Night Witches

Posted on Thu Jan 16th, 2020 @ 10:36pm by

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: Holodeck, 1942 Russia Airfield
832 words - 1.7 OF Standard Post Measure

Jessica checked the airstrip again. In this holonovel, she was Major Alice Chandler, British SAS, and she was one of several advisers sent by the UK to stabilize the Eastern front.

Milla stood in formation, well, Senior Lieutenant Sonya Kovalenko did. She felt a little silly wearing the long red wig, but they wanted to do this right, so her closely buzzed head just wouldn't do, plus it was colder than hell in here...

"Did anyone tell you it is goddamned cold in this country?" The Major noted. "Let me introduce myself. I'm SAS Major Alice Chandler. First, you are going to hear a few details about myself. When the Nazis attacked my country. I did my patriotic duty for England, I signed up." She noted. "But they said they did not need women in the Army, nor the Air Force, or the damned Royal Navy. But the SAS took me, and here I am." Jess noted and smirked. "So, you have the patriot no one wants."

Milla, Sonya, laughed along with the other pilots, but maintained her silence, it wouldn't do to speak while the Major was doing so.

"So I've been going over these planes, and while many would watch their opinions on them in front of the Commisar, I can speak freely. These things look like the sorriest pieces of junk I've ever seen, but bear with me. Problem number one; Enemy Fighters. The maximum speed of these bombers, are the same as the stall speed of many Nazi frontline interceptors. They build them with fast, turbocharged engines to catch up to the fastest fighter. They will stall trying to shoot you down, so we can fly at low altitudes. Now problem number two; While our bombers can't be shot down effectively, the engines will wake up the base flack defenses and searchlights up. So we have another advantage unique to these very planes. We can throttle down to zero at a swoop angle." Jess noted. "We take a night-bombing pattern, throttle down. Swoop in, and light their logistics bases up, and they won't know what hit them until they arrive in hell. We hit them right, they will never get their flak batteries up in time to take us out. Then we bug out. Now these bombers are maneuverable, when we drop our payloads, we'll be out of there like a leaf on the wind." Alice noted. "This assignment is vital, it's strategic value is so large it will take years off this war, we'll be able to turn the eastern front around. And a stabilized eastern front means that your allies will be able to land in France sooner." She noted. "But I have good news for you." She grinned. "The Nazi's ally, Japan made the mistake last month of attacking the American fleet. America is so furious, every young eighteen year old lad is crowded at enlistment booths." Chandler noted. "So the SAS told me to advise your squadron on strategy and tactics. I've decided I'm going to advise the Nazis on the correct way to kiss their a**es goodbye. My CO would kick my a**, but my CO isn't here." She noted. "Any questions?"

"Comrade Major," Milla asked in the proper Soviet vernacular, "what is the target?"

"At ease. London decrypted orders for a supply post to be set up fifty miles outside of Kharkov. It contains fuel for the Wehrmacht. And fuel is needed for their favorite tactic. Blitzkrieg and encirclement." Chandler brought out a map. "The thirteenth division of Army Group South. Hitler has ordered a mad-dash towards the oilfields near Stalingrad. They will reach the city." Chandler pointed out their maneuvers on a map. "But the more they push, the more they lose. Blitzkrieg requires a lot of fuel to be effective, and when they win little, they lose big."

"Then we're to blow this up, da?" Sonya nodded, taking in the map's information as she did.

"Exactly." Alice noted. "That's what we're going to do, fly by night, take out logistics, and suddenly we'll get the end of this war from 1954 like their projecting to somewhere around summer of 47. Which is damn better than what Zhukov's intelligence predicts. Step one foot forward." She ordered.

Milla did as commanded, though she was a forceful alpha type herself, she loved it when Jessica took charge.

"Congratulations, you just volunteered to fly under crazy ol Major Chandler to drop bombs in old Bi-planes in the middle of the night. Be proud. We don't ever do things because of one woman's insanity, but our collective madness.." Chandler grinned as they laughed.

"To collective insanity." Milla joked, then added, "Major."

"Good, get something to eat and get to bed before fourteen hundred. You are going to need it."

"Da, comrade Major." Milla replied, playing her part to the hilt, though she was not going to miss the wig when the game ended.

TBC

OOC: Good to post or are we waiting for something?