After a year long absence, the journey of the Busta Move(s) and her intrepid crew continues! Previous installments: https://desuarchive.org/k/search/subject/Target%20for%20Today/>what the fuck is thisTarget for Today is a solitaire tabletop game (translated to digital for these threads) covering the USAAF's bombing campaigns in Europe throughout the Second World War. With options for choosing everything from which Air Force, Bombardment Wing and Squadron you fly with all the way to which submodel of aircraft you'll be flying, the game is rife with detail. Over a year ago we began the journey of the Busta Move, a B-24 of the 15th Air Force (49th Bomb Wing, 451st Bomb Group, 725th Squadron). While perilous, our crew has done far better than the ill-fated men of the B-17s that shared the Big Nigger titles, with our current permanent losses consisting of:>Copilot Harris>Radio Operators Sean Bean and Poncho>Waist gunners Fanculo, Danielson and Sam Hyde, with another (Lefty Navel) being medically dischargedOur bombing results, however, have been much less impressive: out of eleven combat missions the Busta Move has been forced to abort due to combat damage six times, and on a mission to soften up Anzio for Allied landings we missed the target entirely. Our 10th mission, Milan, was another abort but the flight back was a nightmare. By the time the Busta Move returned to base, she had lost two engines, both main landing gear, all of the twin .50 cals had been rendered inoperable, the entire oxygen system had failed, one wing was barely attached, half the crew was wounded and dozens of other minor hits had been taken. That plane was retired and the Busta Move II was put into action, already having completed one mission.For now, strap your parachutes on, grab a K-ration and lets go bomb vaguely near strategic targets!
Eleven missions had come and gone, and now it was time for mission number twelve. The crew of the Busta Move II spent the chilly early morning prepping for the mission ahead of them, accompanied by the newest crewman to join their roster as a waist gunner, Roland. The target for today was, surprisingly enough, not a trainyard. Now to be fair, it was a rail bridge, so the difference in the end was minor, but the fact command managed to show even that small bit of restraint was to be commended. Less ideally it was located in the Italian town of Faenza, and even worse command had assigned us barely any escort fighters. Regardless, duty was duty and we prepared for the flight. Joining the squadron to replace the loss of Pepe Apu was the new bomber [Empty], a suitably nihilistic moniker. Our takeoff proceeded without incident and the squadron formed up overhead our base. We'd pulled a fairly average spot in the formation in the high cell, so while we weren't afforded any additional protection, at the very least we weren't stuck in the low cell. Accompanied in the high cell by Flak Fodder, Abbot War, Pizza, Vini Vidi Vichy and Early Life, we turned out to the Adriatic and began our flight.
Our flight over the Adriatic was, by all accounts, quite mundane. Our formation proceeded largely unmolested, the German fighters making few appearances along the way and soon we were turning inbound over the Italian coastline. Once, while over the sea a singular fighter darted through the middle cell, landing a glancing hit on the bomber 'Lead Weight' before diving away, but things seemed quiet. Of course, upon reaching the target the quiet gave way. A trio of German Focke-Wulfs came barreling in on us, two from ahead and one to our side. Our few escorts, to their credit, did their best and managed to ward off one of the head-on Germans as he came at us. The other two pressed their attacks, and our gunners responded.In the nose, Yossarrian fired off a burst from the nose gun, the tracers leaping across the sky towards the German. The burst was remarkable well aimed, and a pair of shots tore into the German's wing. In the top turret, Snuffy fired as well, his shots going well wide of the intended target. In the waist, both Roland and Saddam fired at the German on our starboard side. Eager to prove his worth, Roland scored a hit into the oil cooler of the German, leaving it with a stream of inky black trailing the fighter. Saddamn attempted to make the shot as well, but found no purchase.While both German fighters are damaged, both press home their attacks. >12 high attack roll, 2d6: 11 – HIT>Adjusted hits: 3>3 level attack roll, 2d6: 11 – HIT>Adjusted hits: 4Oh good.
>>65018714>the flight goes onYes.
>>65018714>its backOh boy here we go.Iirc there was a list of names submitted by anons for a pool? Anyone have?
