British Mission 3A - Binky's Boys Blast Boche Bunkers

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Narrative

Synopsis

• Biffo and Gunther give each other a good dusting.
• Walton blasts the trench line.
• Heinrich shoots down Walton.
• Binky shoots down Heinrich.
• Binky blasts the trench line to complete the mission.

Mein Gott der Engerlander schweinhunden! Zey ver attackink mit zer high SE5s und ve just are havink der vun decent plane mit der Albertros shittenshiften! Mein Kamerad Heinrich un ich ver pullink der stich into zer gutz to get uppen highen ven der Englander pushen der sticken downen und fly mit der shootenstraffen! Ich bin ein topgun und senden der schwein spinninghoffen und zen knocken spotz offen ein uzzer Englander, but ach! I hafen der stickentailen und getten cloudstuckenbuggeren mit der Albertros hollenfillen. I singing der von Manilowen songs mit der Lola showgirlen und der beer rainen spittenshoweren. Zen I leaf der cloud mit und zee der Englander straffen der Heer von der mudd und ich pushensticken und knocken zwei spotz offen der schwein und den I offenpissen.

Gunther Runhoff

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,

And what strength I have's mine own,

"Righty-Ho Chaps!"

Cpt. Binky Hetherington called the briefing to order.

"The Brass Hats have, in their inestimable wisdom, decided, low cloud not withstsnding, that the Hun trenches need stirring up and that we're the blighters to do the stirring." Binky paused to allow the groans and actionable remarks concerning Major Cleveland-Suede's parentage and sexual proclivities to subside.

"So, I'll take the SE5s and, if Lieutenants Barrington-Smythe and Tempest would care to accompany me, we'll get this bally piece of unpleasantness over with, hopefully whilst Fritz is still tucking into his breakfast bratwurst!"

Binky tried to make light of it but this was one mission he'd been dreading, not because of it's risky nature or even the adverse weather that might make strafing the Hun lines even hairier but because of the dent to the Squadron's morale that had been dealt out by the loss of Ted and "Stinker" the day before.

"With luck we'll catch them flatfooted, buzz in, shoot up the trenchline and be back here toot sweet. But if any Boche are stooging around I want them driven off before we start any low-level stunting, clear?"

Biffo and Tempest nodded their assent.

Forty minutes later and Binky groaned as he spotted two Hun crates lurking around the trenchline, he waggled his wings and swung right as Biffo and Walton Tempest sped toward the enemy planes. Within seconds, it seemed, the fight was joined and as Binky looked for position on one of the Boche he could see Barrington-Smythe's SE5 taking but also giving some fearful damage whilst the Hun took the chance to duck into some cloud.

Hetherington saw an opportunity and made a strafing pass over the German trenches, cursing at the tiny figures swinging their guns in his direction. "Abby" juddered briefly as some HMG fire rattled her and Binky cursed aloud as he saw that a bullet had smashed the firing block of his Lewis gun.

Tempest, meanwhile, had managed to extricate himself and line up for a strafing run. Binky suddenly became aware that he was screaming to Walton to keep his eyes on the Fokker DVII that was now pursuing Biffo's wounded kite. Too late. It seemed as if Tempest wasn't even aware of the enemy plane before his aircraft erupted into a flaming mass of debris raining onto the Hun trenches.

Binky saw red, his Border Reiver ancestry rushed to the fore and the thought of revenge for Tempest, for Ted, for Harry Tosis and all the other brave lads blotted all else from his consciousness. He swang "Abby" toward the DVII, jinking and weaving with every ounce of skill, the blood pounding, 'til, suddenly, unexpectedly, the Hun sat before him and he laughed to the accompaniment of the Vickers' vicious rattle as his burst struck home across the enemy's fuselage. Binky clearly saw the enemy flyer slump forward as, almost gracefully, his craft flipped into a spiralling farewell.

With cold precision Binky Hetherington made a final pass over the trenchline Vickers' blazing and, oblivious to the whining groundfire, headed for base.

British

Name	Rank	Player	Normal aircraft	Type	Skills	Kills
Binky Hetherington	Captain	Toby	Abby	SE5a	Manoeuvre
Walton Tempest	Lieutenant	Oliver	Barbara	SE5a	Die Roll Add
Biffo Barrington-Smythe	Lieutenant	Mike	Charity	SE5a	Die Roll Add

Prestige:+50 (successful mission) + 20 (shooting down 1-seater) + 3 (each trench straffed): total = 73.

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German

Name	Rank	Player	Normal aircraft	Type	Skills	Kills
Heinrich Mannover	Oberleutnant	Richard	Brunhilda	DVII
Gunter Runhoff	Leutnant	Jef	Emma	DVa

Trenches, one light archie.

Prestige: +20 (shooting down 1-seater): total = 20.

Individual skills added to squadron page.