Elevated View

[Nathan Whyte]

Time of Day (24 Hour Clock): 1436
Current Weather Conditions: Cloudy, light SE breeze, getting gustier and stronger with higher altitudes.

FIRST POST: NEUTRAL

The Spitfire’s powerful engine pulled the magnificent plane above the French countryside. The pilot, a certain Flight Sergeant Nathan Whyte, known over the radio as Kiwi, shifted slightly in his seat, the light plane shaking slightly with the movement.

”You alright, Kiwi?” His wingman, Lewis “Lime” Griffin spoke calmly over the radio, but Kiwi knew he was on edge. The German Me109’s had been combing the area, and they were out to find them and try to score a few kills. It was cheap, trying to pray on stragglers who were running out of fuel and ammo, but it was the safest way to do it.

”Affirmative, Lime. Just trying to get comfortable. Are you fine back there?” Kiwi was flying on a bearing 126, away from the town of Carentan which was safely under control of the 3ID. He peered at the altimeter; they were a touch below 13000 feet. He tapped the handle of the throttle lever slightly as he waited for Lime’s reply.

”Roger. I can’t see anything around here, and we’re just leaving the radar range.” They had captured some German coastal radar stations which hadn’t been destroyed, but there was a limited range, so it was only a limited help. At this moment, Lime was about fifty meters behind Kiwi, slightly higher and to the starboard of his plane. This way, he had a good unobstructed view, and plenty of room to move out of the way if need be.

”Affirmative, Lime. Increase throttle two-thirds, ease out at Angels-5.”
”Roger that, Kiwi. Throttle two-thirds until Angels-15.”

There was an increase in the drone of the engines, as the two pilots pushed the throttle levers forward. With the extra power, the planes would start increasing in altitude, where the two pilots would ease off at about 15000 feet, an Angel being the RAF radio code for 1000 feet. Kiwi quickly flicked the radio to transmit to base frequencies, ”Marne Home, Dog Kiwi. Waypoint Baker reached. Climbing to Angels 15.”

”Dog Kiwi, Marne Home. Received and understood. Good luck, boys.”

Both pilots heard the message and reply, and switched back so they were only speaking on the local frequency between their two planes. They could still hear base frequencies, but they wouldn’t transmit. That way, they would know when they were being talked to, but if the base controller was talking to other aircraft, he wouldn’t be interrupted by their chatter.

[Rolf Jäger]

(( OOC: Just wanted to add that I am indeed headed right towards the Allied aircraft and not flying away from them, although I guess that much is obvious... ))

The Rotte of two Messerschmitt Bf 109's rumbled over the lush landscape of the French countryside and inside the leading aircraft, Hauptmann Rolf Jäger stretched his neck and shoulders. The cockpit of the fighter gave little room for movement and although Rolf enjoyed the feeling of almost being one with the fighter, he sometimes wished he would have had just a little bit more room to move around. Still, he loved this particular fighter and scoffed at the pilots who said that the 109 was a fickle fighter to fly - sure, it had it's quirks, but once you mastered them, with a skillful pilot the 109 could well match a Spitfire in combat. Rolf had been flying enough in his precious 'Lola' to know the fighter inside-out. A rearing black horse decorated the left side of the fighter - it was symbol both denoting the man's origins, but in a way also his appreciation for this particular animal. Rolf considered the coat of arms of Stuttgart a very fitting symbol and he used it as his personal emblem with pride.

Rolf glanced slightly to the back and to his right side to see the other Messerschmitt flying in their rather loose formation - it enabled them to maneuver more freely and also to observe their surroundings more effectively, covering each other's blind spots. Kronberg was flying 180 meters behind and 100 meters higher than the leading aircraft, keeping a watchful eye. They had fastened their oxygen masks on at about 4500 meters to keep their heads clear and working in the higher altitude. As Rolf's gaze swept over the skies to his sides and to the front of him, Kronberg made sure that their six was clear of enemy fighters. The Allied fighters had been patrolling the area in small formations and Rolf was trusting to spot at least a few stray Spitfires before the flight was over. He had been sitting in offices and flying meaningless sorties far too long and he was itching to see some action - one could hardly become a famous ace just by sitting around in the airfield, letting the others do all the flying!