>>65018843OP should have the full list saved
The German diving from ahead of us does not waste his fire, letting off a short but well aimed burst aimed directly at the flight deck of the Busta Move II. One round glances off the aluminum skin of the bomber, but a pair meet right at the convergence zone, impacting the exact same spot in a vital part of the hydraulic system. Oily red fluid is spattered about the cockpit, as the pressure in the system is lost entirely.>Hit: superficial damage>Hit: Hydraulic system damaged: Bomb bay doors inoperable, brakes lost>Hit: Hydraulic system (again)The German ace on our starboard side lets off a burst of gunfire, sprayed rather haphazardly across the length of our bomber. One shell strikes the starboard elevator, blasting it apart, while another passes more or less harmlessly through the nose section. In the top turret, Snuffy curses as the head-on fighter slashes past us before he spots the starboard Focke-Wulf opening fire. He wheels the turret around to face the fighter, but the final hit from the ace finds it's mark first.Manning his radio, Se Eye Aye huddles down as gunfire rattles the bomber. Punctuating the clatter of shells striking metal is a singular meaty thwack, followed by a heavy thud upon the floor of the flight deck.>Hit location: Flight deck/radio room>Hit component: Top turret>Damage 1d6 roll: 3 - Engineer rolls for wound>Wound 1d6 roll: 6 – KIA>Bullet/shrapnel punctures brain, frontal bone>RIP Snuffy
>>65018855>RIP Snuffywell at least we didn't lose the radio, again
>>65018879>forget the meat, save the metal
The murderous ace breaks off his attack, diving away trailing oily black smoke. The other Fw190, feeling audacious, pulls into a tight turn and attempts to follow up his attack from behind. Gene in the tail and our ball gunner Saddam both open fire as the Kraut tries to close the distance, and the chasing Focke-Wulf is an easy target. Round after round strikes the fighter, as the pilot tries to keep himself on target. While Gene manages a good set of hits, Saddam finishes the job as the rugged German fighter finally gives out, smoke and flames pouring as it falls to the Italian countryside far below.As the German fighters fall away, the bomb run begins in a confused manner. Flak rises up to meet our formation, although it's loose and inaccurate. Despite that, the loss of hydraulic pressure and inability to open the bomb bay doors fucks any possibility of us making an accurate drop. In fact, we're in a kind of shitty position – we technically COULD release the bombs, letting them rip through the bomb bay doors on the way down, but the drop would almost certainly be off regardless. Worse still, there's a decent chance that the mangled remains of the doors would act as an airbrake, doubling our return time (and all out of formation). Of course, under normal conditions we could utilize the manual winch to open the doors, but that requires time. And time isn't something we have.In the end, as the formation comes over the target, every other bomber releases it's payload. Our group turns back over the target, with the Busta Move II still carrying a full load of bombs within. The air defense manages to tighten up it's fire, a shell exploding off the port wing. The shrapnel manages nothing more than puncturing holes in the surface, and our formation leaves the flak umbrella. Se Eye Aye moves to Snuffy's spot in the top turret, gingerly taking up the blood-spattered controls.>dont have a screenshot for this, archive photo of our squadron
Leaving the flak corridor of course means the German interceptors reappear, as another pair of Fock-Wulfs come in to take passing shots at us. Our gunners open fire on the incoming fighters, but none of their fire makes contact. Se Eye Aye fires the top turret, the unfamiliar controls and wind rushing through the bullet hole punched neatly in the glass ahead of him. Both Germans make their attack, but only a single round manages to impact Busta Move II. An explosive shell strikes home on the flight deck again, and detonates on impact. The explosion blasts a wave of shrapnel through the aft section of the flight deck, and Se Eye Aye catches several shards, falling to the floor with a cry of “This can't be happening!”.>Hit location: Flight deck/radio room>Hit component: Top turret>Damage 1d6 roll: 3 - Engineer rolls for wound>Wound 1d6 roll: 5 – Serious woundThe Focke-Wulf that hit comes around for a second attack, again pulling up from behind, but despite only taking a glancing hit from Saddam's ball turret he misses his target as well before breaking off. Leaving Roland to man both waist turrets, Boris Johnson makes his way up to the flight deck, squeezing his way past the bombs still suspended within the midsection. Helping Se Eye Aye up from the floor of the flight deck awash with mixed hydraulic fluid and blood, he moves the wounded radioman aside to take up the top turret himself.
And yet despite the suffering we face over the target, the return trip to base is entirely uneventful. Not a single Kraut or Italian makes an appearance. Instead we're only left with the groans from Se Eye Aye and the rather disconcerting rattle of the bombs still hanging in the bomb bay. As we approach home, we attempt a manual door opening, to avoid having to land with a payload of bombs on board.>manual bomb door attempt roll: FAIL>manual bomb door attempt roll: FAIL>manual bomb door attempt roll: FAILWith our bomb bay doors well and truly jammed shut, the crew resolves themselves to a difficult task: landing a bomb-laden aircraft with no brakes. Sure, the crew could have chosen to bail, but that would certainly have been seen as a critical lack of faith in our pilots. But despite the potential danger, our worries proved unwarranted. Trump and Monke brought the B-24 in just above it's stall speed, setting the gear down right at the end of the runway. Flaring the control surfaces in an attempt to provide aerodynamic braking, the bomber rolled down most of the runway before slowly coming to a halt. Gingerly taxiing off the runway, our bomber was met by an ambulance, from which a pair of large orderlies hauled Se Eye Aye out of the aircraft.Overall, a pretty lackluster mission, but we'll still be getting credit for it. Se Eye Aye even gets a rapid release from the hospital, so he'll be black in action again for the next mission.
>>65018944Did all other planes make it back?
Expect a more relaxed pace going forward, will be running the thread at the same time as I juggle a couple other responsibilities >>65018964My notes say both landed safely, yes
Luck had a sense of irony, it would seem. Our 13th mission came, and it was to be mercifully short – a quick hop over to Rome to bomb an Axis airfield. Not only that, we could expect a half-decent fighter escort as well. And to put the cherry on top, we'd been assigned a wonderful spot in the formation: number four, nestled deep inside the middle cell. Things seemed just too good to be true. I'm sure it'll be fine, right?
