STATION 01: Engels airdrome - Training flight

588th Regiment

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May 31, 2024 11:07 am
588th Regiment
[ +- ] HISTORICAL CONTEXT

1941 - OCTOBER-DECEMBER
The call goes out for experienced female aviators to form three new Regiments. Two will be well-funded and equipped with the latest Soviet aircraft. The third will be the 588th.

The siege of Leningrad begins on 8 September 1941.

1942 - JANUARY
Volunteers begin to arrive in Saratov, to be greeted by Marina Roskova, onf of the famous female pilots and navigators who was made a Hero of the Soviet Union in 1938 when they smashed a distance record aboard the experimental aircraft Rodina.

The Battle of Moscow has been won and the nazis kept from conquering the city!, but the offensive halts in 7 January 1942 due to low army reserves.


Training stations are in green, German targets in red and Dasha Bobkova's hometown (under occupation) in blue

588th Regiment

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May 31, 2024 11:13 am
588th Regiment
1942 - FEBRUARY-APRIL

You have arrived at Saratov, a city at war. The darkened streets are filled with soldiers but you are still civilians, in your best clothes. Patriotic marches in celebration of the 24th anniversary of the founding of the Red Army and impassioned speeches by Comrade Stalin and Marshal Zhukov fill the air.

"The day is not far distant when the Red Army will thrust back the brutal enemy and the red banners will fly again victoriously over the entire Soviet land."

With a Red Army Air Force transit voucher in hand, you board a ferry across the Volga with a hundred other hopeful, enthusiastic, and confused young men and women.

One woman stands out in the crowd - dressed in a splendid uniform with sky blue shoulder boards with a medal pinned to her chest. You haven’t yet learned to know either her rank or what the medal signifies, but you know you want to be just like her.
OOC:
What do the other recruits see when they look you?
You're not in uniform, what sort of clothes do you wear?
Did you bring any luggage?
What sort of shoes do you have?
What can we tell about you from your demeanor?
What feelings do you get when you realize this is really happening: you have been accepted as a volunteer to the Red Army.
Jun 2, 2024 3:09 pm
Lari realised that this was her opportunity to finally define an identity for herself, one that was recognised by the state, an unequiocal declaration of who he was, or they were, or she was. She wasn't about to admit that she was a Cossack, at least not immediately and overtly, not during these volatile times. Why some of her own people had chosen instead to side with the Reich, siding with Hitler's vision of what greater Europe ought to look like.

That was a betrayal of the motherland, so Lari thought. That the notion of mother was an overarching, diffused concept for an orphan like her, home being a series of state-run orphanages which drilled into her the notion of family and state, and how the two was inseparable.

Today she was pretty. She did the curls of her hair herself; it took hours to set and too well set to be stuffed under a beret (which she did carry in her handbag). The rouge she borrowed from Veyla, the overcoat was a hand-me-down, but the shoes, the oxblood red leather shoes with the suede bows, those were her own, and they were new. She did not want to think about the rubles, she just knew that she had to put her best foot forward, literally. Now all she needed was a Red Army uniform to match it.
Jun 2, 2024 3:11 pm
Galya looks out on the Volga and fights tears of patriotic joy. She recalls lines of sublime poetry that praise Mother Russia’s mighty river.

Other recruits on the ferry see a small, smiling woman dressed in her best clothes. A prim dress, fashionable hat and well made shoes.

She carries two cases. One holds her clothes, the smaller some sausages, vodka, black bread and salt that are her collective farm’s gift to the squadron. A letter to this effect accompanies the gifts in case she is shot as a black marketer. She also carries a single volume of Russian verse, pens and a pad of rough paper. She will keep these things secret if she can, in case the squadron leaders disapprove of her poetry. In case they do not understand that it is the people’s poetry that is the final weapon to sweep away fascism from Europe.

