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Folowwing thier long policy of having two suppliers for their fighter aircraft, the Israeli HQ followed with great interest the AZ development for South Africa, purchasing at least 36 of them and renaming F1 AZI for Israel, they fought very well in the Invasion of Lebanon as attack aircraft, but the agile F1 banged even some kills over syrian MiGs. thanks to Valastur for this great work, soon to be released!

Just uploaded the new Ukrainian Navy Bayraktar-TB2 model with a new 3 blade propeller and fixed the fast propeller model to have some depth to it. I will be making a new update to the first TB2 soon. Big thank you to compufat for the new texture and his suggestions.

I repeat it is a "What if" situation, and although I tend to agree with your statement about keeping it "historical" that surely is the point of making a "what if" scenario, the beauty of it is that it is pure conjecture and semi fantasy, it isn't supposed to be a 100% duplicate of the real world, I personally do not like the whole nuclear scenario in the work we are doing, however, Eagle wants it there, and its his brain child, I am just his own personal Devils Advocate. Also, to be fair, as I previously stated, the whole story is still in it's formative stages, and thus open to change, however, a little suspension of belief should be applied to any scenario, as it is a made up story in the first place, and as such, I see no reason why, for the sake of the story that is, that such a thing is not possible. From my perspective though, I would rather not have any Nuclear involvement, unless it was a sort of Quasi "Cuban Crisis " type of thing, but this remains to be seen. The fact remains this is a "Mirror" universe, and an alternative timeline, which whilst following the general flow of the historical period, is not actual fact, and therefore anything is possible. At the end of the day there are at least 4 countries in this whole storyline that do not actually exist in the first place, and those countries will exist in geographical areas that are actually "historically" real world countries, so, are then suggesting that those new countries cannot exist, as it isn't historical ? If so, we may as well bin the whole idea, and just play with the bog standard simulation.

I need to jump in and point out, that although DaddyAirplane's comment, and query, is, in the real world, a valid one, however, this is also a "what if" scenario, so some artistic license has been applied to the story. Therefore a little suspension of belief maybe required. Also this scenario is still in its formative stages, and Eagle and myself are at the moment a two man band. As we have both been working on this project, ( and it is a labour of love ) we have between us, discussed the general outline of where the story is going, so no doubt, by the time we finish this gargantuan task, I expect there will be a myriad of changes, adaptions, and unusual stuff. My hat is off to Eagle, as he has done all the brain work, putting this story together, I have been his voice of conscience sitting on his left shoulder, and reining in some of his more "enthusiastic" ideas, I am really happy working with him, as he is a bright, and clever individual, and he is always open to suggestions, and open discussion ( Even though I think sometimes he mis understands my sense of humour) We are far far away from completing this project, I am working away at the First Eagles stuff, so there is still some speculation on which bits of kit will be used post WWI, and also what aircraft may be built under license in SAAD, however, for the most part, I think we are in agreement about which aircraft is used by whom. The real work starts when we come to the terrains, ( we are using Palestine for First Eagles) and the actual campaigns. So please do not be over critical, and bear in mind that this IS a "wot if " kind of deal, with 3 or 4 totally new nations, plus Paran and Dhimar all thrown into a giant pot and cooked to perfection !! Watch this space, its gonna be a blast !!!

I think since a long time that the Mirage 2000C and 5F deserve a HD templates set (4096x4096). So I started to work on it. Here's the first pics of the project

I think this is a great idea, and a welcome addition to the SF/FE world. A workaround for the nuke issue could be that Zafir makes their own. They may buy Scuds from the Soviets or China, but what if they had access to uranium and scientists, built their own facilities and made their own warheads like North Korea or Iran?