>[Zone 2: Heavy resistance, 2 waves]Ah.
>>65019088praying for a decent mission...
A pair of 109s and a 110 single us out as their target, although one of the single-engine fighters is set upon by a pair of escort fighters and breaks away. The 110, coming at us from a low angle, is spotted by Saddam in the ball turret. The seasoned gunner opens fire, and the lumbering interceptor catches a hail of .50 cal rounds and goes down burning – Saddam's seventh kill. From directly ahead, the 109 jinks the burst fired from Yossarian's nose gun, but takes a glancing hit from the top turret manned by Sven. Despite this, the German manages to loose a burst of gunfire at us, with four shells bursting across the skin of Busta Move to little effect. The German swings around for a second attack from the side, but Sven's gunnery is accurate and deadly, striking the Kraut a second time and shooting him down.
>>65019056>I'm sure it'll be fine, right?
>>65019132> Saddam's seventh killAll gas, no breaks
The second wave of German interceptors is a trio of Bf-110s. Our escorts remain helpful, bouncing one away from us leaving only two left to attack us. We exchange equally inaccurate gunfire with the one ahead of us, with no hits scored on either side. Behind and beneath us, another 110 pulls up on our tail. Saddam wheels his turret around, takes aim and fires, only for the guns to seize up and jam. Gene helps pick up the slack, landing a hit on the trailing twin-engine fighter. His aim spoiled, the German misses us as well and dives away.Beneath us, the low cell of bombers is getting an equal amount of attention. Lufthansa 181 takes a long burst of enemy fire, cannon fire pummeling the bomber but she remains in formation. Meanwhile 'BRAAPPP' is ablaze with muzzle flashes, as her gunners pour lead at the encroaching fighters. One German goes down in flames, while another limps away from the formation smoking.
Rome looms ahead, but the enemy fighters peter out as we approach the outskirts of the city. In fact, it's not until we're on the bomb run that the flak gunners begin firing. A well-aimed shot bursts under our port wing and peppers it with shrapnel, but none of it strikes anything vital. Despite the bursts of flak blossoming around us, Yossarian is easily able to spot the Axis airfield far below and aims well, with nearly half the bombs bursting around the aim point. A good run!
Turning back, we encounter little flak on our exit, but the enemy interceptors return.>Moderate resistance, 2 waves>Wave 1: 4 x Fw-190, escorts remove one fighterYossarian might be good at aiming bombs but he's not the best gunner, and misses the lead Focke-Wulf. That fighter scores a pair of hits, one splintering a flight deck window, the next striking the starboard wing root. Sven and Biden take the fighter at our 0130 under fire, but both also miss. The Shrike lets loose a long burst which strikes home, but apart from blasting the starboard aileron apart the shells inflict little damage. Meanwhile on our starboard side, Roland opens fire on the flanking fighter, but after only a few rounds his gun jams. That fighter himself fails to find purchase though, missing our bomber as well before breaking away.
>>65018714Hell yeah. Today, OP was anything but a fag.>>65018843
>>65019234Can we suggest additions?
The two Germans that hit us come around for another pass. From 0130 low, the fighter avoids Biden's fire but also misses us. The other Kraut attempts to pull up behind us, taking heavy fire from Gene in the tail as he does. With a badly damaged plane, the offensive fire fails to find purchase and he limps away.And then, disaster strikes.>>65019266Of course, although theres no promise that theyll get selected as the dice pick replacements
>>65019295I knew it was going too well for a 13th mission. What's the damage?
>>65018714Its been too long, love you OP. These are the best threads on /k/.
Reaching the post-bombing rally point, our formation turned for home. But behind us, the crews of 'Flak Magnet' and 'Cunning Linguist' tragically violate one of the key rules of aviation:>to ensure continued flight, two aircraft must not occupy the same area of the sky simultaneouslyAlas, Linguist ziggs where she should have zagged, and her right wing plunges into the fuselage of Flak Magnet. For a few brief moments the bombers hold together in a crude haphazard imitation of a German Zwilling, before the stressors on Liguist's wing overload the main spar. Tumbling into one another, the two bombers plunge to the Italian countryside far below. Staring downward, our crew watches the two wrecked aircraft, spying a trio of parachutes appear before twin fireballs explode upon the ground.>Random Event – Formation Casualties: You are now tail-end Charlie.forgive the lack of image, don't have anything appropriate
>>65019358Requesting new plane "Shootz Chutez" to honor recreational war crimes.
Our withdrawal from Axis-controlled Italy proceeds, and our box suffers no further attacks. Above us in the high cell, Putin on the Ritz takes a damaging series of hits but manages to stay in formation seemingly okay. Somewhat beleaguered from our short mission, our formation arrives at base, our landing proceeding smoothly.Smooth cannot describe all of our formation's landings, though. Putin manages to bring herself down safely, but halfway through the landing rollout of Lufthansa 181 the right landing gear collapses. The bomber swerves off the runway, and upon careening into the dirt buries it's nose in the ground, coming to a halt with the port engines still turning. Emergency vehicles swarm the wreck, pulling men from the stricken bomber. In the end, the bombardier and radio operator perish, with the rest of the crew suffering serious injuries apart from the captain and waist gunners. The loss of three bombers in a jaunt to Rome is sobering, and our squadron stands down for some short term reorganization. However, we do get one surprising piece of good news, as both pilots of the Flak Magnet not only managed to bail out of their bomber, but make it back to Allied lines! Perhaps appropriately, the sole survivor of the Cunning Linguist was their radio operator, although he shortly appears as a reported POW in Axis hands.
