AA's job isn't traditionally to destroy aircraft, though its a close second, primarily it is supposed to deny the enemy of the ability to attack freely with planes.
Strategic Arms Quest 3/2: Armor Edition
- Thread starter 7734
- Start date
- Original
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- Perth, Western Australia
They tend to be Spray & Pray weapons. Spray the area and Pray you hit something.
Ideally we would want a mix of 40, 20 and .50 cals. 40s to provide an aa umbrella over our forces and act as area denial and shooting any planes that pass over. the 20 and .50 cals are for close in defense, shooting down attacking planes and hopefully seeing a hail of bullets fly their way will un-nerve pilots to either abort or release their bombs early reducing accuracy of their bombing run.
the reason why i am including .50 cals is simply because we can put them on every vehicle for self defense and quad .50s while short range can still kill any plane that get into their range.
the reason why i am including .50 cals is simply because we can put them on every vehicle for self defense and quad .50s while short range can still kill any plane that get into their range.
7734
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- Philmont
Doing a two-adoption contest will be a bit more expensive than a one-adoption contest, but is certainly doable.
Yeah, your adjustable timed fuses are limited to the naval 7,5cm gun, and don't really work all that great outside the 10,5 cm guns either. Current consensus in the Navy is that for doing an area barrage you want the 10,5 cm gun, and that the 7,5cm gun is for terminal defence only down with the 20mm autocannons and the massed 13.2mm machine.
Problem with that is you don't have any 12.7mm or 40mm guns in inventory right now that you know of. You've got 13.2mm Irrome, which is a pretty solid round and can carry explosives without too much squeezing and is normally shot out of a old Mg. 84 or a newer Mg.84-93 (A conversion of the -84 to shoot from belts and not feed strips) or Mg.97; your largest autocannon though right now that you know of is the 35mm lastkraftwagonesser project from the Luftwaffe, which hasn't exactly been going so well due to muzzle velocity problems. At this point they're probably going to just go gas-operated, but the last gas-op prototype had a record of locking up fierce on the stand. Considering how devastatingly well the 20mm autocannon gun pod project went in testing with the Condors, though, they're hell-bent on putting a bigger gun on plen.
Probably would help if I start getting them some of their OTL advancements in planes, though.
[x] Work on the Anti-Tank Assault Gun Platform Vehicle
Mostly because, with the fact that one of the most advanced tank options we might have had is now about to go open source, we need a tank killer and fast. If we can, I'd hope for it to be something like the StuG III, or the Jagdpanzer IV, or a new turreted vehicle with enough armor to resist the gun that the W-41 is intended to carry and, ideally, a gun with enough firepower to pierce the armor hull that's been left at Wanderer's factory. At this point, I'd say that Wanderer's company might as well just get nationalized, which could also allow the W-5's to be delivered.
Mostly because, with the fact that one of the most advanced tank options we might have had is now about to go open source, we need a tank killer and fast. If we can, I'd hope for it to be something like the StuG III, or the Jagdpanzer IV, or a new turreted vehicle with enough armor to resist the gun that the W-41 is intended to carry and, ideally, a gun with enough firepower to pierce the armor hull that's been left at Wanderer's factory. At this point, I'd say that Wanderer's company might as well just get nationalized, which could also allow the W-5's to be delivered.
CthuluWasRight
Fresh Meat for the SV Grinder
- Location
- Canada
Is it probable that Wanderer's new tank being open-source will render our own new tank obsolete?
7734
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They've tried that, and the pilots in the Condor Legion (yes I'm not changing that name) report that the end result is "oooh pretty light show". A lot of the problem is that when you slap a pintle mount on everything, you get a lot of people doing Dumb Shit like crossing fire, and crossing fire does not work. Half the reason that High Command wants a dedicated AA vehicle is because they know they need a dedicated AA department that knows the fine art of shooting shit down- much like how the Navy has a dedicated AA department which is liberally sharing their data on AA work, because the Luftwaffe wants to take over the Attack Aircraft Carrying Ship and Floatplane Tender Ship concepts like the ChairFarce they truly are.
Teal Deer, if you're not shooting the plane when it's coming straight at you, you're probably going to miss because you can't calculate lead well enough.
The W-41 was very advanced, yes, but preliminary examination still shows you got the better vehicle in terms of sophistication. You've got more sloped armor, a nominally better suspension, possibly a better engine, and most importantly your gun isn't an experimental piece of equipment that's not in production. The W-41 is more of a teamwork-oriented animal, having a five-man crew with a dedicated radio operator rather than your commander pulling double duty, but they apparently didn't have a turret basket. The other thing to note is that four centimeters of armor isn't all that protective- the tank you currently adopted has a front glacis of five and a half centimeters sloped fifty degrees. The devil is in the sides, which are four centimeters on the W-41 versus the two centimeters at thirty five degrees on your new tank.
