Librarian
SAN Loss Isn't Fun Anymore...
I am suddenly and inexplicably struck by the following fanfic idea:
Following the (reversed) reenactment of the Malayan Campaign wherein the Summer Harbour Princess beelined for Singapore before the landings on the Malayan Peninsula, the entire region of Kuala Lumpur and Sumatra have become the figurative South Asian Maginot Line against overwhelming land-air invasions pouring up from the Johor Causeway. Malaysian dugouts batter off scores of ghostly light tanks and bicycle infantry by the hundreds on a daily basis, while a combined RN/RAN taskforce duel with Abyssal cruisers across the length of the Malaccan Strait in an attempt to stem the tides of landing rafts waiting bound for the Sumatran northern coast.
Somewhere in the Pahang region on the southern edge of the isle, shielded from Abyssal bombardment by the sheer bulk of Sumatra itself, hastily-bulldozed airstrips manned by a mix of locals, IAF forces and "volunteers" (mercernaries/fanatics in all but name) maintain a long and hectic air war against sky-blotting numbers of Abyssal IJA aircraft in a "Battle for Greece" reborn. Bombing landing sites to bomber interception to anti-shipping duties in the Strait; pilots ply, fight and die in the skies of Malayan airspace in horrifyingly regular droves.
And still, as war permits, more arrive every day.
Distinct from the "strategic" squadrons of IAF pilots and their carefully hoarded modern fighters, scores of men and women from all walks of life put everything on the line to stem the aerial menace. Put through hurried training and rushed off to the front, these latter-day Volksjager pilots ride into battle in all sorts of aircraft ranging from EMB-314 Super Tucanos, OV-10 Broncos and even the venerable MFI-9 "Biafra Baby"; these militia aviators are thrown headfirst into the aerial grinder to do what they can by any means necessary.
Even, and unsurprisingly commonly, by selling their lives as dearly as possible.
This, like many others in these dark times, is their story.
Addendum: ...something doesn't exactly sit right with me about this. Perhaps a little too grimdark?
==========================
Following the (reversed) reenactment of the Malayan Campaign wherein the Summer Harbour Princess beelined for Singapore before the landings on the Malayan Peninsula, the entire region of Kuala Lumpur and Sumatra have become the figurative South Asian Maginot Line against overwhelming land-air invasions pouring up from the Johor Causeway. Malaysian dugouts batter off scores of ghostly light tanks and bicycle infantry by the hundreds on a daily basis, while a combined RN/RAN taskforce duel with Abyssal cruisers across the length of the Malaccan Strait in an attempt to stem the tides of landing rafts waiting bound for the Sumatran northern coast.
Somewhere in the Pahang region on the southern edge of the isle, shielded from Abyssal bombardment by the sheer bulk of Sumatra itself, hastily-bulldozed airstrips manned by a mix of locals, IAF forces and "volunteers" (mercernaries/fanatics in all but name) maintain a long and hectic air war against sky-blotting numbers of Abyssal IJA aircraft in a "Battle for Greece" reborn. Bombing landing sites to bomber interception to anti-shipping duties in the Strait; pilots ply, fight and die in the skies of Malayan airspace in horrifyingly regular droves.
And still, as war permits, more arrive every day.
Distinct from the "strategic" squadrons of IAF pilots and their carefully hoarded modern fighters, scores of men and women from all walks of life put everything on the line to stem the aerial menace. Put through hurried training and rushed off to the front, these latter-day Volksjager pilots ride into battle in all sorts of aircraft ranging from EMB-314 Super Tucanos, OV-10 Broncos and even the venerable MFI-9 "Biafra Baby"; these militia aviators are thrown headfirst into the aerial grinder to do what they can by any means necessary.
Even, and unsurprisingly commonly, by selling their lives as dearly as possible.
This, like many others in these dark times, is their story.
==========================
JUNGLE STRIKE
AIR WAR OVER MALAYA
==========================
JUNGLE STRIKE
AIR WAR OVER MALAYA
==========================
Addendum: ...something doesn't exactly sit right with me about this. Perhaps a little too grimdark?
Basically, I'm trying for an Area 88/el-cheapo Ace Combat vibe, where volunteer pilots in mass-produced propfighters go up against Abyssalized Ki-43s and the like in spimning dogfights of the yesteryear. Having both a lower operating speed, ease of learning, versatility (and more importably, expendability) to fight WW2 propcraft head-on, these COIN planes make up the bulk of the aerial "trench lines" keeping the rest of Southern Asia Abyss-free.
I do hope I managed to get the Greece Campaign vibes, inspired by Roald Dahl's memoirs about his service there, down as well as possible too. Please do let me know how I've managed that, thanks!
I do hope I managed to get the Greece Campaign vibes, inspired by Roald Dahl's memoirs about his service there, down as well as possible too. Please do let me know how I've managed that, thanks!
Last edited: