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Author Topic: Steel Birds of Paradise Game Thread: Episode 1 (The Mysterious Prototype)  (Read 20258 times)
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« Reply #150 on: January 16, 2013, 08:19:33 pm »

Al did a rather stereotypical facepalm movement, literally slapping hgis right hand over his face with his nose poking through the gap between the middle and ring fingers, and dragging it slowly down his face. "Please, Lord, not another Flagrante Delicto..." he muttered. He brightened up a bit, but then got serious again.

"If it's another one of that ambassador's lackeys, we might have an international incident on our hands. I'd better go and see about it, make sure Amir's not in too much dutch this time around."

"Gentlemen, As far as I'm concerned, you're in. We'll need some manpower too, if teh situation at Namu is what it sounds like. I'll Offer Blue duck as a follwup; she'll have to refuel at a strip I know of a bit north of the destination, but that shouldn't matter a whole lot; might even be best, just to be sure we don't all arrive at once and make 'em think it's a sortie.
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« Reply #151 on: January 16, 2013, 08:55:42 pm »

Donna had been so preocupied in the unfolding drama at the inn she had failed to notice the other people in the room. "Shit sorry gents I am Donavan and a run the big honking cargo plane painted like a sunset with the chicken out front.  We have to go extract a crew mate but if you can follow along we can talk busness.  I get the feeling we are going to need every ship we can get to not be going down in a blaze of glory by the end of this.`
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« Reply #152 on: January 16, 2013, 11:46:14 pm »

"Well if it is Namu, we'll need to land outside the reef, as the water inside is probably too shallow. Do you know where on the Atoll your man is and where the nearest Japanese are - assuming it was them who shot him down?" Captain Reynolds asked, continuing, "We also need fuel and if we are to meet hostiles without fighter cover we could do with beefing up the Empire's armament - say four Browning 50 calibres if there are any on the base for a fair price?"

Ken grunted beneath his breath - "well I suppose The Marshall Islands can be en route to Borneo if you squint really hard and look at the map sideways after scrumpling it up a bit..."
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« Reply #153 on: January 17, 2013, 12:09:13 am »

"I believe there's about three in our hangar," Al said. "They were left there by a fellow who got shot down a couple years ago, guy by the name of Murphy." Al ticked off numbers in his head, then got out a japanese soroban and tallied up a few more, a habit he had gotten into while wheeling and dealing with an old Japanese trader on whose Island Al had been stranded for six months before Sabre figured out which Island he was on. "Um. Lessee, six, one, three, one up, five up, five down..."  Several more calculations, and he straightened up and said, "fifty bucks'll get you four hundred rounds. The guns're on loan from the Squadron 'til the mission's over."
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« Reply #154 on: January 17, 2013, 12:41:07 am »

"I may have some extra mounts too.  I haven't checked the Dogged Determination after the last few salvages and I tend to keep useful bits. I also have a spare tank for refueling and I am working on a mid air re-fuel nozzle but it isn't quite ready." She didn't mention that the last trial ended in a fireball.  "But as long as we land I should have enough to fill the duck at least."
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« Reply #155 on: January 18, 2013, 01:53:39 am »

Back at the hangar, Al got a bundle of wall-sized charts down from one of the bookshelves in the Ready Room. "Lessee..." he said, perusing the big Polynesian Atolls map, finally pointing to a rhomboidal trace of white-on-blue. "This here's Namu, about..." He did a quick bit of figuring on the E-6B reckoning wheel* that he had snagged from the coffee counter.

"1300 miles, as the Steel Bird flies, if he - or she - flies straight, but that's not really advisable unless you're shippin' a lot of fuel. Gotta watch the winds too, and your revs vs. forward speed; its easy to lose track over the long haul, especially due south of Pearl, and end up in the drink when the fuel you thought you had runs out."