"Schakal, Richter hier. Erhalten Sie gegenwärtige Höhe von 5000 Metern aufrecht. Und halt die Augen offen. Wir werden das gegenwärtige Steuerkurs 310 behalten, sehen, ob wir irgendetwas entdecken können," Rolf's slightly raspy voice carried over the radio to the other fighter and the radio crackled as Kronberg responded with an affirmative. "Verstanden, Richter. Himmel sind für jetzt klar," Kronberg answered and Rolf could hear from his voice that he was slightly on the edge. They might have not considered each other extremely good friends, but when it came to flying, they trusted each other and worked well together. Rolf liked the fact that Kronberg was a level-headed man, obedient and quick to follow orders, but not without that spark of enthusiasm that was important for a fighter pilot. They still had plenty of fuel and since they had not seen any combat on the flight so far, they were good on their ammo, also. Now they only needed a target to point their MG's at and Rolf's steel-grey eyes were peered carefully for the slightest glimpse of another aircraft. That familiar feeling of anticipation and excitement were taking hold of him as he realized that they were moving into an area where spotting enemy aircraft was more likely and he knew that the same feeling was probably affecting Kronberg, too.


Translations:

"Schakal, Richter hier. Erhalten Sie gegenwärtige Höhe von 5000 Metern aufrecht. Und halt die Augen offen. Wir werden das gegenwärtige Steuerkurs behalten, sehen, ob wir irgendetwas entdecken können."
"Schakal, Richter here. Maintain present altitude of 5000 meters. And keep your eyes open. We will keep the current heading of 310, see if we can spot anything."

"Verstanden, Richter. Himmel sind für jetzt klar."
"Understood, Richter. Skies are clear for now."

[Nathan Whyte]

The two Spitfires had just completed their increase in altitude and had released the throttle slightly, when Lime came over the radio. ”Kiwi, Lime. Bandits 1 o-clock high. Repeat, bandits 1 o-clock high.”

Kiwi looked above slightly to his right, and saw it, too Me 109’s flying towards them. ”Affirmative, Lime. Follow my lead, full throttle, get behind and we’ll Immelmann them.” He waited for a quick confirmation from his wingman as he pushed the throttle all the way forward, and pulled back on the joystick slightly. ”Marne Home, Kiwi. Bandits times two, encountered approx six miles from waypoint Baker, angels 16. Moving to engage.”

”Received and understood, Kiwi. Good luck.”

Kiwi took a second look at the 109’s. They were about another 3 miles away, roughly one thousand feet above them. The plan would be for the two Allied pilots, who certainly would not go unnoticed by an experienced German pilot – as was the way with things – to go flying underneath them by about 500 feet, before sharply pulling back on the controls. After flying half a loop, they would complete a half roll so they would be, theoretically behind and level with, if not slightly above the German pilots. They had one advantage, a mass of clouds started about halfway between them, and there were many more clouds above the Germans.

Of course, the enemy were another 3 miles from them. It was harder to spot an enemy below you, just because you had your plane blocking the view, so hopefully they could get close enough to the enemy so that by time they noticed them, they would be ready to start the manoeuvre. ”Lime, keep an eye on them. If they start to dive, or aim at us, let me know and break right.” After a quick confirmation, Kiwi began to focus on the distance, as well as searching for other targets. The system of having the wingman focus on targets whilst the first pilot focused on the manoeuvre and guided via radio meant that the enemy would have a harder time pulling a surprise out of nowhere.

