Elevated View

[Nathan Whyte]

”Bandits, ten o’clock!”, Kiwi practically screamed in to the microphone, slightly shocked by the sudden appearance of the German aircraft.
”Roger, Kiwi, I see them.” was Lime’s levelled response, ”We’re going too fast, they’re going to get behind us.”

Kiwi could see there was a point there, although it was hard to accurately judge, it did look like the two Spitfires would slip ahead of the German Messerschmitts. ”Follow my lead, Lime, we need to get behind them. We’ll make a left bank, and then come round behind them. Are you with me?”
”Roger, Kiwi, let’s go for it.”
”Banking left in three, two, one.”

In unison, the two aircraft turned, quickly making themselves parallel and in the opposite direction of the two German pilots. They watched the German pilots as the aircraft approached, albeit several hundred metres apart. ”Reduce throttle, five-zero-zero kph,” Kiwi said carefully, watching the Germans. He wanted to have the ability to pull some more speed out of the aircraft in case the German’s got behind them. Giving a confirmation, Lime complied, allowing his aircraft to start slowing slightly. They had to use the control column to keep their angle of attack the same with the reduced speed, and they adjusted the trim wheel to make the plan naturally keep level.

As they grew level with the German’s, Kiwi gave the command, ”right bank, get behind them.” Both aircraft rolled on their sides, banking around in a half circle at a comfortable angle so they could keep eyes on the Messerschmitts in front of them. If the Germans started turning too, they could carry on banking in a circle until they got behind them, taking advantage of the Spitfire’s tighter turning circle.

[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 = Startled, adrenaline filled!

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 = Startled, bit of adrenaline

Actions:

- The Allies were the first to make a move having located their enemy, however the gap was too small to turn before they passed the upcoming path of the Axis fighters.

- The Axis pilots let out a small and quick burst of fire that they had almost no time to adjust for.

- None of the rounds landed but have quickly jump started the heartbeats of the Allied pilots.

- Kiwi and Lime initiated their left bank moments afterward and then shortly started to bank back to the right.

- All pilots and planes still in formation, moving away from their respective enemies, Allies are in the process of banking back toward their targets.

Next Post: Jäger

-JT

[Rolf Jäger]

"Schakal, wir haben einen visuellen auf dem Feind," Rolf announced over the radio, although he knew that his wingman had already spotted the two Allied aircraft after having cleared the cluster of clouds. "Feuer frei!" The German fighters were closing in on their enemies fast and Rolf had only a brief moment to act and his finger squeezed the trigger, sending out a short burst of bullets. He was aware that the chances of hitting anything vital were slim at best and the two Spitfires soon whisked past them, the bullets having caused little harm to their metallic hides. "Sie drehen sich nach links," Kronberg noted from his vantage point behind the leading aircraft and Rolf turned his head around in an effort to spot the two aircraft.

It was expected, of course, that the Spitfires would try to maneuver themselves behind the Germans, as they certainly weren't going to make a run for it after their brief contact. Rolf was also quite aware that if they were to start circling with the Spitfires, the Allied fighters would sooner or later be able to get themselves into a position to fire at them due to their ability to turn in a tighter circle. He had no desire to get caught in such a deadly game of tag. "Schakal, nachdem wir manövrieren, will ich, dass Sie Ihre gegenwärtige Entfernung aufrechterhalten, aber Position um 100 Meter tiefer nehmen als ich, um Beobachtungen zu machen. Werden Sie hart nach rechts, jetzt." Rolf brought his fighter into a hard, albeit energy consuming turn to the right and the plane tipped to its side as it rolled and the Hauptmann leveled out from their fast roll once the noses of the two Messerschmitts were pointing at the course of 260 and he had to blink at the sun. "Schakal, erhalten Sie diesen Kurs und Zunahme-Kehle zu 520 kph aufrecht, behalten Sie Ihr Auge auf unserem Heck." Rolf increased the throttle of his own aircraft to 520 kph, but he was flying mostly blind now, their aircraft heading towards the sun as they were. Behind him his wingman took the position he had been pointed out earlier, maintaining the same distance from the leading aircraft but bringing his altitude down by 200 meters. Having increased their throttle and flying away from the enemy aircraft, Rolf allowed them to continue on this course for six kilometers, after which the radio crackled again with his new commands.