Al used a pencil and ruler top redraw, over the faded lines already marked, the standard route. "The more usual way is to skirt the Big Water over to Guam to the west, or East-southeast to Hickam Field at Pearl Harbor, in Hawaii, then to the actual Marshalls.

There's an airfield there on the eastern edge of the Marshalls on a little coral stump called Steiffell's Beach, where we can either refuel from Donna's supply, or pump it from a cistern at the Pacific Goose Airways Hangar; They're a 2-trimotor local passenger and excursion firm. They've always got several hundred gallons to spare an' they sell it like scotch and soda."
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« Reply #156 on: January 18, 2013, 11:11:41 pm »

OK, we'll refuel over at the barge then get some sleep. Let's hear what the forecast is at oh-three-hundred and decide then, the Empire is designed for the long haul - it's its natural element. Do you want us to ship a few barrels of gas for the Heinkel in case we can get it fixed? Four 55 gallon drums should do it, we can float them ashore and roll them up the beach, we have pumps on board. Can you recommend a couple of guys who would be prepared to come along as spotters? - 4 pairs of eyes will be better than just two...

Thanks for the offer Stella but if this isn't a bolt in job we'll leave it as is for the mission, its just that spraying plenty of lead about tends to put off tail enders, though a direct hit from a single 20mm cannon, if you can manage it, puts them off permanently! Our most vulnerable time is going to be when we are down on the water, hopefully we'll be in and out before anybody notices...

G'night everybody...

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« Reply #157 on: January 19, 2013, 01:57:14 am »

"Alright see you gents far too early in the morning.  Al we best go extract Amir before he manages to get another young lady mooing after him for months." She shuttered that girls aunt was scarier than a fire breathing dragon.  "Hopefully we can get him up and functioning quick we can use all the people we can get."
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« Reply #158 on: January 19, 2013, 02:15:19 am »

It was a relatively simple matter to find Amir, as Silvia had had him sent to the regular infirmary and hospital for the station. "Will you never learn to avoid them wildcats?" Al jibed when he, Donna and Sabre finally stood at the door to the room, looking at Amir with a three-way mixture of concern, bemusedness, and (in Sabre's case) somewhat-flustered disdain. "The kittens hereabouts do tend to scratch, you know," she said.

The Fueling Barge crew was rousted from their evening meal by th ealert bell; they had a customer on the way!

Back at the Steel Birds' hangar, the ground crew wheeled Donna's and Al's ships into position; Al had used the atation's onboard phone system to call in and tell them what to do and expect.

"I still can't get over either one o' these machines," one tech said to another. "Clancy's tub's fatser'n an flies further than it oughter, An Miss Donavan's ouighter be a cargo ship, an both 're able to dogfight."

"you better be glad of it, they're keepin' us in our jobs, ya know," the senior Tech said sharply.

"I know, Iknow..."
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« Reply #159 on: January 19, 2013, 03:46:16 am »

A blurry moment of consciousness. "...kittens...scratch..." a blurry image, though familiar. A loud siren rang out. His vision blurred more and things went black again. He'd be out for a few hours at a time, waking up long enough to get a bite to eat, before slipping out again. He'd be in stitches soon enough, though. The few cases of trauma were slight, and the rest were cuts, though some were rather deep.

"I... I'll not be scoffin' food through a straw, will I? It can't be 'at bad, right Doc?" Amir had regained consciousness, enough so to talk to the attending. "It's just a couple cuts. I'll need a couple stitches. I'll be fine, right?" He spoke with a weak smile and felt his focus slipping slightly. "Hurry up and tell me before I fall out again. Hate to be told I have cancer in my sleep." He chuckled weakly and felt the need to cough. "Anything for me to drink?"
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« Reply #160 on: January 19, 2013, 04:11:22 am »

Donna smiled and held a glass of water for him. "You had better stick to water for now. Looks like that fop used you as a sword dummy.  He missed most of your vitals but you are going to be sore for for a while. Tho I think that Willa girl is very sweet on you.  She wouldn't leave your side until the nurse forced her to."
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« Reply #161 on: January 19, 2013, 12:04:31 pm »

Arthur left the briefing to go back to the Empire to take it across to the barge for refuelling. Ken swung by the stores to have a look at the Brownings. A youthful, crew-cutted, fitter looked up from his well thumbed magazine and raising the largely superfluous aviator sunglasses (they were inside and it was almost dark), he drawled "you the limey wants the machine guns?"

