JonathanRL

Cheer, you people, because Cadetebra is no longer a whelp, as he has reached the respectable age of 19 ! Congratulations my friend, and may much fly by your hand! Here, have some cake:

It usually helps to include some information about the item you are requesting.

Is... that.... Two-Six-Two.... flying? If I where you, I would have begged on my knees to sit in the cockpit :D

http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/HMS_Spica_%28T121%29 When you have the time, my Swordwielding friend. When you have the time :)

Yes, he is getting older. Alot older *grins*

Most plots are. It all lies in the execution.

If you are a student, you can get it right now; student edition (aka giving it away). http://students.autodesk.com/ Studio Max 2009 is however needed for the Exporter, but I am sure some people here can assist with that.

The Campaign Engine would handle that with as many Recon Flights as you could do without puking.

In all likelyhood, SF2: NA patched the game for you. If so, you need to reinstall the mods.

I rather not check anything I cannot freely share with somebody else. Sharing is Caring.

The main problem is that Dept of Honours war was supposed to be low-intensive. It was pretty much only ships and aircraft firing on eachother. Without Ground Forces, declaring a Victor is rather difficult, even tough I do like the idea.

That looks absolutly stunning. I know now who I will ask to make a Saab 17/18 someday :D

So, that is why no templates was released? While I like the fact that the Tomcat gets more love, I can think of stuff I rather have TK work on.

This is absolutly not an issue at all. I run TSF with as few as three attacking regiments at the same time. I simply make them more plentiful. Depending on the year in question: Su 9/11 "Fishpot" - Early Missile Interceptor MiG 9 Yak 9U "Frank" - Late 40s Prop, used by WP Nations until 55 at least, prob held in storage. Soviets liked holding stuff in storage... Yak 25 Flashlight - Interceptor Tu 4 Bull - Heavy Bomber, B-29 Clone Amongst others. My personal ratio is 3 Reds for every 2 Blue. Just remember that time and dates also needs to be timed with the number of missions available. To adjust this, Maxmission command and mission ratio commands needs some experimenting with.

Heh, I knew. They are a flyable squadron in Il-2: 1946 ;-). Great addon at any rate. Hope we get to see more like this !

"When the Call "VAMPIRE VAMPIRE" came, none of us expected it to be so literal...."

Take care of your old man, Dave. We are only issued one !

[A/N: If you want the SK 16 for yourself, you can find it enclosed: Swedish Trainer.7z ] Ljungbyhed, Southern Sweden. 1th of October, 1964 We already had two accidents with the Jets so far. The first one just lost us the aircraft and the trainee, a lad from Stockholm named Hans was crying openly in his bunk that night. He was sure he would be chucked out. His instructor however seemed to speak in favour of him, because he was not chucked out. Not even reprimanded. At the beginning of the course, this would probably have been subject to many harsh comments or jeers, but we are a smaller group now, more sure of each other, and united in a dedication to become pilots in the Air Force. The Second one was a ill omen for all of us. A lad on his first Solo in the J 28B crashed on takeoff and was sent home with a medical discharge. In time, he will be alight, but he will never be able to fly a plane again. Lars is keeping getting into trouble. Half of us wonders how he actually manages to stay here at all. He seems to have a nack for annoying the people in charge, and that is not really a good sign. More then once, Captain Johansson had to pull his neck collar to try and straighten him out. I wonder if he will be the next one to disappear. So, now it was my turn. I knew my cockpit. I knew the Airplane. I knew what I should think of, the differences between 28C and 28B. My first solo in a Jet Fighter. Mission: Take-off, go to Waypoint 1, 2 and 3, then land. Mission Role: Solo Pilot The waiting was the worst thing. It was before my first solo in the SK 16 as well, but the J 28B is a Jet Fighter. It is not designed to be easy to fly, it is designed to be a lean, mean machine of war. We already had the basics between Jet flight and Prop, and now we was to put them to the test. Gently, I pushed the throttle forward and my Aircraft started moving forward across the runway. It was a great feeling, a feeling of power. This was the aircraft that helped turn the tide on the Soviets in Finland back in ´56 and now it was under my complete command. Adding merely a slow pull on the joystick, I allowed the aircraft to gracefully lift of the ground and almost at once raised my landing gear. It almost cannot be described, the feeling to have such a powerful machine at your literal fingertips. I could not resist, raising my nose slightly more, I made a roll, only to be rewarded with Johanssons sour comment that I was an Air Force Pilot, not a member of the flying circus. It was the first time he had called any of us an Air Force Pilot. I felt invincible. I almost wished the Soviets would send a MiG my way, I was sure I could handle it. The feeling of joy, of power, of taming the Jet on my first solo was overwhelming. I had to force myself back to the reality and focus on where my waypoints where. It was no good if I let the euphoria of flying fill me so I missed what I was actually supposed to do. Carefully remembering what the Captain had said, I made sure my manoeuvres was as graceful as possible and high above Sweden I soared. The flight ended way too soon for my taste. I reached Waypoint 3 and had to put the aircraft back onto the ground. The landing went almost perfect, only a gust of wind to disturb me on the last 100 meters. When the aircraft had landed and the cockpit opened, I put my fist into the air in jubilation. The Captain stood below the Aircraft, smiling up at me. "Can I go again?" was the first thing that blurted out of me. He climbed up to the cockpit and checked my fuel gage, then nodded.

