Flying To Belleau

Who: Weatherby, Hicks, Joey, Nathan, Andrew, Bayman plus NPC German Pilots
Where: In the air between Arras and Belleau
When: April 26, 2006
What: The RAF is being sent to Belleau to aid the Marines in their efforts there. It is not an uneventful flight.

Arras Airfield

A farmers field just at the outskirts of the town has been transformed into a forward airfield. Batteries of antiaircraft guns are scattered about, for this close to the Front, all manner of bad things can happen. With the protective line of Vimy Ridge to the east, at least this spot is safe from Fritz's artillery.

Dangerfield is all geared up for the long flight, goggles resting on his forehead for now as he pulls some gloves on, walking across the field towards one of the Bristols.

Stepping out of one of the squadron's offices, Nathan pulls on his officer's cap and glances around the airfield before making towards to planes, scratching at his arm as he goes.

Weatherby marches across the field toward planes, flight suit as neat and pressed and perfectly zipped as the South African pilot could get it. His course is the same as Dangerfield's, and he's walking near the taller man before he realizes it. He offers the man a short, terse nod in greeting, but nothing friendlier.

Dangerfield looks up at the somewhat cloudy sky and grins broadly up at it as if it's an old friend. His steps fall into rhytm with Weatherby's, an unconscious thing. "Hello, hello," he says brightly, turning that smile upon the other pilot. "Lovely day for a flight, isn't it?" Dangerfield says that about every day, however. He would probably say that if it was raining cats and dogs and lightning was criscrossing the sky. An arm is raised in a greeting to Nathan.

"Morning, fellows," enthuses Nathan in his finest Eton accent as he approaches the other two pilots. "What's the good word today?"

"I don't like the looks of those clouds," Weatherby replies sourly to Dangerfield, squinting up at the sky. He doesn't /really/ look worried, but he wasn't about to join in Dangerfield's chipper-fest. The South African man stumps toward one of the Bristols. "We're to have a go down to Belleau," he informs Nathan. "Quite the long leg, even looking at the maps. Should be a fine flight." He gives Dangerfield a level look. "If a flyer has the stuff to manage it."

"Morning, chum," Dangerfield replies to Nathan, not about to be brought out of his chipper state that easily. "Give us a chance to see the lovely countryside of France." He puts his foot up on the step to climb into the Bristol, knowing the plane is prepared. "No dawdling, boys. Let's get going!"

"Belleau, eh?" muses Nathan, stroking at his chin. "Have to go even further to find Jerry flyboys, eh?" He gives the clouds his own inspection as he passes Dangerfield's plane. "Not to worry, shorty," he says, turning to Weatherby. "Those clouds won't be too troublesome. Too soft to crash into, y'see?"

Weatherby's face flushes an angry red at Nathan. Shorty? "I can handle the clouds just fine," he snips. "I only hope the same can be said of you boys." The emphasis he puts on the word 'boys' makes it sound as if he's calling them school children. With that, he huffs around on his heel and ignores the other pilots, checking over his gear, making certain everything is in tip-top order
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"You always so sensitive, Weatherby? You're rather grumpy," Dangerfield says, climbing into the plane. "Cheer up, old chums! We got some Huns to chase, now let's not keep them waiting."

Dangerfield begins rolling down the field to pick up enough speed to get into the air.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield climbs higher as soon as he's left the ground. Hicks is seen sitting in the other seat.

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby is flying through the air, Bristol wheeling through the clouds. Gray or not, the sky doesn't seem to be giving the South African too much trouble. He adjusts his course, taking him southeast toward Belleau, and also flies higher. He tries to stay level with Dangerfield. He may not like the man on the ground but, in the air, he's a better team player.

(From (#263) Bristol Type 22) Nathan pulls his own plane into the air, passengerless, and points it in the direction of Belleau, pulling back on the stick to rise higher.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield manages somehow to be the chipper bastard even from a distance. His scarf flutters in the wind. His goggles shine brightly. He waves at the others as he climbs and makes a 'whooping' shout that drifts through the air.

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby has taken off his goggles the moment he found a convenient place to set them in the aircraft. He's found he doesn't really need them. He's flying with a serious concentration that is anything but chipper. But his scarf does flutter in the wind. Blast it. He tries to tuck it into the neck of his uniform when he catches sight of Dangerfield, and his own damn fluttering.

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey levels his plane at 2900 feet himself and flies calmly, he seems to be happy to fly at his own Camel. he looks around the place to notice any enemy fighters they may encounter

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield is shouting something to Hicks, turning his head slightly to make his voice heard over the wind and engine noise. "ISN'T THIS LOVELY, HAWK? YOU REALLY LIVE UP TO THE NAME NOW!" He gets the scarf right in his face and swipes it away impatiently. He catches up some birds that squawks indignantly and gets out of the way.