"Irish actually - and yes I would like to see them, please" replied Ken coldly.

Crew cut wandered back into the store and came back with a large heavy item, loosely wrapped in wax paper. Behind him came a shorter, fatter, red faced man carrying a similar item. "Shorty'll git yer the other one if'n yer int'rest'd" muttered crew cut and resumed his magazine and his aviators.

Ken peeled back the paper and inspected the guns. When Clancy had said they had come from a plane that had been shot down he didn't say that it had come down in the sea! The corrosion attested to the fact that other than a quick wipe these devices had languished back there somewhere with no attention and were now, as far as he was concerned, useless. He glared at the short store keeper, who got even redder about the face. "Sorry mate," he sputtered in a Covent Garden porter's accent, "they don't look too pretty, do they? I'm sure they'll work ok wiv' a bit of attention, we don't seem to have much call for them these days - funny really..."

"Well," said Ken, wondering what an East End Londoner was doing behind a store-counter in the middle of the Pacific Ocean - but only for a moment, he seemed to be getting used to the weirdness of this place - "from what we've seen in the Adriatic and Spain and what we've heard from around here, you are going to need lots of them, very soon"

"Is there any place else on this tide swept rock that we are likely to find some serviceable aircraft machine guns?" Ken added, in a more conciliatory tone. The cockney leaned conspiratorily across the counter, "place down souf' of the station called The Billabong, run by a couple of Australians or summ'ink. I've heard you can buy almost any'fing there as long as you have the readies".

Ken just said "thanks, don't bother getting the other one out - there is too much work in them and too little time, I'll make do with what we've got" and as he wheeled towards the door, he wondered if Clancy knew the state of the guns he had just offered?

Things were getting interesting...

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« Reply #162 on: January 19, 2013, 06:32:02 pm »

Amir smiled and boldly laid a sore arm across his forehead. "This has happened a few times. I think it happened last time I took a spin with Willa. I'm surprised she didn't recognize the technique." He took the glass of water with his other sore arm and took it to his lips. Every flex hurt. A weaker man would've screamed in pain, or at least grunted. Amir had been through worse, however.

"I'm still on for that dance, lass. Just as soon as these wounds heal, I'll be right 'n' ready to tap my heels 'n' shake my legs." He chuckled as he covered an eye with his arm and gave a sly smile. "I wouldn't forget 'bout a deal like 'at."
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« Reply #163 on: January 19, 2013, 08:08:13 pm »

When they finally arrived back at the hangar, Al asked after the guns; he arrived just after Ken had left, and the guns were still out on the counter. "What the hell is this!?" he shouted. Didn't we agree that you would take Murphy's guns apart and clean and lube the parts, cover 'em in grease and sealplate and pack 'em away proper-like? Those were your words, in fact, as I remember! How're we supposed to deal our salvage if it all corrodes away!?"

"Oi, wal, stuff 'appens, y'know?"  The mechanic's mate who had been given the job or caring for salvaged ordnance said.

"Stuff HAPPENS?! Al exclaimed, his normal cool, easygoing mien evaporating instantaneously. "What, you just happen to forget to service our guns, and we just happen to get shot down 'cause we can't shoot back? Is that what you mean?! What about the rest of the salvage stock?!

"I can tell you its slipshod, Mr. Clancy, Sir," the head mechanic answered, walking up behind the other two. "looks all spiffy in the front racks, but tha's all just for show. Done warned 'im twice, but 'e just makes excuses, laughs with goggleboy there, and they rares back and reads sumpin' useless. If it weren't fer the rest o' us keepin' things up, they'd have the whole thing in rack and ruin."

