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by Morrdh » Mon Dec 30, 2013 10:27 am
by United Kingdom of Poland » Mon Dec 30, 2013 11:07 pm
by Le-Quebec » Wed Jan 01, 2014 2:09 pm
by Gibberan » Wed Jan 01, 2014 3:36 pm
Kassaran wrote:NSG, the one place where your opinion is the wrong one if it aint liberal enough for them... unless you're me, I'm well known for generally just despising human rights and the whole idea of entitlement.
Timothia wrote:My bad, I should have known better than to challenge the unchanging hive-mind of NSG. Won't happen again any time soon.
by Morrdh » Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:10 pm
by United Kingdom of Poland » Wed Jan 01, 2014 9:41 pm
Le-Quebec wrote:Back at Tempsford, the lanky flight controller and his aide squinted as their ears attempted to clean out the voice of an Excalibur pilot responding from the crackles and buzzes of radio static. The two rolled their eyes as the man relayed the casualty figures that they had just gone over, sighing as the feared reports were in fact true. Upon the pilot finishing, the tower chief bent over into the microphone to speak.
"We are aware of the situation, Sword 5. Can you patch us through to Sword Leader? Her standard line has gone dark, do copy over."
As he spoke, the officer gently tapped the shoulder of his adjutant, whom instantly nodded as he understood what to do. Rushing for another radio set, the younger man twisted and turned with the knobs.
Miles across the Channel, the loosely gathered formation of RAF fighters from 319 and 610 Squadrons received yet another set of new orders from their controllers.
"Tempsford to all units: Sword elements have reported in and are hard pressed against what they count to be at least ten enemy fast movers. Further combat elements are anticipated to reach the area within the hour; we're deploying in more assets to assist, but they'll take some time to mobilize. Stand by for new course. . ."
As the tower relayed their new flight paths, which always ended up leading into a hailstorm of bullets and cannon fire, Vegesack relayed situation in his head.
There's ten of us and twelve of them - it should be an even engagement; unless if their reinforcements get there faster than us. After all, the fight's closer to them.
When the tower closed its message, he relayed his thoughts to Allistor, whom amusingly was less than surprised at the notion; he had been thinking the exact same thing in all the while.
"I suppose that we're on the same degree of intelligence, aren't we Tom?" chuckled the Swede, a rather discomforting uneasiness building up inside him as the dark shadow of mainland Europe drew ever closer, "Feels like Dunkirk all over again."
A moment of silence followed, as if the two friends dove into reflection about those dramatic days over the northern coast of France, covering the fleets of "little ships" that served as the mythos for the so called "Dunkirk spirit" of the British people. Vegesack recalled flying over massive formations of demoralized and defeated troops sitting on the cramped beaches, waiting to be ferried back home with an admirable patience as German artillery and air strikes mercilessly rained down upon them. He remembered how during one harrowing sortie over the shrinking defensive perimeter, a full squadron of Boulton Paul Defiants fighting alongside his had been decimated to only five machines by the end of the day, despite the frantic efforts of the Spitfires and several nearby Hurricanes to protect them.
"You said it right friend." replied Allistor, "Now let's cut the chatter because I'm seeing movement at ten and eleven o' clock. Say again, all units, this is Stagfoot Leader; I've got movement at ten and eleven o' clock do you copy?"
Vegesack sighed as he realized that they may have just arrived at their destination, a full on dogfight over enemy territory for the most part.
If anyone gets downed from this point on, there going to have a particularly hard time swimming back across the Channel.
Peering hard to the side of the canopy, he noticed ahead amongst the fragile wisps of cloud cover a massive and messy formation of what appear to be seabirds tangling in a mad hunt for perhaps a ball of fish in the sea below.
That is, what he had hoped it to be; he already knew what he was in for the second he could help but see that these birds, even if seen from a distance, had wings that refused to flap. Some were even urinating gray trails of smoke, which turned black with increased ferocity over the period of seconds.
This was it, and his tongue sliced into the airwaves.
"Sword 15 to Stagfoot Leader: positive on the visual. It's what we're looking for - your boys up in arms?"
Allistor was quick to respond, "Solid. We've made up a plan, let's stick to it; get your blokes to cover above while we go in first, ease the bullets flying at your backs."
"Copy, Stagfoot." smiled Vegesack with grim anticipation, the adrenaline entering his system, "Lead us in Tom."
He watched as the friendly Spitfires towards his east side burst into motion and made wide arcing swoops towards the fighting flocks of dots and lines across on the horizon. In the meantime, he briefed his own wingmen flying besides him.
"Sword 15 to all Gold Swords: it is time my friends. Our allies in Stagfoot will cover our advance as they will assail the enemy first, whom are all but just about the horizon to our northwest. In the meantime, we will ascend to favorable height and attack the enemy from above. Our friend in the Hurricane will lead us as planned, and we will cover him. Follow my lead, climbing angels now. Sword 15 out."
He lifted the stick, sending his Spitfire into a twenty degree climb, the nimble aircraft slashing through a thin cloud like a straw through water. Waiting for his wingmen to catch up, Vegesack lowered the stick after nearly two full minutes of flight, looking down from his vantage point to see a particularly ferocious dogfight only intensified by the arrival of 610 Squadron.