(From (#263) Bristol Type 22) Nathan starts to level out his plane around the three thousand mark, glancing out over the network of trenches and ruined countryside that dominates the landscape. Noting that he's starting to lag behind a little, he gun's his planes engine and leaps ahead.

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey suddenly turns his plane slowly backwards, to notice any enemy planes he may see at air…

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby levels out once he's reached a goodly height, slowing so he doesn't get himself too far from the other planes. He keeps flying straight and true, focusing on the clouds around him rather than the earth below.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield is now settling in and just enjoys the flying. If he's worried about enemy planes, he shows nothing of it. Like Weatherby, he soon removes the goggles, putting them away somewhere safe.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks shakes his head, his voice roaring over all the other noises. "NO. NOTHING LOVELY ABOUT IT. PILOT, THE BASTARD, DOESN'T LIKE IT EITHER"

(From (#263) Bristol Type 22) Nathan begins to whistle to himself as the planes cruise along, the sound lost to anyone further than a yard away. Still, the idiotic grin on his face and gentle nodding shows all who care to look that he's clearly without a care in the world.

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby doesn't do much conversing with his observer. He's not a grand conversationalist, either on the ground or in the air. He keeps fussing with the controls, making minor corrections, expression tight with concentration.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield laughs. "PILOT DOESN'T LIKE IT, EH? GUESS YOU TWO JUST WANTS TO PUT A WRENCH IN THE PLANES, NOT ACTUALLY FLY THEM." He sounds as if he can't understand that sentiment.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks shakes his head, no matter how pointless it is. "We just want to get home" his voice rumbles out, "How much do you want to turn around and head for good old England?" He fiddles with something before letting out an angry stream of swear words. "Or land so we can have a smoke at least."

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby gets less fussy about his flying as he goes on, settling into a pattern he finds comfortable with the plane. As he keeps at it, he even starts humming. Softly at first, tunelessly, but doing it actually brings a smile to his normally sour face.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman hunkers over the flight controls, his red silk scraf tied tightly about his throat, his face hidden behind pilot goggles. He corrects the Bristol's pitch and the plane cruies next to its mates at a rather spread out angle.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Andrew shifts in his observer position, moving the gun around as he peeks around here and there. He checks his pistol at his side, making sure it had at least one round in it. One for him if this thing goes the bad way up. "I say! Quite windy now, isn't it?" He calls out, shifting his goggles up a little bit, sure, his eyes stung without them, but the goggles made looking around hard.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman answering Andrew, says, "Eye Say Old boy watch our six as much as you can." He smiles his horse-toothed grin and then turns to look over the propellers.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield turns quiet for awhile then. "How long have you been here?" he calls back to Hicks. "Wish I could fly you back to England, chum, I really do. But… I suppose you are stuck here with us for awhile longer."

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Andrew lifts himself up a little bit and peeks around. "Oh I dare say, dare say! Indeed my old chum! None of those huns will get to us with these Camels and these machine guns, I say." He grins before swiveling himself around, checking his positions before calling out. "Mayhaps we should slow down a bit! That Camel is a bit slower than what we got!"

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey races behind the other planes, he waves his hand for them to slow down, he curses as his plane is less speeded but he has advantage of manuaving faster.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman says, "I believe you're right," and throttles back a bit. He keeps an eye on the Camel in the distance and the other planes as they fly over the shell-torn French soil below.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield has been coming a bit too far from the rest and pulls the throttle to slow the plane down, not wanting to be left all alone out in the blue.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield suddenly waves insistantly, pointing in a direction. He's spotted something.

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby keeps on humming as he flies. The sound is drowned out, even to the ears of his observer, by the roar of the plane, but Weatherby himself seems to be enjoying it. He's acquired a tune now and, on the second, bar, actually starts singing bits of 'It's a Long Long Way to Tipperary.'

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks grunts and looks down at his feet. "Stuck in the worst country on earth, and we're probably heading to the center of this manure-like country, to make sure there won't be a good day at .." He looks up as Dangerfield slows down, "Like it isn't bad enough already, don't slow down. I could as well have walked otherwise."

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman looks at the tiny pilot in the Bristol and says loudly to Andrew, "I say, I believe the chap sees something, make sure your weapon is ready…"

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey turns his plane in full circle to notice the point done by other plane pilot

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield is sitting up straight, staring almost dead ahead. "Oh, shut up about England now. We got a Fokker up ahead," he says grimly. Once more he raises his arm and points ahead of himself.

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby sees the other planes veering, his tune stopping abruptly. He squints, catching Dangerfield's wave, though what the other pilot is waving -at- seems lost on him.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Andrew leans over his gun, pulling it back to check that a round was in the chamber. He leans back as he then grits his teeth, nodding. "Yes yes, old chap. Here come the bloody Huns!"

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey notices the enemy Fokker DR1 and raises his plane's nose up for enemy encounter…

(From (#263) Bristol Type 22) Nathan is now thoroughly relaxed into the task at hand, which as far as he's concerned involves sitting back and enjoying the view. Alas, it doesn't last long enough, as the pilots of the other planes begin some urgent manuvering. Something, he suspects, could be up.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks shrugs, grunting some more before speaking up. "Let's turn back then." He isn't watching the sky at all, so he has not spotted it yet.

(From (#258) Fokker DR1) Leon rides a lone triplane, heading in to do gallant battle! He dips his nose, and takes aim at the leading Bristol.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman Bayman pulls the stick back in order to gain altitude while shoving the thorttle forward.

Aircraft Sopwith Camel (#241-Joey) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 but misses! (Accuracy 56)

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman "feel free to fire at the bastard if he gets close," Bayman says as he continues to climb.

Aircraft Sopwith Camel (#241-Joey) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 and hits!
ENGINE HIT

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Andrew) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

(From (#258) Fokker DR1) Leon guns his engine, as he turns, aimed at a Bristol.

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Andrew) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

Aircraft Sopwith Camel (#241-Joey) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 and hits!

CREW HIT!
Leon suffers 4 wound damage to his left leg.

CREW HIT!
Leon suffers 3 wound damage to his left hand.

Aircraft Fokker DR1 (#258-Leon) fires its 2x7.92mm at (#1749) Bristol Type 22 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey shoots the enemy plane, also the crew himself, he grins and turns his plane again for another volley

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield begins to maneuver to get the hell away of the enemy fire, and he turns the throttle again.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Andrew swings the machine gun around. "Yes yes! Old chap! Lets have at it!" He pulls the trigger, letting the bullets thud out of the machine gun, but they fly wide. "I can't bloody aim this thing!" He exclaims in annoyance.

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Andrew) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby can see the enemy plane now, and he ups his speed to meet his squad mates, and the German Fokker.

(From (#258) Fokker DR1) Leon weaves around when it comes into someones gunsight, trying to line up with someone.

Aircraft Fokker DR1 (#258-Leon) fires its 2x7.92mm at (#1749) Bristol Type 22 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

Aircraft Fokker DR1 (#258-Leon) fires its 2x7.92mm at (#1747) Bristol Type 22 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman Bayman heads toward the Fokker and dives, his nose aiming to intersect the enemy plane.

Aircraft Sopwith Camel (#241-Joey) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 and hits!
ENGINE HIT

Aircraft Sopwith Camel (#241-Joey) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 and hits!
ENGINE HIT

Aircraft Sopwith Camel (#241-Joey) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 and hits!
CONTROL HIT

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Andrew) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

Aircraft Sopwith Camel (#241-Joey) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 but misses! (Accuracy 72)

Aircraft Sopwith Camel (#241-Joey) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 and hits!
ENGINE HIT

Aircraft Sopwith Camel (#241-Joey) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 and hits!

CREW HIT!
Leon suffers 5 wound damage to his left hand.
ENGINE HIT

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Andrew) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 but misses! (Accuracy 12)

(From (#263) Bristol Type 22) Nathan still can't see whatever#s getting everyone so excited, and it irks him somewhat. Gunning his engine, he pushes the Bristol harder.

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey keeps shooting enemy Fokker DR1

Aircraft Fokker DR1 (#258-Leon) fires its 2x7.92mm at (#1747) Bristol Type 22 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

Aircraft Fokker DR1 (#258-Leon) fires its 2x7.92mm at (#263) Bristol Type 22 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Andrew) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 but misses! (Accuracy 15)

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield is slowing down again, having escaped the Fokker without too many problems. He twists his head around and up and down, to keep an eye on what is happening.

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Andrew) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 but misses! (Accuracy 19)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Bayman) fires its 1x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 but misses! (Accuracy 20)

Aircraft Sopwith Camel (#241-Joey) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 and hits!
ENGINE HIT
CONTROL HIT

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Andrew sits himself upright as he opens fire on the Fokker. "Thats it old chap! We'll take him!"

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#263-Nathan) fires its 1x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman lines up behind the Fokker, just over his right and ust above him and opens fire…the Fokker moves…"Blasted Camel jockety is going to kill the ba-stad."

Aircraft Fokker DR1 (#258-Leon) fires its 2x7.92mm at (#263) Bristol Type 22 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks leans down towards Pilot, who he has in a firm grip, he talks with the dog, shaking his head every now and then.

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey shoots the enemy plane again and again, he notices the plane goes down slowly but than he looks back but notices its not downed yet, he curses and goes down…

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman pushes the Bristol into a steeper dive in pursuit of the Fokker.

(From (#263) Bristol Type 22) Nathan finally catches sight of the Fokker, sending a stream of bullets in its direction, though it's clear someone else already did all the dirty work. He keeps his eyes peeled, checking nothing else will creep up on the squadron.