They were committed now, with two options. If they were successful, they would Immelmann, if not, they would break in opposite directions, and try to get in position.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Um...6 miles? Granted I know that you two would be closing on one another at a very rapid pace, but even in the sky anything at 6 miles away would be a mere spec at most. I'm gonna let it fly this time (no pun intended) as this is pretty much the first proper ariel battle but Dieter if you have an issue with this let me know.

-JT

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:

Flight Sergeant Nathan Whyte Kiwi
Supermarine Spitfire F.Mk VIII - Fully functional

NPC Pilot Lewis Griffin Lime
Supermarine Spitfire F.Mk VIII - Fully Functional

Morale = Anxious

Axis Soldiers:

Haptmann Rolf Jager Richter
Messerschmitt Bf 109G-6/R6 - Fully Functional

NPC Pilot Walter Kronberg Schakal
Messerschmitt Bf 109G-6/R6 - Fully Functional

Morale = Focused

Actions:

- The Allied forces have continued toward the Axis Forces without delay, remaining below their target.

- The Axis forces currently are unaware of the Allied presence, and the closer the two forces come the easier it will be for the Allied forces to remain undetected given the difficulty to see directly below one's self in a cockpit.

- The Allied forces have yet to reach the blind-spot of the Axis fully, and given this random cloud that was conjured out of no where by the Allies that clearly benefited the Allies and hindered the Axis pilots, I would not be opposed to the Axis forces spotting their incoming attackers. That and given the Allied bearing, the time of day, and the relation between the opposing forces the Allied planes would be reflecting a lot more sunlight than the Axis ones anyway.

Next Post: Jager

-JT

[Rolf Jäger]

Grey eyes scanned the skies carefully, relentlessly. Rolf knew how important remaining vigilant and observing one's surroundings was for a fighter pilot and how it could determine the outcome of the battle in the matter of moments. You left your guard down, you thought you were safe, and you could end up with enemy's machine guns singing behind you before you even realized they were there. As arrogant as the young Hauptmann might have been, he certainly did not feel smug enough to drop his guard in enemy airspace. The presence of clouds might make things difficult for them, but then again, they would also hinder their enemy's ability to see them.

They had been flying for a while at the same altitude and bearing now and Rolf was just about to tell his wingman that they would be changing their heading, when a fleeting glimpse of something glinting from between a few clouds caught his eye. Squinting his eyes, Rolf tried to make sure he had seen something, for a moment finding himself wondering if he had been merely imagining things. Then he could spot them - two Spitfires moving from the cover of a cloud in a steady, determined manner. Rolf breathed out and a sudden flame lit in his eyes. "Schakal, ich habe zwei Feinde um 12 Uhr gesichtet, gerade zu uns um ungefähr 150 Meter unter uns gehend. Machen Sie eine Bewegung nicht, zeigen Sie ihnen nicht wir haben sie entdeckt," Rolf told his wingman, his raspy voice carrying over the radio to the other fighter. Rolf felt the blood running quicker in his veins, that familiar anticipation of an upcoming battle sharpening his every sense. The Spitfires had finally come out to play.

Rolf could not see the fighters anymore, they had disappeared into the blind spot of his fighter and he knew that they would have the added benefit of the clouds covering them. There was no way of knowing if the enemy fighters had spotted the Messerschmitts, but if they had, naturally their plan would be to gain some altitude and to get behind them. There was now a mass of clouds between them and the Spitfires - Rolf knew that this was the time to make his move, he had very little time to react. "Schakal, bleiben Sie hinter mir zurück, wir gehen für einen Immelmann, gehen Sie verbergen sich in jenen Wolken über uns. Machen Sie sich bereit, um die Bewegung durchzuführen... jetzt!" the Hauptmann's voice over the radio was steady, determined. He knew that the Spitfire was a truly dangerous adversary and this knowledge only made him concentrate on his task harder. The Hauptmann maneuvered his fighter into a half-loop, bringing the fighter into a 180 degree turn and then into an aileron roll, the other Messerschmitt following the maneuver closely. They were aiming to get into the shelter of the clouds directly above them and Rolf could only hope that they had not been spotted while performing the move.