It won't render your new tank obsolete, but the W-2 just went from rolling deathtrap to a grave for two brothers.
- Location
- Kansas
[x] Work on the Anti-Tank Assault Gun Platform Vehicle
I may be exaggerating, but the best defense against foreign dive bombers is to have friendly fighters shoot them down. Besides, there was mention of other design boards, so i'm assuming there's another guy in our position who would have to pick up the SPAA contract.
I may be exaggerating, but the best defense against foreign dive bombers is to have friendly fighters shoot them down. Besides, there was mention of other design boards, so i'm assuming there's another guy in our position who would have to pick up the SPAA contract.
TortugaGreen
Constantly out of the loop
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So it's definitely competitive, but not fantastic - it'll keep everyone else's tanks good, but we don't need to replace anything - other than the W-1 through W-5, which are thoroughly obsolescent most likely.
- Location
- Kansas
Hey, if worst comes to worst, we can just upgun the Wander tanks. Or convert them to SPAA or SPAT.
7734
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- Philmont
Yeah, a neue Techinken would pick up the ball on whatever you decide to pass on.
No, that's the Balkhs. They've got, at present guesstimate, ten to fifteen air deploying regiments, mostly delivered by parachute and glider. They're not seen as a threat unless they land somewhere and secure a ground supply line, because supply starvation is something they will be at very high risk from.
That's one of the vehicle proposals for both congrats actually.
Wanderer conversion for anti-tank SPG?
I can see workable AA - like, a turret with twin 13.2mm MGs, or something...
But what kind of foul sorcery would you need to place useful gun on that chassis?
By the way, I shall present you a compelling reason to go AA competition.
Behind-the-scenes AT SPG competition is unlikely to adopt something worse than Armid design - which would be good enough with it's 5.5cm-withstanding frontplate and quite accurate 7.5cm gun.
At the same time, there are literally no benchmarks for SPAAGs, and we have to be there to ensure that some moron does not adopt 13.2mm MG-armed Kettenkrad or, god forbid, a W-5 conversion as AA of choice.
I can see workable AA - like, a turret with twin 13.2mm MGs, or something...
But what kind of foul sorcery would you need to place useful gun on that chassis?
By the way, I shall present you a compelling reason to go AA competition.
Behind-the-scenes AT SPG competition is unlikely to adopt something worse than Armid design - which would be good enough with it's 5.5cm-withstanding frontplate and quite accurate 7.5cm gun.
At the same time, there are literally no benchmarks for SPAAGs, and we have to be there to ensure that some moron does not adopt 13.2mm MG-armed Kettenkrad or, god forbid, a W-5 conversion as AA of choice.
- Location
- Kansas
7734, sorry if this has been stated before, but have other countries demonstrated the ability to deliver tactical air support or does the Luftwaffe have a monopoly on that kinda thing?
7734
Trust and verify.
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- Philmont
You have no idea.
KhazintheDark
May or may not be insane...
- Location
- Not where you are. Probably.
[X] Work on the Anti-Aircraft Weapons Platform Vehicle
- Location
- Australia
Start a war and you'll find out if they have air support quick smart 
Tiny_Dic
Carbon Cringe Lifeform | Hyperborean Coomer
- Location
- My Room
*BRRRRRRRRRT*
"Ah, Hauptmann, are you still alive?"
*sounds of ammo cooking off and burning vehicles*
"Yes, Leutnant-"
*screams of dying men*
"...I guess we can tell Command that someone else has their thumbs in the CAS pie now."
"Ah, Hauptmann, are you still alive?"
*sounds of ammo cooking off and burning vehicles*
"Yes, Leutnant-"
*screams of dying men*
"...I guess we can tell Command that someone else has their thumbs in the CAS pie now."
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CthuluWasRight
Fresh Meat for the SV Grinder
- Location
- Canada
Fröhliche Weihnachten everybody! Stille nacht, heil'ge nacht and all that.
Christmas Bonus
7734
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- Philmont
Looking down at his hand of cards, Oskar sighed to himself. Three nines, two queens, and the stakes couldn't be higher. The pot for this hand had seven gemstones of assorted fakeness from his sister, two cast bronze horses from his brother, the fourth-best practice tiara of Prinzessin Louise, his best pair of shoes and necklace he'd made of old shell casings he'd found in Dar-es-Salaam, and most importantly the dignity of Prinz Wilhelm in the form of his favorite embroidered bedspread.