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Andrew) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield is suddenly and perhaps unexpectedly turning his Bristol around. He's rather far away and perhaps he just wants to rejoin his comrades and see what happens to the Fokker.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Andrew lets rip with a few more rounds. Just incase. He doesn't seem to like the idea that the Fokker could climb back up once again and get himself and Bayman stuck in its sights.

(From (#258) Fokker DR1) Leon twirls and dodges desperately as gunfire explodes all over the sky. Somehow he manages to survive the crossfire, even.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman considers himself too low and pulls up leaving the Fokker for the other fighters. "Maybe next time mate," he yells to Andrew

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Andrew) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield turns the nose of the plane down in a not very steep angle, homing in on the flying Hun.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks raises his voice again. "Great idea, let's join the pointless quest for glory. That's it, just land it, I'm getting off here, the war will move along nicely without me."

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby flies lower, to level himself with the enemy plane and his fellows.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Andrew calls out, "Ah! I'm not trying to hit him! I'm trying to keep him the bloody hell away from me! I want some tea when we get off this blasted plane!" He exclaims, just firing a few more rounds at the Hun.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield grins at Hicks. "Oh, come on now. I was too far ahead, anyway! You can handle that gun, can't you?"

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Hicks) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

Aircraft Sopwith Camel (#241-Joey) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 and hits!

CREW HIT!
Leon suffers 4 wound damage to his head.

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#263-Nathan) fires its 1x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Andrew) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks squeezes off some rounds out into nothingness, "NO" he yells after testing it out.

Aircraft Sopwith Camel (#241-Joey) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Fokker DR1 and hits!
ENGINE HIT
ENGINE HIT

Aircraft Fokker DR1 (#258-Leon) fires its 2x7.92mm at (#263) Bristol Type 22 but misses! (Accuracy 55)

(From (#263) Bristol Type 22) Nathan grumbles to himself as another stream of bullets collide with nothing at all. "Jolly poor show," he mutters, and brings his plane into a climb so as to draw level with the German.

Aircraft Fokker DR1 (#258-Leon) fires its 2x7.92mm at (#1747) Bristol Type 22 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

Aircraft (#258) Fokker DR1 has been destroyed!

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman climbs to 2000 feet and watches the battle below as his plance glides on slowly.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield winces a bit as Hicks shoots. "Well, he's too far away!" he shouts back. He watches the Fokker be destroyed before he reaches it, and lets out a sigh of relief. "Well, you don't have to worry about it any longer. He's down." He levels out and begins to slowly turn around again.

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey waves his wings to his comrades as a sign of victory with joy, its his 4th kill. He is going to write his name to skies…

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby sees the Fokker go down, letting out a thrilled holler. "Jolly good show!" he shouts into the wind. Then it's back to business. The encounter with the Fokker got him rather turned around. He adjusts his plane, to get it back on course.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks shakes his head angrily, sounding like he's looking to make sure he gets the point across. "Worry? Why would I worry?! Who will have to work all night just because you fly boys could have a few moments of fun? Me, that is who. That's the only thing I am thinking about."

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield snorts. "Oh, shut up, Hawk. What are we going to do, just let the Huns shoot us up? Nobody gains on that, not even you! Unless you want us to crash and die, I suppose. Means less work for you."

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman climbs to 3000 feet to stay above the rest of the chaps below. "Better to have someone up high I always say," he says loudly to Andrew.%R

(From (#263) Bristol Type 22) Nathan watches the enemy plane collapse into the ground, and shrugs his shoulders. "Poor show, that Jerry," he mutters, leaning out of his cockpit to shout "show some backbone next time!" at the wrecked vehicle, before taking his plane up to rejoin the squadron.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman throttles back as he loses sight of the Camel. He gives hand signals in an exaggerated way trying to communicate that to the other Bristol pilots. "I say old boy," he says loudly to Andrew, "Could you get the attention of those other chaps. We need to stay together."

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Andrew shifts for a moment as he leans up on out of his seat a little bit, keeping tight grasp so he isn't thrown out. He takes his flying scarf off around his neck and waves it in the air for a moment. "I SAY! I SAY CHAPS!" He does this to grab their attention for a moment, before he slowly sits back down, wrapping the scarf around himself.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks says, "We should have set course for England and let the frogs and the Huns fight it out." But his voice is lacking the edge now, and he just leans back in his seat again, closing his eyes.

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey is happy that he saved the rest of the fighters. That fokkers are really buggers, and skilled pilots usually make their job harder. This is his 4th Fokker that he shot down. He just hopes no other fokkers show up at our way…

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield turns quiet too again, just turning his head to give Hicks a quick, lopsided smile. He's ahead again but is flying relatively slow.

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby is just happy to be alive and in the air. And on he flies.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield pulls the throttle a bit more, slowing down even more to let the rest catch up. He begins to whistle some popular show-tune.