>>65019358>Tumbling into one another, the two bombers plunge to the Italian countrysideoh no>You are now tail-end Charlie.oh NO
I want to add a name in the pool. Name my plane "Bunk Buster"
>>65019471Wonder which ones of>>65019234will get their change to fall from the sky now.
>>65019193Holy shit, we actually got to bomb something for once
Forgive OP for the delay, but in a rather embarrassing display of disorganization it appears he lost the target selection tables. I haven't been able to track them down so we have a couple options>generate a random number then select that target>wait until I can get home and consult a source I dont have access to right now>some other anon has the chart and can post itMeanwhile, I can let you all know that the following bombers were rolled as the replacements>Cunny Crusher>Cringe Compilation>Memphis Belly
>>65019907I was hoping for Yigger Harris Yeen Peen
HOLY SHITWE"RE SO FUCKING BACK
>>65019907Is this forum post useful?https://boardgamegeek.com/filepage/148771/zone-entry-tables
>>65019907Im hitting the hay, so I can wait until tomorrow for new targets. Ill bet its gonna be a railyard
>>65020021Nope, although I kept scrolling and found the actual table I was missing further down.Rolling for target!>another anons interpretation of radiomom
>game played solo is determined to exterminate the means to communicate with others
At this point I'm mostly curious if the Busta Moves' time in theatre accurately reflects a standard bomber crew's experience. We're getting shot to shit and forced to turn back for some reason like 60-70% of the time we get in the air, it's baffling.
Apologies for the further delay, OP had to handle a crisis at his workplace and also only realized after declaring he had the proper tables that, in fact, he did not. Forgive such flagrant faggotry on my part, but OPs work day has come to an end, so he will be absent for some time.In the meantime enjoy an Italian boy teaching bomber crews how to negotiate with his countrywomen
>>65020683Shut up and learn, war tourist.
>>65020688>war touristAh, so it’s reddit tranny shit.
Well, OP went ahead and rolled a random target off the list as opposed to the weighted tables of the base game, and today we're attacking....Hajdúböszörmény, a town on the ass end of Hungary. What's are we bombing here that's apparently worth sending us to zone 9? Well according to Hungarian wikipedia:>The city suffered a lot during World War II, especially during the period when the szövetségesplanes of “allied” forces (the then Hungary-inthy region) also bombarded the airport established at the Csorda citadel.That's less than a great amount of information, but happily I was able to find a historical overview of Hungarian airbases in WWII with some details on the events surrounding it. Hopefully we can do better than our historical counterparts!
>>65020994Oh, dear, it seems we've slipped timelines, the Soviets must be a year ahead of schedule if we're taking out tactical bombers. Did they lose all of fucking Army Group South at Stalingrad?
Lead bomber of the high group, not the best. OP is rapidly approaching some level of drunk and it's fuggin late so this mission is going to be a tomorrow thing most likely, we'll see how the kettle chips keep me going.
>four 190s>and a 109>fighters remove 1 fighterI'd love to continue but alcotisms have rendered me less than entirely capable so this will ccontinue in the morningI love you all
>>65021079fucing hell, I forgot to say we rolled a 3 -wave encounter in the first zone out of base
>>65021014I wonder, is there a version where you fly in the pacific?
>>65020714You don't belong here and never will.>>65020688Checked and based.
We are so fucking back>t. the one who drew the original radio milf
finally some good fucking thread
>>65021971Probably not, unless it’s focused on tactical bombers, since the Nips didn’t really put up concentrated fighter and flak defense like Italy and Germany did. IIRC, there was less than a hundred big bombers shot down by Japan.
>>65018714Are we bombing Bern in Swaziland?
>>65022171You know what, turns out I’m wrong. There is a B-29 version. With an expansion that covers the Korean war. The more you know.
>>65022192>With an expansion that covers the Korean war.>mfw you´re a poor fucking radio set and a patrol of MiG-15´s swoop in.
>>65022192>Korean warwould be kino
Our first round of combat begins, with our crew putting out a decent showing of effort. Saddam in the ball turret manages to severely damage one of the 190s ahead of us, while Roland scores some hits on the 3'oclock fighter. Most of the Germans miss us, with the exception of the 3'oclock Focke-Wulf, who scores a series of hits along the length of the Busta Move II. Most of the hits cause no lasting damage, just shredded duralumin, but one shell bursts along the waist and peppers our left waist gunner Boris Johnson with shrapnel.>three superficial hits, including one to an engine>Boris Johnson lightly wounded
The 3'oclock fighter, despite the damage, makes the daring attempt to pull up on our tail, attacking again from six low. Agonizingly, both Saddamn and Gene manage to flub their shots, and the German lines up his shot.>fighter fire: hits>adjusted hits: 7Well fuck, that's not good, let's see where those hits are landing:>bomb bay>starboard wing>bomb bay>bomb bay>radio room>bomb bay>tail
The first two rounds do very little to our bomber, no meaningful damage sustained. But the third...Anons, I really don't have anything I can say. We have no Lady Luck point to reroll this, and even if we houseruled it to only blow on a 6 we're still done for. I had hoped that if we went down it'd be at the end of a titanic struggle like the one the original Busta Move endured, but this just tastes rancid to see our legacy come to an abrupt end like this.
