Raine, I like Skeffington! This “Mick” on the other hand ... probably will end up like that Ball prat. Congrats on your first and at the same time confirmed victory.
Toby continued to fire because his reflexes aren't what they used to be. it was not intentional. I'm pretty sure the other Tripe caught a few of those as well. And I still don't know why he remained in one piece. Divine intervention.

Lou, normally you would be right, but that git wasn’t doing the chasing but instead was being chased by the Albatros. He should have been grateful.
Congrats on another two victories. That will show Ball how it’s done. He will not get any claims by snitching.

14 April, 1917 05:45 morning mission
Auchel, Flanders Sector
RNAS-8
SC Tobias Chester Mulberry VC, DSC&Bar, DSO&Bar, L d’H
94 confirmed kills
Awaiting one victory confirmation

The bombs whistled by Toby’s plane as they fell to one side and exploded harmlessly near the aerodrome which he had just taken off from. As he climbed, the Ack-Ack pointed the way in the sky where the enemy was lurking. He could make out 4 Albatroses ahead, but the bombs came from overhead. This had to be the escort and the bombers roamed freely high above. No chance to get at them, but the escort ... that’s another story. They spotted Mulberry and his wingmen climbing to meet the challenge. He could see them diving one at a time. Toby saw one dive away to one side while the rest stayed together. It would be an easy kill, isolated like that by himself, but he’d seen the Huns resort to all kinds of subterfuge. It was a rouse! As soon as Toby would turn to chase, two more Huns waited just above ready to pounce on his tail. Instead, he banked to meet the two Boches waiting for an easy kill. The mad turning began, but Toby’s machine was much more maneuverable and he soon had them scrambling. They were flying too close to each other and Mulberry knew one of them had to give way. As soon as one of the Huns dove away, he was on him and firing. The German squirmed in every direction but it was no use. Toby’s gun found him at each turn. The Albatros took immense punishment and in the end disintegrated mid-air. Mulberry was already twisting to find the second Hun and it only took a few moments to have him on the run and being shot at. The second Albatros went down close to the smoking column of the first one. Mulberry flew through a cloud of dirt and dust that the enemy’s wreck kicked up in the air when it crashed. Toby scanned the sky, but didn’t find anything except a formation of Triplanes from the ‘A’ flight serenely floating through the air in perfect formation, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred. Toby rolled his eyes and was about to turn back to the airfield when he noticed more Archie bursts to the east. There was more action to be had. As he approached the melee, he realized two Albatroses battling with a single Tripe. He watched as one of the Huns made a tight turn to get on the tail of the Tripe, who in turn was following the other Albatros. It was a train of planes and Toby was about to become the caboose. Mulberry watched everything play out in front of him. First, the leading Albatros went to port to avoid the Tripe, then the Tripe went to starboard to avoid the trailing Albatros and finally the trailing Albatros dove to avoid Toby. Since Toby didn’t have to avoid anybody, he followed his target down and made sure the Boche never went up again. The Albatros crashed east of the aerodrome. It was a short flight back to base.

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14 April, 1917 11:40 noon mission
Auchel, Flanders Sector
RNAS-8
SC Tobias Chester Mulberry VC, DSC&Bar, DSO&Bar, L d’H
94 confirmed kills
Awaiting four victory confirmations

The HQ sent them to patrol over enemy airfield at La Petrie. Toby always considered these kind of missions to be a hunt for tired and wounded prey returning home. They would circle like vultures above enemy aerodrome waiting for the enemy to come to them after completing their mission. They were approaching their destination, but suddenly Jenner-Parsons peeled away and soon was followed by McDonald. ‘Bob’ Little stayed with Toby. The other pair must have spotted a Hun somewhere that was currently escaping Toby’s gaze. He traced their flightpath with his eyes to a point ahead. There! They were following a single Albatros. Mulberry considered joining the other two, intending to help them if need be. He knew where there is one Hun there will be more. He was just about to make his move when he noticed that “more” part of his last thought. They were flying directly above him. Where did they come from?! He continued to fly in their shadow, while gaining altitude to reach their level without being detected. They continued straight on. The leader had his fuselage painted scarlet red. Could it be? The fellow that followed him had a black tail. The pair was oblivious to the goings on just below. Toby was now close, really close. He looked to port where Jenner-Parsons and McDonald disappeared chasing their Hun. There was no sign of them. Then he scanned his rear. ‘Bob’ was still trailing behind him. He was gesticulating at something further back and above. Mulberry craned his neck to see. There were three more Huns in pursuit. It was getting interesting. Will he be able to reach the red Albatros before his friends crash the party? Toby took another look at his target, but the plane wasn’t where it was supposed to be. Where is he?! Had he been spotted? Toby’s heart stopped. Was the Baron hunting him? Where did he get to?! There! The red plane was diving steeply, but he wasn’t after him. He must have spotted Jenner-Parsons or McDonald battling one of his wingmen and was getting ready to pounce on any survivors. Little did he know he was being hunted himself. Toby was now just behind him, his Vickers trained on the red fuselage. Fire! ‘Anne’ began to spit venom. The rounds connected with the Albatros in front, but then his Vickers fell silent. Bloody hell! A jam! Not now! Toby desperately assaulted the back of his gun with his gloved fist. The Albatros in front continued to fly inexplicably straight and level. Did he hit him and paralyzed or blinded the Hun? The breech cleared. Toby squeezed the trigger again. More bullets smashed into the plywood monocoque and then the pilot disappeared inside the cockpit, the engine let out a cough of grey smoke and the red machine nosedived straight down. Mulberry couldn’t believe. It was done. The Baron was no more. He felt disappointed. Robbed of an epic dogfight, historic battle. It felt like a backstab in a dark alley. He had no time to feel sorry. Baron’s bodyguard with the black tail found him. The two machines began their air ballet, with Toby staying on the tail of this new challenger. The Boche was capable and skillfully avoided finding himself in front of Toby’s gunsight. There had to be an end to this duel. The “black tail” eventually used up all the altitude and had no more places to hide. No more tricks to use. Toby’s bullets began to find its target and the Hun was finally bested. His Albatros crashed to the ground just south-east of La Petrie aerodrome. Mulberry looked around to find himself alone, deep inside enemy territory. He quickly gained some altitude and made a beeline west towards Auchel. Once on the ground he made two more claims.

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