In case the enemy fighters would be climbing up from behind the cloud, they would not find their targets flying in the spot they most likely expected them to be and the Messerschmitts would be above them, hopefully hidden by the clouds above them, giving them more time to maneuver in for a proper attack.


Translations:

"Schakal, ich habe zwei Feinde um 12 Uhr gesichtet, gerade zu uns um ungefähr 150 Meter unter uns gehend..."
"Schakal, I have sighted two enemies at 12 o'clock, heading straight towards us about 150 meters below us. Do not make a move, do not show them we have spotted them."

"Schakal, bleiben Sie hinter mir zurück, wir gehen für einen Immelmann, gehen Sie verbergen sich in jenen Wolken über uns..."
"Schakal, stay on my tail, we are going for an Immelmann, go hide in those clouds above us. Get ready to perform the move... now."

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:

Flight Sergeant Nathan Whyte Kiwi
Supermarine Spitfire F.Mk VIII - Fully functional

NPC Pilot Lewis Griffin Lime
Supermarine Spitfire F.Mk VIII - Fully Functional

Morale = Anxious

Axis Soldiers:

Haptmann Rolf Jager Richter
Messerschmitt Bf 109G-6/R6 - Fully Functional

NPC Pilot Walter Kronberg Schakal
Messerschmitt Bf 109G-6/R6 - Fully Functional

Morale = Anxious

Actions:

- The German pilots having waited to make their move until they were out of sight of the Allied pilots are presumed to be unaware of their enemy.

- No problems pulling off the Immelmann.

- Now both pairs of pilots are in cloud cover and no one is entirely sure where the other is. Close contact to remedy this is highly unlikely.

Next Post: Whyte

-JT

Inside the fire - Disturbed
If everyone cared - Nickelback
Straight out of line - Godsmack

[Nathan Whyte]

So far, it seemed to be going successfully. They hadn’t been shot at, possibly not even seen as his left hand pushed the throttle lever forward. The Rolls-Royce Merlin growled as he pushed the joystick forwards slightly, as to put the fighter in a slight dive and give him the extra little push, before pulling back hard. The powerful aircraft roared upwards in a sideways u-shape. As he reached the top, he commenced a half-roll as the plane entered the clouds. ”Lime, you still with me?”
”Affirmative, Kiwi.”
”Reduce speed to two-four-zero knots.”
”Affirmative, two-four-zero.”

Kiwi pulled back on the throttle, watching the needle of the indicative airspeed meter slowly drop out of the corner of his eyes, whilst his head swivelled, looking for the German fighters. He couldn’t seem them. Shit, they must have seen them coming. Grinding his teeth whilst he thought quickly he started speaking again. ”Lime, can you see them?”
”Negative, Kiwi. They must have got the jump on us.”

Kiwi pulled back on the fuel mix, making it a bit leaner. With the higher altitude, there was less air, so he didn’t need as much fuel in the engine, and this would also keep him going a bit longer. ”Lime, this is Kiwi, here’s my theory. They saw us, and they went above or below the cloud when they saw us doing the Immelman. They’ll be waiting for us to exit and then they’ll pounce on us. Agree?”
”Kiwi, Lime, sounds reasonable. What are you suggesting?”
”We wait in the clouds. Get in to their heads.”

As they were talking, they began approaching the edge of the cloud. They were in the same positions as they had been earlier, Lime to the rear, slightly above and to the right. They could see the cloud thinning and more light coming through. When after the Immelman, they were now on a bearing of 317, almost exactly Northwest, and flying in to the wind. This meant the cloud front was approaching them, and cutting short their cover.

”Lime, Kiwi. Outwards turn, resume formation on vector one-four-zero.”
”Kiwi, Lime. Affirmative, resume on vector one-four-zero.”

