
competition, he has been awarded the Distinguished Service Medal.
The King has also selected Meridian_92 to receive the Military
Cross, an award only bestowed upon those pilots flying under the
colors of the RAF.
In recognition of his exploits and continued success, Meridian_92
has been promoted to the rank of Squadron Leader!
I suspect he will be afforded all appropriate courtesies and
comforts that should be bestowed upon a pilot of his stature.
[Salute]
That is all!
Sgt.Major MacCulloughy's response:
"I'LL GIVE YOU THE APPROPRIATE COURTESIES, SLAG FACE!!"
"NICE
BARS, BUT YOU LOOK LIKE A CHEAP SLAPPER WITH ER KNICKERS ROUND ER
ANKLES!. WHAT KIND OF A SHITE PILE IS THAT YOU CALL A UNIFORM?.
I'VE SEEN SOME THINGS IN MY TIME BUT YOU TAKE THE CAKE!. LISTEN
UP SLACK ALICE JUST BECAUSE YOUR THE BIG SQUADRON COMMANDER NOW
DON'T MEAN SOD ALL WITH ME GOT IT. SO GET THAT EYE SOAR CLEANED
UP AND GET IN THE AIR BEFORE I SHOVE A PROP BLADE UP YOUR ARSE.
MOVE!".
Meridian_92's reply:
Charming, now is that any way to talk to an officer?
Sgt.Major MacCulloughy's response:
"I
DON'T RECALL ASKING FOR YOUR TRAP TO OPEN LITTLE MAN. BUTTON
IT!."
Duke's pilotlog entry:
"X"
marks the "Splat"
It was a tough night for "X" ... I'd been growing
ornery'er and ornery'er flying in circles waiting for my practice
pilot to arrive. Then there, out of the sun, a Spit IX-C appears,
guns blazing. I pivot, point, FIRE! Pieces fly off X's plane as
we barrel around into a tight turn. Again, we come round face to
face. Again, I ping him hard. He's smokin' now, and as we spiral
towards the water I saddle up and chop his left wing off. Take
THAT for making
me wait! [g]
I land at the base, and wander over by the American side to run
my hands on the skin of their P-51D's ... lovely planes those
yanks have got, but I prefer my more stolid, but solid British
steeds. I hear the sound of wet shoes squishing up behind me ...
it's X!
"Hey, YOU!" he shouts out ... "I still want a
piece of you! Jump into that 'stang and lets GO!"
Well, how could I resist. [g]
Turns out this lad knows his 'stang quite well! While the first
round was over in a flash, this round dragged on for what seemed
an eternity. Round and round, tight circles at sea level, then
slow climbing spirals to several thousand feet, neither pilot
giving an inch or wanting to take too big a bite for fear of
spinning these whirling dervishes! At long last, I manage to get
_just enough_ lead to squeeze a shot off. PING PING! The game
changes as X tries to evade with some looping maneuvers. He
almost had me too be executing a very fiendish
tail stand that left him in good position, but with no energy to
take advantage of it thank goodness!! Eventually, I was able to
damage him enough that he stalled out and fell in the drink.
PHEW!! What a ride!!
I land back at the base and turn the plane back over to the
red-faced and screaming yank crew chief who would have loved to
have tossed ME in the drink for stealing his plane unbidden as it
were, but we were distracted by the arrival of a HUGE Haddock,
falling from the sky at our feet. Looking up, there's X leaning
out the door of the amphibious rescue plane. Well I'll be damned,
right gentlemanly of him to bring dinner!
As the plane lands, X comes over and wants one more go of it back
in the IX's. "Ok" says I, and off we go. The first go
launches un into a frenzy akin to the first round of the match.
Vicious slashing passes going up, down, all around at high speed.
We merge head to head, neither one flinches, so we end up
colliding and drifting down to the wavetops under our chutes.
Back up again, it's deja vu all over again ... slashing head on
passes, but I get the
better of him and leave X spiraling in a haze of smoke of flames.
3 victories, one draw, no losses. Now that's a good day for me!
And, as I mentioned at the start, a tough time for XSplat. But,
I'm sure we'll meet again and I know that only luck spared me
from an ignominious end ... lord but I do hate head on fights!
[ggg]
Team Action:
My orders
came from high command , we were to make a full fighters sweep in preparation for a major bombing offensive. I was to take
two
wingmen up with me and make a run over the English channel to see
what the enemy had left for aircraft and experienced pilots. I
walked into the barracks and grabbed Greywolf and Wile E. "
OK boys lets crank up the Dora's for a fight !" They both
looked at me like they thought I was
kidding then I beamed at them with my ocular implant...