As she looks at the other volunteers on the ferry, she flushes with pride and sisterly emotion.
Jun 5, 2024 1:03 am
Dash is a lanky, yet pretty woman with calculating eyes. Pale skin with blonde hair, a thin nose and a wide mouth. She always seems to be assessing everything, judging everything, looking for danger. She is often unknowing on just how much that calculating look makes others uncomfortable when it lands on them.

She was there when the Germans came to her hometown. When the bombs hit and the guns fired. When her husband was killed, she grabbed his gun and kept firing until she ran out of ammunition. Then she grabbed her son Maksim and fled.

That scars of war settled into some deep-rooted trauma, which left her constantly scanning for danger - they didn't really have a word for it then, but in the future it would be called hypervigilance, one of the symptoms of PTSD. The other thing it gave her was a thirst for danger. A need to find that exhilaration and that dose of adrenaline. And a desire to get revenge on the Germans. She wasn't that patriotic, she didn't really care about the cause. She just wanted to kill the men who took her husband from her and left her son fatherless.

Now, arriving at the training base with her seven ten year old son, she was wearing simple clothing and soft padded shoes that were at least clean and not covered in blood. It was all she had left. She had to trade for new clothes, trade for food, trade for passage, trade to get on the roster to become a pilot again. All of her jewelry was gone, her bracelets, necklaces, and even her wedding ring was gone (though the tan line is still there), it was all traded away. And when it was all gone, she traded with the one thing she had left. Men were easy, and a simple favor opened doors that would otherwise not have been opened. It was a classic move that men did to take advantage of women who were desperate, "do me a favor, and I will see you and your son safe." She wasn't afraid to do whatever she had to do to get what she wanted, especially not if it meant that her son would be protected and safe.

What she really needs right now is a good cry. She hasn't been able to do that since Zhelenogorsky. It's just been too busy, too dangerous, too everything. The stress was too high. The risk was too high. She had to stay strong for Maksim. She had to do when she needed to do to get him safe. And then she had to get here. It's been a blur, these past few weeks.

So that is what Dash is as she arrives - a pent-up bottle of anger and trauma precariously balanced on the edge between revenge and mental breakdown. And the only thing keeping her going is the thought that she needs to be strong for her son.
OOC:
Thought about this some more, and I think if we say her son is 10, he can be put to work. Maybe helping out the mechanics (small hands can reach places), fetching tools, cleaning up the motor pool, etc... That way it's a lot easier to justify why he's allowed to stay.

That's also the 'favor' she was granted, as part of the question I chose. How she repaid it was based on the character options listed in the Hawk playbook.
Last edited June 5, 2024 7:29 pm

Officer

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Jun 6, 2024 9:12 am
Officer
As the ferry starts to cross the Volga, the woman in uniform wanders around. She makes her way towards you, stopping to check Larisa's well-kept hair and carefully chosen clothes. Then she eyes Galina's two cases. "Here for holidays is it?" she scoffs as she shows her hand. "Let me see your transit vouchers."

While the other two search for their papers, Dasha's son moves from behind his mother, catching the officer's attention. "Whose kid is that?"
Jun 6, 2024 3:36 pm
Galina nods. Since she is not in uniform, she knows that she does not have the right to salute the officer.

She carefully prepares the vouchers and explains that she has brought a gift, properly sanctioned, for the squadron.

She accepts the officer’s sharpness without a trace of rancour. It is the officer’s role to chide recruits , and hers to accept the fact.
Jun 7, 2024 12:10 am
Dash has a slight look of disbelief as the question about a kid is asked. It's obviously hers, he's standing right next to her. Still, she speaks up, pulling him close to her as she speaks, as if to both claim and protect him, "The boy is mine. We were promised a place for him here, ya?"
Jun 7, 2024 2:10 pm
Larisa stood a little straighter when she sensed that the woman in the impressive uniform was nearing. On close-up, she could see the well-pressed fabric, the starched lines, the glint of the epaulettes, all held aloft by the sharp demeanour of the inspecting officer. This is what I want to be wearing! I shall look even more - impressive, more commanding. She kept her outward facial expression utterly neutral so as not to betray the wilder innermost fancies dancing in her head. Such foolishness solnyshka, she could hear the voice of the kindlier matron tut-tutting at eight year old Lari braiding their hair with wildflowers. That homely stint in Lyubinka was all too shortlived, before they were moved to somewhere in greater Oblast where the workhouses were, where Lari was expected to earn their keep.