"Machen Sie sich für einen Immelmann bereit, wir werden versuchen, sie von der Sonne zu überraschen. Das Einleiten des Manövers jetzt," Rolf's voice was level and he kept his eyes on the various gauges as he maneuvered the fighter into a 180 degree turn, bringing the nose of the fighter up and, as the fighter was upside down, he performed an aileron roll and the fighter's belly was soon pointing towards the ground once again and Rolf's eyes started immediately scanning the sky for the enemy fighters. He would maneuver accordingly to keep the sun at their backs in order to blind their opposition and to maneuver in for a fast and ruthless attack.


Translations:

"Schakal, wir haben einen visuellen auf dem Feind."
"Jackal, we have a visual on the enemy."

"Feuer frei!"
"Fire at will!"

"Sie drehen sich nach links."
"They are banking to the left."

"Schakal, nachdem wir manövrieren, will ich, dass Sie Ihre gegenwärtige Entfernung aufrechterhalten, aber Position um 100 Meter tiefer nehmen als ich, um Beobachtungen zu machen. Werden Sie hart nach rechts, jetzt."
"Jackal, after we maneuver, I want you to maintain your current distance, but take position 100 meters lower than me to observe. Breaking hard to the right, now."

"Schakal, erhalten Sie diesen Kurs und Zunahme-Kehle zu 520 kph aufrecht, behalten Sie Ihr Auge auf unserem Heck."
"Jackal, maintain this course and increase throttle to 520 kph, keep your eye on our tail."

"Machen Sie sich für einen Immelmann bereit, wir werden versuchen, sie von der Sonne zu überraschen. Das Einleiten des Manövers jetzt."
"Get ready for an Immelmann, we'll try to surprise them from the sun. Initiating maneuver 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 = Not as riled up as the Axis pilots, but not far behind either.

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 = Pumped up, ready for action

Actions:

- Richter began his initial bank rather abruptly, his wingman was caught slightly off guard and trailed by a small margin.

- Schakal pushed the throttle harder to catch up and maintain formation.

- Shortly before the Axis pilots began their Immelmann the Allied pilots came around as they intended.

- Shocker, both pairs are currently moving away from one another...YAY![/sarcasm] The Axis pilots are in the process of comming back around toward their targets, the Allied pilots.

Next Post: Whyte

-JT

[Nathan Whyte]

Over the roar of his engine, Kiwi still heard the bullets fired from the Axis planes. He hadn;t been hit, he hadn't felt anything, but he wasn't sure if any rounds had gone behind him to his wingman. He spoke quickly over the radio, "Lime, are you hit?"
"Negative, Kiwi," came the calm reply. Both Spitfires contiuned their bank, and both pilots caught the enemy fighters in the corners of their eyes, attempting an Immelmann. That manouvre was certainly popular today.

"Kiwi, they're going. Do you think they'll come from the sun?" It was a statement, more than anything else by Lime, who kept one eye on the controls of his aircraft as it straightened out of the turn. Kiwi thought for a moment, weighing his options.
"Lime, I see them two. I think they'll come from the sun, we need to get ourselves some cover. Hold present bearing for ten seconds, then right bank. We'll climb and head towards clouds."
"Kiwi, Roger."

Nathan's logic was that if the enemy were flying away from them, it would take them at least thirty seconds to turn around, gain enough height and attempt to make a dive. The Allied planes were now following a bearing of 20 degrees, what the Germans had previously been at, and there was a good mile between them and some clouds at their 11-o'clock. They would first of all increase the distance between themselves and the Germans, and then attempt to find cover in the clouds.

Hopefully, from their they could turn around and get behind the Germans. Dogfights often turned in to games of cat and mouse, with everyone trying to get thre key advantages. The sun, speed and altitude. The Germans had the sun and the altitude, and no doubt would have a good amount of speed as they attacked. The Messerschmitt's had a better rate of climb, so attempting to get higher than them wouldn't end well. Therefore, their best option would be to enter clouds, risk losing sight of the enemy but at the same time make the enemy lose sight of them. From there, a well timed exit could allow them to get behind the Messerschmitt's and deliver a killing salvo.

In unison, the two Spitfires started their turn. The two piots gently added throttle to keep their air speed constant as they climbed. Lime was looking behind him every so often, trying to spot any German aircraft. They would have plenty of time to complete their manouevre, in theory at least, but life had a habit of throwing a spanner in the works and generally screwing everyone over.

[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 = Slightly uneasy

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 = Feeling confident for the moment

Actions:

- The Allied pilots banked toward the clouds once more.