Entering the enemy airspace we were immediately confronted by
three Typhoons at high alt but not much higher than we were. I
called " pick your man boys and keep in contact " , I
told my guys to keep high and see who we can separate. Things
heated up soon and I was about to drop in on Duke when Wile E
shouted over the radio " Lookout man you have a swine
Englander closing in !" I cursed and broke off looking to
engage the typhoon. After a pass by him I could see he was
traveling really fast and I decided to bait him into a dive. I
rolled over and forced him into the same maneuver but it was too
much for him as his craft compressed and the first victim of our
raid was claimed (vergos) was afloat in the drink. Duke was my
next target and it seemed like he was having some mechanical failure as his craft
soon compressed and crashed as well. Scorpion
was the last still in flight. I watched as he out flew the others
with his swift Typhoon. He was at a higher alt and didn't give an
inch to his enemies. I made a few long climbing turns and tried
to get into position when he rolled over and went after Greywolf.
It was all I needed to get into a good position off his 6 about
2000ft back. After the airspeed picked up Scorpion realized he
was in trouble and tried to break right but it was too late he
was locked into a slow bleeding turn that my fw190D ate up with
delight. I was able to squeeze off a few rounds and I heard the
cries of my wingman " good kill! good kill!" the last
enemy fell out of the sky as I finished his craft off with
another few rounds of fire.
" OK guys, great job ! Form up on me" and we headed
back eager for some R&R
Tuxedo's pilotlog entry:
Tuxedo 3
Cajun 0
Draw 1
Round 1
I chose the Spit 14. Lots of vertical and oblique turns until I
get on Cajun's 6. When I finally do, I ping his engine. I pull up
away from him and circle above his reach like a buzzard waiting
for him to go in. He refuses. I gently come up behind him again
and finish the job.
Round 2
Cajun chooses the BF109G. Again, lots of the same vertical and
oblique maneuvering. We each get off some shots without apparent
damage. I found out after the match I had damaged one of his
ailerons and he had trouble. I was above him and pulled into a
hard downward loop in pursuit. A little voice in me said you are
too low and too fast to do this. A really loud greedy voice
boomed GO FOR IT! We both hit the water about the same time for a
draw.
Round 3
We refly the BF109G. Again, lots of the same vertical and oblique
maneuvering. I get on his 6 and finish the job.
Round 4
Cajun chooses the Spit 9. Again, lots of the same vertical and
oblique maneuvering. This time I go into a spin trying to keep on
his 6 and he gets on mine. He pings my engine and that means
trouble. But, wait, I keep an eye on him and I can't believe the
opportunity coming my way. He overshoots and flys right through
my sights. I squeeze the trigger and hold it. I am as good as
dead and unfired ammo does no good. Wham, he drops into the
cold channel. We are both amazed.
Well done Cajun. Thanks for the good fight.
No609_OzZiggy's pilotlog entry:
It was a typical crisp dawn...and the rising sun silhouetted a
lone spitfire being prepared for takeoff. The usual light
sleepers were up and about playing of all things, a game of
cricket!.
"G'day fellas", was the only thing the man who passed
by the game said, while absentmindedly adjusting the straps of
his flying helmet. Silent gazes folowed him as he continued past
the game and toward the dark feminine
shaped of the spitfire.
Another man waited silently by the spitfire watching the
Australians approach while at the same time studiously checking
the wing he was using as a leaning prop.
"Up early Oz?" the waiting man ventured, with a vocal
accent that only the French Canadians possess.
This was the legendary Kos who had taken the young Australian
under his wing since he arrived at the squadron.
"Yep take care of lucky digger for me mate"
"sure will,..for a while,..until you get back" Kos
replied with a level stare.
The ritual complete , Oz clambered into his spit and started pre
flight checks like some clockwork automaton.
Without looking back Kos slowly walked away from the aircraft and
his friend. In the crook of an arm he held a rather fat, and
somewhat sleepy white rabbit. This was lucky digger with which
the young Australian had arrived at the base with, exclaiming
that "the foot just ain't as lucky as a whole bloody
rabbit".
This was
the second mission Oz would fly, and as in the first the fear hit
him hard and fast. The inside of his gloves expanded and clung to
his fingers as the leather absorbed the moisture of his nervous
sweat. As the spit climbed from the runway it started to rain
which sent the insomniac cricketers pelting for the shelter of
hanger c.
As the rain dissolved the darkened footprints OZ had left in the
dew laden grass from what could possibly be his last ever walk he
pondered, "I wonder if jerry will fly when the blooming sky
is chucking buckets"