Wryfully, Oskar looked over to his younger sister, Ilse-Volta, and rolled his eyes. Accepting her offer of "cards with some friends" had patently been a mistake, and he was neck deep in it now. Most of the 'other friends' involved had dropped out by now and were watching with bated breath as the play passed on to Joseph Engler, a disreputable son of a Luftwaffe hauptmann who had been trying to get Ilse-Volta to come to the lumenographic cinema with him for a month now. After the usual methods had failed to disuade him, it came down to this most dire method- cleaning him out at cards. Klaus had passed the torch on long ago, bowing out and ceeding Oskar his stack of old 7,5cm shell casings that had been turned into lanterns, which now sat in a neat stack by the Prinzessin. She had a poker face some of the other boys would kill for.
"Call." Engler said, and it was Oskar's turn. Three nines and two jacks, and he couldn't swap cards. A full house was a full house, eerily matching the players tonight. He didn't have much left to bet, but Engler was almost all in, down to only the battered flying cap he always wore and a silk scarf he claimed was from the Balhkish ladies he stayed with in the aerodrome in Beziers. Fuck it.
"Raise you two Olympiad engines, and one set of tracks." Oskar said, writing the note out. Nominally those were spares for the Kettenkrad, but the poor girl hadn't been getting nearly enough mileage to need them. Dad would understand- and more importantly, Georg the coachman would be glad to be rid of them.
It was at this point Prinz Wilhelm proceeded to grit his teeth, and pull off a ring. Unlike the costume jewelry Ilse-Volta favored, this was the real deal. "Raise."
Louise sighed, and kicked in her own ring, eyes flashing to Ilse-Volta in a heated glare. Her ring was a sapphire to her brother's ruby, glistening in the light. "Call."
Rolling her eyes, Ilse-Volta looked back at Louise, then at you. "I fold."
Engler silently dropped his scarf and hat on the growing pile of loot.
Shit. Oskar thought, glaring. "Call- my best rifle, the Tangiyakan jezzail with the hex barrel."
"Are you really good for it?" Wilhelm asked, sneering slightly. Rolling her eyes, Louise looked at him like he was an idiot.
"He's von Rabe. He's good for it."
With play around to Wilhelm, he grinned and flipped over his cards. Five clubs, with the ace. Louise rolled her eyes, showing off the same in hearts. Engler had a meagre straight, and then it came to the eldest von Rabe. Three nines, two queens.
As Oskar scooped up his ill-gotten gains and Wilhelm pounded the table, Ilse-Volta smirked and said something to her closest friend at her side. The fact she'd known the Prinzessin for so long didn't bother Oskar at all, but there was something in that smile he hadn't seen before. The von Rabe cousins, the rat bastards that they were, had introduced him and Klaus some years ago to the concept of clapbooks, and the mysterious relationships two females could have- and more importantly, the explicit and lewd parts. Normally, the boys thought it was a load of bunk.
Normally, Ilse-Volta wasn't sprawled over the princess like a rug- and was that a flask? No matter, Oskar though as he secured the rings from both Louise and Wilhelm. They'd get them back sooner or later in exchange for some suitably obscure favor for the Prinzessin and some obtuse gun or machine from the Prinz. With Ilse-Volta playing hostess and escorting the royals away, he took a second to check what her cards had been.
"I'll be seeing you later! And Louise, please, don't be afraid to stop by sometime soon!"
Ilse-Volta had been sitting on a straight flush, of course. But why? Or, more accurately… why not use it?
Sighing again, Oskar shook his head. His sister had been a miracle at reading people for years, ever since she was born really. Everything she did had a reason, and most weren't worth divining. If nothing else, this night had gone well. A pity they'd run out of drinks, but that wasn't so bad. He'd beaten Englers off his sister again, and thank God that Wilhelm wasn't interested. Secure in knowing his sister was free of boyfriends, Oskar took his loot up in a haversack, passing his sister goodbye as he went back to his and Klaus' room. He never noticed Ilse-Volta's smudged makeup, it happened all the time, nor did he see the out-of-breath Louise hiding in a corner as he returned the conquering hero. His sister was going to be just fine.
Wryfully, Oskar looked over to his younger sister, Ilse-Volta, and rolled his eyes. Accepting her offer of "cards with some friends" had patently been a mistake, and he was neck deep in it now. Most of the 'other friends' involved had dropped out by now and were watching with bated breath as the play passed on to Joseph Engler, a disreputable son of a Luftwaffe hauptmann who had been trying to get Ilse-Volta to come to the lumenographic cinema with him for a month now. After the usual methods had failed to disuade him, it came down to this most dire method- cleaning him out at cards. Klaus had passed the torch on long ago, bowing out and ceeding Oskar his stack of old 7,5cm shell casings that had been turned into lanterns, which now sat in a neat stack by the Prinzessin. She had a poker face some of the other boys would kill for.
