Hey guys, I'm building a campaign right now, but need some help with speechpacks....

[LordLexus]

Well, I thought it could be organized to work like the Polish RAF squadrons we have in game. The way they work is that when, say the Polish 303 squadron is selected, the Polish speechpack is used, BUT, when a regular RAF squadron is selected, the normal UK speechpack is in place. So I figured that when the 586 IAP, the 587 BAP/125th GvBAP, or the 588th NBAP/46th GvNBAP is selected, the female Russian speechpack will be used, but if another squadron, say the 3rd IAK is selected, a male Russian speechpack will be used. Can you see what I'm aiming at?

4 me it's clear.

If LLexus has other things to do, that's fine. Remember that this campaign could go either way, and it all depends on whether the Po-2 makes it into the game as flyable. At the moment it looks like it will, but it could just as easily be cancelled, no matter how good it looks already. However, it would still be nice to get the female squadrons in the game using this speechpack. Do you think it's do-able?

Be sure, speechpack will be done. Even if there will be no Po-2, it could be used for other campaigns...

[PBNA-Boosher]

Thanks guys! Here are the shots of the Po-2 as last posted on June 3rd 2004, and Naryv still says it's in progress:

http://www.sukhoi.ru/forum/attachmen...chmentid=23479

http://www.sukhoi.ru/forum/attachmen...chmentid=23484

http://www.sukhoi.ru/forum/attachmen...chmentid=23485

http://www.sukhoi.ru/forum/attachmen...chmentid=23486

http://www.sukhoi.ru/forum/attachmen...chmentid=23487

http://www.sukhoi.ru/forum/attachmen...chmentid=23488

Hope you like it!

[AirDog]

One more biplane in the game, sounds good!

[SL PAK]

16 VVS Female pilots, of the 586th Fighter Regiment and the 588th Night Bomber Regiment/46th Guards Bomber Aviation Regiment the "Night Witches" pilots skins for Forgotten Battles.
http://www.leigh-kemp.pwp.blueyonder.../Acepilots.htm

[PBNA-Boosher]

Okay, here's the edited sample briefing. It is not much better than the last one, and still does not effectively deal with all of the topics I wanted to cover, but I felt, like DeCore said, that it would be putting too much detail into one briefing. I'll write a second sample briefing to use those ideas which I hadn't here, and include some new ones. But for now, here's the edited version with as many changes as I could see fit to put in it. Please, give me your comments!

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Briefing: May the 24th, 1942- Small farm, 27 kilometers north of Novorossijsk..

I opened the flap to the briefing tent. Many of the girls are already there, sitting on the ground for lack of food crates to use as chairs. Major Bershanskaya was there at the head of the tent, as usual. She was a good leader, if not sometimes very strict. The large tent was dusty, but overall very clean. It had a feeling of comfort that came with the multitude of people that gathered there every night. I ran my fingers through my hair, it felt thick and greasy. We all had not bathed in several days. Major Bershanskaya cleared her throat. Many of our girls, who had been gossiping and giggling wildly, immediately fell silent.
"Good, good my darlings, you are all here.” the Major said. I looked around at the women. I noted many of my friends had new uniforms. I was still in my bulky male uniform. I was never good at stitching. Several of the girls also shared my lack of talent, but that didn’t stop them from making their clothes fit. I turned behind me and saw an empty spot on the floor. My stomach growled, not because I was hungry, but with the sadness that I remembered from the night before. It always did that, I have never known why. The girls near me shifted slightly farther away after that. I looked over at Irina. She seemed not to be faring too well after her ordeal the night before.
While the Major was calling the pairs of pilot and navigator for the night, images flashed through my mind. A Po-2 fluttered in the distance, slowly drawing in. I had already completed my flight, and my navigator that night, Alexandra Akimova, who I do not normally fly with, was reporting the mission status. As the slow biplane floated into the light, I heard the engine sputtering, coughing. With a last, trying attempt, the engine brought the propeller around one last time, before it died and the plane fell three meters onto the soft ground. I saw Irina white with shock, and the body she held back to keep it from falling on the flight stick. Irina’s face was covered in the pilot’s blood. I looked at the face of the dead pilot, and immediately turned away. It was Dusya Nosal, with a bullet straight through her temple. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth hung open in shock...
I was brought back to the present, and doubled over to prevent anyone from seeing my crying. I had grown up as a neighbor to Dusya. We were very close, we lived in the same apartment building when we were growing up in Leningrad. We used to run with the boys in the streets, teasing and taunting them. She was the one who persuaded me to join the squadron with her, and now she was dead.
I looked again over at Irina, who too was crying. Major Bershanskaya was talking to the regiment. She had not noticed that Irina and I were crying, or at least made no sign that she did. Now my face glistened with tears in the pale light of the tent, but I had to listen to tonight's briefing.
"We have a chance to avenge our fallen ones tonight.” She stated happily, “There is a small army encampment near Novorossijsk which will be filled with German soldiers. There will be many officers there with their underlings. They will not expect an attack after the show they put up last night, da? Most of their troops will have already gone to sleep. Remember to keep your altitude at six-hundred meters. We don't want any mistakes like last night, do we Sasha?"
The major looked at one of our newer pilots, and my head turned too. Sasha looked down at the ground. She had flown in at three hundred meters and dropped her bombs. Her plane was almost completely engulfed in the flames, but miraculously, she and her navigator Tanya made it through alright. They were caught by groundfire afterward, however, and managed to put the plane down just after passing our front lines.
"Now, girls, the weather is not as clear as it was last night. It will be a bit hazy down by the port tonight, so don't go below our bombing altitude. Also, the clouds are low tonight, so be careful. I recieved word from fighter command today that the skies should be clear of enemy activity tonight. Our Yak fighters have done their job today. Never the less, be careful, ladies. On your maps, the army camp will be in sector H13, alright? During the last recon flight over the area, it seems that the Germans have lit large fires. We think they are burning files that they have captured. But let them burn, da? For then we shall have light to see them by... Oh! And before I forget to tell you, stay out of map sectors K13, K12, H12, and I14 tonight. Our AAA units are on full alert and will fire at anything they see."
Everyone in the room weakly smiled. While we all were ready for our combat duty, every night was a chance we could die. We would take it to heart. The briefing was dismissed, and I went up to the table at the front of the tent to see who my navigator was for the night, because I had been daydreaming during that part of the briefing. I ran my finger down the list to find my name, and looked to the right. It was there in Major Bershanskaya's handwriting. I was flying with Irina tonight. I walked over to her. She was still crying. It was more from shock now than any other reason. I had no way to express my sorrow for Irina. So, as best I could with my bulky mens flight suit on, I hugged her. We cried on each other's shoulders', and waited for our opportunity to take our revenge that night...The Major strolled up behind us. She pried the two of us apart. Irina’s uniform, which she had altered to fit her like most women’s clothing, was still covered in Dusya’s blood from last night. There had been no time to wash anything today. "Irina," Major Bershanskaya walked over to her and knelt down next to her. "You were very brave last night." She walked out of the tent and let us be. We stayed close, my eyes had stopped tearing and Irina laid her head on my shoulder. The hat she had made from the excess fabric of her old uniform fell from her head onto the floor.
“We will have our revenge yet…” Irina said. She grabbed her hat, and we walked out of the tent, heading toward our plane.