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey is pretty far away from others so he makes a few acrobatic movements at air, just becouse of boredom…

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby has more than enough to entertain himself with keeping his plane in the air. Which he does. A bit too high up in the air for his comfort, in point of fact. He brings his Bristol back to a lower altitude.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield stifles a yawn. "So, Hawk," he calls back, not letting the poor mechanic rest quietly. "How long did you say you've been here? I either missed the reply earlier or things got busy."

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby pulls his plane level, once he's gotten back to a lower altitude. He adjusts his scarf. It's starting to fluttering about jauntily again, and he just can't have that.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks opens up his eyes again, almost like he's been asleep. "What? How long? One year? Two years? I don' know. They came and said I'm going to France, and here I am, every day feels like a year, so I lost count in a 'urry"

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby has, somehow, ended up a good ways ahead of his fellows. He dials his speed back, glancing around him, but his eyes soon focus back on the air ahead. He doesn't want anything surprising suddenly popping up.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield nods his understanding, scarf fluttering cheerfully. "Jolly good, glad to know you," he responds. "Been an aircraft mechanic all the time?"

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks turns his head to the right and clears his nostril before he answers. "All the time. Guess that is something positive, less risk of dying than for the poor bastards in the trenches."

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield leans out to look down onto the ground. Far down below there's a long line of troups marching off to somewhere. "And less marching around the country!" he calls back. "At least you get to go to places in a plane most of the time, eh?"

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby settles his plane at a comfortable speed and his wings his way along. He's on course, well in sight of the rest of the squad and, all in all, quite comfortable in his current position in the clouds. The humming starts again, 'It's a Long Long Way to Tipperary' at a rather jaunty tune this time.

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey just flies casual, does nothing in particular

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks looks down at the people marching below, raising his voice for the final part of the song. "…They're hanging on the old barbed wire, I've seen 'em, I've seen 'em. Hanging on the old barbed wire .."

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield sighs a little. "You take the merriment out of a body, you truly do," he calls back. But he doesn't truly sound as if he's lost his good humor. "How's Pilot doing back there?"

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks looks down at the dog, scratching him, "Better than us, that is for sure. Can't we speed up now? I'm sure most of the trigger happy pilots back there are out of ammo anyway, we might as well just head for the airfield now. I need to take a piss."

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks starts to sing another song, the words carrying over the noise every now and then, ".. Oh father dear, I'm not too young parlez-vous, I've just been fucked by the blacksmith's son, parlez-vous. Inky-dinky parlez-vous"

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield tries to hear the song. He knows this one and joins in, his voice quite nice. He could put up some shows and play the Lady Diva.

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby has burst into full song, like Hicks, though of course he's in no position to duet with the mechanic in the other plane. He belts, 'It's a Long Long Way to Tipperary', going back to the beginning each time he winds to the end. His observer joins in. It's probably lucky no one else is in that plane with them. Neither of them are choir boys, by any stretch.

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey gives his attention to flying currently, he is calm and silent…

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks doesn't have a very nice voice, but it's loud enough, ".. Nine months later she gave a grunt, parlez-vous, and a little fat Prussian popped out her cunt, parlez-vous"

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield doesn't quite know /that/ version. He blinks a few times, then laughs and shuts up to just listen and learn instead.

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey makes a full circle to see or notice any enemy planes he may notice

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby just keeps on flying, his own observer keeping his own plane's gun at the ready, for his own protection. Not that either of them seem too worried. They keep on singing.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman pushes the throttle forward as he sees the planes below him get furhter and furhter away. "I say old boy, did you bring any tea?" He turns to smile at Andrew. "Tea and krumpets…mmmmm mmmm."

(From (#258) Albatross D.Va) Johann spots bad guys! Tally Ho! In German!

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks keeps on singing, "The fat little Prussian he grew and grew, parlez-vouz, he fucked the cat and the donkey too, parlez-vous." He stops after the chours this time though, "I hope they have beer wherever we're going. I'm thirsty."

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield lets out a groan. "Hawks, stop singing. We got Hun company again. Two albatrosses, almost dead ahead." He points insistantly once more to get the attention of the others.

(From (#29) Albatross D.Va) Ivo sees Johann's motion in the direction of the enemy and waggles his wings to acknowledge.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Andrew snorts and wakes up a little bit. "What what? Hmm? Tea? Oh. Yes please.." He mumbles, yawning and rubbing his face.

(From (#258) Albatross D.Va) Johann wingwaggles back, as he focuses upon his selected target. Which is coming on rather fast, head to head being what it is.

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby stops his singing when he sees Dangerfield pointing out of the corner of his eye. Even that, he has to squint to catch sight of. Whatever the man is pointing to, he is not within sight of yet.

(From (#263) Bristol Type 22) Nathan lazily moves his eyes about sky, catching sight of Dangerfield's urgent gestures. Although he sees nothing in the indicated direction, he guns his engine and prepares for another dogfight.

(From (#258) Albatross D.Va) Johann leads the German duo! And tips into a dive!