Looks great! Denmark taking a more active stance in the defence of Greenland then? :D

The way I see it, the best way would be to use a weapon, kinda like the douglas refueling pod. But then AI wont fire at the target, and hits will not be registred. The second way is to make it a part of the aircraft, but only making the target part of the tug able to take the hits. It would be fun to have at any rate :)

Is there anybody who have added target tugs to the game? Would be nice to have some old school shooting of targets and not trying to hit the tug itself. I suppose a weapon addon with a line to the target itself would be one way to do it, but my speciality is campaigns, so I do not really know how. Anybody having clues on how it can be done?

Hey lads. Let us just agree to disagree on this one. We are getting out of topic anyhow. I am sorry for bringing KAL up :) At any rate, Historic Wings asked me for some input on their story about The Catalina Affair and they have published two parts about it: http://fly.historicwings.com/2012/06/the-catalina-affair/ http://fly.historicwings.com/2012/06/the-catalina-affair-part-2-of-3/

I have actually seen no proof that KAL 007 was an intelligence trap. Rather, considering what secrets the US Military had to leak to prevent it happening again, I would say all Soviet got was badwill, and they already had much of that in the West. Also, I feel that the fact that the Aircraft was shot down - after visual contact no less - is the main catch of the story. You do not fire upon a unknown unless you know it will present a clear and present danger to you or anything around you.

Ljungbyhed, Southern Sweden. 5th of September, 1964 It has been a busy summer. All too little time spent on the beach, watching all the pretty girls around here and too much in classrooms. The month before our first solo was gruelling as hell, but the instructors wanted to make sure everybody was to pass. If they did not think you could pass it, they chucked you out. And chucked out people they did. I was sure I would be one of them for sure. My navigation skills was lacking, and during instructor flights I seemed to be a degree or two off course almost every time. There is a certain reluctance to get to know people, but it happens anyway. This is for the obvious reason that if you get a best mate, the bunk can be empty by the next day. I knew that at the beginning, my attitude would be kind but distant. This failed at the same time I met Lars Broman for the first time. He had just returned from AWOL and asked me to cover for him, something that one only did if you could be sure to get away with it. Sure enough, once he had left Kapten Johansson came with the Väbel. They asked me if they had seen Lars. I answered that indeed I had. They asked me if he had recently jumped over the fence, back into the base. Looking Johansson straight in the face, I answered rather truthfully that I had been looking away at the time and was unsure in what direction he had come from. A few hours later, I spotted Lars, drenched in sweat and glared at me, muttering curses under his breath at the Väbel. I grinned at him and asked if it was worth it. He grinned back and said that his lady friend would probably find it romantic that he endured punishment for her. It was good to have Lars as a friend. He was dead useful in tutoring my navigation skills, and especially counteracting for the wind during flight, something I had never gotten the hang on, despite different instructors attempts to explain the subject. So the time came for our first Solos, and we passed them with flying colours. I was nervous as hell. We was to make a shorter flight, along waypoints but I made it okey with just a few pointers from the flight teacher. Some others was not as lucky. We had two crashes with one fatality. This sobered the rest of us up for the risks we took when we went up in the air. A month after our first solo, and the little more tricky manoeuvres we was tough, our teachers declared we would actually get to do something more fun this exercise. As we had recently practised formation flight, most of was begging for more individual action. And that we got. We was to have Dogfight drills. Mission: Intercept "Enemy" and engage the enemy. Mission Role: Interceptor It was my view that no kill was worth the life of a wingman. . . . Pilots in my unit who lost wingmen on this basis were prohibited from leading a [section]. The were made to fly as wingman, instead. — Colonel Erich 'Bubi' Hartmann, GAF. It turned out we was not to be missing out on the formation practices after all. We would fly 2 vs 2, one wingman, and one Lead and I was somewhat disappointed to be the Wingman for this exercise. Lars would be Section Lead, as the Kapten felt the practice was more bound to actually happen if he navigated the flight. So we took off - routine by now - and headed towards the area where the "enemy would be". We flew around for quite a while, not finding them and we was worried they where not where they where supposed to be. But a few minutes later, two small dots was visible below us. Our target had arrived. Lars pulled his aircraft into a dive without warning me making us split the formation. I tried to follow, but I was already too far behind. He went in behind the opponents wingman and "shot" him down with simulated fire. However, the Leader broke and went after Lars who now had a bogey on his six. As Wingman, my role was to prevent just that. Over the radio, a familiar voice called out "Du är träffad, avbryt." (You are hit, Abort), and I suddenly realised the pilot in the aircraft was Captain Johansson! It seemed however that Lars was reluctant to accept the hit, as he kept manoeuvring, trying to shake the Captain off his tail. The Captain warned him again that he indeed was hit and was to return to base. With a word that is not fit for polite company, he broke off. I had however used this time well to time up my shot on the Captain. "Guns Guns Guns." I called over the radio making sure to push the gun cameras several time to make sure I had the kill recorded. "Not bad" the Captain replied, and ordered the three of us to form up on his wing and return back to the field. I was surprised. I had expected the fight to last longer, and yet it had barely lasted a minute. I asked the Captain about it, knowing he had flown in combat back in ´56. He replied that this was the average length of a dogfight, and that most of the targets would never know what hit them. This was not reassuring tough, and we flew back in silence. After Landing, Lars had to spend another night with the Väbel for not obeying orders and as Johanssen put it "unfit leadership." So I was put in his shoes as Wing Leader. I was not sure I would be able to preform any better in that capacity and I told the Captain so. He smiled and said that he now knew he made the right choice. Lars breaks to engage Confirmed Simulated Kill

There is a "Norway" map for SF1. The inverted commas are there because it looks absolutely nothing like Norway. I too would like a Norwegian Sea Map but good terrain makers are not easy to come by, and I there is a long list of requests.