The end result was that Al told the mechanic's mate who was charged with the job of refurbishing the guns (who was a pity hire anyway, and had turned out to be pretty useless, and a fifth wheel around the shop) along with Glasses Boy, that if it were completely up to him, they'd be turned out with advice to get off the station as soon as the next boat; in other words, fired and deported. Sabre added that she was 'sorely tempted' to have a talk with the security chief and have the two of them escorted off the station immediately. "if this were the actual military of any country you care to name, she said heatedly, "you'd be severely reprimanded and demoted at the very ;least." she added, "if this were the Adriatic, you'd be shunned by every pilot and mechanic in the region. I can't stand the sight of you." A little while later that was exactly what happened, after Sabre went into the office and borrowed the phone.

Al did a twice-over walkaround of the Duck, Sabre following behind and doublechecking everything, just in case. They found nothing wrong, not a screw loose or missing. Apparently , the head mechanic and his bunch, and Al's own crew were trustworthy. "Well, let's get in the air," he said to Sabre and Donna. We might still catch them up in time to provide cover at the lagoon..."
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« Reply #164 on: January 19, 2013, 08:49:15 pm »

Arthur looked out of the cockpit portside window at the moon's reflection on the Pacific Ocean, pacific in name and nature as of the moment. The mighty Perseus XIIs roared out their power to nobody in particular, spitting exhaust into the cool night air. This was flying he understood, set a course, set power and boost to optimum for range and speed and then tune into the 'plane - her noises, her feel, her very presence...

Ken stepped down from the astrodome - Clancy had been correct, there were so few landmarks out here to check the dead reckoning systems, a 'plane could become hopelessly lost until low fuel level lures it down to a landing on a false island. By maintaining a manual plot with astro navigation he would keep a check and double check on the instrumentation as they counted off the miles to Namu Atoll and the dawn.

In the central cabin, the two spotters recommended by Clancy snoozed in the massive IAW reclining armchairs until their skills were needed. Baldwin and Torres had been only too pleased to be asked to accompany the flight, one of their number was down and needed help, they would respond and it didn't matter who they hitched a ride with.

 
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« Reply #165 on: January 19, 2013, 09:11:48 pm »

Donna was a litttle worried.  "Listen I know we need to get moving but I don't feel right leaving Amir here all by his lonesome incase someone desides to finish what that fop started.  I know it won't be the best for his stiches but I would feel better if we could defend him."
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« Reply #166 on: January 19, 2013, 10:25:03 pm »

Right on cue the ocean ahead changed from inky darkness to a pale grey. Mr.Sun was therefore somewhere over Arthur's left shoulder, perfect for the approach to the south west corner of the atoll where the downed pilot was last reported, they'd be coming out of the sun, but so would any fighters. Until the sun was higher this would not be a problem, the Empire was coming in low, any fighters would need to be too low to be effective to hide in the sun just yet and hopefully they would all be on their way back 'home' before long.

Arthur pressed the intercom, "Baldwin, Torres, to lookout stations please. Navigator can I have an approach course to put us over the target and an ETA?"

Ken looked at his plotter, at his last astro calculations and finally at the Navigator. It hadn't let them down before but it was still new, an unknown in the machine. "two- eight - oh skipper; repeat two - eight - oh. Twenty three minutes - standing by..."

Baldwin and Torres, wide awake now, positioned themselves at the cabin windows, one port, one starboard. The ocean was changing from the sullen grey to it's usual deep, deep blue - let it begin!

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« Reply #167 on: January 21, 2013, 06:40:08 pm »

It waqs a fine day for flying. that fact was not lost on Ken or his crew, or Al, or on the part of two opposing forces.