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#263-Nathan) fires its 1x.303 at (#258) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 0)

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman says "I say, I do believe we've got company," he yells to Andrew. The tiny dots are barely visible from his position in the sky.%R

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby finally spots the Albatross. There we are, then.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield is pitching upwards himself, straight at the Albatross up ahead. This time he's not going to turn tail on anything. "Hold on to something!" he calls to Hawk.

(From (#29) Albatross D.Va) Ivo follows Johann's lead and edges his nose down to bleed off some of the altitude difference between them and the enemy.

(From (#263) Bristol Type 22) Nathan is impetuous in the extreme, firing a collection of rounds before the targets are more than dots against the skyline.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman has a tendancy to climb before a dog fight. He gains altitude…

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Dangerfield) fires its 1x.303 at (#258) Albatross D.Va and hits!
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Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#258-Johann) fires its 2x7.92 at (#1749) Bristol Type 22 but misses! (Accuracy 31)

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks holds on to something, although he looks to mostly worry about helping the dog in his lap to hold on to something..

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby is as impetuous as the next pilot, climbing up, up, up into the wild blue yonder, toward those two Albatri.

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey notices the incoming enemy plane, he curses, he starts to raise his plane and get ready to open fire!

Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#258-Johann) fires its 2x7.92 at (#1749) Bristol Type 22 and hits!
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ENGINE HIT

Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#258-Johann) fires its 2x7.92 at (#1749) Bristol Type 22 and hits!
ENGINE HIT

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Dangerfield) fires its 1x.303 at (#258) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 45)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Hicks) fires its 2x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 5)

Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#258-Johann) fires its 2x7.92 at (#1751) Bristol Type 22 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Andrew) fires its 2x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 0)

(From (#258) Albatross D.Va) Johann heads straight into Dangerfield's Bristol, and zooms past,catching tail gun as it goes.

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Hicks) fires its 2x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 4)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Andrew) fires its 2x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 0)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Hicks) fires its 2x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 3)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Dangerfield) fires its 1x.303 at (#258) Albatross D.Va and hits!

CREW HIT!
Johann suffers 3 wound damage to his left leg.
ENGINE HIT

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks doesn't seem to enjoy getting shot at very much, grabbing the machinegun as the Fokker blows by their airplane.

(From (#29) Albatross D.Va) Ivo squeezes off a burst but he's still too high.

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#263-Nathan) fires its 1x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 12)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Dangerfield) fires its 1x.303 at (#258) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 33)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Hicks) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Albatross D.Va and hits!

CREW HIT!
Johann suffers 8 wound damage to his left hand.
ENGINE HIT

Aircraft Sopwith Camel (#241-Joey) fires its 2x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va and hits!
ENGINE HIT

CREW HIT!
Ivo suffers 1 wound damage to his right chest.

Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#29-Ivo) fires its 2x7.92 at (#241) Sopwith Camel and hits!

CREW HIT!
Joey suffers 8 wound damage to his left hand.

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Hicks) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Albatross D.Va and hits!
ENGINE HIT
ENGINE HIT

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman pushes his plane into a steap dive as he makes for the Albatross firing on the Camel.

Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#29-Ivo) fires its 2x7.92 at (#241) Sopwith Camel but misses! (Accuracy 37)

(From (#263) Bristol Type 22) Nathan sets up a more decent attack run this time, pouring another stream of bullets towards the nearest Albatross.

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Hicks) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 20)

(From (#258) Albatross D.Va) Johann slumps over the controls, shot up by a tailgunner. Bah.
Bristol Type 22

(From (#29) Albatross D.Va) Ivo heads straight at the Camel guarding the other planes, firing as he goes.

Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#29-Ivo) fires its 2x7.92 at (#241) Sopwith Camel but misses! (Accuracy 36)

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey is shot, he needs help asap

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby is flying as fast as he can to get within range of the German planes.

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Bayman) fires its 1x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 0)

(From (#29) Albatross D.Va) Ivo flies past the Camel and banks around for another pass.

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#263-Nathan) fires its 1x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 9)

Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#29-Ivo) fires its 2x7.92 at (#263) Bristol Type 22 but misses! (Accuracy 38)

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey dives down..

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Andrew) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 17)

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks is now just spraying wildly at any aircraft he doesn't recognize as on their side, when they're close enough at least.

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Andrew) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 15)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Hicks) fires its 2x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 15)

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield is hot on the tail of one of the Albatrosses and Hicks is doing good work on him. But, he's too low now so he begins to drop.

(From (#263) Bristol Type 22) Nathan keeps on at his target, still firing his guns too eagerly.

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Andrew) fires its 2x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 2)

Aircraft Sopwith Camel (#241-Joey) fires its 2x.303 at (#258) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 26)

Aircraft (#258) Albatross D.Va has been destroyed!

