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View File TA-50 (SU-57) Banidos TA 50 (SU-57) This is a model of the prototype of the TA 50 (SU 57) created by AleDucat, the model is beta, this means that it has not been tested enough, it may have missing parts and some inconveniences, (none affects anything in the simulator) the installation method is the standard one, copy the contents of each folder into the corresponding folders in your simulator installation. The flight model is super unstable, this means that you can perform cobra, super cobra and rotate like a juggler's baton. if you press the vectoring key (as used on helicopters and harriers) the model will deploy the refueling zone and become more stable. For animation reasons, the cockpit is unfolded with the key to unfold the mooring hook. The center bays deploy automatically when firing a radar guidance missile. In order to engage and fire infrared missiles housed in the wing root wells, you must open them with the key that corresponds to the openings of common wells. the model is the prototype, remove the pitot t antennas that the working model does not bring from the ini files. I hope you enjoy. This folder contains a 3d model of the SU-57, a 3d model of the cockpit, a 3d model of the pilot's seat and optronic seeker, 3 skins with the corresponding decals, and several engine sound files. 3d model :AleDucat textures: Torno excuse my bad english this was translated with google translator. Submitter torno Submitted 03/09/2022 Category Other  

Version 4.6: Fixed missing pylon on loadout for the FA-18G (thanks to Svetlin) Added my take on the AIM-120D. Max range is 100 miles and the model and texture should be from Wingwiner and his AIM-120 model.

Thank you for correcting me.

9 March 2022. OBD is pleased to announce that our 'Recon Wars' add-on - a free expansion to BH&HII has now entered Beta test phase, so not too long to wait now! It will be released as a free update V1.21 We have updated the website with a large section in the News page, covering all the new exciting features for 2 Seater pilots. Please check out the News page for all the details, including how to use the new features.

Nice heli. But its a SA342M, not the SA 340. The 340 was the prototype of the Gazelle. mandantory screenshot:

Part of the Flight’s acceptance For the second Delivery of Kuwaiti ‎Eurofighter in Torino.

Thank you Albrecht a superb way to finish Runt and Monique’s saga! May Jean-Fidele live long and live to marry Therese! I’m enjoying his tale!

Sous Lieutenant Jean-Fidele Hierrot on leave, Part 4: February 29, 1916 "Look, Monique, I haven't been stationed up here very long but the stories are already getting around - it's a good thing nobody knows we're related." "Why do you think I care what anybody says about me?" "It's not that..." "Then what is it?" "Look, I know why you're doing what you're doing." "Oh, let me guess, because I like the attention. Because I like having a bunch of men chase after me." "No - no - " "I'll have you know, every gift any man in a uniform ever gave me, I sold off every single piece as soon as I could - " "I know - " " - so I could send the money to you. To your mother." "Monique - " " - so a little gratitude would go a long way right now, because I've had it up to here with all the judgment and the gossip!" "Monique." "What?" "I know." Jean-Fidele was trembling, holding back tears. "I know. You have the whole airfield saying horrible things about you, and it's because you've put yourself on the line for the family. What I'm saying is, you shouldn't have to. And you don't have to." "It's what anybody would do." "And you probably shouldn't." "But Jean, it's your mother." "I've seen her. She's stashed away in a wine cellar somewhere in Alphonse's pad in Le Havre." "Oui, I know she's staying with your godfather. But she can't stay there forever, and she'll have to pay for herself somewhere somehow. That's the way it's been ever since your brother signed up for the army! The money has to come from somewhere!" "Monique - if you keep sending her money, she's just going to drink it all away." Jean-Fidele's cousin was stunned. "...It's that bad, you say." "Yes. So you can stop picking up gifts and selling them off - I mean, unless you want to - " "Want? Ha!" " - and I also have to say, ever since that one time you made the money drop over at the airfield, the British airmen saw us together. One of their lieutenants, Theodore Andrews, has been giving me the evil eye ever since." Monique let out a sigh. "I've always felt so bad for him." "What do you mean?" "He deserved better. I couldn't keep seeing him, of course." "...because you couldn't use him like anybody else." "Of course not." "Maybe now's your chance to let him know." "I don't know. I don't think so. I hope so. It's hard to say - he's gotten so upset, and I can't blame him." "Well, you know what they say - time heals all wounds. Just give him a few days, maybe a week or two, try talking some Latin at him. I'm sure he'll understand." "Of course. I'll just wait. Hopefully his Latin has gotten better." "That's the spirit!"