One, a 'flight' (if one could call it such) of three privateer aircraft out of Paum Paum Island off the Malay coast, coming in on a western vector that would intersect the 's course early on, were somply 'skulking,' as their company called it; simply flying out in a general direction across several relatively-heavily-used air lanes in search of prey. They sighted the Short flying boat as they cruised by underneath, their souped-up but still relatively low-ceilinged parasol monoplanes already near their ceiling. They radioed the position at which they had sighted the much larger aircraft back to their base, or tried to -- but there was no resposne, as they had already exceeded the range of their radios at that altitude. They continued on their way, more interested in surface shipping than big aircraft flying high.

Things would have looked rosy for the mission, if not for the second party out and about that day: a truncated 'flight' of four Nakajima A5N (nicknamed "Claude") Japanese Navy carrier monoplane fighters, outbound from a small flattop carrier at Namu Atoll, accompanying a medium-sized japanese cargo/troop aircrafaft  The small force did not approach the flying boat or even hail or respond to hailing, but perhaps more ominously, proceeded in the direction from which the flying boat had come -- to ward the Pacific Refueling Station.

The flight soon was requesting permission to land at the Station, and inquiring as to the disposition of the 'ambassador.'
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« Reply #168 on: January 21, 2013, 08:07:17 pm »

Donna tucked Amir in and almost kissed his head like she would do for her younger siblings.  She could not deside if this was because he had played at being her cousin and she truly missed her family or from the fact sh could see this all going bad quick. Perhaps worse than china.  It was only luck that she was not dead in a ditch and memorys af that clung to her and made her paranoid.  Donna had lost a good friend and the best co-pilot to that and it had taken her a while to look at other people as things she tried and failed to save.  The others didn't know about this dark spot in her sunny disposion but she supected Al had an inkling after having to taker her back to the bace a few times when she was drunk and full of dark memories.  She looked at Amir and smiled. "When this is all over we will dance like you never have before."
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« Reply #169 on: January 21, 2013, 11:19:42 pm »

Donna was not the only person remembering China; it had not been more than a few months since the last debacle over Burma between the Chinese and Japanese airforces, and Al had served as a courier between the American delegation and a Chinese diplomat whose home base was in a garrison town on the infamous Burma Road, Sabre often acting as radioman and frequently utilizing her skill as a rear gunner, although the rear machine gun on the Duck was controllable from the cockpit. It just worked better to have a live gunner on the grips than Al peering through the mirror array while simultaneously piloting the ship and gunning away with the twin .30s up front. The Japanese recognized no noncombatants in actual practice, for all of their rattling rhetoric about respecting diplomatic immunity.

"PaRefSta, We are Diplomatic Protective Flight two seven zero," The heavily-accented Japanese voice said over the Main Frequency. "We do not recognize your warning to wait. Any further attempt to delay our arrival will be considered act of war. Stand Down all aircraft and surrender, please." The commander of the sortie had heard the short form of the Ambassador's condition and situation, and was not pleased.

The Claudes flown by these latest Japanese visitors sparked a memory of the same type of craft dogfighting against the Chinese "Peashooter" type fighters over Burma; the Chinese barely had a chance, as the Claudes were faster, more maneuverable, and had heavier armament. Al had had two on his own tail that time, when they mistook him for a Chinese spotter. Sabre had gunned one out the sky, and Al had faded the duck back and cut loose with the twin synchronized .30 caliber brownings in front, literally chopping the tailsection of the Claude to pieces. Sabre had yelled in fright when he did that, and gave him a thorough verbal dressing-down after they landed.  The making-up was incredible, though...

The Claudes buzz-roared overhead as the transport powered in for a fast landing and Taxied to a stop opposite the runway from the Steel Birds' hangar. "Well, they re not carrying bombs," Sabre said as she peered through her binoculars at them. "No telling what's in that transport, though, she added wryly. she turned the glasses knurled focusing knob and squinted, them cursed in a most unladylike fashion, just as the Claudes landed en masse and began slowing to taxiing speed.

"Al, Dammit, those're troops, they're armed, and they're towing a heavy machine gun!"