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks finishes off the song as the Fokker vanishes out of sight for him, "The fat little Prussian he went to hell, parlez-vous, he fucked the devil and his wife as well, parlez-vous"

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#263-Nathan) fires its 1x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 0)

(From (#29) Albatross D.Va) Ivo loses his target briefly in the clouds, but then begins a turn to come around again.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Andrew spins his guns around, before there is that very loud 'Click click click' noise. "Oh….. Bollocks…."

Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#29-Ivo) fires its 2x7.92 at (#1749) Bristol Type 22 but misses! (Accuracy 37)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Hicks) fires its 2x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va and hits!
ENGINE HIT

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Bayman) fires its 1x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 13)

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey makes acrobatic movements at air to avoid enemy fire

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks sees one of the Fokkers appearing for a moment in his line of vision, squeezing off another load of bullets.

(From (#263) Bristol Type 22) Nathan realises he's losing the blighter in the clouds, and pulls sharply back on his stick in order to get back into the action. "A little better this time, Fritz!" he yells.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield climbs again, chasing the second Albatross now. He's shaking with adrenaline and he shouts back to Hicks. "I want you with me, always! You are great!"

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman twists and turns his Bristol violently tryin to get behind the Albatross.

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#263-Nathan) fires its 1x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va and hits!
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Aircraft Sopwith Camel (#241-Joey) fires its 2x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va and hits!

CREW HIT!
Ivo suffers 8 wound damage to his right hand.

(From (#263) Bristol Type 22) Nathan whoops with joy as the rounds connect. "But not good enough!" he yells, angling for another go.

Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#29-Ivo) fires its 2x7.92 at (#1751) Bristol Type 22 but misses! (Accuracy 0)

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman pushes his plane into a shallow dive, then he kicks it back into a neck-breaking climb…the plane shoots into the air…

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey shoots the enemy pilot again but he gets out of ammo! He curses and waits for other planes to shoot down the enemy plane…

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks yells back while keeping his eyes on the sky, "What?" he peers around some more. "I'm going to have a long night, all the ammo going out around here."

(From (#29) Albatross D.Va) Ivo curses as his craft is hit but he swings around to target the plane that came after him.

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Hicks) fires its 2x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 18)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#263-Nathan) fires its 1x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 20)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Hicks) fires its 2x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 17)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Hicks) fires its 2x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va and hits!
ENGINE HIT
ENGINE HIT

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield flies right past the German, the two so close they can feel the wind from each other's engines in passing.

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Hicks) fires its 2x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 5)

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield begins to turn around for another… round. He doesn't seem to be hitting a thing himself, not having had much chances to shoot but each passing allows Hicks to get some bullets off at least.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks and when the pilot flies by someone, the tailgunner gets to work, although never knowing why they're climbing to the sky. "You should bring a gunner next time, I imagine they might actually hit something." he yells out.

(From (#29) Albatross D.Va) Ivo seems to be having a little bit of engine trouble. He can't keep pace with the climbing enemy planes, so he switches targets to one of the two-seaters.

(From (#263) Bristol Type 22) Nathan curses as he drops down at the same time as Fritz rises past him. Waving a fist at the enemy fighter, he pulls back on the stick again, starting to feel like a yo-yo.

Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#29-Ivo) fires its 2x7.92 at (#1749) Bristol Type 22 and hits!
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Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Bayman) fires its 1x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 28)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Bayman) fires its 1x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 28)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Hicks) fires its 2x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 23)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Hicks) fires its 2x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 24)

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield gets hit! He begins to turn the plane around, to face the Albatross again. Straight on!

Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#29-Ivo) fires its 2x7.92 at (#1749) Bristol Type 22 and hits!
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Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Dangerfield) fires its 1x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va and hits!
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Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#29-Ivo) fires its 2x7.92 at (#1749) Bristol Type 22 but misses! (Accuracy 51)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#263-Nathan) fires its 1x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 18)

Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#29-Ivo) fires its 2x7.92 at (#1751) Bristol Type 22 but misses! (Accuracy 33)

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey notices his friends are in danger, he takes out his pistol and tries to take the enemy plane's attention by fireing his pistol at air, this guy may be nuts but he is trying his job…

Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#29-Ivo) fires its 2x7.92 at (#1749) Bristol Type 22 and hits!

CREW HIT!
Dangerfield suffers 4 wound damage to his left arm.
ENGINE HIT

Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#29-Ivo) fires its 2x7.92 at (#1749) Bristol Type 22 but misses! (Accuracy 52)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Dangerfield) fires its 1x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 52)

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks holds in the trigger until the machinegun starts clicking. "All out" he yells, and instead tries to make himself as small as possible, which isn't easy for the mechanic, instead he covers up the dog. "Let's get out of here" he calls out.

Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#29-Ivo) fires its 2x7.92 at (#1749) Bristol Type 22 but misses! (Accuracy 52)

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Dangerfield) fires its 1x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va and hits!
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Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#29-Ivo) fires its 2x7.92 at (#263) Bristol Type 22 but misses! (Accuracy 42)

Aircraft Albatross D.Va (#29-Ivo) fires its 2x7.92 at (#263) Bristol Type 22 and hits!

