Last night around 1am, I decided to fly my Me262 (Rook). I took off with 100% fuel, and tried to find some action. The Rooks had pounded a base into submission, and no one was upping. After a few low passes, I climbed to 10,000 feet and decided to cruise a few sectors over. However, while I was flying past a seemingly deserted Bishop base, a huge darbar appeared.
I hauled the nose around of my Swallow and nearly orgasmed in maniacal glee at what I saw. Six formations of B-17s, along with three or four P-51s had just lifted off. Being the good team player that I am, I first radioed in the position of the lumbering bombers, then I went to work.
The bombers were doing 135mph in their climbs, so I set myself up to attack from the 9:00 position. I knew colliding was a definate possibility. The first bomber set I attacked was flying off the lead formation's 8:00. I blew the entire vertical stabilizer off the lead plane in that formation. The plane lumbered on for about 30 seconds before going into a flat spin. I yanked my nose up just in time to get my sights on another B-17 formation and I squeezed the trigger. Two bombers exploded nearly simultaneously. After a 500mph immelman, I went back to work on the original bomber formation, downing one more. Then I set myself up for some head-on attacks. I ripped through them like a knife through hot butter.
The bomber pilots seemed utterly confused that I was not attacking from the dead 6:00 position. A few bursts from the bombers guns had been fired at me, but nothing substantial. I collided with some debris of one bomber, and my number 1 engine began leaking oil. My minion had arrived by that time, and were chomping up the rest of the bombers and P-51s. I went ahead and landed my 7 kills after buzzing a Bish goon on the way back to base.