The two aircraft turned, rolling on to 45 degree angles and pulling back on the control columns to make the turn faster, using the rudder pedals to maintain altitude, Kiwi going left, Lime going right. As they came out, Kiwi was now at the rear and to the right, Lime at the front.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:

Flight Sergeant Nathan Whyte Kiwi
Supermarine Spitfire F.Mk VIII - Fully functional

NPC Pilot Lewis Griffin Lime
Supermarine Spitfire F.Mk VIII - Fully Functional

Morale = Anxious, bit worried

Axis Soldiers:

Haptmann Rolf Jager Richter
Messerschmitt Bf 109G-6/R6 - Fully Functional

NPC Pilot Walter Kronberg Schakal
Messerschmitt Bf 109G-6/R6 - Fully Functional

Morale = Anxious

Actions:

- The Allied pilots have remained in the cover of the clouds.

- All pilots are still within cloud cover and more or less blind, not only to their enemy's location

Next Post: Jäger - Can you please put your heading in your post as well. Nathan thanks for having it listed, never knew it would help as much as it does but it is very helpful actually. Knowing how to use a compass is making it easy for me to keep track of your movements with no map.

-JT

Voices - Disturbed
The Middle - Jimmy Eat World
Prayer - Disturbed

[Rolf Jäger]

Heading now to an opposite direction than as they had started out with, Rolf could not be sure if the pilots of the Spitfires had managed to catch a glimpse of them or not, but in the middle of all these clouds it didn't seem to matter. They could follow them, but they wouldn't be able to do anything more than Hauptmann Jäger and his wingman could. Rolf's eyebrows crunched in deep thought for a moment and he knew they could either play tag in the middle of the clouds or settle this fight like good, old-fashioned gentlemen. They would have to come out of the clouds sooner or later and Rolf wasn't just going to hide, then escape back to their own airfield when they would be running out of fuel. No, he would rather take his chances and battle it out while they still had the fuel and he did not want to risk running headlong into the Spitfires in the middle of that cloud, either.

"Schakal, hör zu. Wir nehmen Kurs... 180, gehen Sie aus diesen Wolken, dann fangen Sie an, eine breite Umdrehung zum Westen zu machen Kurs 260. Reduzieren Sie die Geschwindigkeit auf 380 kph und Aufenthalt, der auf der Sitzstange sitzt. Wir beide müssen bleiben unsere Augen öffnen sich, sobald sie aus dieser Wolke kommen," Rolf's raspy voice carried over radio to the other Messerschmitt and he heard Kronberg giving him an affirmative. The two fighters banked to the side as they started their sharper turn towards south, clearing out of the large cloud. Rolf could only hope that the clouds were blinding the other pilots as effectively as they had blinded them and they would have enough time to clear the clouds and observe the situation from a safer distance.

Once the two Messerschmitts had cleared the cloud and ended up about one kilometer away from the place they had started their turn from, Rolf let the aircraft carry on towards south as he gave his wingman their second heading. "Schakal, Kurz 260 jetzt nehmend. Leichte Umdrehung, halt die Augen offen für die Feindlichen." The Hauptmann pulled at the controls of his Messerschmitt again and the right wing of the aircraft tipped down obediently, the engine emitting an exhilarting rumble. Rolf made his aircraft roll slightly to its side so he could observe the area with the clouds and the Spitfires more clearly, just by looking up and to his side. His wingman had naturally followed this maneuver, still staying behind and slightly higher than the Hauptmann's aircraft, also keeping his eyes peeled for the enemy.

Granted, the Germans were now visible and without cover, but Rolf would make sure that once the Spitfires cleared those clouds and started coming at them, they would spot them easily enough. He trusted that the distance they had taken from those precarious clouds would give them ample time to react.