Al shaded his eyes, and needed no extra lenses to see that the tiny figures across the field were indeed towing a two-wheeled cart with an ominous black piece of ordnance. "Quick! get in the hangar and tell Spanner and the boys to break out the .50 and the mortar rig and get out here with 'em pronto! See if you can get your people to scramble your Warhawks!"

"What're you going to do!?" Sabre said, suddenly apprehensive.

"Duck's prop's already spinnin'! If nothin' else, I'll use her guns! If possible, I'll take 'er up and get the drop on 'em!"
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« Reply #170 on: January 22, 2013, 12:13:51 am »

The Empire flying boat dropped down, almost to sea level as it approached the atoll. Suddenly it had got more like flippin' Piccadilly Circus than the middle of the Pacific Ocean thought Arthur. First those non-descript stringbags that had difficulty keeping their undercart dry and then young Baldwin had reported a formation of four Japanese fighters escorting a transport. They were too far from any Japanese fighter base that he had heard about back on the Station but a flat top would have to be significant to launch a transport that size...

This much Japanese activity concerned them, if Japan were the aggressors in this incident, then potentially this was about to get diplomatic! He called out on the intercom, "we seem to have company - Ken, did you get a reading on those 'planes?" "Yes, skipper, I think Hadrian will recognise them again if we see similar kites." replied the first officer, chief engineer, navigator, gunnery officer, co-pilot, wet-nurse...

Hadrian was the first officer's pet name for the target acquisition and gun control system he had invented and installed and was testing on behalf of the RAE when the Empire disappeared off of North Africa 5 months ago. He had also called the segments of the same machine that managed navigation 'Magellan' but since it had been pointed out that the unfortunate explorer so named failed to actually return from his famous expedition, dying on the way, Ken now referred to the collection of wires, thermionic valves, resistors, condensors and goodness knows what else, simply as Navigator.

Arthur put the Empire into a slow turn to starboard. "We'll fly down the east side of the point, then climb low inland over the beach and then circle back over this end of the lagoon and then out to sea again - like we're not stopping. Ken, prepare a smoke float to check ground wind direction as we clear the island. I want everybody on the look out for any sign of anything that might be our man or his kite, confirm please".

Everyone responded in the affirmative and they started the sweep. There were no signs that he could see but at this altitude his attention was mostly on keeping 20 tons of aircraft where it was meant to be. As he entered the lagoon, he saw only water and a couple of wrecks that must have been brought over in a hurricane. As he turned to port he momentarily lost sight of the lagoon and then they were hopping over the palm trees and beach and then out to sea again. "Ken, fire the smoke float please"

He took the Empire up to 300 feet and called "all crew report please". Nobody except Baldwin had seen anything. "Skipper" said the youngest member of the crew, "I am sure I saw rainbow colors on the water inside the atoll, close into the beach, kind of like oil or gas being washed out into the lagoon. Looking at what I can see of the smoke float the wind would push any oil from the wrecks away from that cove, any oil must be coming off the beach - from somewhere close to that stand of trees and shrub".

"Well spotted, Baldwin" replied Arthur, thinking, what the hell do we do now?

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« Reply #171 on: January 22, 2013, 01:56:43 am »

At the far end of the lagoon, there was a shape that lurked beneath the water's surface by the L-shaped bit of coral and limestone that held the airstrip and developing airfield; it looked suspiciously like a submerged airship, but there was a subtle ...wrongness... to the lines of the craft that put one in mind of something sinister and dangerous. trees, suspiciously green and fresh despite their location right in the water, and mangroves that somehow managed to rock gently with the waves covered the shape, obscuring but not quite concealing it from close-by eyes; it would have been indiscernible form the far end of teh lagoon or from the air.

Huge powerplants, large enough for a ship twice the size of the Empire, lay barely covered by tarps on the shoreline, and their position on the beach, relative to girder-type crane on the beach right by the waterside, gave an impression that they had been in the process of transferring form one position to another...somewhere. Perhaps to the shape that even now bubbled with air expelled from flotation tanks...