Sous Lieutenant Jean-Fidele Hierrot on leave, part 3: late February 1916 "Petit Sous! So good to see you!" Aldric had always been a more introverted fellow, but exuded a soft, natural warmth in the company of his not-so-old war buddy. "Thank you, Aldric. It feels like a lifetime ago." "Does it? I wouldn't know. Ha, each day just feels like the same - one day after the other." "I mean, same here. But one day after the other has a way of changing you." Aldric shared how his duties with Escadrille C.4 were about to expand: how he and his pilot soon will be able to carry out proper reconnaissance and artillery spotting missions to gather intel and preserve the data via notes, photography or radio telegraphy; how air drops too have been implemented and at times he has to drop his intel off at HQ in a weighted bag at 100m or lower - which, needless to say, can be a harrowing experience for even seasoned pilots given the ever present flak and MG fire around the front lines. "Now we're fighting recon wars!" Later on, as Aldric was showing Jean-Fidele the Caudron two-seater in which he presently served as an observer, Aldric asked "So how about you? What's life like up in Dunkirk?" Jean-Fidele spilled out everything going on with his mother, his godfather, with Therese..."I look back at everything I knew before the war, and you know what? There's nothing left for me there." "I know what you mean." Jean-Fidele knew immediately what Aldric was talking about - his hometown was in Douai, presently occupied by Les Boches. "I guess we're all we have." "God help us, Petit Sous." "Listen, Aldric, there's one thing I need to ask of you." "Oh?" "I have a letter I wrote a few days ago, and I don't know what to do with it. I don't know if I ever will. I want you to have it." "For me?" "For you to decide what to do with. When something - if something happens to me, I want you to decide what to do with this letter." Jean-Fidele handed a full envelope to Aldric. It was addressed to Therese. *** Jean-Fidele's last few days on leave were spent back in the Dunkirk region, not too far from his squadron's airfield at St. Pol-sur-Mer. His uncle and his aunt (his mother's sister) still ran a charming coffee shop, Le P'tit Dupont, and he had to drop by to tend to some unfinished business with his cousin Monique. TO BE CONTINUED

Glad to see I could spread the awareness of the game around. I need to update the thread. Things like the prototype random mission generator have come out since I last posted.

Jean-Fidele Hierrot On Leave, Part 2: Late January/Early February 1916 Jean-Fidele made his way from Le Havre to nearby Rouen to see one other person he'd intended to visit: Therese Sovremonte. Another long-time friend of the Hierrot family from their pre-war Parisian days, she was currently working as a nurse at one of the many military hospitals in the area. Their first meeting was purely pragmatic. They'd originally arranged to meet outside the hospital a couple days later after Therese's shift, but Jean-Fidele's sudden change of plans had him on site three days early. He'd set foot on the premises and was looking around for his friend until he caught her by surprise in a hallway. "Jean! What are you doing here? Did I get the time wrong? I thought we weren't going to meet for a few more hours! I am so sorry!" "No no no, it's not like that, you didn't forget anything. I'm just a bit...uh...you know, change of plans." "Is everything alright?" "Better question: is anything alright?" "What's going on?" "Listen: I can tell you more later. But for right now, I need a place to stay. You know anybody? You know anybody who knows anybody?" "I'll see what I can do..." By the end of the day, Jean-Fidele had gotten set up in a room with Therese's cousin Victor, a taciturn factory foreman. Therese herself stopped by in the evening after her shift, at which point Jean-Fidele revealed all. "The way things are going, she's going to drink herself to death." "And it sounds like Alphonse's motives are a bit on the impure side." "Oh, I don't even care about all that. They can do as they like. You know, two days ago, before I knew how she was doing, I think I would have actually been happy about it. But just...she's not well, and I can't tell if he even cares. And he blows up at me for asking." *** As a pair, Therese and Jean-Fidele became a common sight around town; these couple weeks were the closest thing to normalcy that Jean-Fidele had experienced since the start of the war. Inside a local cafe, a visibly nervous Therese brought forth a question that she wanted to pose as innocently as possible. "You know, Jean, I could ask my parents about letting you stay with us for a time - I know it's a lot of back-and-forth from here back to Victor's." Jean-Fidele was tempted. "I mean, I'd love that..." "Great! I can talk to them later today, and we can make some space for you - if nothing else, at least we have a couch..." "No, Therese, no no no." "What do you mean?" "I'm about to leave town." "But I thought you had until the end of the month." "I do, but I have somebody I need to see." "And who might that be?" "It's not like that. You see, I'd promised my old flightmate Aldric that I'd come see him again if I ever got the chance. He was my observer back at the start of it all, took me under his wing. He's the closest I have to a brother anymore." A momentary flash of jealousy in Therese's eyes softened into sympathy. "I understand. Jean, it's good of you to do that, to go see him. It's not a problem. Maybe you can stay with us next time you're on leave?" Jean-Fidele took a deep breath. The next few sentences would be some of the most important in his life. "I can't have you do that, Therese." "But I want to!" "Wanting isn't everything." "Jean - I thought - " "Listen. I don't expect to come out of this alive. I can't promise you I'll ever come back, and I can't have you waiting for me in the meantime." "I'm stronger than you think, Jean. Just give me the chance. I'll do that for you. That's what people do when they love each other." Jean-Fidele was silent. "...Right?" "Therese..." "Yes, Jean?" "I don't love you." Jean-Fidele went over that moment over and over again over the next 24 hours, on the way to the Pierrefonds airfield. He felt bad about lying to Therese, but in his mind, he had to do it. He wasn't going to be like his godfather Alphonse, taking advantage of his loved one's weakness with childish apathy. He wasn't going to have Therese holding on to a ghost in the making. TO BE CONTINUED

