It is 1942. The attack on Pearl Harbor crippled the American fleet, and the Battle of the Coral Sea has ended in a pyrrhic Japanese Victory. While both sides lick their wounds, repairing and rebuilding, the South Pacific has destabilized.Recognizing their limited ability to maintain influence, Allied Command has designated detachments of the Coastal Picket Force to engage in operations in the Pacific Theater. Allotments for material and hardware include an assortment of air and seagoing patrol craft, and the logistics bases needed to maintain these volunteer forces.Among them is the Consolidated PBY Catalina. In limited quantities, they operate with ragtag crews, a result of strained training pipelines.Port Vila, Efate.[SIMPSON] - “Call on the A-M, Ma’am.”[HAWKES] - “What do we got?”>”Recon of the Vanuatu chain.” [EASY]>”Supply escort from Samoa.” [MEDIUM]>”Convoy intercept in the Solomons.” [HARD]
>>6431537>>”Supply escort from Samoa.” [MEDIUM]
>>6431537>>”Convoy intercept in the Solomons.” [HARD]
>>6431537>”Supply escort from Samoa.”
>>6431537>”Supply escort from Samoa.”those Jap subs had better watch out
>>6431537>”Supply escort from Samoa.” [MEDIUM]
>>6431537>”Convoy intercept in the Solomons.” [HARD]
>>6431537Beg the Soviets to invade Manchuria
>>6431537>Beg Stalin to come win this theater for us and then claim it was the bomb even though the japs already gave up and all your highest ranking generals agree it's unnecessary
>>6431537>>”Convoy intercept in the Solomons.” [HARD]Sorry the autism won, quest looks awesome QM
>>6431763>>6431764If nothing else has deviated in this scenario, the Soviets have their hands full with Case Blue right about nowAlso >”Recon of the Vanuatu chain.” [EASY]
[SIMPSON] - “Supply escort from Samoa. Rendezvous’ set near Alofi, bound for Fiji, to remain on station till further notice or bingo fuel.”[HAWKES] - “Let’s take two torps, two charges. Prep the brief, I’ll get the others.”The takeoff occurred without error, and soon the crew was aloft, taking off at dusk to rendezvous with the convoy by morning. It was a perfect, clear tropical sunset, and the crew all took a moment to take it in as it faded below the horizon.There was Hawkes, an instructor who jumped at the chance to run a plane and crew without any of the brass dictating how to fly it. Specht manned the guns, a tough but fitting job for the Iowan farmhand. Kramer was the navigator, a spectacled, query-eyed odd one, no doubt, but she navigated the plane across the Pacific without any complaint or fail. Simpson was the flight engineer, managing the ordinance and heading up maintenance and inflight issues.Williams made up the last of this bare crew, filling out the minimum personnel needed to operate the aircraft. They were the…>Bombardier>Copilot>Radioman>Extra Gunner Somewhere over the Pacific…[KRAMER] - “All I’m saying is, did you have to let her name it that?”[HAWKES] - “No one makes me do anything. We can’t share a sense of humor?”[SPECHT] - *“Can you two keep it down? I can’t enjoy the view with you two yapping.”*What was your plane named, anyhow?>Write-In
>>6431960>Bombardier>Loch mess
>>6431960>BombardierBombardier, depth charge, submarine>Bottom Feeder
>>6431960>BombardierNo ideas for a fitting name, I'll let other anons decide.
>>6431960>Bombardier
>>6431960>Bombardier>Name: Bomb Vivant
>>6431960>Radioman>Fat Whale