That work ethic remained; Larisa was ready to earn her keep, in the most glorious way possible. That the woman paid her no heed meant in Larisa's own head that she had passed the first imagined test, one of many that would surely come her way.

Captain Evgeniya Lobodeva

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Jun 9, 2024 3:52 pm
Captain Evgeniya Lobodeva
"The army is no place for a child" the woman scolds Dasha as she starts to check her papers. The officer's expression changes quickly as she reads through the documents. Mouth open, she returns the transit voucher to Dasha.

"As you know, the war situation is bad. So bad, in fact, that even Comrade Stalin says as much. Our winter might have stopped the Fascist scum fifty miles from Moscow, but the spring muds prevented our glorious counter-offensive. Things are very uncertain and I personally aim to change that. I'm sure we'll find something the child to help with. We need all the hands we can get."

After suddenly changing her mind about Dasha's son, the woman takes some more time to inspect everyone else's documents in silence. "I see you all have been assigned to the 588th Night Bomber Regiment." She adds in a friendlier tone than before as she gives Larisa and Galina back their vouchers.

"I’m Captain Evgeniya Lobodeva, Chief of Staff for the 588th. We're one of three regiments being formed by Major Marina Raskova, the air hero who probably inspired most of us to fly. But we are the only all-female regiment." She adds the last part proudly as she turns to Larisa. "You've got some impressive flight hours on your records. I'm glad to have competent new recruits. We're going to need the best the Motherland has to offer to get the germans out of our soviet land"
OOC:
just to have an idea… What did Larisa lie about on your Regimental intake form? Was it her ethicity, her flight records (she has a -2 skill after all), something else or all of these?
Jun 10, 2024 2:30 pm
Larisa straightened a bit more when Captain Lobodeva complimented her on her flight records, not quite daring to exhale in case she let on something. She had a number of secrets she much preferred if they remained buried: her gender, her ethnicity, for starters. But in particular she seized when her hours were brought up. A slight adjustment on the flight logs here, an unrecorded absence there, extra time spent in the hangar on pre-flight checks and repeated routine maintenance that delayed take-off. All these added up to a substantial amount that she had hoped would be under the bottom of the bookkeeping pile.

But she wasn't about to undermine her chances in front of the captain to get into the 588th regiment. She'd just have to find ways to make sure she kept up whatever facade was necessary.
OOC:
Happy to play along and see what remains hidden and what might get dug out over time!
Jun 11, 2024 7:51 pm
Dash has a slight smirk on her face as the Captain's tune quickly changes. It's as if to say, "Yes, I know an active air base is no place for a child, it didn't bring him here because I wanted him to be here; i was left with no choice." But those words would be damning if ever spoken aloud, and instead, she said, "Thank you, comrade."

Captain Evgeniya Lobodeva

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Jun 12, 2024 9:36 am
Captain Evgeniya Lobodeva
The ferry bumps up against the dock in Engels and suddenly everyone is all business - shouting, pushing, rolling trucks and equipment off. "Time to get moving!" Captain Lobodeva points out the way as she reaches for Galina's "gift case". "I can help you with this one. The Squadron is very grateful for your this contribution. Please send our thanks to the collective for their loyal effort comrade."
OOC:
She takes the food away so it's a good time to introduce moves. You don't have to, but if you want these supplies, you can step out of your prescribed role as a demure, obedient soldier by acting up.