- The Axis pilots having come back around and having the sun at their backs were able to pick up a glimpse of the Allied pilots before they completely disappeared.

- I've also tried to add a bit of visual representation to the mod, lemme know what you think, it's nothing specific, but not very inaccurate either, hope it adds some spice.

Next Post: Jäger

-JT

[Rolf Jäger]

OOC: The chart really makes this a lot easier to visualize, good call, JT, and thanks!

The light from the sun enveloped the two German fighters as they came around, the blazing giant orb now at their backs and the enemy fighters to their front. Rolf was certain that the enemy had witnessed their maneuver and that they had also understood the meaning behind it, yet before now he could have only been guessing on their possible reaction. Rolf's steel-grey eyes narrowed and his teeth gritted together with frustration as he was just able to witness the two Spitfires disappearing into the mass of clouds once again and the German pilot cursed under his breath, his voice nothing but a low, foreboding growl.

As much as he was aware that dogfights were games of maneuvers and counter-maneuvers, he couldn't help but feel slightly irritated by the fact that the Spitfires had gone into hiding again. Still, the next course of action seemed quite obvious to Hauptmann Jäger and he certainly wasn't going to fly into the cloud in search of his enemies only to have them surprise him and his wingman. At the moment the enemy was flying blind, with no idea on where the German fighters were and Rolf was going to exploit this fact to his advantage.

The radio crackled as Rolf's hoarse voice pierced through the steady rumble of the powerful engines. "Schakal, wir kommen ringsherum zurück, um die Sonne an unseren Rücken zu behalten. Das Bringen Kurs 225 und Bankwesen an unserer rechten Seite in fünf Sekunden," the pilot allowed the few seconds to pass. "Manöver anfangend... jetzt," Rolf announced, bringing the Messerschmitt into a banking turn and the right wing of the fighter dipped down obediently as it started turning around, Kronberg bringing his fighter into a similar turn, still maintaining his position behind and slightly below the Hauptmann's fighter. Both of the pilots kept glancing behind them to see if the enemies would emerge from the clouds. It was highly doubtful that the enemy would be giving up the game so soon and the pilots had only sought shelter, hoping to jump on the Germans from the safety of the clouds. Rolf figured that if he and his wingman would be able to keep the sun behind their backs, they could silently observe the Spitfires as they emerged from the clouds and maneuver into an attack while the enemy would still be searching for them.

Once the two Messerschmitts had finished turning and heading straight towards their bearing of 225 while maintaining their altitude and speed, Rolf contacted Kronberg through the radio once again. "Machen Sie sich bereit, um einen anderen Immelmann und scharfen Aufenthalt durchzuführen. Sie könnten die Wolken jeden Moment jetzt verlassen, und wir müssen sicherstellen, dass die Sonne hinter unseren Rücken ist. Das Durchführen vom Immelmann in fünf Sekunden," the tone of the Hauptmann's voice had the strength of practiced routine, as the maneuver had become quite familiar to them during this particular fight. Once again, Rolf allowed five seconds to pass and he radioed his wingman to let him know that he was starting the maneuver. The noses of the two Messerschmitts rose up sharply and the two metallic raptors flew upside down for a small moment before they promptly rolled around, now facing the opposite direction. The eyes of both pilots were immediately searching for any signs of enemy presence from the skies, both of the fighters now flying slightly higher after the Immelmann. Rolf was keeping himself ready to act upon the first sighting of the enemy, to both make sure that the sun would indeed remain behind the backs of the Germans and, if the opportunity presented itself, to move behind the enemy fighters as swiftly and efficiently as possible.


Translations:

"Schakal, wir kommen ringsherum zurück, um die Sonne an unseren Rücken zu behalten. Das Bringen Kurs 225 und Bankwesen an unserer rechten Seite in fünf Sekunden."
"Schakal, we're coming back around to keep the sun at our backs. Taking bearing 225 and banking to our right in five seconds."

"Manöver anfangend... jetzt."
"Starting maneuver... now."

"Machen Sie sich bereit, um einen anderen Immelmann und scharfen Aufenthalt durchzuführen. Sie könnten die Wolken jeden Moment jetzt verlassen, und wir müssen sicherstellen, dass die Sonne hinter unseren Rücken ist. Das Durchführen vom Immelmann in fünf Sekunden."
"Get ready to perform another Immelmann and stay sharp. They might be leaving the clouds every moment now and we need to make sure the sun is behind our backs. Performing the Immelmann in five seconds."

