Scouts Meet in a Foreign Wood (Marlon, Conrad, Ho

[johnson]

Here is the map





post order

Marlon
Conrad
Howard

[revien]

SS-Unterscharführer Marlon Revien pushed through the harrying forest viciously, making sure not to fall prey to the many treacherous vines that littered the floor. He instilled the fear of god into the two young Europeans who followed him - Luca Innocenzo, a pleasant man from Naples and Luc Madoc, a grim private who hailed from Marseilles - and he doubted very much that tripping and landing flat on his face would particularly inspire the two.

The early morning air was still; there was no discernible weather to be seen and this put Revien ill at ease. He liked staring the enemy in the face and the weather was included in this. It seemed it had chosen to remain hidden for the time being at least. Not unlike, mused the Unterscharführer, the men he had been following for the past mile and a half. A small British scouting party had passed by the small city of Besançon - or so the locals stated - and Revien had been instantly selected to intercept those who deemed it neccesary to trespass on Nazi-dominated lands and deal with them accordingly. The Frenchman rubbed his rough hands together and smiled broadly. This was what he missed so much; the chase! He was the hound and they were the fox. And soon their orange coats would be matted with blood. Yes. That seemed a fair analogy.

The one true hound amongst the group was the great German Shepherd, Rommel, a beast of great power and strength who had ripped many an unsuspecting Briton to shreds with his unsettlingly sharp teeth, almost always stained in blood. He was even more brutal than the SS who had trained him and was often used as an effective method into keeping fresh recruits on their toes. A quick five kilometre-run was run so much faster when the jaws of the hound from hell were inches away from your rear. "Droit, mesdames," said Revien, turning to the wary men and signalling Rommel in a single flick of the hand to sit. "Nous pouvons reste ici pendant un certain temps pour que vous puissiez obtenir un peu de poids de vos orteils peu délicat. Restez vigilants, l'ennemi pourrait être à proximité et je ne veux pas priver Rommel de son sport. Ou pour moi-même cette question. Si vous voyez quelqu'un - ou rien - d'ouvrir le feu sur toute les pièces de rechange, mais le chef de file garder en vie. Wolfram toujours aimé une bonne interregation..."

The men nodded thankfully and wiped the sweat from their brows. Revien turned away, satisfied, and scanned the area all around him in case of any immediate threats. But there was nothing to see. "Allez, vous anglais salauds," he muttered to himself. "Prêt ou pas, je viens ici. Venez jouer dehors ..."

Translations
Droit, mesdames. Nous pouvons reste ici pendant un certain temps pour que vous puissiez obtenir un peu de poids de vos orteils peu délicat. Restez vigilants, l'ennemi pourrait être à proximité et je ne veux pas priver Rommel de son sport. Ou pour moi-même cette question. Si vous voyez quelqu'un - ou rien - d'ouvrir le feu sur toute les pièces de rechange, mais le chef de file garder en vie. Wolfram toujours aimé une bonne interregation...
(Right, ladies. We can rest here for a while so you can get a bit of weight of your dainty little toes. Stay vigilant; the enemy could be nearby and I don't want to deprive Rommel of his sport. Or myself for that matter. If you see anyone - or anything - open fire on any spares but keep the leader alive. Wolfram always likes a good interregation...)

Allez, vous anglais salauds. Prêt ou pas, je viens ici. Venez jouer dehors...
(Come on, you English bastards. Ready or not, here I come. Come out and play...)

[hawkins]

OOC: Sorry for the slight god-modding, John. I moved you to the edge with the other men. If you would like, I can change it back.


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Conrad breathed the perfect French air he had woken to two hours earlier. Privates Hunter and Thomas were behind him with Sergeant Johnson, the squad medic. The night before, the group had gone through a small French village. Conrad was able to get some information from the resistance. Being an English aristocrat, he was taught French and Latin in school. He had found out earlier from the resistance that the Germans often made search parties for Allied operatives. They would often send out small squads with dogs. Small squads were frightening, but dogs were simply mortifying.

The young corporal had led the group away and into the woods far outside the village and in the country. Knowing a search party would not go out until morning, the corporal made sure the man had gotten sleep the night before. Now he looked up into the woods and saw vine, brush, and wood in every direction. Having been through the area, he remembered what it all looked like in the moonlight, the morning was slightly different. The men had all eaten small amounts of food, knowing the scent would bring dogs to find them; hopefully only one dog would be there.

Picking up his M3, the corporal checked that it was clean and slid the .45 calibre cartridge into the small SMG. He truly loved being an enlisted man because he always shot better than any officer. Looking to Hunter and Thomas, he could see the men loading their rifles with the ten-round stripper clips of the Enfield rifle. He was sure the thick forest would block any clicking sounds from travelling very far. Now, he turned his attention to the new medic that was assigned to the squad for the French mission.

Speaking quietly, the corporal said his words with as much respect as he could muster to a higher ranking NCO while still being in charge. “Sergeant, you know the drill for dogs, right? Just do your business as best you can and I’ll have my men in order. We’ll move closer to the edge of the woods and wait as long as it takes. The corporal stopped before he ordered the men out. He noticed a mud puddle off to the side, obviously left over from a storm that came two days earlier. It was small and muddy. “Before we leave,” he said clearly, “we will all give ourselves a good washing in that mud. Leave your rifles to the side and start covering yourself in mud. I would suggest you do the same, Sergeant; so long as you keep the med’ bag clean. We need to make sure nothing can track our scent down.”

Soon, the men were covered in mud. They wiped their hands and arms of the stuff and grabbed up their rifles, ready for a fight. They walked through the woods, dodging branches and stepping through vines until they arrived at the edge of the forest and came to an abrupt halt. Now, it was time for Sergeant Johnson to do his job.

[johnson]

The cool, crisp air of the morning stung Sergeant Johnson's face when he awoke. He was a little groggy, but quickly made a small breakfast. After everyone else had woken and gottten ready for the day, he emptied his medical bag and started to sort the items and place them back in the bag. Finishing the job, he hefted the equipment onto his shoulder. Once Howard had his equipment on, he pulled on both of his Red Cross armbands. Then, he put on his American Mk. II helmet with Red Crosses painted on the surface.

The walk through the forest was quite treacherous; all Howard could see were vines and branches. The only way he could find his was by following the man in front of him and watching his own feet. Once he noticed the group come to a halt near the edge of the wood, Howard heard Hawkins tell them to go themselves in mud. Upon hearing this, Howard set down his medical bag and started to rub mud all over himself and his clothes. He told himself he could get a new uniform back at the base. When he was done, he was told that he needed to perform his special duty; placing the bait. Howard opened a c-ration of beef stew and set it under the petroleum-tablet stove near the edge of the forest. After placing the object, he run behind the other men and watched. He laid down on the ground and took his helmet off to hide the red cross that would give him and his allies away if seen.

[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post

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Sgt. Johnson: Cooking the meat, the smell has wafted through the trees and come to the attention of Revian's dog who is now straining against his leash, eager to go and find the meat.

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[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Could I possibly join and help the Frenchie out?

[Nathan Whyte]

Rhys actually volounteered to be on his own, and it would tip the scales unfairly in your favour if you were to join. Sorry Strum, but no.

[revien]

OOC: Left out movement lines by accident.

Without warning, the great beast Rommel went absolutely mental, thrashing around wildly, his snout curled in a silent snarl. Revien leapt from his seat on a circular tree stump and kneeled down next to the hound, stroking its mahogany coat and maintaining eye contact. Marlon was naturally good with animals and had spent most of his life living in rural France near a large stretch of woodlands that appeared to be something of a hotspot with the local wildlife. He himself had two dogs of the same breed as Rommel, although slighter and faster than the restrained hound, Vercengeterix and Napoleon, who had themselves been signed up into the Waffen-SS roughly at the same time that Revien had joined its ranks. They were both dead now, of course. Few dogs lasted long under the swastika but those who did, the veteran few, were deadly. And Rommel fitted nicely into this category.