CREW HIT!
Nathan suffers 6 wound damage to his head.

CREW HIT!
Nathan suffers 2 wound damage to his left arm.

(From (#29) Albatross D.Va) Ivo banks and weaves, clicking off shots with his guns as he tries to avoid the fire.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield flies by another time. He screams, suddenly. "Damn it, I'm hit!" he shouts out, groaning loudly. He grits his teeth and begins to turn the plane around again though, as fast as he can.

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey turns again reloading his pistol, he aims at enemy plane and starts shooting his pistol

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Dangerfield) fires its 1x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va and hits!
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CONTROL HIT

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1749-Dangerfield) fires its 1x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 51)

(From (#29) Albatross D.Va) Ivo doesn't seem to be dissuaded by the pistol fire, but the fact that his guns click empty causes him to turn and run.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman curses in frustration as the slipper Albatross keeps escaping his grasp.

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1751-Bayman) fires its 1x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va and hits!
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(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Andrew leans over from his observer position. "All out of ammo, old chap! I suggest we just go to the landing strip and get there as quickly as possible! I don't think I can hold off a Hun with a pistol!"

(From (#241) Sopwith Camel) Joey is still shooting the enemy albatross with his pistol like an idiot, well he is at least trying to shoot him…

(From (#29) Albatross D.Va) Ivo continues to limp along in his badly damaged aircraft. He seems to be heading for the ground, but is trying to make it a controlled crash.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman speeds like a ligthtning bolt as he fires into the Hun plane. He zooms past and turns for another pass.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield is diving after the quickly descending Albatross, but at 1300 feet he goes to pitch 0 again and watches to see what'll happen.

Aircraft Bristol Type 22 (#1747-Weatherby) fires its 1x.303 at (#29) Albatross D.Va but misses! (Accuracy 0)

(From (#29) Albatross D.Va) Ivo fights with his aircraft but the controls aren't responding. He's getting perilously close to the ground.

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby finally gets near enough to the German plane to get a shot off at the bugger. Not a very good shot, but a shot nonetheless. He's flying rather wildly.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman turns pale white as his dive manuver nearly gets him and Andrew killed. He gasps and pulls out rapidly….heading back into the clouds.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield isn't sure if the Albatross was so badly hit it is finally going down, but it looks hopeful. Either case, he sets his course on Belleau. It'll be a painfully long flight now. With emphasis on painful.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman begins to climb in order to get with the rest of the squadron.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield shouts back to Hicks. "Hawk? I think there's something wrong with the engine!"

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby watches the Albatross speed, not so majestically, toward the ground and to its fiery crash. It's only then that he notices they're one plane short in their own squadron. He scans the skies for Nathan's Bristol but unwilling to believe it has gone down.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield presses a hand to his wounded arm for a moment, to stem the bloodflow. He has to battle with the plane too, so he's having a bit of a hard time. It takes him awhile to realize that one of the Bristols aren't anywhere in sight. "Oh hells."

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Hicks shouts back a reply. "Not only the engine, this thing shouldn't be up in the air anymore. Will be a few days before I'd say this thing can go back up again" He turns silent for a few moments before shouting at Dangerfield again. "That means we should not be here now. I hope we won't crash when we land."

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield nods a bit weakly, not turning his head. "Don't I know it, Hawk. I'll look for a place to land, but only if it seems we have no other option. I'll try to bring us to Belleau."

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby guides his plane lower and lower as they near their destination.

(From (#1751) Bristol Type 22) Bayman pushes his plane down to 800 feet and zooms over the treetops and hills toward Belleau airfield. The Scotsman apparently enjoys flying fst…very fast.

(From (#1747) Bristol Type 22) Weatherby is likewise pushing along as fast as his Bristol will carry him. His scarf is whipping around with wild abandon now, but he doesn't try to tuck it away. It can be jaunty for awhile.

(From (#1749) Bristol Type 22) Dangerfield begins to angle downwards, his engine smoking and coughing. He's struggling hard to even keep it in the air at the moment.

Joey jumps out of the camel, the camel seems to have some bullet holes at cockpit, there is blood coming from his wrapped hand. The guy seems to be pissed, "Damn Albatros…" he says, he curses, he turns to a tech, "Paint a Fokker picture at my Camel will you?"

Bayman gets out of his Bristol and stretches his lanky figure. "I say…that was a rather stirring experience wasnt it?" He glances over his shoulder at Andrew and then to Joey, "I say old chap, you really let that Fokker have it."

Weatherby climbs out of the Bristol, stiff-legged from the long flight. He came through it without a scratch, as did his plane, but they also didn't pass too close to the really hot shooting.

Dangerfield lands - miraculously. It's a rather hard landing though, but he and Hicks are down on the ground, mostly in one piece.

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