[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 = Slightly uneasy

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 = Still confident

Actions:

- The Axis pilots have maneuvered into pretty much the same position as before, the Allied pilots now a bit further away.

- The Axis pilots have clear visibility but not of the Allied pilots.

Next Post: Whyte

-JT

[Nathan Whyte]

Thick clouds obscured the view of the Spitfire pilots, occasional patches of thin clouds allowing the occasional glimpse of azure sky. Therefore, the two pilots had to rely on their instruments to keep the fighters level and at a steady speed, keeping a look out for the edge of the clouds.

Right now, Lime and Kiwi were playing a mind-game with the Germans, trying to work out the moves of the Germans. ”Kiwi, Lime. They’re going to have the sun behind them when we emerge; they’re smart like that, so put their bearing at three-five to five-five.”
”Lime, Kiwi. Sounds plausible. So, we’ll have to burst out, gain height and get behind them. They’ll no doubt come screaming behind us, so we’ll need to bank away from fire. We’ll go about clockwise, and use that to close any gaps.”

Kiwi’s plan was based upon the simple fact the Spitfire could outturn any aircraft the Germans put in the air. That meant, if they could get themselves flying in circles with the Germans then they could pull in tighter and eventually force themselves behind them. However, there was the inherently risky task of getting out of the cloud cover with the Germans watching them. Not being able to see the enemy Messerschmitt’s, Kiwi couldn’t gauge the distance between them, but he very much doubted the enemy aircraft would be right on top of the cloud. Of course, if they were it would make the manoeuvre very messy…

”Lime, ready to emerge?” enquired Kiwi, as he realised he was approaching the edge of the clouds and about to fly in to the open. With their current heading at 330, they would force the Messerschmitt’s to abandon some of their advantage of the sun by emerging at this angle, and start the circle.
”Kiwi, ready on your mark.”
”Lime, on my mark, full throttle, and angle of attack one-zero. Three, two, one, go.”

Opening up the throttle to let the Merlin engine roar, Kiwi led the manoeuvre pulling back very slightly on the control column and holding it in place as the increased speed made the nose of his aircraft rise on its own accord. ”Lime, keep an eye on the, let me know if they take the bait.” As soon as the Germans looked to start following them, he would begin banking, smoothly at first to allow the Germans to close the gap, but as they approached he would eventually work up to a max-rate turn. It was the Spitfire’s best chance against the faster 109. Of course, that all worked on the assumption that the two German pilots fancied their chances in cutting off the Spitfire’s before they could begin turning. In which case, Kiwi would have to improvise.

[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 = Gaining confidence --> Very 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 = Slightly worried/Still confident

(Noticed I forgot the elevation after I uploaded the image, don't hate me, but there is little change other than the Allies are steadily gaining altitude.)

Actions:

- The Allied pilots soared fourth from the opposite end of the cloud as intended, unfortunately they were never spotted by the Axis pilots.

- With the angle the line of sight would have been at, the Axis pilots are approaching the opposite side of the cloud while the Allies are moving away from it.

- Thier original plan boosted their morale, but when they emerged to find no one around, it nearly bottomed out.

- The Axis pilots are still under the impression that the Allied pilots are still lingering within the cloud.

- The Allied pilots still began their turn, but far later than expected as to put some distance between themselves and the cloud in case the Axis pilots had originally given chase.

Next Post: Jäger

-JT

[Rolf Jäger]

Hauptmann Jäger's steel-grey eyes scanned the edge of the clouds, the blaze of the sun warming the steely backs of their metallic raptors. A silent sneer crept to the pilot's features when the mass of clouds remained unchanged, the enemy still failing to emerge from their shelter as the German fighters neared them and Rolf groaned low in his throat at the thought of having to go hunting for the Allied aircraft once again. He was not too keen in following the enemy into the cloud, either, for although they would be hidden, he and his wingman would be flying completely blind and risking crashing into the other aircraft or emerging from the clouds just to meet their guns.

The German pilot's sharp eyes flicked from the cloud to scan the sky around them and he considered the situation for a few seconds that, at least in his mind, even then lasted for too long. The man's gaze skittered over the clouds once more before the radio rattled in the other fighter once again and Rolf's hoarse voice pierced through the steady rumble of the engines. "Schakal, ich will eine Entfernung zwischen uns und den Wolken. Einnahme unseres vorherigen Kurs, 225, die Umdrehung zu direkt in drei anfangend, von ... jetzt zählend," the pilot did not bother saying the numbers out loud and instead counted them inside his head, bringing his fighter into a bank to the right after the three seconds had passed.

The two fighters started the turn to the right in unison, gradually bringing their noses to greet the light of the sun once again. "Aufenthalt wachsam, Schakal und behält diesen Kurs derzeit," Rolf reminded his wingman, not feeling quite uncomfortable for having lost sight of the enemy, but he would rather get some distance and a clear view than risk running into another fighter inside a cloud. With luck, they would be able to gain the advantage of the sun once again and angle in for a more carefully planned attack while disguised by the blinding light. He had no desire to get into a turning fight with the Spitfires, knowing that they had the edge in the situation and only very skilled maneuvers would save them in such a situation; maneuvers the Hauptmann had in abundance, yet he could not yet tell how skilled their opponents were, the true test of their mettle having been cut quite short, still.

For now, they would retain their current course, seeking the shelter of the sun once more, attempting to secure a more favourable position for a fast attack and the two German eagles soared through the skies, the engines emitting a loud, ominous growl while the German pilot's keen eyes scanned the skies for their targets.


Translations:

"Schakal, ich will eine Entfernung zwischen uns und den Wolken. Einnahme unseres vorherigen Kurs, 225, die Umdrehung zu direkt in drei anfangend, von ... jetzt zählend."
"Schakal, I want some distance between us and the clouds. Taking our previous heading, 225, starting the turn to right in three, counting from... now."

"Aufenthalt wachsam, Schakal und behält diesen Kurs derzeit."
"Keep alert, Schakal and retain this heading for 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 = Morale is on the rise again.

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 = Perplexed/Still confident

Actions:

- The Axis pilots once again made their way toward the visual safety of the sun.

- The Allied pilots finally emerged from beyond the far side of the cloud just in time to catch a glimpse of the German 109s, who are out of range.

Next Post: Whyte

-JT

[Nathan Whyte]

Oddly, the German’s didn’t follow, and were instead flying away from the two Allied pilots, at an almost ninety degree angle. They were heading towards the sun, and despite the slight tint of the goggles of the Allied pilots it was impossible to keep a visual on them.

As they increased in altitude, Whyte decreased the fuel mix slightly – with less air he needed less fuel going to the engine otherwise it wouldn’t combust properly and would cause some problems. He knew that Lime would be doing the same; it was the kind of basic piloting thing only rookies forgot. He gave the rest of the instruments in his Spitfire a quick check, but nothing needed any drastic changes aside from a slight trim adjustment. The fighter could almost fly itself. He flicked the transmit switch as he cast another wary glance towards the two German aircraft. ”Lime, how are you for fuel?”

”Kiwi, I can fly comfortably for another ten minutes, fifteen at a stretch before we have to turn back.” It was the answer Whyte was expecting, he was in a similar position. The advantage of having less fuel was that the plane was now lighter, more responsive. But, of course, the same could be said about the Messerschmitt’s.

”Right, same here. The Germans aren’t going to leave the sun easily, so we force them to come to us. We’ll keep climbing for now, but as soon as we think they’re after us, dive for clouds. Copy so far?” He waited for a confirmation from Lime before continuing, ”we’ll go around them, and try to climb over Fritz. That might change. Bottom line, we force them to follow us.”

Admittedly, it wasn’t the safest course of action, as it allowed the Germans to fire first, but it then allowed Lime and Kiwi to fly how they wanted, and to use the Spitfire’s advantages of the Messerschmitt to get them in to a better position, as opposed to the Messerschmitt leading the Spitfires. And as long as they were prepared for the Germans attacks, something they would ensure they were by watching, they could minimise this risk and lead the Germans in to a dive and start jinking, moving from side to side to prevent a target from being presented.

The two Spitfires continued scanning the sky for any other attackers, and continued climbing with an angle of attack about fifteen degrees. The engine had to work a little harder to keep a constant speed, but it managed fine with more power available if it was needed.

[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 = Morale is on the rise again.