"On dirait qu'il sent l'odeur fétide de la Grande-Bretagne," observed Marlon. "De conduire toute personne sauvage, je suis sûr...Madoc, Innocenzo, venir," he said in hushed tones, rising slowly to his feet. "Gardez faible et s'en tenir à l'ombre des arbres, un peu de cape et d'épée est nécessaire, je pense,"

The privates nodded, not needing to be told twice, and followed their leader through the steady forest until they reached a small clearing that jutted out to the bank of a fast flowing river, only partially crossable. Peering past the minor obstacle before him, Revien at last saw the vague, uncertain shapes of the enemy in the distance. There seemed to be but a handful of them; five or six at the maximum and they seemed completely unaware of the Axis presence. But they were clever. Although the figures were blurred, being at such a distance, he could just make out that they had at least partially concealed themselves with mud, no doubt to allow as little possible of their natural scent out for Rommel to devour. Kneeling down near the side of the river, Revien was about to issue his orders when he saw Innocenzo raise his rifle. There was little chance of the man hitting - or for the enemy to hit them for that matter - but, aside from this, Revien did not wish to bring any unwanted attention to his location. Not yet, in any case. "Ne pas le feu - encore - nous les laisser venir à nous," he said, staying the Italian's hand. "Nous pouvons voir les blancs de leurs yeux et la rougeur de leur sang et Rommel peut avoir un peu de plaisir," he grinned. "Tout le monde est heureux,"

Translations

On dirait qu'il sent l'odeur fétide de la Grande-Bretagne. De conduire toute personne sauvage, je suis sûr.
(Looks like he smells the foul stench of the British. Enough to drive anyone wild, I'm sure.)

Madoc, Innocenzo, venir. Gardez faible et s'en tenir à l'ombre des arbres, un peu de cape et d'épée est nécessaire, je pense. Ne pas le feu - encore - nous les laisser venir à nous. Nous pouvons voir les blancs de leurs yeux et la rougeur de leur sang et Rommel peut avoir un peu de plaisir. Tout le monde est heureux.
(Madoc, Innocenzo, come. Keep low and stick to the shadows of the trees; a bit of cloak and dagger is needed, I think. Don't fire - yet - let's let them come to us. We can see the whites of their eyes and the redness of their blood and Rommel can have a bit of fun. Everyone's happy.)

[hawkins]

OOC: The red square represents the stove with the food on it. Also, sorry about the size of the dots. My paint programme really doesn't like me right now, nor anyone else for that matter. Just imagine that the dots are larger. I apologise; it always seems I'm causing problems with the map.


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Conrad took shallow breaths as he listened intently to the silent air, waiting for the enemy to come near. It happened without warning; the sound of a dog pulling against his leash came. The Germans had come. Corporal Hawkins looked to his side and motioned to Hunter and Thomas to follow him. Be careful to keep their rifles clean, they moved to the side and started following the corporal through the woods, finally stopping at the edge nearer the stream than before. The cool morning air was a relief to the corporal and his two men who were sweaty from the waiting and the mud. Luckily, the mud would stop the scent.

Conrad looked to the two men in tow; "drink some water now, before we go," he whispered. the men took out their canteens and took a few gulps before putting them away and getting closer to the edge of the forest. Corporal Hawkins looked one more time before he rushed into the grass between the woods and the hedge. Stopping at the end of the hedge, the corporal motioned to Hunter and Thomas to get low. Thomas looked out to the north toward the opposite side of the stream while Hunter knelt between the two and Corporal Hawkins knelt at the edge of the hedge, waiting for Sergeant Johnson to appear. Gripping his M3 tightly, the corporal could only wait for the Germans to make one false move.

[johnson]

Sergeant Johnson knew what had happened. The Germans were already onto the trick they pulled. So Howard went to the other idea the Cpl. told him earlier. So, he started walking toward the bridge with his canteen open. He started to whistle while he was walking. Howard came to the bridge and started to pull out some string. He bent over the side of the bridge and stuck his canteen in the water. The cold water bit at his hands, but he knew that he needed to get some more water. He filled his canteen, then he took out his other canteen that had brandy in it. (OOC: Medics carried a canteen of alcohol to help the wounded, off the pain by drinking it). He took a slug of it then thought of the hell he had been through for volunteering for this mission. Howard looked toward the area of trees. He started whistling again. Howard was getting tired so he put back the brandy and hooked his canteen onto his harness. This was the oppurtunity of his life. To really be able to help the hurting people of the war. That was his job. He remembered all of this while he was sitting on the bridge waiting for a sign of movement.

[Nathan Whyte]

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Conrad has gone bye-bye. Do you wish to carry on?[/color]

[johnson]

No, because I don't think a medic should lead some NPC's into battle, btw what happened to Conrad

[Nathan Whyte]

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Revian: Two well written posts, it's just a shame the battle ended prematurely, eh? 5CP

Johnson: Two posts but considerably shorter. 3CP[/color]


Issued -JT