I officially announce that knights are even worse than rooks at taking bases.
Strapped in my mossie. A look to the right at the empty starboard seat made me realize that my navigator has passed out drunk again somewhere. OK, short ride to a bish base, I dont need a navigator for that. Flew over to the bish base, Killed a couple of niks, then remembered I had bombs in the belly, so I bombed the already damaged VH, saved the other bomb and circled the base waiting for someone to spawn so I can bomb-vulch him.
A bunch of knits arrived and de-acked the place. I encouraged them from above (like hell I am going below 7k over a large field...). No bish. Dumped my bomb on something (playing since 2001 and I still don't know what all the structures are...) and started to strafe the control tower, an old habit of mine.
No bish.
I decided to save some fuel by waiting on their runway, so I enter the pattern and make a perfect landing. While I am down here, I may as well tour the place... pick up some souvenirs and such.
No bish.
OK, the control tower is right over there, I'll go knock see if someone is in. I parked in front of the tower and started knocking:

Nobody home?
But hush! what is that buzz? a brave bish defender has taken off in... in... a Storch?!
I wave to him as he passes 10 meters over me and the cheeky bastage shot me with his rear gun!

Luckily, his rifle-caliber gun cannot penetrate my plywood armor. I decide to accept the challenge and have a gears-down dogfight with him. Unfortunately, he was promptly shot down by another knit that cheated and had his gears up.
Acks started to pop back up. The downed Storch pilot decided to trade his flying 7.62 mm gun for a stationary 88mm artillery and wins the HO.
<S> to kent521 for supplying some unorthodox action.
The base was not captured by the knits despite being down and completely undefended for more than 30 minutes.