>>65022460We gaan again
>>65022460But did the radio survive?
>>65022460Well, its been a fun ride lads.
>>65022460Eternal flight.
>>65022572>>65022460
>>65022460>Busta Move is gone manWELL THEN
Well, at least the Busta Move went out with a bang.(How many other planes did we take with us in the explosion?)
I suppose the question would be what would the thread like to do now?>reroll new campaign/bomber>swap over to RtW>sob over the loss
>>65022968I personally prefer RtW, but this thread is nowhere near 404 and giving up is cowardly.The bomber always gets through.
>>65022968I'm still sobbing. 14 missions (I think?) and this is how we go out. What a damn shame. Can we learn what happened to the rest of our squadron of B24s? Was the mission a success? Thanks again OP for the threads, these are pretty enjoyable.
>>65022968I'd say reroll, plenty of plane & crew names left to crash into the European countryside or at least murder radios.
>>65022968come on you come back and you want to end it just like that? lets keep going or new campaign maybe korea if you are able
>>65022968>Rodini>Nelsoni>Il Duce BigaloMy proudest contributions to the threads
>>65022968Claim the tail gunner survived and Busta Move III can proceed to miss rail yards throughout south central Europe.
>>65022460Thems the dice.Roll 'er up again.
Glad these threads are back. But RIP to the crew. Is Se Aye Ayyy dead or still in the hospital?
Oh, an update for the soccer people, since you all seem to hang out here. We've dodged the Fetus by a nut hair, and will go straight to the Babby. /lit/, /co/, /vst/ and /xs/ will be having their bloodbath sometime on the weekend of the 10th-12th, and the Babby proper will open on the 24th.
>>65022460Goddamn
>>65022968My vote is we pick one of the three from >>65019907 and continue with the squadron.
Well folks, if we want to start up another campaign that means selecting our campaign first off. We were playing Campaign #4 for these last few threads.
>>65024553Let's continue with 4.I want revenge. Tactical campaign in Normandy ain't gonna cut it, and by 45 the Jerries will be all but dead.
>>65024553>campaign 2
>>65024615Already did that one. Where did you think the radio jokes came from?
>>65024580>>65024553From what campaign on does stuff like the Me262 or the Komet begin to appear?
It seems like campaign 4 again is most preferable, are we flying the B-24D again? And what's her name?Will also need crew names, although for the rest of the squadron I'll pull from the list>>65025672Only in campaign 6, at which point you're usually just watching the fighter jocks rack up kills marks
>>65026371"Big" Guy Foryu
>>65024348oh fuck i just realized i missed the last one
>>65026371Richard C. Mongler
>>65026371I Wouldn't Worry About It
>>65026371Plane>Chop-A-Wop >Eva Brain's Buttplug>Blondie's BoxCrewmen>Heywood Jablomie>Howard Debonair>Mike Hawk>Saul T Bowles>Harry Balzac>Dixon Seider
>>65026400>>65026444>>65026455>dubs and trips for all the name suggestions so farchecked
>>65026465Eva Braun, fuck
>>65026371Nuke Belka Again
>>65026371>La Grande Negro>Bomb DroppermanI am an author almost like kojimbo himself
>>65026400>>65026444seconded
>>65026435You didn't miss much, it was pretty rough. Getting a working defense in PES 15 is a lot harder than in 17.
Peanus Weanus
Alright /k/, I know it's become a common theme but I'm genuinely sorry for the large silences. My weekend went from being a cozy time off to a total shitshow in a very short period, so this thread might become a bit more of a slow-paced affair.Regardless, the dice have placed ourselves in the shoes of a B-24 in service with the 830th Bombardment Squadron.>Squadron motto: Vamos Siganos ( 'We are Going, Follow Us')>Note the tail markings of a square and crossed lines, each bombardment wing had a unique combination >Primary airfield: Venosa, ItalyStrictly speaking, I believe this squadron only operated the later B-24J models, which replace a single-mount guns in the nose section with a twin-mount turret. From my readings different aircraft managed the manning of this turret differently than others, so we have a few options:>bombardier mans turret>navigator mans turret>bombardier/navigator swap each mission>bombardier mans while enroute, navigator when in target zoneAlso, there's not a ton of consesnus on the new bomber's name apart from a couple votes. I'm happy to select one of those, but any additional votes?
