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Noxius

"FACTA, NON VERBA"


Name: MOH_NOXIUS, (MOH European Commander)
Favorite Aircraft: Me-109 and FW190 series
Timezone: Europe GMT +1
Hometown: Italy
Languages understood: Italian, English
Age: 33
Date of Inauguration: May 16, 2005

Laying prostrate on his back, in the shade of a 500 year old Olive tree, MOH_NOXIUS gazed up at the ever darkening cloud filled sky. Emanating from the barracks of his Lombardia airfield, Noxius could faintly hear the singing of his men, chorusing a melancholy melody to the tune of a lone mandolin. “The war is lost” he mumbled to himself. The ever-increasing formations of Allied bombers escorted by scores of P-38, P-47 and P-51 fighters routinely passing over his head, confirmed this in his mind. For the past few days he had been unable to oppose the Allied formations. His squadrons Me-109G-10 were grounded for lack of fuel. The atmosphere within this airdrome was one of gloom. The moral of his men was his concern. He knew their thoughts were with their families. The homes, towns and cities of their Italian countryman were being mercilessly pounded into rubble, and they were presently helpless to stop it. He must get the supplies he needed so he could again take his squadron into the sky.

He recalled his squadrons last engagement over Lombardia, Italy where they had engaged a formation of B-24 bombers escorted by Mustangs and Thunderbolts. How foolhardy he had been, he thought……….

The Allied bombers had been holding a steady course due SE at 4700 meters. MOH_NOXIUS, leading his formation, initiated the attack. As he dove from his position well above the flight, he targeted an escorting P-47 on his first pass. As he merged with the bandit he squeezed the gun actuator. The guns sputtered briefly and then abruptly quit. He was defenseless!! Knowing he must preserve the moral of his men, MOH_NOXIUS continued with his attack and, unarmed, plunged headlong into the formation of B-24’s. Fearful of following the Me-109 into the B-24 “box formation” the escorts broke off. A firestorm of defensive fire belched forth, tearing into the fuselage and wings of NOXIUS’s Me-109G-10. Twisting, yawing and turning through the hail of .50cal BMG bullets, NOXIUS prevailed. With all his strength NOXIUS pulled back on the Gustav’s stick and pointed it’s nose to the heavens. Straight up he climbed at 110% throttle and full MW50 boost until his aircraft trembled and stalled. Nosing over and regaining control, he saw that he was clear of danger. Trembling with excitement he saw that his bold attack had inspired his men, who had continued the attack and flamed several of the behemoths.

MOH_NOXIUS knew he would do what was necessary to lead and inspire his men. Thus far he had never wavered in the face of danger. Wounded many times, he wondered how much longer he could continue before he met his death.