Sous Lieutenant Jean-Fidele Hierrot: on leave, part 1 (late January 1916) Jean-Fidele took the train to Le Havre, with his Oncle Alphonse picking him up from the station late that night. A relatively successful businessman, Alphonse had long owned multiple properties in France and Algiers, and fled here to the coast to get away from the frontlines. Jean-Fidele was able to find Alphonse by following the sound of a very eager "Well hello there, my boy!" bellowing out from an Hispano-Suiza 15T Alfonso XIII - Alphonse was very quick to hop on the automotive bandwagon - and sure enough, there was Alphonse Gellée in all his stout, dapper, gregarious glory, waving from the driver's seat. "You know, you could probably sell that thing right now for enough money to last most people through the decade, right?" Alphonse just laughed. "Oh, mon fils, the war has made you turn rather austere now, hasn't it?" "I mean, maybe, but don't you think...this thing, out in the middle of the night...it's a bit much, no?" "Indeed, it's far too much! That's the point!" "It feels like we're asking to get robbed or something." "You go up in the sky every day to face men with guns, and you want to talk to me about living dangerously? Jean-Fidele, I'll have you remember my grand-mère and her family were all born in slavery - they could not have nice things or enjoy the good life. So the responsibility of the good life must fall upon me - and now, I shall share that burden with you." "How noble." *** Alphonse's home looked like the sort of building that was better suited to serve as a pub or tavern or even a library, sprawled out along the edge of Le Havre's city center. A grove of trees faced the windows on one side, a far cry from the site of military hospitals facing the other. Jean-Fidele was less concerned with Oncle Alphonse's house, though, and more concerned with what was inside it: his mother, whom Alphonse had taken on as a guest shortly after Jean-Fidele joined L'Aéronautique Militaire last summer. As a long-time friend of the Hierrot family - even business partners with Jean-Fidele's father back in Algiers - Alphonse extended a gracious invitation for Adélaïde to have a little buffer away from the frontline herself. The woman Jean-Fidele discovered in Alphonse's guest room was but a ghost of the mother he left behind to enlist. There were bottles strewn on the window sill, on the floor, along the headboard of the bed - some with some wine still sitting in side, most not. Jean-Fidele found his mother sitting in a rocking chair nursing a full glass in one hand, with a newspaper in the other; she looked as though she had aged several years in the past six or seven months. Petit Sous tried to get her attention, only to realize she had fallen asleep that way. *** Early the next morning, Jean-Fidele confronted Alphonse. "Oncle?" "Yes, Jean-Fidele?" "How long has mother been like this?" "Like what? How do you mean?" "Like what? Are you serious? Like what? Aren't you paying even the slightest bit of attention?" "Jean-Fidele Alphonse Hierrot, I will not tolerate having you address me in such a manner! And you certainly shouldn't talk about your mother that way!" "She's not well, and you know it." "She's a woman who's been through a lot, who's lost a lot - she just needs a little fun, a little drink to cope with it all..." "If she'd been like this back in Algiers, we never would have made a single franc because she would have drunk up the entire vineyard herself - " Jean-Fidele paused mid-sentence, realizing the significance of Alphonse's choice of words: "a little fun..." "Never mind. I see how it is. Well, you two have your fun, I guess, and I hope nobody gets hurt." "Jean-Fidele, mons fils, who are you to deliver such a self-righteous lecture to me under my roof?" "Nobody." On that note, Jean-Fidele walked out into the street, leaving Oncle Alphonse behind. TO BE CONTINUED

ODS Iraq Mig-21 first day at Gulf ware 1990

Small correction: not under wing but fuselage bomb pylons on An-26.

ODS The BAE Systems Hawk

Night Operations

The flight of the "Ferris" !

Hope 2023 will be a better year for Ukraine.

Updated to 4.3 - Fixed fuel values so they reflect real life values

Gunner, HEAT, PC now has a Steam page. https://store.steampowered.com/app/1705180/Gunner_HEAT_PC/