The Story of Charles A. Fairclough: Part 4. March 27th - April 4th, 1916. No.10 Squadron R.F.C “...Three hours? Is that all?” Charles’ face was screwed into a frown as he meticulously scanned over his pilots’ logbook. Outside the window of his and O’Bannon’s room in the Chateau, the muted grey-browns, greens and yellows of France’s wintry countryside had been blanketed by a brilliant dazzling white. As it happened, O’Bannon’s half-drunken hope had become reality and the storm which had put an end to Number 10’s operations had persisted overnight…and had continued to persist for the past week, covering France in a sheet of crisp, deep-set snow. Today was much the same, and the haze of snowfall drifted gently down to earth, carrying with it promises of another flightless day. In truth, Charles had started to feel perfectly redundant. “Three hours what? What are you talking about?” O’Bannon asked from his seat at the small writing-desk in the corner of their room; a new addition, procured on a whim during a day-trip to Oblinghem (borne of sheer boredom) two days prior. “My logbook,” Charles explained. “In the two weeks since I arrived, I’ve only flown three hours ”. O’Bannon chuckled lightly. “Yes, you’ve done rather well for yourself. The chaps are all very jealous” he teased. Charles sighed deeply. “But that’s just it, you know!” he replied, failing to mask the frustration in his voice. “I rather feel like I’m not pulling my weight. And, if I’m being perfectly honest, I rather want to gain some experience in the air”. To this O’Bannon laughed a little harder, to Charles’ disdain. “My dear Charles,” he answered, “the war will still be here tomorrow! You’ll have ample opportunity to, as you say, ‘pull your weight’. But it’s not always advisable to be too keen, you know. Experience inherently requires danger, and the chaps who start out too bull-headed…well…” he drifted off, his smile fading into solemnity. “...anyway”. Charles was thinking of a retort when there was a sharp knock at the door, which swung open without awaiting a reply. It was Arnold Morecombe, adorned in the hideous green-and-orange patterned cardigan (another spoil of war from the day-raid into Oblinghem), which had been a great point of contention in the Anteroom upon its first appearance. “Hullo, Fairclough. Hullo, Kim”. “Kimball, if you please”. “I don’t. Listen, Kim, some of the chaps are planning on making the most of the dud weather by heading to the Vieux Moulin tonight. What do you say?”. O’Bannon let out an exasperated sigh. “I’ve been making the most of the weather for the past week. I’m bored to death of it. Besides, there’s absolutely nothing to do at the Moulin besides getting tight, and there are a million better things to do with my time”. “...So, you’re in?” Morecombe asked with a sly smirk. “Why not?” O’Bannon answered with a shrug. He turned to Charles. “Fancy it?”. “Yes, okay. It beats sitting in here frozen stiff all night”. Throughout the day, word spread of the planned incursion to Le Vieux Moulin, and by early evening it had become a whole squadron affair. The Moulin’s proprietor, Madame Bussiere, looked perfectly horrified at the wave of khaki that rolled in through the front door. Bravely she tried to put on a smile, twinging slightly as Hill, one of the Observers, knocked clumsily into one of the tables, sending its flower-vase smashing upon the floor. He yelled a quick “Désolé!” in Madame’s general direction and went back to the heated debate he had been having with Buckston (which Charles had vaguely gathered was something to do with horses and motorcycles). Having crowded into the centre of the Moulin, the pilots and observers quickly organised themselves around the establishment’s various tables, and Madame’s three young daughters set to work supplying the horde of airmen with wine by the bottle. As they came and went, several pairs of eyes lustfully followed them. The eldest of the three apparently enjoyed the attention, her mannerisms and interactions becoming increasingly provocative throughout the evening (despite Madame’s hushed scorn each time she returned to the bar to fetch another bottle), but the other two were the perfect picture of shyness and misery. Charles felt quite sorry for one of them who was red as a beet as she brought his table their fourth bottle of wine. Eventually, having had their fun and having caused slightly more damage to the Moulin’s furnishings than was reasonably permissible, the pilots poured back out into the ice-chill of the evening air. It was at that point that Charles realised he was completely Blotto. As if in answer to this revelation, his balance suddenly decided to abandon him and he was forced to cling to O’Bannon to prevent himself falling. “By god, you’re as tight as can be!” he exclaimed with a laugh. Charles also laughed, more at the absurdity of it all than anything else. Here he was, in the heart of France, only some seven miles from the frontline of history’s bloodiest war - and rather than flying and fighting as he’d expected, he’d spent the last week going on day-trips around French towns on various binges. He may as well be on holiday. Charles and O’Bannon’s laughter grew to drunken hysterics as the airmen of No.10 climbed back into the Bedford which had ferried them from the aerodrome, causing several of the men to look their way with confused grins. Eventually their laughter subsided, and O’Bannon began to sing merrily to himself. “...Tight last night, and tight the night before…” Several of the pilots quickly joined in. “...Going to be tight tonight, like we’ve never been tight before! When we’re tight, we’re happy as can be, For we are the airmen of 10 RFC!” Charles was roused the next morning against his will by the cry of “God! Just our bloody luck!” from the other side of the room. Squinting against the intense throb in his head, he looked over to see an apologetic batman standing beside the bed of an extremely irate O’Bannon, who was fumbling for his uniform with one hand while nursing his own headache with the other. “Whazzat?” Charles sleepily mumbled. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you” O’Bannon replied. “Bloody storm’s passed. I’ve got the damned dawn show. Can you believe it? God, my head. I was tight last night”. Charles had rolled over and gone back to sleep before O’Bannon was through the door, and mercifully he was afforded a few more precious hours before the batman returned to wake him at Ten O’Clock. “Sorry, sir” the batman said softly. ‘B’ Flight patrol. Off the ground in one hour”. Resigning himself to the inevitable headache, Charles reluctantly dragged himself out of bed and threw his uniform on, not bothering to button up his tunic. Slinging his flying coat and helmet under one arm, he made his way downstairs and into the mess, where he found Wood waiting for him. “g’Morning, sir” Charles muttered. Wood raised his eyebrows slightly, then glanced down at his wristwatch. “Yes, only just. God, Fairclough, you look dreadful”. “I got a little carried away last night”. “It’s an epidemic this morning, it seems. Nobody expected the weather to clear up. We’re ranging for artillery at Arras later”. “All of ‘B’ Flight?”. “Just us. Buckston and Hill didn’t come back from the long reconnaissance this morning. Most likely got lost again. Aspirin?”. “Please”. Wood produced a small pillbox from his breast pocket and threw it across to Charles. At the same time, Owen came into the mess. “So, who’s stupid idea was it to get blotto last night?” he asked with an air of pained annoyance. “Morning, sir. Morecombe’s idea originally, I believe”. Charles answered. Wood and Owen let out a Tch! in unison. After having breakfast (which he struggled to force down), Charles made his way with Owen, Wood and Brown (Wood’s Observer) to the aerodrome, upon which sat two B.E.2s, quietly awaiting their masters. A mechanic clad in blue overalls rushed over to meet them as they approached. “Engines are as good as frozen, ser. You’ll have to warm them up a fair bit before they’ll go right” he explained to Wood. “Thank you, Corporal. Any sign of Mr. Buckston yet?”. “Not yet, ser”. After half an hour of idling the engines, with several intermittent prop-swings required, the two B.E’s opened their throttles and climbed up into a cold so cutting and bitter that it made Charles hunch his shoulders up to his chin and tighten his muscles to stop himself shivering enough to allow for somewhat level flight. Ahead of him, Owen was similarly afflicted, crossing his arms and tucking his hands into the collar of his flying coat. By the time they had reached 4,000 feet Charles was perfectly miserable, and already longed for the warmth of the Anteroom’s fireplace. It would have struck him as amusing, given how bored and apathetic the prior week’s lack of flying had made him, were it not for his current discomfort. As Charles had now come to expect, the moment they reached the point which marked the edge of the Front, where the fertile farmland abruptly melded into blasted mud and chaos, a sudden Whoof, Whoof, Whoof announced the arrival of Archie. As per usual, its sudden appearance disturbed him slightly, although he noted that it didn’t intimidate him quite as it had on his first trip to the front. He suddenly spotted, a few miles ahead and above of him, another grouping of black smudges in the sky and, craning his eyes, saw a lone F.E.2 ‘pusher’ roughly 1,000 feet above, ambling stoically towards ‘Hunland’. The lumbering pusher’s presence comforted him as he watched it sail Eastward. It was then that it dawned on him: He’d perceived another aeroplane in the sky! Somehow, it felt like a great achievement to him, like he was finally ‘Getting his Eyes’, as he had been promised he would do by his colleagues several times over when he’d confided the unhappiness of his inexperience to them during the storm. He allowed himself to relish in this accomplishment for a moment - he’d tell Owen about it when they landed - but then he reverted his attention to the task at hand. He followed Wood’s Quirk as they crept diagonally South-East across the Front, towards Arras. As they overflew the Bosche trenches, Archie’s voice suddenly elevated into a frantic crescendo. If Charles had thought before that he’d gotten over its terrors, such hopeful thinking was now obliterated as the sky around him seemed to be swallowed by the torrent of black ink blots that formed around him. It took all the nerve he had to sit still as Owen tapped away on the Radio Transmitter, periodically gazing over the side of the cockpit to watch the fall of the artillery’s shot. After what seemed like an eternity, Owen signalled that it was time to leave, and the two Quirks swung Westwards. Back on the aerodrome, Charles inspected the several gashes that had been left in his B.E’s fabric by the archie. “Deary me, ser”, the mechanic beside him said after letting out a long, exaggerated whistle. “You’ve been fair lucky today. Looks like Archie had yer number proper-like”. Charles wondered how the pilots of No. 10 Squadron had coped with such a vicious onslaught each day for weeks, or even months, on end - but, as he found out when Wood approached him after de-planing, they hadn’t. “I’ve never seen Archie so accurate,” Wood exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Took a chunk right out of one of my inboard struts!”. After a moment more of assessing the damage to their machines, the two pilots made for B-Flight office in the Chateau to make their reports. “Any word on Buckston yet, Holloway?” Wood asked a short, slightly overweight Sergeant, sat behind a desk piled high with assorted untidy stacks of paperwork. “Not yet, sir,” Sergeant Holloway answered. “Not even a phone call?” Wood asked annoyedly. “No, sir. Nothing” Holloway replied. “Damn him, where the hell’s he gone?” Wood muttered. It seemed an exception to the rule of ‘Talking Shop’ was made that afternoon in the Anteroom, as each pilot seemed to have his own tale about Archie’s ferocity. Several pilots speculated that a new unit had moved into the sector. Several others speculated that they’d simply brought up more guns. The more hopeful pilots and observers chalked it up to Archie just having a particularly lucky day. At around Three O’Clock, Buckston’s absence began to become conspicuous, and several times Wood returned to his office to see if any word had been received. The day drew longer, and the pilots became more anxious. There was a solemnity and morbidity palpably in the air when they retired to the mess for dinner. Rogers checked his wristwatch. “...Quarter past Five” he said quietly. Silence befell the mess for a moment. “Well, I guess that’s that”. O’Bannon’s gaze dropped downward. “Poor old Buckston,” he muttered.