"Sword 16, everything's on you now. Pick a target and make the call. We'll go in behind your back. Sword 15 out."
by The Tiger Kingdom » Fri Jan 03, 2014 5:23 am
Kouralia wrote:The Tiger Kingdom wrote:"Flight Lieutenant," he uttered, his voice as set and clear as he could be under the circumstances, "I, as Squadron Leader of 319 Squadron, am ordering you, and everyone else on this plane, to parachute out on my order. I will hold this plane above parachute altitude as long as I can in order to get us above friendly territory and make sure you've got the best chance possible of landing safely. I will then endeavor to land this plane as best I can. This is a direct order, and is not going to be countermanded. Staff Sergeant Smythe, see that it is carried out."
Smythe glanced between Captain page and Flight Lieutenant Noble momentarily, before shrugging and pulling his parachute on. "Sir, with all due respect, and I mean this in the most respectful manner possible, but you aren't in any fashion in an appropriate state to issue orders. You've demonstrated a lack of clarity overview by..." He paused momentarily and gestured out of the window, "Well, murdering a prisoner of war, while he flies the plane we're all on and acts as the resident expert for flying said plane. Not only that but Flight Lieutenant Noble is Sword Lead at the moment and under the circumstances, despite your rank, I can't countermand her lawful orders with your own."
Kouralia wrote:"Ma'am?" He said, half turning to Alix, "Your decision?"
Morrdh wrote:"Ye know," Charlie said out loud. "We could still double up on one of the 'chutes."
"Go with the lightest buggers we have and then have 'em bail out over the Channel, the water should provide a relatively soft landing but tis still risky. But it would leave a 'chute fer whoever stays at the controls to bail out after everyone else has."
The Two Jerseys wrote:Overhearing the discussion—nay, dust-up—in the cockpit, Talbot pulled himself to his feet and staggered to the cockpit door.
“I hate to interrupt your party,” he said, leaning on the bulkhead to prop himself up, “but if we’re picking who gets to be the odd man out, why don’t you look at some cold, hard facts. One, if I hit the silk solo, there’s no guarantee that I’ll be able to pop the chute with my left hand. Two, if I share a chute with someone, if it doesn’t work then both of us are dead. Three, regardless of what happens, if I land in the drink without a Mae West I’m finished. Face it, the odds just aren’t in my favor, so if it’s a sure thing that I’ll buy the farm then I might as well stay here and let the rest of you save yourselves. And maybe, just maybe, I might get lucky and put this thing down soft enough that it won’t kill me!”
by Morrdh » Fri Jan 03, 2014 5:35 am
by Gibberan » Fri Jan 03, 2014 10:46 am
Kassaran wrote:NSG, the one place where your opinion is the wrong one if it aint liberal enough for them... unless you're me, I'm well known for generally just despising human rights and the whole idea of entitlement.
Timothia wrote:My bad, I should have known better than to challenge the unchanging hive-mind of NSG. Won't happen again any time soon.
by The balkens » Fri Jan 03, 2014 12:01 pm
by Kouralia » Fri Jan 03, 2014 5:58 pm
by The balkens » Sat Jan 04, 2014 2:50 am
by Le-Quebec » Sat Jan 04, 2014 3:33 am
Gibberan wrote:"Sword 15, this is Carter. It looks like our squadron-mates have all bailed out. Should we head back?" He said into the radio, all the while trying to avoid the Messerschmitts on his tail.
by The Tiger Kingdom » Sat Jan 04, 2014 5:10 am
The Tiger Kingdom wrote:"... not letting this fucker get even close to the radio again. Get up here and - oh, God. Yeah, you're going to have to move a body..."
Morrdh wrote:"...Ye know, we could still double up on one of the 'chutes. Go with the lightest buggers we have and then have 'em bail out over the Channel, the water should ..."
The Two Jerseys wrote:“I hate to interrupt your party,” he said, leaning on the bulkhead to prop himself up, “but if we’re picking who gets to be the odd man out, why don’t you look at some cold, hard facts...”
Morrdh wrote:"Mam!" Charlie called back up the plane. "We'll have a pint waiting fer ya back at Tempsford, least we can do fer ya pulling off this crazy stunt!"
"Best of British mam." Added Charlie before he disappeared through the door and found himself in freefall for a moment before his chute opened.
Kouralia wrote:"Good luck, ma'am! It's been a pleasure under your command!" Smythe shouted before making his way to the back of the plane.
by The balkens » Sat Jan 04, 2014 5:05 pm
by United Kingdom of Poland » Sat Jan 04, 2014 7:17 pm
by The Tiger Kingdom » Mon Jan 06, 2014 2:32 am
by Le-Quebec » Mon Jan 06, 2014 8:28 am
United Kingdom of Poland wrote:[/i] "All allied aircraft this is sword 5, hold fire on the transport. the transport is friendly, I repeat the transport is with us." Of course knowing their luck one of the pilots would mistake his polish acent for a german one and would assume the whole squadron was a bunch of german spies. Matt knew what would come next. Just like in Poland they would start attacking the group stuck in their chutes. " Excalibur this is sword 5, we need to protect our guys floating down.They are sitting ducks right nw. I don't want any German getting within 100 feet of them unless he's on fire or in a parachute themselves."
by The balkens » Mon Jan 06, 2014 7:55 pm
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