>>65027259>Vamos Siganos ( 'We are Going, Follow Us')With that's Squadron motto, why not "We Gaan" and subsequently "We Gaan Again"
>>65027259I'd be tempted to say bombardier enroute, navigator over target, but I'd bet that just means the bombardier gets shot before we reach the target half the time somehow. I'll throw a vote to >>65026400 name-wise though>>65026642A kojimbo name for a crew like ours would be>Bellylanding Trainyardbomber
>>65026642Bomb DropmanFort FlymanLan CastermanCook RicemanKill KrautmanSpaghetti Boilman
>>65027444
>>65027444and pilot Flying Bird
Our squadron arrives in Italy, and the Guy Foryu gains the honor of being not only a cell leader, but the lead bomber of the entire mission! We'll be cutting our teeth on the occupied port of Piombino. We're even given a heavy fighter escort!Also lets start filling out crewmember slots, unless we'd like to just pull the reserves that never made it onto the Busta Move II
>>65027519I'm liking the Metal Gear porn parody scheme, let's go with that one.
>>65027525No, it makes the crew too generic. Each crew member should be distinctly named.
>>65027519>Also lets start filling out crewmember slotsCharlie Brown.
>>65027519>Busta Move barely manages to crash land in 10 pieces with a few corpses on board to boot>Busta Move II is reduced to its component atoms on its maiden voyage>lead bomber for our next missionWhy does God hate us???
Bomber Name: "The radio strikes back"Crew:Hannibal LecterRichard Upton PickmanSINDRIIIIILuke Skyfaller>>65027614>Busta Move II is reduced to its component atoms on its maiden voyageNot to mention it also dropped the remains of Putin, Saddam, Trump and Boris Johnson in the Hungarian landscape.
>>65027519I think we should probably consider reserves too in case we need 'em. Some new names won't hurt too.>Yora Big>Cardboardatollah>Bert
>>65027800>Bert when Ernie tells him he has a new job in the Flakartillerie
>>65027835given Ernie's struggles counting it might actually be a relief if Bert's flying over his unit. That's not our luck though.
Bless you op, best thread on /k/Sneed more Warren Zevon references in crew/bomber names
>>65027614>>65027793its the damn radio the krauts were protecting us all this time
>target for today is back>hell yeah nigga>get to >>65022460>RIP Shame you didn't do a write up for our final moments. Eternal Flight brothers.>>65027519Some crew names. >Dylan Klebold>Eric Harris >Oscar Pistorius
>>65028716>Shame you didn't do a write up for our final moments.Not OP but to be fair the final moments of a bomb bay detonation are kinda well, very momentaneous. Don't think the typical human brain can do a lot of processing between "plane got hit" and "I'm red mist".
>>65022460well ripeternal flight brothers
>>65022192>Possible chance at Korea kinoPLEASE
>>65028919Could maybe do it as another surviving bomber's report on the very last radio transmission they received followed by what they observed happen and how the rest of the wing reacted to their loss
>>65028995Seconded, B-29s are so fuckin coolThat or gomenadaijooby homebrewed B-32 chicanery over Japan
Weather is unseasonably poor for a late spring day in Italy, but despite that our takeoff and form up goes fine, as the rest of the aircraft form up in a trio of tight combat boxes. Accompanying us on our mission are the following aircraft:Middle cell (ours)>Eva Braun's Buttplug>Next Stop Moscow>One Way Ticket>Cash & Carry>Hitler's MilkmanHigh cell>Round Trip Ticket>Biggus Dickus>Goering's Gherkin>The Serbian Glass Bottle>Cells (Within Cells)>Macht SchnellLow cell>Old Lady Mutilator >Time to Nook!>Bunk Buster>La Grande Negro>Combat Boxxy>Furries on BoardMeanwhile, aboard our own aircraft the dice have blessed up with an absoltuely ace crew of untested rookies, amongst them:>Bombardier Jeffstein>Navigator Yora Big>Capt. Dixon Seider>Copilot Dyland Klebold>Top gunner/engineer Lan Casterman>Radio operator Charlie Brown>Ball gunner Howard Debonair>Left Waist gunner Oscar Pistorius>Right Waist gunner Saul T Bowles>Tail gunner Sindri (is allcaps required?)
>>65030637BOXESOUR ENEMY FLIES IN METAL BOXESTHE COWARDSTHE FOOLS
>>65030658Digits is how many ops we make
We strike out over the Mediterrainan, turning North to make our way to the coastal town that serves as our target. Inside, each man keeps his eyes peeled, searching for the Germans that are sure to be incoming any moment. Below us, the weather goes from poor to worse, as a heavy overcast layer blankets the sea, stretching seemingly to the horizon. As disconcerting as flying for an extended period of time with no sight of the ground can be, it does sere very well to keep the advance of our squadron concealed from the Germans as well. >Z2, Haze, No contrails, No resistance>Z3, 100% Cloud cover, No resistance>Z4, 100% Cloud cover, No resistanceIn fact, as the Yora confirms that his radio navigation equipment tells him that we're approaching the target, things are just as indistinguishable here as from the rest of the clouds, apart from the occasional flak burst that's blindly scattered in the vauge direction our formation is approaching from:>Z5, target zone, 100% Cloud cover, moderate resistance>German fighter waves d10 roll: 1 - zero waves>Light flak, no damageOf course, that cover goes both ways, and we've got barely any way to accurately bomb the target from our vantage point. With no visual landmarks to go off of, simple dead reckoning is all we can go off of, and a load of Uncle Sam's finest high explosives are dropped into clouds beneath us. It should not be considered that surprising that our strike misses the dockyards (the town, and perhaps even Italy) entirely.
