well here we go, a collection of the most crappiest things ive ever uploaded onto tumblr dot com. I usually take time to make everything look nice, but not this time. I just really wanted to let everyone know ive been reading the tintin comics (im on the secret of the unicorn rn), and i plan on making more art for it later on. This is just a thrown together thing of what i have so far. I’ll have a lot more stuff to show you when schools over! stay tuned!
HMS Unicorn (172) - light aircraft carrier and primary
aircraft repair ship.
Britain’s armoured aircraft carriers of the late 1930s and 1940s, which bore the brunt of retaliation against Royal Navy operations in the Mediterranean and later Pacific, have over time come in for heavy criticism. Their
enclosed hangars were limited in size by armour, reducing the number of aircraft carried. In comparison American fleet carriers sailed with little armour but greater air cover from their own more numerous aircraft.
It was well understood and accepted, in trade for greater survivability, that repairs and the necessary major maintenance required to keep aircraft operating at high intensity while on station for extended periods of time was impossible within cramped hangars, without hindering flight operations.
The linchpin of British doctrine therefore, was HMS Unicorn, one of three planned vessels, able to service, repair and maintain the fleets aircraft, ferry those planes around or herself take to the offensive, with her own fully functional flight deck. She was a ship vital to Britain’s carriers during the war and a master of that which the armoured fleet carriers, always the focus of enemy assault, could not do.
Her design was highly specialised and undoubtedly unique. Essentially a mobile workshop, she was given a usable
speed of 24 knots,
ill-suited to combat, but that was not her job. One ship would service three fleet carriers, thus the Royal Navy would require three ships. Controller Admiral Sir Reginald Henderson - chief designer - recognised that in a crisis a spare deck would be invaluable and as such this mobile workshop would have all the features of a fleet carrier. Treaty obligations limited the number of carriers a nation could build however, and while Unicorn was in breach of those treaties her construction was allowed - but the admiralty didn’t push the issue and ordered only one, not three.
Thanks to the seemingly endless need for more convoy escorts during the years 1940-1942, Unicorn wasn’t finished until March 1943. She looked a little stunted once at sea, a result of her length, just 640 ft, in combination with her two massive 16ft 6″ hangars. Between the two, she could carry 48 aircraft with their wings folded and a further eight with wings spread for maintenance. Alone she could operate
69 of the folding Seafire IIIs.
Above these hangars was an extensive system of rails and hoists, capable of lifting large engines from an aircraft and moving them to designated areas for work. At the bow she was open to the elements through
rectangular openings, where a
large engine repair shop and test compartment resided. The openings allowed engines to be run up to full power within the ship, letting sufficient airflow in and exhaust out. At the stern she was squared off, with the flight deck
overhanging. Here powerful hoists could raise and lower a motorised lighter (pic 4/5.), bringing aircraft aboard for work.
By wars end Unicorn could service all aircraft in action with the British Pacific Fleet – Seafires, Fireflies and Barracudas, and the American Corsairs, Hellcats and Avengers. She was also an extremely well equipped secondary hospital ship, with a large sickbay, surgery and dental surgery. In addition, she had a respectable defensive armament, armour which could resist fair damage and a full radar suite, allowing her integration into the at-sea defence of the fleet.
Summary: You’re caught in a time loop during the 11 days leading up to the RFA’s party unless you can do… what, exactly?
13+ Recommended you’ve played at least one of Zen, Yoosung, or Seven’s route due to small spoilers.
Shit. An icy hand grips
your insides. You try to slam the door shut, but the intruder – Unknown,
whatever his name is – thrusts his leg in its path and forces it back open. You
almost fall over at the strength behind his shove and scramble to regain your
footing, pushing off of the wall and running to the kitchen. There has to be a
knife, o-or a frying pan… anything you can use to defend yourself…
intruder is in the doorway to the kitchen just as you pull out a knife and
brandish it in front of you with both hands. Goddammit, it’s your bread knife.
The rounded tip and serrated edge do little to make you look menacing. Why had
you spent all your excess time cooking and reading instead of studying judo or self-defense?