Nieuport 17 Project
(under construction)

Art Flores Skins for KRAXUS

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These are new pics Kraxus supplied. NOTE:  I don't have the latest Dawn of Aces game which has this newest plane. Flyboys is for PC and I use a Mac. Plus the PC version of Flyboys I own does not have the Nieuport. So I'm sending the .tga files to Kraxus, he takes pics and sends them to me. Kinda slow, I can't see what I'm doing in any "viewer" or in the game on my computer... Oh Well!

Except for the first pic below, you can click on any screenshot to enlarge. There are at least 2 screens that would make excellent WALLPAPER.

The problems I'm working on now are:
  • prop details, shine
  • exhaust pipe needs to shine more
  • "kicking mule" logo is too large and needs to move down a bit
  • cable wires in rear fuse need to be darker
  • cable wires in front fuse are incorrect (see below)
1. make the hole large enough to fit both wires
2. make the hole oval shaped
3. make 2 holes one for each wire
4. make one hole regular size and ignore 2nd wire
5. make NO hole for these cables
6. make hole a bit oval shaped and large, plus make rear holes larger too

I'm inclined to try the last suggestion.

I've listed a few photos on the FURBALL website, so if anyone seeing this page wants to make comments about this plane, please go here.


Here are some cropped pictures of the HIRES skin. I notice that the
wing-strut wires running to the fuselage from the upper wing do NOT go
through designated cable holes. Is that intentional? Look at pic 4a ...
a closeup of the spot I am referring to.

Otherwise it looks FANTASTIC! You have done a terrific job with the FERIO
emblem, background, outline, etc. VERY NICE JOB.

Here are some more hires cropped screenies.

It's damned tough getting a 3rd person close up view, in flight, with other
planes in the picture. I was lucky to manage what I did... guess I'm just
fumble fingered. Hope these suit your needs.


Thanks for the info about the cable hole. I'll work on
that... are there 2 wires? should i make 2 holes? I can eliminate
the hole entirely, but i don't want to. I like to get those kind of details just right.


Yes... it looks like there are two (2) wires. You can see them in at least 2
of the pics I sent... closely spaced together and appearing to touch the
fuselage a bit above the single cable hole you have on each side, just above
the lower wing.

As I've said before... you're the artist... you make it work the way YOU want!


Sure look nice. thanks for the pics. I'll continue refining the skin.

1. on the tail, cable holes and wires need to be a bit larger and wires darker
2. horizontal stab outer edge is a bit off the template
3. rudder blue needs a bit darker, saturation
4. more work on cowl shine
5. mule and 5 on fuse need to be about 95% smaller.
6. I need to find the color for the wing cables. They appear too dark

Great pics Kraxus!!! the way I get some pics with enemy planes is i fly outside
the plane and try to get close. all the time, I'm using the numeric keypad to
get a nice shot of my plane, enemy somewhere nearby. Like you did on the pic
with the spad. Nice job!!!!

One thing that might help is to make wires less noticeable, gray instead of black. if i find the place
that makes them black, sometimes, it's not possible to change color, as in the PILOT. there is no skin for him.

Hellcat prop has no way to change color or skin it, it is BLACK, AFAIK!

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"I just enjoy a 'total immersion' sort of approach to whatever I do, so I decided to create an ongoing journal in the form of a diary for a fictitious flier. I use what I learn in my historical research, and what I experience in my game play, combine them with a very (VERY!) vivid imagination... and put it all into words."

Excerpts as follows:
March 16th 1918, [Saturday]

 Rain and fog. We did not fly today; the skies opened shortly after midnight and the entire area of our aerodrome is soaked. The field bears the long drag marks made by the tail skids on our machines and the parallel depressions made by our wheels, and all are now filled with water reflecting the dull light of the overcast skies. Thick fog blanketed the entire region during a brief respite from the rain which lasted for roughly two hours shortly after dawn. It was then washed away by a second downpour which degraded to a monotonous, steady rainfall lasting through the entire afternoon.

 The infantry troops encamped along the perimeter of our field and billeted in canvas tents set upon wooden pallets are awash in mud and misery. There was a brief row just before lunch which I witnessed as I made my way from the mechanic sheds to the squadron mess. A grizzled Army sergeant had half a dozen doughboys braced up in the pouring rain, berating them for using their bayonets to dig the thick, viscous mud from their boots. His argument looked to be falling upon deaf ears, and I could well sympathize with the men as I looked at the thick clods adhering to their feet. It was impossible to see their boots for the massive pack of sticky clay lumped at the base of their legs. I continued on to the mess, glad that I was not subject to the wrath of the towering and intimidating sergeant. When I returned to my quarters a short time later, two of the men were sitting on the running board of a lorry and using metal tent stakes to dig the clay from their feet. The other two were engaged in stacking crates of ammunition atop wooden pallets to keep them out of the pooling water. A tarpaulin lay nearby, ready to be used to cover the stacked crates.

 We’ve heard that the French and British made a push today, somewhere north of Rheims, but we’ve not yet heard any details. The mechanics are working to repair my bus, but the lacquer does not dry particularly well in a humid atmosphere. Still, I am told that I may expect my faithful #5 to be ready to take the air again when the weather clears.

April 12th 1918, [Friday]
Shortly after midday we received an alert call, informing us that an unknown Boche machine had been sighted south of Toul, heading in our direction along the Meuse valley. Lieutenant Jerry Falkenhan and I were standing on alert status when the notice came in, and we got off the field within minutes. Although the cloud layer was rather low over the valley, we immediately climbed for a bit of altitude and settled in at just over 2,000 feet as we followed the river northward.
Within less than ten minutes we spotted two machines circling one another several miles ahead and adjusted our heading to intercept them. Having been sent after one Boche machine, and now anticipating the possibility of engaging two opponents, both Falkenhan and I tugged at the charging handles of our Vickers guns. However, within seconds we could see tracers flashing between the machines, and it quickly became apparent that the two were engaged in a fight.
Moments later one of the two began trailing a plume of gray smoke and fell into a tight vrille whilst the other machine circled slowly above it. The falling machine disappeared into a densely wooded section of forest quite near the river, and although the trees prevented us witnessing the actual impact, the velocity with which it fell was certainly enough to dash it to splinters. We saw no flames or smoke to indicate that it had burned.
As we arrived over the place where it had fallen, we saw that the remaining machine was a Nieuport N28 wearing the new hat-in-the-ring emblem of the 94th Squadron. As I drew parallel with the N28 I threw my little bus over onto its right wing, raising the left wing momentarily so that the pilot might see the  US red-blue-white roundel on the underside and know us for friends. As I leveled again, the pilot of the N28 raised his right hand to the corner of his brow in salute, wagged his wings briefly, and then made a virage to the left and flew due north toward Toul.
I returned his salute, banked away to the right, and fell upon a course to the south with Lieutenant Falkenhan off my left wing tip. We found the flags whipping along the bluff edge of the field at Epiez, but managed to land with only minor buffeting.