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Shouldn't there be some Crimson Skies stuff here?Its VERY pulp.Anybody have anything on it here?
Well, my English isn´t good enough to tell a really striking story, but maybe you´ll enjoy the pictures! Here is the plot: A german mission of industrial and aviation engineers has to be brought to New York. The Empire State´s opponents won´t like their technical leap and some pirates try to bring the airliner down. It´s escort of Broadway bombers has to defend the german plane.The pirates shot down the BB´s Avenger and didn´t manage to catch the Focke-Wulf. She was way too fast, once she had passed the interceptors.We will repeat the scenario with two interceptor groups instead of one.Hamburger Morgenpost, 30. Sept. 1937 (translated by AirActionWeekly):"The Breakthrough:It was the 29th of september in 1937, when Lufthansa flight 200 to New York sent a radio message from near Labrador, that got lost in the ether. Flugkapitän Ernst von Protzmann had taken off early in Bremen with the D-ACON and was out of reach of all german radio stations since a couple of hours. His copilot Walter von Grubow had flown the Condor during the last minutes, while the navigator and the pilot were calculating their way to the point of meeting again and again. The compass and map showed, that they were exactly in the right location, but the promised Zeppelin was not there. They were ordered to get a radio connection to the aircracftcarrier-zeppelin "Kyffhäuser", whose fighters should have provided escort for the unarmed Condor through the dangerous skies of the nowadays no longer unites states of America. Flugkapitän von Protzmann would have to talk a serious speech to that sqadronleader Oberleutnant Richard Franz, if he´d ever met him face to face. But before that happened, it would be an official case for the admirality, beacause all zeppelins belonged to the Navy. The businessmen from Germany´s heavy industry, who were smoking their huge cigars back in the passengers compartment, would take care about that. Some of them were counted to the Reichsluftmarschall´s closest friends.The Focke-Wulf 200 commenced her lonely and unescorted flight above the icebergs of the northern atlantic ocean.Some hours later the Flugkapitän could finally get into radio contact with the Broadway Bombers´ aerodrome on top of one of Manhattan´s highest skyscrapers. A squadron of the famous Broadway Bombers took off to meet the german delegation and to escort them safely to the Floyd-Bennett-Airfield. Lola Mansfield waved friendly to the Germans from her Warhawk´s cockpit. Flugkapitän Ernst von Protzmann tipped the edge of his caps shield and flashed a short smile to the blonde, that had got other ladies running insane.It was right in this very moment, when two unmarked fighters approached from the west with the sinking sun in their backs. The Broadway Bombers´ pilots realised immediately, that those could be nobody else than Hancock´s Cutthroats, who had got them into trouble a couple of times during the last weeks. The blue and yellow Empire-State fighters went on an interception course, while the clumsy passenger aircraft turned slowly to port. The plan worked smoothly. Both bandits fell over their starbord wings towards the unarmed airliner without taking notice of her escort. Billy Ray Hancock´s wingwoman Lydia McMuffin found herself right in front of the Empire State Warhawk´s machineguns. She managed to dive her plane just a second before Lola Mansfield was ready to fire. Embarrassed and with a wild beating heart she noticed, that she had wet her pants... It was a big laughing and yelling, when the other pilots noticed, that she was holding her drying pants out of the cockpit´s canopy. But before anyone could think of it as a flag of surrender, she let it fly and unlocked her guns. Right from her nose´s end again approached the brutal looking three-engined Warhawk of Lola Mansfield. The german Flugkapitän had forced his heavy Condor out of the slow port manoeuvre into a hard starbord turn and chased the clouds with full throttle, passing the pirates´ left flank, who were engaged by the New Yorkers. Lydia McMuffin had already placed two armourpiercing rockets into the Avenger of the Broadway Bombers´ flight leader and cut off his starbordwing with surgical precision. She witnessed the pilot opening the canopy and trying to unboard, when a razorsharp aluminum piece of the fuselage ripped his head right off. Grim looking Ernst von Protzmann hammered the four thrust levers further and further and turned with screaming and blazing engines into the icecold murderer´s way. Lydia McMuffin had no rockets left and fingered desperately on the gun´s triggers. But those were damned small .30 and .40 calibres against a wall of metal that came across her! She gave it all, she bit her lips and pumped lead into the huge airliner´s front. The guns got redhot and blocked one after the other. The Germans must not reach New York! Dakka dakka dakka dakka..........Her little Raven got shaken and almost stalled, when the roaring Condor passed her with flamespitting exhausts. She was completely unharmed, except for some chips in her nose´s paint. Hancock and McMuffin tailed her immediately. They had not to be afraid of Mansfield´s slow Warhawk, but the German was so damned fast... Too fast for the two pirate planes. They had nothing that they could have sent her past, what would have had the slightest chance to hit her. The Focke-Wulf disappeared like an arrow of silver on the red horizon. If the technology to build such powerful engines got in Empire State´s hands, it would be hard times coming not only for pirates, but for their neighbouring states as well. Hancock´s Cutthroats had failed at least..."