"Call." Engler said, and it was Oskar's turn. Three nines and two jacks, and he couldn't swap cards. A full house was a full house, eerily matching the players tonight. He didn't have much left to bet, but Engler was almost all in, down to only the battered flying cap he always wore and a silk scarf he claimed was from the Balhkish ladies he stayed with in the aerodrome in Beziers. Fuck it.
"Raise you two Olympiad engines, and one set of tracks." Oskar said, writing the note out. Nominally those were spares for the Kettenkrad, but the poor girl hadn't been getting nearly enough mileage to need them. Dad would understand- and more importantly, Georg the coachman would be glad to be rid of them.
It was at this point Prinz Wilhelm proceeded to grit his teeth, and pull off a ring. Unlike the costume jewelry Ilse-Volta favored, this was the real deal. "Raise."
Louise sighed, and kicked in her own ring, eyes flashing to Ilse-Volta in a heated glare. Her ring was a sapphire to her brother's ruby, glistening in the light. "Call."
Rolling her eyes, Ilse-Volta looked back at Louise, then at you. "I fold."
Engler silently dropped his scarf and hat on the growing pile of loot.
Shit. Oskar thought, glaring. "Call- my best rifle, the Tangiyakan jezzail with the hex barrel."
"Are you really good for it?" Wilhelm asked, sneering slightly. Rolling her eyes, Louise looked at him like he was an idiot.
"He's von Rabe. He's good for it."
With play around to Wilhelm, he grinned and flipped over his cards. Five clubs, with the ace. Louise rolled her eyes, showing off the same in hearts. Engler had a meagre straight, and then it came to the eldest von Rabe. Three nines, two queens.
As Oskar scooped up his ill-gotten gains and Wilhelm pounded the table, Ilse-Volta smirked and said something to her closest friend at her side. The fact she'd known the Prinzessin for so long didn't bother Oskar at all, but there was something in that smile he hadn't seen before. The von Rabe cousins, the rat bastards that they were, had introduced him and Klaus some years ago to the concept of clapbooks, and the mysterious relationships two females could have- and more importantly, the explicit and lewd parts. Normally, the boys thought it was a load of bunk.
Normally, Ilse-Volta wasn't sprawled over the princess like a rug- and was that a flask? No matter, Oskar though as he secured the rings from both Louise and Wilhelm. They'd get them back sooner or later in exchange for some suitably obscure favor for the Prinzessin and some obtuse gun or machine from the Prinz. With Ilse-Volta playing hostess and escorting the royals away, he took a second to check what her cards had been.
"I'll be seeing you later! And Louise, please, don't be afraid to stop by sometime soon!"
Ilse-Volta had been sitting on a straight flush, of course. But why? Or, more accurately… why not use it?
Sighing again, Oskar shook his head. His sister had been a miracle at reading people for years, ever since she was born really. Everything she did had a reason, and most weren't worth divining. If nothing else, this night had gone well. A pity they'd run out of drinks, but that wasn't so bad. He'd beaten Englers off his sister again, and thank God that Wilhelm wasn't interested. Secure in knowing his sister was free of boyfriends, Oskar took his loot up in a haversack, passing his sister goodbye as he went back to his and Klaus' room. He never noticed Ilse-Volta's smudged makeup, it happened all the time, nor did he see the out-of-breath Louise hiding in a corner as he returned the conquering hero. His sister was going to be just fine.
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Tiny_Dic
Carbon Cringe Lifeform | Hyperborean Coomer
- Location
- My Room
10 years from now:
"Ilse, why didn't you tell me you weren't into men earlier?! After all that trouble fending off boyfriends-"
"Shush, Oskar! It's not like I'm not thankful-"
"And Prinzessin Louise as well! Why couldn't you fall for a normal banker's daughter like the Goldsteins? No, you go straight for Royalty-"
"Hey, why are you saying that like it's a bad thing?!"
"Ilse, why didn't you tell me you weren't into men earlier?! After all that trouble fending off boyfriends-"
"Shush, Oskar! It's not like I'm not thankful-"
"And Prinzessin Louise as well! Why couldn't you fall for a normal banker's daughter like the Goldsteins? No, you go straight for Royalty-"
"Hey, why are you saying that like it's a bad thing?!"
- Location
- Kansas
Holy cow, characterization in an arms development quest! Truly, it is a Christmas miracle!