Finders Keepers (Battle)

[Lt. Aiden Jacka]

OOC: OK i have bought sandbags with the lovely donation Stephen sent me. So the yellow things on the map are my sandbags.

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Lieutenant Aiden Jacka crouched at the first line of defense of the village. He had piled the sandbags about five feet high with some small gaps to serve as loop holes. He had been very precise when making the loop holes so they were small enough so that hitting the defenders would be a challenge but still big enough for the defenders to have good arcs of fire. The loop holes had been built in at crouching level.

After surveying the sandbags one last time David was satisfied with the barricade and he began to reach for an ammo clip from his webbing pouch. He slammed the high capacity thirty round magazine into the magazine housing area on his M1 Carbine and momentarily rested the muzzle of the weapon on the loop hole.

Private Flanagan was defending the sandbag barricade to the south of the village he had been tasked with neutralizing any enemy force that attempted to assault the village from the river. The loop holes in his sandbags were even smaller than in the others as he only needed a narrower arc of fire. He drew back the bolt on his Lee-Enfield and moved his eye to the iron sight. He watched the area in front of him. In broad daylight there was no way he would not see the enemy coming.

Corporal James Fox was positioned on the second floor of the village pub. he found it unusual that this was the only house in the village with a second floor. He supposed it was because the bartender and his family would sleep upstairs. he snatched up his Lee-Enfield and drew back the bolt. he looked to his left to see that the Private under his command was doing the same. They peered out through their loop holes their vigilant eyes scanning the area for any signs of an enemy advance.

Corporal Fox had been tasked with weakening any enemy attacks before they could reach. He was a good shot and he was in a perfect elevated position for sniping. And the same could be said for Private Roden who was also positioned on the second floor of the tavern. The two set their sights to one hundred and twenty meters for maximum accuracy.

"Fix Bayonets and set your sights to fifty meters" barked Aiden while adjusting his own sight.

Flanagan heard his commanders orders from his defensive position to the south of the village and fixed his bayonet. Then he set his own sights to one hundred meters.

Lieutenant Jacka rested the sling of his insanely powerful Webley revolver around his neck to make sure he could not lose it in combat.

He wondered how he and his men would escape if they failed to hold the village. The Landing zone for their Lancaster bomber was near by and without a safe LZ they would be denied evacuation. He gritted his teeth. He was determined to hold the town their lived could all depend on it.

[Nathan Whyte]

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David, just so you know, the sandbag barricade is about waist high. To bo honest, with the area you are blocking, it should only be two feet tops, so consider yourself very lucky I'm letting you get this.

However, the small barriacade at the very south of the map is gonna have to go.

Oh, and if you complain in this battle, seriously, I will have you die. I'm sick of the constant crap I get whenever I try and do your battles.

Also, the changing of the range of the Lee Enfield sights has taken them out of line slightly. The accuracy of your units will be decreased to start with, but they'll be able to try and fix this as the battle carries on.

Next post; - Some Nazi or another![/color]

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Thanks,
~Danny

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

OOC: hey Rhys, as it stands it is 6 on 10, if you wish to bring two more NPCs feel free as DBev said he would be ok with just out numbering us by two.

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McMillan looked about as his rag tag team of misfits strolled about the mostly peaceful forest, there was the occasional distant explosion or burst of gunfire, but it seemed they had chosen a better path to get back to base. The slightly dense forest began to clear up as it neared the small town. Once near the edge, but not quite, McMillan halted the squad and they all took a knee. He pulled out his binoculars ans slowly scanned the buildings and what not. He pulled them down about an inch and squinted to place everything in is mind, having noticed that the area was either occupied or had been recently. The sand bags were fresh and that was a rarity out in this neck of the woods.

McMillan motioned for the squad to remain low and move into the building remotely located from the town on his move. He glassed over the area once more and scurried over to the building, there was very little cover from that point on and it didn't look any better once inside. McMillan knelt down by the first window, his squad remaining below the window seals, and slowly peered over the edge. "Gonna be a good day." he muttered to himself, he knew that the squad might be trying to stare a hole in his back for using english, but he also knew none of them were dumb enough to try and stare a hole in his chest. "Ich entdecke sandbags, an der Hauptleitung öffnend und auf dem Dach vom größeren Gebäude. Revien, haben Sie ein Aussehen."