>>65030637>Sindri (is allcaps required?)SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNDRRRRIIIIII
>>65030793>In but a single decade - a few more swipes of the pendulum - we have gathered a sacrifice to Arthur Harris that will be made legend. Though it was a simpler, weaker voice that illuminated me during my months upon the Busta Move, it was Arthur Harris's messenger who showed me the true path of freedom from the pathetic ground infantry. And what is this path? This meaning, this purpose to which we crater their factories? It is nothing. There is no meaning, no purpose. We murder. We kill. It is mindless savagery, this WAR is mindless. In mere hours, thousands will die! Innocent! Guilty! Strong and weak! Honest and deceitful! ALL of them! They will scream, they will burn, and for no purpose but that mighty Bomber Harris may revel in their bloodshed! And united in this void of purpose, fear, or duty... we shall at long last be free! BOMBS FOR BOMBER HARRIS! DEAD KRAUTS FOR THE KRAUT THRONE! Let Europe BURN!!!
>>65030683Those clouds had it coming
>>65030683Something fired at us, so close enough I guess?
>>65030637>Capt. Dixon SeiderI'm honored that my proudest part of that shitpost is in command.
Our turnaround over the (vauge area of the) target goes off without a hitch, the flak and fighters still making no impact on our formation whatsoever. Leaving the target zone and back into Zone 4, however, the clouds finally disperse.>Moderate resistance, 1 waveA trio of Bf-109s swoop in, two coming from ahead and one to our side. Thankfully, our substantial fighter escort dives on the interceptors coming from ahead, leaving us only a single fighter left to deal with. Lan Casterman in the top turret, Oscar in the waist and Howard's ball turret all open fire, but only Howard lands hits. Despite the damage and with his plane belching smoke, the intrepid German lets off a burst of fire at our bomber.In the ball, Howard flinches as a cannon shell barrels directly towards him, slamming into the turret. A moment later he realizes he hasn't been hit, but the turret no longer responds to his controls, jammed fast. A second hit strikes the fuel tank above the bomb bay, but after a moment of spraying fuel the self-sealing liner kicks in and the tank is intact – a narrowly missed disaster. The final round slices into the nose, striking our bombardier Jeffstein and sending him falling to the ground with an agonized scream.>German fighter hits: 3>ball turret jammed: gunner may not fire or leave the turret for the duration of the mission>bomb bay fuel tank hit – self-seals>bombardier seriously wounded
>>65031167>theyre trying to silence JeffsteinBomber name submission: The HMOFA Agenda
>>65031167Can we land with the ball turret down? Mr DeBoner gonna die?
>>65031167>bomb bay fuel tank hit – self-sealsJesus christ
The remainder of the flight goes off uninterrupted, although a lone German is spotted at a distance as we near our home base. Landing goes smoothly, with medics and mechanics making their way aboard to tend to our wounded man and bird. Jeffstein is hauled away by an ambulance, while a ground crew gets the ball turret open after a bit of grinding metal and foul language.This was a fairly quiet mission and one without any glory to bring back. Unfortunately, the squadron chaplain will bring news shortly after our debriefing that Jeffstein's injuries were more severe than expected, and that he's returned to the island of the Lord.
>>65031243>combat fatality, goy. nothing to see hereIs it Bomb Dropperman's turn?
>>65031243His choice to have underage girls perform his surgery turned out to be ill-advised in retrospect.
>>65031243Off to a great start.I dont follow RtW threads but is shit that cursed over there too?
>>65031262
A note arrives from the officer of Major General Twinning.>Again, but do it right this time.
The next day a queer looking Chinaman arrives, introducing himself as our replacement bombardier. Welcome to the crew 2Lt. Lee Ho Fook! At our briefing we're informed that, while we won't get to be nestled in the middle cell, we'll still get to be lead bomber for the high cell. Wonderful, that's a strictly worse billeting. On the other hand, fighter escorts will be good and so is the weather as we leave base.
>>65030637>Tail gunner Sindri (is allcaps required?)Only if you are Lord Bale.>>65030832>>65030793>Be Capt. Seider>purple smoke comes from the tail gunner's position again>"POWER DEMANDS SACRIFICE....AND PAIN...">you really have to tell him that he shouldn't let his com on while chanting.>hopefully he won't sacrifice our radio
Clear skies prevail, and the pleasant weather brings out the Krauts.>Zone 2, clear weather>Light Resistance>2 wavesOur crew prepares for battle, but that proves largely unnecessary. Our cell is ignored by the first wave entirely, while the second has all of it's fighters intercepted by our escorts. In fact it's only the squadron lead for this mission, Biggus Dickus, who gets any action, as one of her gunners damages a German fighter that slipped through the fighter screen.