The spotters for the Japanese garrison that had commandeered the site, and "the Project," from their former german owners, heard in the near distance the mutiple Drone of the Empire's engines. The only thing in the area big enough to make that much noise was the troop transpost aircraft, and that had been dispatched to the damnable Pacific Refueling Station. They noted the rise of revs and then the fall of the same as it came in low for anothe pass. Word was sent to the command center, and the order was given to stand down the infantry unless the intruders ventured to the Project's end of the atoll "stealth protocol," the Commanding Officer, Colonel Subitu, said. "We are supposed to be a secret base, after all..."
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« Reply #172 on: January 22, 2013, 06:49:37 pm »

Donna knew those klaxons.  She looked at Amir and started to curse. "Hang tight I will get us out of this. Hen 5, 7, 12." She shouted as soon as she was out of the room.  A trained chicken wasn't as good as a co-pilot but she was better than nothing. Hen hit the buttons and a contraption in the corner let forth a shower of corn as the engines kicked up.  Donna practicaly threw herself in the pilot's seat and got her headset on.  "Dog to duck cargo is stored and I am ready to fly over."
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« Reply #173 on: January 22, 2013, 10:43:47 pm »

A burst from the forward guns, an answering burst from the Japanese gun and three ineffective bullet holes in the rear fuselage, and the Blue Duck was in the air, its heavily modified and supercharged radial engine howling like a mechanical banshee as Al brought the duck around. Two of the japanese fighters had not yet stopped their engines and gave chase, ignoring totally other traffic in the area.

Al shook his head in disbelief. "They're already low on fuel; they have to be," he muttered. Still, they seemed not to think about it much as they roared on after the duck, catching up rapidly. Al knew better than to try and outrun them; the Duck was almost as fast as they were, but not quite. More than sufficient for fighting pirates and overzealous privateers and miscreants, but less than a match in speed for an actual military fighter. Still, he had a few dirty tricks under his sleeve, and it was a safe bet that these two had never faced him in battle before.

He flipped the toggle controlling the rear guin to "on," and swatted open the shutter that exposed the display prism of the mirror-based rear sighting system, manipulating the gun via the four loose spring-loaded toggles on the side of the pilot's chair, and put the crosshairs squarely on the cowling of the fighter immediately behind him. He pulled the trigger, and the rear .30 spat a steady stream of rounds into the prop and engine of the oncoming 'plane, which burst into a fireball, literally blowing itself apart.  

Al put the Duck into a dive, and then back up into a hammerhead stall, the wings waggling in a slow side-to-side yaw as she stalled out and then turned nose-to-tail and plunged back down again, straight at the pursuing claude coming up from below. He cut loose with the forward guns, and the japanese pilot desperately ruddder-kicked out of the way, trailing a thick streamer of black smoke and oil. A moment later everything went wrong at once for the claude, and a smallish explosion blew the cowling off and loosened the starboard wing, and the fighter fell to the ocean below as the wing folded up all wrong way around.

"Now for the ruthless bit," Al said as he leveled out and turned back toward the station, readying three air grenades for a run on the transport and the other two fighters... But then he saw Donna's ship and hailed her. "Wanna help kill a big bird on the ground?"
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« Reply #174 on: January 22, 2013, 11:26:53 pm »

The Dogged Detrmanation took off quicky and fell in to a circle that told Al she had her auto flying contraption in place. Donna kicked a pin out of her seat that allowed her to move it along a track in the floor to a frankinstined controll panal that manned the guns.  She would have to duck back to the flight comand station when ever not atively flying.  Thank goodness for Hen manning the bomb release. Donna simply did not have enough hands to make this work other wise.  "Dog to duck I am ready to unleash the hounds of war. I am guessing  that big basterd down there is who you want me to send to the pound?"
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