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 = Perplexed/Still confident

Actions:

- A meteor shower?! Oh dear god, whatever shall we do...die?!
- The Allied pilots continued their course and increased their altitude steadily

Next Post: Jäger

-JT

[Rolf Jäger]

The Hauptmann's silver eyes narrowed as he spotted their two opponents picking up altitude, their current course momentarily negating the advantage the Germans might have received from the burning orb of the sun hanging upon the blue sky. Rolf allowed his gaze to skip to the various gauges of his Messerschmitt, a slow frown curving his eyebrows as he considered their current amount of fuel and how much time he and his wingman still had left before they'd be forced to return back to the base. The Hauptmann figured that they'd have all ten minutes to eliminate the enemy fighters before they'd have to turn their noses back towards the German base and this game of cat and mouse was drawing on for too long. Something decisive needed to be done soon and even though Rolf had not quite yet decided on the proper course of action, he contacted his wingman to tell him they were adjusting their altitude. "Schakal, wir werden hinaufsteigend, wir brauchen die Vorteil aus Höhe über sie. Halten diesen Kurs, der jetzt zugeht, und behalten Sie Drossel an 520 kph," the pilot ordered in his hoarse tone, his voice level and ever confident, the man not bothering to remind his wingman to keep an eye on their opponents, for he was certain Kronberg had heard this piece of advice enough during this sortie and the other pilot simply acknowledged the orders through the radio.

By now it was clear that the Allied aircraft would not easily change their course and Rolf figured that they could either keep flying like this and burn their fuel, or properly engage the enemy and settle the matter with their guns like decent gentlemen. They might still be able to use the glare of the sun to their advantage and even though the Spitfire was more nimble in turning than the Messerschmitt was, the German aircraft would climb more effectively and he could use this to his advantage to break away and gain altitude to escape from a situation that did not favour the Germans. Retaining the advantage in altitude was important when facing the Spitfires and Rolf pulled the fighter into an effective climb, his wingman following suite carefully in the other fighter as they momentarily traded the speed for altitude.

Assured by both this knowledge and the confidence he had in both the skills of his own as much as those of his wingman, Rolf allowed the fighter to keep climbing up, knowing that the distance between them and the Spitfires was constantly growing now. A brief glint of bloodlust visited the Hauptmann's eyes and he knew the Allied fighters would soon enough see them coming and adjust accordingly. It was a mettle of skills and nerves, but also one that was further regulated by their amount of fuel, forcing them to make a move. "Schakal, wir werden nach ihnen gehen. Drei Sekunden nach meinem Zeichen, Satz, der zu ein-drei-fünf geht, und bleiben die Sitzstange länger. Wir werden versuchen, sie zurückzubleiben, aber wenn sie zu ausmanövrieren uns führen, werden wir uns losreißen und genug Höhe für einen anderen Angriff aufnehmen. Jetzt Kehle zu 550 kph vergrößernd... und das Ändern des Kurs... Zeichen," Rolf brought the fighter into a bank, the left wing dipping down as the bird of metal picked up a new course, heading towards the direction of the Spitfires.

Rolf did not doubt that this maneuver was just the one the Spitfires had been expecting and after the two fighters had been brought around to their new heading, the Hauptmann advised his wingman to pick up speed; it was what the Messerschmitt excelled in over the Spitfire and thus something the Germans would use to their advantage. "Ansteigen Drossel zu 610 kph. Wir werden versuchen, bei ihren Schwänzen zu bleiben und ihnen ein richtiges Luftwaffe-Willkommen zu geben," there was a new-found edge to the Hauptmann's voice as adrenaline pumped through his veins, his eyes locked upon their enemy.

The German fighters would attempt to follow the two Allied aircraft and Rolf readied himself to adjust his heading and altitude accordingly, to maneuver into a position behind and slightly above their enemies, the two Messerschmitts roaring like hungry, ferocious beasts from the depths of Hell itself as they locked their sights upon their targets.


Translations:

"Schakal, wir werden hinaufsteigend, wir brauchen die Vorteil aus Höhe über sie. Halten diesen Kurs, der jetzt zugeht, und behalten Sie Drossel an 520 kph."
"Schakal, we'll start climbing up, we need the advantage of altitude over them. Hold current heading for now and keep throttle at 520 kph."

"Schakal, wir werden nach ihnen gehen. Drei Sekunden nach meinem Zeichen..."
"Schakal, we'll head after them. Three seconds after my mark, set heading to one-three-five and stay on the perch. We'll attempt to get behind them, but if they manage to outmaneuver us, we'll break away and pick up enough altitude for another attack. Now increasing throttle to 550 kph... and changing heading... mark."

"Ansteigen Drossel zu 610 kph. Wir werden versuchen, bei ihren Schwänzen zu bleiben und ihnen ein richtiges Luftwaffe-Willkommen zu geben."
"Increase throttle to 610 kph. We'll attempt to stick to their tails and give them a proper Luftwaffe welcome."