Translations:

"Schakal, hör zu. Wir nehmen Kurs... 180, gehen Sie aus diesen Wolken, dann fangen Sie an, eine breite Umdrehung zum Westen zu machen Kurs 260...."
"Schakal, listen up. We're taking bearing... 180, head out of these clouds, then start making a wide turn towards west, bearing 260. Reduce the speed to 380 kph and stay sitting on the perch. We both need to keep our eyes open once they come out of that cloud."

"Schakal, Kurz 260 jetzt nehmend. Leichte Umdrehung, halt die Augen offen für die Feindlichen."
"Schakal, taking bearing 260 now. Easy turn, watch out for the enemy."

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:

Flight Sergeant Nathan Whyte Kiwi
Supermarine Spitfire F.Mk VIII - Fully functional

NPC Pilot Lewis Griffin Lime
Supermarine Spitfire F.Mk VIII - Fully Functional

Morale = Anxious, bit worried

Axis Soldiers:

Haptmann Rolf Jäger Richter
Messerschmitt Bf 109G-6/R6 - Fully Functional

NPC Pilot Walter Kronberg Schakal
Messerschmitt Bf 109G-6/R6 - Fully Functional

Morale = Anxious, bit worried

Actions:

- The Axis pilots have exited the cover of the clouds and are heading toward the sun.

- All pilots are are becoming slowly but steadily worried as all knew of an enemy presence and are now unaware of where said enemy is.

- Currently the Allies and the Axis are heading in almost perfectly opposite directions from one another, the Axis having the higher altitude.

Next Post: Whyte - Thanks for the headings Dieter, for the record I was tracking you guys accurately, this just helps me to keep from making a mistake.

-JT

Stop - Disturbed
Time of Dying - Three Days Grace

[Nathan Whyte]

Flying through clouds was the same as flying at night, to an extent. You don’t really pay attention to what’s happening outside the cockpit; you fly by your instruments. Obviously, given the combat situation, the two Allied pilots were still paying attention to their surroundings, but you couldn’t fix yourself on the horizon, because what you may think of being level could have you flying at a massive slant.

”Kiwi, Lime. You think it’s time to get out now?”
”Lime, Kiwi. Affirmative. Bank around to bearing three-zero-zero, then full throttle. Gaining speed and altitude bursting out mid-cloud. Angle of attack one-two.”
”Kiwi, Lime. Affirmative, bearing three-zero-zero, full throttle elevation one-two.”
”Going about in three, two, one.”

In unison, the two fighters turned resuming their previous position, Kiwi ahead, Lime behind slightly above and to the right. Their planes sliced through the cloud leaving tiny slip-streams before they levelled off, checking their bearings and pushing their left hands on the throttle levers, making the powerful engines roar.

Keeping one hand on the knob, and the other on the control column. They kept the noses of the two aircraft twelve degrees above the horizontal, and the two aircraft soon punched through the top of the clouds, constantly acceleration and gaining height.

Craning his neck, Kiwi looked above and to either side of the aircraft. ”Bank left,” he barked urgently in to the microphone of the radio. By tilting the aircraft and turning, it allowed him to see underneath and made the two fighters harder targets to hit than a pair of straight and level fighters.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:

Flight Sergeant Nathan Whyte Kiwi
Supermarine Spitfire F.Mk VIII - Fully functional

NPC Pilot Lewis Griffin Lime
Supermarine Spitfire F.Mk VIII - Fully Functional

Morale = Anxious, bit worried

Axis Soldiers:

Haptmann Rolf Jäger Richter
Messerschmitt Bf 109G-6/R6 - Fully Functional

NPC Pilot Walter Kronberg Schakal
Messerschmitt Bf 109G-6/R6 - Fully Functional

Morale = Anxious, bit worried

Actions:

- The Allies have now also exited the cover of the big cloud and are currently gaining altitude, though still slightly below the German pilots.

- For the moment the sun has kept the German pilots from being spotted as the Allied pilots would almost be looking directly into the sun to spot them but deviating from their present course will attract attention if within view.