McMillan slid back into the room a bit, it was a pretty old building, looked as if no one had kept it up in years, there were no lights, and the doors were barely hanging on. He checked his chambers and gripped his balde and grenades individually making sure everything was where he had put it. "Sie haben Recht wo wir müssen gehen so sich vorbereitet dafür." he spat as he cinched up his sling around his left forearm. they were clearly at a disadvantage and a head on assault was just plain suicide, this was going to be a career builder.

McMillan smiled as he tucked his binoculars back in their case and wished he had smoked that cigarette when he had thought about it a quarter-mile back. He shrugged slightly as the thought drifted off. This was combat, or was about to be at least and he was squaring his head away for the duty ahead.



Translations:
Ich entdecke sandbags, an der Hauptleitung öffnend und auf dem Dach vom größeren Gebäude. Revien, haben Sie ein Aussehen.
I spot sandbags, at the main opening and on the roof of the taller building. Revien, have a look.

Sie haben Recht wo wir müssen gehen so sich vorbereitet dafür.
They are right where we need to go so get ready for it.

[Stephen Colly]

The cold air blew against Stephen’s face, he was kneeling behind a sand bag in the cold, his Browning Automatic rifle in his hands, he had just loaded the thing with 30 rounds, it was fully loaded, it was also quiet heavy.
Two privates from Stephen’s unit were there as well, he had been assigned to look after them as they were new and this was their first time in combat, the third private was up in one of the houses, with Lt. Jacka’s men, one corporal and another private. One other man under his control was to the South of the village.
The Lieutenant was loading his rifle along the line of sandbags and was ordering his men to do the same and fix their baroynets, Stephen was taking orders from him and did the same, so did the other two privates along the line.
The countryside was far out ahead of them, a long river was widening it’s way peacefully through the fields, clumps of trees were dotted here and there, that was all Stephen could see from where he was.

”Lieutenant Jacka sir.” Stephen said, hurrying down the line towards the man who was busy putting his revolver around his neck, ”Sir, do you want me to go and check on the men at the South of the village, or should I stay here?” he asked, kneeling down low and glancing out at the empty landscape ahead of them. He took out his binoculars and scanned the scene, seeing nothing.
”Want to look through sir?” he asked, offering the Lieutenant the binoculars, giving a faint smile.

[revien]

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OOC: I made all the units square instead of circles (it helps, believe me) and I changed some of the colours for reasons I can't quite remember . Anyhoo, here be-eth my post.

Marlon Revien let the calm Italian breeze ripple through his hair and stared at the object before him, a fixed glare in his eagle-like eyes. All that stood in the way of a few weeks' peace and perhaps some recognition as a skilled commander in the SS, was a loosely defended building, manned by a team of determined Britons who Revien knew would not give up their position lightly. They would pay the price for their stubborness. Their blood would be spilled across the vinelands and all that grew there would wither and die as a lasting testament to the unwilling sacrifice they would make for the SS. Revien smirked. It was almost poetic.

The 49th Infantry Division, or so Revien had learned in dispatches, had taken the insignificant village of Danago but days before, killing a large squad of unknowing servants of the SS, sealing their fate. The insult they had caused to the Waffen SS had resounded across Italy and without hesitation, retalliation had been issued. Marlon Revien was ready to fight.

The men around him seemed to bolster a shared emotion, echoing through the dense woodlands with strength. Excitement, determination, fear...so much fear. Revien had once seen a young private actually wet himself on the field of battle many moons ago. But the men here were steadfast, almost mechanical, and didn't hesitate to shoot to kill, regardless of the situation.

"Viel Glück, Männer," he said grimly, tightening the grip on his weaon. "Lassen Sie den Obstgärten laufen rot mit Blut. Einfach nicht bekommen Sie es auf Ihrem Tuniken," The Frenchman gave his companions a deadly smile, showing them every single one of his shark-like teeth. "Sieg Heil!"

Translations

Viel Glück, Männer. Lassen Sie den Obstgärten laufen rot mit Blut. Einfach nicht bekommen Sie es auf Ihrem Tuniken. Sieg Heil!
- Good luck, men. Let the orchards run red with blood. Just don't get any on your tunic. Hail victory!