>>65031477dubs are smiling upon us, surely this is a good sign.
Well then, onto zone 3, hopefully it will be as smooth as the la-....everyone thank >>65031488 for opening his big fucking mouth and getting Hitlerdubs
Escorts only removed one Focke-Wulf, leaving us with two others and an ace Messyshit barreling down on us from straight ahead. Gunfire tokens distributed, including the attempted passing shot from the tail on the 109 if Mr. Fook misses his shot. But for right now, I must to bed.Here's hoping this run has better luck!
>>65031507well fuck
>>65031523Good shit as always op!
Best thread on /k/ hands down>>radio man Charlie BrownOh no no no no nooo
>Jeffstein taken out as "casualty">Huge concerted effort to take out the remaining crewDo ((they)) control the nazis?
>>65031844What, you thought people were that stupid naturally?
>>65031848>>65031844>when you click "images" instead of "image"FML I need to clean my fucking folders.
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The remaining three fighters close in on us, and our gunners respond in the classic American fashion. Saul T Bowles, our starboard waist gunner, manages to trace a series of shots across the rookie German's fighter coming in our 3'oclock, spoiling any chance he had of making a hit on us. Above, the twin fifties of Lan Castermans top turret spit lead at the 190 coming from above and ahead of us, scoring a glacing hit on the fighter. In the nose, Lee Ho Fook squints to make out the Bf-109 coming from ahead, letting loose with an inaccurate burst of fire that goes well wide.As expected, the right side 190 misses us. But the two fighters making head on attacks have much better aim, and both manage to score a series of hits.>Bf-109 12 level: 2 hits>Fw-190 12 high: 5 hits
A hail of incoming gunfire slams into the Guy Foryu. In the nose, Lee dives for cover as a shell from the 109 punches through the plexiglass, while another rounds from the 109 pings off the right wing. Looking around the compartment, the casualty becomes apparent, the Norden bombsight is wrecked.>bombsight destroyed, bomb run automatically off target>mission abort allowedMeanwhile, the Focke-Wulf opens up from his elevated position, focusing his fire on our bomber's midsection.>Fw-190 hit locations: Bomb bay, Pilot compartment, Bomb bay, Bomb bay, Bomb bayDixon and Dylan flinch as a shell pops just above their heads against the skin of the bomber, but no shrapnel strikes anything important. Behind them, a cacophony of impacts comes from the bomb bay. There's no tremendous explosion, no eruption of flames, just a slight hissing.>rubber rafts destroyed>rest of hits superficial damageAs the German fighters swoop past us, SINDRIII in the tail tries for a passing shot, but after only a couple shots his guns seize up.>tail turret jammed
>>65033184>abort mission>AGAINAt least it's not an engine this time...
>>65033184Don't remember how the thing works. Do we still get fighter cover if we abort and turn back? If no, guess we're better off staying in formation.
>>65033184>bombsight destroyed, bomb run automatically off target>tail turret jammedOur planes are deeply cursed.
>>65033219We're only in zone two, it's a short flight back.
>>65033231Zone 3, see >>65031507Even though we still have these fighters followup attacks and then two more waves before we even get to turn back
>>65033250Oh, right thanks for reminding me>>65031488FUCK YOU
>>65033250Jeff, we’re coming home
>>65033225>Our planes are deeply cursed.Jeffstein was not enough to gain us the dark gods favour. We require a larger sacrifice.Maybe a radio.
>>65033184Can we decide to dump bombs to prevent an explosion on subsequent waves?
>>65033184Just drop em when the others do. Will still be more accurate than last op
>>65033432We're the cell lead, we'll just fuck it up for everyone else. Also it's like 1 zone back, there's 5 more ahead of us on the full trip, almost entirely over water, and we're out of rafts.
>>65033291CIRCUITS FOR THE CIRCUIT GOD. CRYSTALS FOR THE CRYSTAL THRONE. LET DRESDEN BUUUUURRRRRNNNNNN
>>65033438>No raftsOh right, forgot about that.I'll change my vote to bombing the fishes and firewalling the throttle all the way home.
Both of the remaining Germans circle back around for another attack, the ace pulling up behind us while the Focke-Wulf comes in from the side. Both Casterman and Oscar manage to score damaging hits, but despite the crippling damage to the incoming fighter the Kraut manages to keep the plane in the air, letting off a burst of fire before disengaging and flying (or more likely, gliding) for home. Behind us, Sindri is attempting to get his gun working, leaving only Howard to defend against the ace coming from behind. But Howard's gunnery is even more on point, and with a steady burst the German fighter bursts into flames and explodes.Our first kill! Now just two more waves until we can turn back.
This thread makes me want to play falcon bms
>>65033819>2 more wavesi'm not worried, are you worried? why would i worry?
A quartet of 109s attacks from the front, and our gunfire is painfully inadequate, scoring no hits. The fighters at 12 level manage to score a combined total of three hits, one of which lightly wounds our bombardier Fook, another which bursts in the pilot compartment flight control cables, leaving a good number of them severed. The last punches a neat hole through an aileron but does little else.>Bombardier light wound>Control cables: 1/2 hp>Starboard aileron superficial damage
