Bomber:Spped up if possible, then continue flying forward.
Light a bomb. Throw it at the enemy. Try not to throw it in own plane.
[pursuit roll: 1 vs 3
+1] Theo actually slows the plane down instead of speeding it up, but considering Kelly's plans, that may be for the best. However, the enemy gunner gets plenty of time to aim his rifle, [1+1] not that it helps him much. He doesn't seem to be very good at the whole "firearms" thing. I dunno, maybe he's a hand-to-hand expert. Don't let him board, guys.
[1] He is evenly matched by Kelly, who can't throw a bomb worth a damn. It detonates in the air between the Kite and the DN-3, for a given value of "between". The flying boat withstands the force of the explosion admirably. For all its shortcomings, it is tough.
A jagged metal shard embeds itself just below Kelly's collarbone. He grits his teeth and resists the pain.
All of this transpires in the course of several seconds, and then the Kite is distracted by Delia and Robert's sudden arrival.
Height: 20 m
Speed: 60 km/h
Fuel: 1 hr 20 mins
Ammo: 5 5kg, 2 10kgGunner #2:"Heads up - possible AAA on the shore and a Kite headed for the bomber!"
Head back around to engage the Kite.
Don't worry about those, we're far to low for them to target us. They're going after our airships.
Intercept the enemy fighter. Try not to blow up our friend.
[4 vs
3] Delia directs the plane to intercept, pointing it downward between the Kite and the escaping bomber, and manages to bring it comfortably into firing range before the two planes whip past.
[4][6] Robert gets the Kite after all: the stream of lead that he looses at it chews into its nose, where its inline engine is located. Something bursts and the whole front end of the Kite's fuselage catches on fire.
Its pilot shows quick thinking, veering to the side and landing it belly-first into the harbor's deep water. It sinks slowly, raising a great cloud of steam, but you can see two small figures swimming to shore, leaving shed boots and coats floating behind them.
Height: 40 m
Speed: 65 km/h
Fuel: 2 hrs 45 mins
Ammo: 5 and 1/2 magsShip:go into the cabin and change my clothes, as well as service my revolver. Then go eat some chow.
Wilkinson heads for the aviators' cabin after Charleston, catching a few questioning glances on the way due to his pants-free state. When he gets there, Charleston is already writing something in his journal, humming quietly to himself. Wilkinson shrugs, gets his spare uniform from the wardrobe, spends a few minutes cleaning his revolver, then leaves for the canteen.
It is a low-ceilinged, long room with two metal tables running from one end to the other. The tables and chairs are bolted to the floor. There's also a long metal counter on one end; there's a large and greasy red-and-white Drenni flag above the counter, along with the Gauntlet's motto, WITH MY LEFT HAND I HOLD THE SEAS. A stern-faced and portly cook is idling beneath it, and is quick to dispense a plate of fish soup with some dry bread when Wilkinson asks for it.
The soup is not bad - the fish is fresh. And the bread turns out to be edible if you dip it into the soup before trying to chew. All in all, it is satisfactory.
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