Thank you! My IQ is not that high, I am just like you and everyone here. I still appreciate your big support! I will continue to do my best with the project. You are awesome too! Cheers!

Hey Eagle!!! Man, you´re a machine!!! What a job! Your QI must be the highest I know!!! Keep´n doing!

ok, couple of nit picks here why did Zafir "invade" Israel? they are pretty far away unless Israel is in a different location in your world second, who gave Zafir a tactical nuclear warhead? by 1975, the US and USSR would be firmly against such activity. France and the UK would have no interest, and China and Israel would have too few to gift any. chemical warheads would be more realistic, and able to be created within Zafir changing these probably changes quite abit of the rest of the timeline

View File Ukrainian Navy Bayraktar - TB2 Hello, and thank you for downloading my work. https://gkabs.net https://gulfknights.net What's included: Bayraktar TB2 is a Turkish medium-altitude long-endurance (MALE) unmanned combat aerial vehicle (UCAV) Ukrainian Navy Bayraktar - TB2 model. All my files should include the Strike Fighters 2 Series game file, (.old) and the texture required. (tested and work only for SF2) Installation: Copy files to their proper folder If you need any further help, please read the Knowledge Base at: https://combatace.com/forums/forum/268-thirdwire-strike-fighters-2-series-knowledge-base/ Version 1.0.3 Improve the FM and removed VTOl from the hud display. Thanks to Coupi. Version 1.0.2 Updated the data file thanks to yakarov79's help in showing me how to fix it. now the camera and the laser are working searching around for targets. 1.0.0 LICENSE: You are allowed to, use this model and everything included with it for personal non-profit use for Strike Fighters 1 and 2. For use outside of this scope, you need to contact me for permission. gkabs@gkabs.net Credit goes to the following: Third Wire for making this outstanding game. Coupi for his early trying to work on the model and testing and for making the promo screenshots compufat for working on all textures for the TB2 (except the Turkish one) and for making the decals and testing the model. guuruu for making the all FM files, also for making the UMTAS Missile and Rail, and for reworking the UVW for the two missiles MAM-C and L. Thank you so much for all the time spent making this model come to life. Zurawski for using his outstanding MQ-10A Kodiak cockpit Credit goes to https://www.textures.com as I use a lot of their photos to create the skins. Google for some photos and information. And finally not to forget the wonderful site of https://combatace.com and all the nice members and their dedicated support for this game. Software used: 3d Max 2009 UVLayout v2 Pro Substance Painter Adobe Photoshop If you need any assistance, please contact me at gkabs@gkabs.net Submitter GKABS Submitted 04/05/2022 Category Other  

Dassault Mirage F-1EAZ, Ala 11, 111th Squadron, 1975

The M992A2 has been uploaded have fun.

Progressing very slowly, until I fully regain my health...

Update for today:

Hell YAH! Outstanding Sundowner!

Lockheed Martin A-4AR Fightinghawk - 2nd Escuadrilla, Comando de la Aviación Naval Argentina, 1999

The wholly unintended and unplanned detour that is the F-5E project continues. I decided to make a very modest upgrade to the cockpit to make it feel more like flying a current standard stock aircraft, so I cut-n-pasted some SF2 era instruments and baked some new materials... There is a lot one could do with it still but considering that Sophocles F-5A cockpit seems to be more or less done I don't feel like duplicating work. Anyway, some WIP images below of the cockpit and also the Tiger with smaller LERXs.