Guild members walschuh, Doc and Michi set things straight in the air last night...We had two planes each and rolled out the order of placing them on the map.I was the one who rolled the lowest dice as usual... :banghead: Thus I had to place my aircraft between both opponent flights.Doc´s two were the slower ones,so I chose to pick up walschuh´s raiders first. My Bloodhawk was a really fast machine and able to withstand G manoeuvres. I decided to confront his Fury with either my Valiant or hit the black one in the back with my Bloodhawk. The cunning plan seemed to work: Fast Eddie proved his name and triggered quicker... :this: ...while Doc´s sitting ducks tried to get close. :hmm: My Dixie Valiant was a light and fast plane, but had not enough armour to stay alive in the hail of bullets from the Fury´s .70cal. I managed to bail out at least. :scare: I decided to take a deep breath and withdrew my Bloodhawk for a while. :ph34r: Fast Eddie and his wingman Ezekhiel steered a load of shit through the air and Ezekhiel´s Black Bat ended in front of Doc´s Fury and his own leader´s. :: I managed to tail Doc´s Warhawk meanwhile, but the tough bird was too hard to kill with my two .30 and two .40 calibres. :mad: I lost contact and got tailed myself by Doc´s Fury instead, that got into the Black Bat´s range itself. :blink: A massacre begun... :shock: The crowded air saw even two opponent fighters in the same hexagon. :tease: What shall I say? I lost again, but managed to save both leader and wingman this time! :yahoo:
Last night´s game was the first time we made it through all 24 turns until fuel ran low and we had to quit the fight.Doc wanted to pilot a Brigand (the plane in the foreground, the other is a Coyote), thus I lent two planes to him. This is his "White Feather" flight from Navajo Nation:Their opponents were my proud southerners from "Dixie Blue" flight, leader Jason Hambone and his wingman Fred "showstarter" Crawford had both been gathering experience in previous dogfights. I had a Brigand too and a Fury which proved to be very useful by Walter and Doc in previous games.We started on opposing table ends. Scycrapers made obstacles all around and we got into a wild manoeuvring around the aerodrome in the centre.Though we finally got into firing positions and gave lead to each other. Brigand pilot Evander Doughnut and Fury pilot Fred Crawford were equally quick on the trigger. We had to roll it out and Doc beat my 9 with an unbelievable 10... :banghead: Even worse: Doc´s Coyoty could fire at my Brigand while I faced the wrong direction to fight back... :rant: My poor Jason Hambone swallowed lead by pounds......and the brave Brigand´s wingspars got surgically severed. The pilot didn´t manage to bail out and I lost another valuable veteran.Meanwhile the Fury and the Brigand exchanged lead as well. I even sunk two drill rockets into Doc´s Brigand´s wings each.We curved around for a while with me permanently tailing the crippled Brigand, but Doc couldn´t get his Coyote in a firing position. Regretfully I had lost three guns, all rockets and the remaining two guns got jammed. I could have fired at the Brigand each turn if not for those damned guns! :banghead: Turn 24 saw me pumping some more lead into the Brigand´s tail again, wiping out the gun turret, but the game was over. I had to fly home according to the rules and had to consider myself the looser as I had lost a plane and a pilot... :bye: Though fighting through 24 turns within three hours was a record for us!
Is CS as complicated to play as those charts suggest?