Next Post: Jäger

-JT

[Rolf Jäger]

Rolf strained his grey eyes as he kept them on the cloud that was effectively hiding the Spitfires and the man had to blink a few times when he felt his eyes drying up. As taxing it was to keep looking for any occasional glints of metal or glass, he didn't allow himself to drop his attention for a second. Aerial fights were often lost when someone let their guard drop down and Rolf wasn't going to let such a thing happen - he was the fierce hunter in the clouds, the soaring German eagle, the gallant knight of the skies. They would show these Spitfire pilots how the German soldier fought, yet. The Hauptmann's eyebrows furrowed and he took a small glance at the instrument panel, before returning his gaze back to the mass of clouds. Both of the Messerschmitts were banking slightly to the right side as the two fighters continued their broad circle around the clouds and, as far as Rolf knew, around their enemies. Kronberg was still maintaining his position slightly behind and higher than Rolf's fighter, ready to direct the Hauptmann and give him information on enemies from his vantage point.

They kept their altitude and speed, but Rolf didn't want to lose sight of the clouds and turn his back on the Spitfires, so the radio crackled soon with his new orders. "Schakal, wir werden ein wenig Geschwindigkeit aufnehmen und fortsetzen, diese Wolken zu umkreisen. Geschwindigkeit zu 430 kph, neuer Kurs 20, leichte Umdrehung. Erhalten Sie gegenwärtige Höhe für jetzt und scharfer Aufenthalt aufrecht," Rolf reminded and after the other pilot had acknowledged his orders, the two fighters banked slightly more and the engines answered the call for more power. Rolf released a low, irritated sigh and regarded the mass of clouds with ever growing annoyance. He was hoping that the other party would get tired of the little game of hide-and-seek and come fight them like proper men.

If they were lucky, the Germans would spot their enemy first and get the advantage, but in a situation such as this, anything was possible. He wasn't looking forward to overly long dog fight and, like most pilots, hoped that they could drop on their enemies undetected and the battle would be settled quickly. The Luftwaffe officer's steely eyes narrowed as they searched for the prey and he felt his skin tingling with anticipation of the fight, ready to act on the first sighting of the enemy.


Translations:

"Schakal, wir werden ein wenig Geschwindigkeit aufnehmen und fortsetzen, diese Wolken zu umkreisen. Geschwindigkeit zu 430 kph, neuer Kurs 20, leichte Umdrehung. Erhalten Sie gegenwärtige Höhe für jetzt und scharfer Aufenthalt aufrecht."
"Jackal, we'll pick up a little speed and continue circling these clouds. Increase throttle to 430 kph, new course 20, easy turn. Maintain current altitude for now and stay sharp."

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:

Flight Sergeant Nathan Whyte Kiwi
Supermarine Spitfire F.Mk VIII - Fully functional

NPC Pilot Lewis Griffin Lime
Supermarine Spitfire F.Mk VIII - Fully Functional

Morale = Anxious, bit worried

Axis Soldiers:

Haptmann Rolf Jäger Richter
Messerschmitt Bf 109G-6/R6 - Fully Functional

NPC Pilot Walter Kronberg Schakal
Messerschmitt Bf 109G-6/R6 - Fully Functional

Morale = Anxious, bit worried

Actions:

- The Allies are quickly approaching maximum speed (605 kmh) and have rapidly closed the gap between their enemy.

- Jäger and his wingman veered out of the brightness of the sun allowing them an easier visual ability...it also allowed them to be seen just as easily by their enemy.

- Both pairs of planes are now on a course that will cross each other's paths, the Allies will hit said point shortly ahead of the Axis pilots given their higher speed.

- Needless to say all four pilots are now fully aware of where their enemy is and where they are headed...and are about twelve seconds from yet again moving passed one another (the way I see it your current paths meet at something close to a ninty degree angle, Allies to the right hand side of the Axis, and Axis to the left hand side of the Allies, just for added clarification.)

Next Post: Whyte

-JT