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John Howling Mosquito

Started by cthulhu77, July 16, 2006, 03:54:58 PM

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NARSES2

Now thats a nice looking Mossie
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Davey B

W O A H ! ! ! ! !  :o

Now THAT'S impressive!   :wub:  :wub:  (although I'm with Neil -- where be the backstory, matey?)

Dave  :ar:  :cheers:  :ar:  

cthulhu77

Thanks all...there really isn't much to write a backstory about !  Sir John H. Mouse's idea to do a speed build was what got me going, so, of course, it will have to be called the Howling Mosquito...hey, wait a minute...give me a few hours, perhaps there's a story in there...hmmm.
  glad you all like it as much as I do. Kind of funny how a short build can sometimes be one of the better.  
          greg

cthulhu77

Above the Danish Straits; 19:30; April 1953

 Colonel Johan Ylandmus pulled out of the tight turn, narrowly missing the outcropping of the rocky fiord below.
 "Christ!" yelled his radio intercept officer,  Major Thom, "Could you have gotten any closer? I don't think I quite saw the milkmaid's teats!"
  The wooden airframe of the J30 shuddered around them as they gained altitude...the converted English Mosquito was fast, but almost too light...every time they landed, Johan thought he was going to have to see a dentist again, as his teeth clacked together.
  They were on a routine patrol of their country's boundary waters, the verdamnt Russians had been dragging nets again here, and even a few whalers had shown up recently to join in the fun, killing the large mammals and painting the coastal waters red with the blood.  He'd never eaten whale meat, though his wife had...but what can you expect from girl who like to garden wearing nothing but a set of short galoshes?  The first time the new pastor had come around to say hello and have a cup of coffee was quite something...the reverend still couldn't look at her without blushing.
  "I'm picking up a fuzzy signal at 230," Thom mumbled, barely overheard against the roar of the twin engines.  "It looks like a large trawler...hmmm, or maybe..."

 Boom! A huge plume of flame and smoke exploded just off the port wing, and the shock of the explosion buffeted the light plane, knocking the two pilots against their seats.

  Two more puffs of flack appeared off of the starboard as Johan yanked the stick, veering the plywood aircraft around in a hard turn.  "Open the bay doors now!" he shouted, and at the same time he lifted the trigger guard , lightly pressing on the heavy red switch.  There was a whirring sound as the rear bomb bay doors opened, exposing a rack of depth charges.  Thom held his head into the sight, right hand on a set of levers twitching with anger and fright.
  Just below them, and approaching fast as they screamed headlong towards the enemy ship, more flickers of light showed, and the flack burst around them, but they did not vary their course at all.  Descendants of Vikings, like hell they were going to let some vodka swilling caviar munching smelly Russians get the best of them!
  The thumb descended on the trigger, and the huge 57mm Molins gun roared in fury, spitting out a huge gout of fire with each burst, rounds streaking towards the gunship below, first blasting huge phosphorescent plumes into the ocean, then hitting the main magazine of the vessel.  One explosion, then another, rocked the craft as sailors jumped to the freezing water below...the only choices were death by fire, or death by hypothermia and drowning.  Two times the RIO pulled the key levers, and depth charges fell out of the bomb bay, sealing the fate of the crippled ship, as they exploded not three meters below the keel, breaking the back of the doomed aggressor.
  The J30 roared up skyward again, back where it belonged...protecting the night.

Shasper

Maybe you should teach Eng. 101  ;)  :P


Shas B)
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- Bud S.

cthulhu77

If you made that "Pulp 101", then maybe...

John Howling Mouse

Well, uh, yeah, that's a real nice, er, "quick build" ya got there, Greg...

HOLY FARGIN' LONG-HAIRED SCHNARKIES, MAN!!!!

Aiyeeee, I am beside myself with a twisted, happy sense of total envy.

Man alive!

:wub:  :wub:  :wub:  
Styrene in my blood and an impressive void in my cranium.

Eddie M.

And a writer as well. You had me totally immersed in the story and you STOPPED!  ;)  :lol: Finish the story like Stephen King did the original series of The Green Mile, in installments. Outstanding pen to paper skills Greg!
   Eddie
Look behind you!

cthulhu77

There are plans to have a long running story that begins in 1947 (the ill fated expedition) and ends with the North Korean conflict (that old fractal F-23) up on my main website...we shall see, speculation has been positive so far, but make no mistake, our Ace Night Fighter, Johan Ylandmus, makes many appearances...in fact, he is featured in the story of the Danish Hydrofoil Torpedo boat.

 'nother pic, in this one, you can see the lovely Molin's gun:


John Howling Mouse

"Johan?!"  Johan.   Yeah, I like the sound of that!   ;)

BTW: You should do some sort of on-line "how-to" article on airbrushing.  I can't even dream of getting that kind of control on a 1:48, let alone a little 1:72 scale plane.

:wub:  
Styrene in my blood and an impressive void in my cranium.

lancer

Bleeding heck!!! That is one hel of a Mossie Greg, bloody beautiful. And the back story was amazing as well.
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Ian the Kiwi Herder

I think the rest of the guys have used-up all the superlatives for the moment, so I'll just settle for 'great build, my friend, now go finish that Barge Buster !! :ph34r: '

Ian
"When the Carpet Monster tells you it's full....
....it's time to tidy the workbench"

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Gary

Getting back into modeling