Act up is "actually 3 moves in one": You can be manly/hooligan (but you need luck) or more feminine/lady (but that takes guts), both carrying their own associated dangers (woman aviator context). In addition, you can act patriotically (but you need the medals to show for it)
Across the Volga, Engels Airdrome is still 4 kilometers away. While a truck is waiting for Captain Lobodeva and the other soldiers in uniform, you are told to walk. Hopefully some of you wore sensible shoes...

The skies overhead are filled with airplanes - sleek new Pe-2 bombers shining in the sunlight, stubby, aggressive-looking Yak-1 fighter planes, and some plodding old Po-2 biplanes. These look ridiculously out of date, and their tiny engines sound for all the world like sewing machines, but you all flew them and know they are great for basic training.
OOC:
While we wait to see what Galina decides about the gifted food, there's some walking time for the character to interact now that you know you are all in the same regiment. If you did not take proper shoes for walking you take 1-harm.
Jun 12, 2024 2:13 pm
OOC:

Intuitively, I feel that contesting the grab would be a huge challenge to the officer's authority (I don't know if the mechanic has mods for difficulty). She also assumes that the commanding officers will at least share the food among themselves, which would not be a complete waste of the present.

But she might half-consciously place a small check against its misuse... should I roll 2d6?
"I will write to the collective as you say, Comrade Commander. Our Commissar will be delighted to hear our small gift has been put to use in the Great Patriotic War."

Rolls

Acting Up (kinda) - (2d6)

(13) = 4

Jun 14, 2024 9:33 am
No trucks! Larisa shouldn't have assumed that there would have been vehicles to transport them from the dock to the airbase, She hadn't known what to expect, but she had somehow imagined that pilots, even rookies like them, weren't likely to be marching from destination to destination. Nonetheless, if this were a test, this would be the least of the hardships she would expect to endure, a four kilometer walk was nothing.

Except for her pretty pretty leather shoes, what a waste to break them in like this. And oh how her feet would hurt when she was done ...
OOC:
1 harm for vanity!
Jun 14, 2024 12:48 pm
Galina’s shoes are not pretty. But neither are they strong enough for a march. She winces as her feet’s chafing becomes painful.
OOC:

Also -1 harm!

Military policeman

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Jun 14, 2024 4:27 pm
Military policeman
As you near the Airdrome, footsore and hungry, you see for the first time how massive and busy it really is. There are hundreds of planes here... and hordes of training aviators - many of them women. At the main gate of Engels Airdrome, a Fourth Air Army military policeman reviews is reviewing everyone's papers and you wait in line as you wait for your turn.

Once you finally approach the man at the small table, the military policeman quickly looks at you and checks your papers. "Report to Sergeant Kataeva in Logistics Area Six. Request the following items: 1. Service uniforms, 2. flight boots, 3. one week’s rations and 4. directions to the 588th’s trainee barracks. Repeat what I just said." he adds in an annoyed tone, clearly spending most of his time repeating this.
Jun 15, 2024 12:37 am
By the time Galina reaches the policeman she has heard his order —or a variation on them—several times. She takes care to memorise the words and repeats them accurately.

"Understood, Comrade Officer."
Jun 16, 2024 2:44 pm
"Logistics Area Six. Sergeant Kataeva." Larisa flashed the MP the slightest of smiles. It cost her nothing, but maybe it would make a small difference to the man, for it wasn't too early to start making friends. She rattled off the item list in the exact order, and then added, "Thank you," with a final curl to her smiling lip.
Jun 17, 2024 2:33 am
Dash's simple shoes have been worn for kilometers already on her long walk to the base. A few more kilometers didn't amount to much.

They patiently waited in line as Maksim occasionally complained that he was hungry or bored, but each time she shushed him.

When they finally got to the officer, she repeated the words dutifully, with a hint of a smile, "We are to report to Sergeant Kataeva in Logistics Area Six to request service uniforms, flight boots, one week’s rations, and directions to the 588th’s barracks. Repeating what you just said."
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