[Lt. Aiden Jacka]

OOC: The post's not very well writen as I'm very tired at the moment.

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"Negative, Private. Hold your ground," said Jacka shortly, answering the young man's request. The private offered the Lieteunant his binoculars and with a rare smile, he accepted and brought them to his wary eyes.

Aiden's eyes were glued to the lenses of the binoculars as he watched the enemy forming up in the building across the river. He knew the key to victory in this battle would be making the enemy take as much time and effort as possible to cross the river. He decided that he had to attempt to make them think twice about crossing.

"Men. I have seen the enemy's weapons and they seem geared up for some close quarter fighting. Switch your sights back to the battle sight" barked Aiden.

The soldiers switched their sights back to the battle sight.

"Be ready for the enemy to attempt to flank you. If they split up keep an eye on all of them I don’t want any of them sneaking up on us. Concentrate on making your shot's count. There's no doubt this battle will be a hard one. But we must hold this position to buy time for our escape boat to arrive. Good hunting" said Aiden loudly.

Aiden crept over the sandbags keeping as low as possible. He then crawled over to the nearest tree.

Corporal Fox observed David and the Private as they moved up to the tree. He could tell they needed a distraction. He gave Private Roden the hand signal for covering fire and the two aimed their rifles out of the loop holes of the sandbags.

Corporal Fox sighted an enemy Private in the window of the small building. Resting his rifle on the sandbags he began to control his breathing. As the front of the rifle was supported steadily by the sandbags he moved his left hand to the rear of his rifle to support the butt. After breathing in and out a few times he breathed out and fired a perfectly aimed shot toward the enemy. Fox and Roden both opened up with suppressive fire. When the two had expended five rounds they ducked back behind the sandbags and reloaded a five round charger into their Lee-Enfields.

Jacka crawled slowly out from the cover of the tree and took up position ready to fire. He sighted an exposed enemy soldier standing in the open doorway. He raised his iron sight up to eye level in preparation to fire. He controlled his breathing and gripped the rifle tightly. He pressed the butt of the rifle firmly into his shoulder. Aiden fired a single shot followed by two more rapid shots towards the enemy Private.

Jacka charged back to the safety of the sandbags under covering fire from Corporal Fox. He then reloaded his weapon and rested the barrel on the sand bags.

"Be ready for an enemy counterattack. Shoot them on sight." Said Aiden loudly.

[Nathan Whyte]

Mod.....

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I got bored with Navy, so I though Orange would ake a nice change for a wee while. Anyway, time to get to the less pressing matters around here...

• Re-adjusting their sights, the Allies have screwed them up EVEN MORE!!!!!!!
  
• Corporal Fox, firing towards the enemy, over the flaming massive distance, he missed, he bullets impacting into the side of the building, sending a small flurry of splinters in the air, but nobody was hurt. The further suppression shots fired in quick succesion missed the building completely, and there were definately no injuries.
  
• Roden's shots from the tavern were also very ineffective, missung the building, or hammering into the roof.
  
• Jacka's shots were also pretty much useless, as after the sprint to the tree, his breathing was all over the place, and he struggled to get a target. On his retreat to the Sandbags, no enemy shots hit him. That isn't to say they didn't try.
  

Next Post: - [/u] JT[/color]

First off you stole my color, and second off does the side of your warhawk in your mini say "GAY" on it?
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-JT

[revien]

OOC: Hi, sorry to make an OOC post but can the Posting Order be changed to Allied, Allied, Axis, Axis, please?

[Nathan Whyte]

In light of JT not posting, I'll allow that.

Colly, post when you're ready.

[Stephen Colly]

OOC - For some reason, image shack doesn't want to upload my map, the only change is my private in the house has shot at one of the Germans in the other house. That's all.

“Negative, Private. Hold your ground,”

Fine, Stephen had orders to follow and so he was to stay here, great…The CO had told the company to set their sights to battle mode, Stephen did as he was told even though he didn’t think it was a good idea, but orders were orders.

Jacka was now shouting morale words to the others, saying the battle would be a hard one…great…maybe Stephen would die now like Edward McMillan. He grabbed his binoculars back from Aiden as the man went over the sandbags and crawled forwards towards the trees and started to shoot at the enemy, Stephen looked through the binoculars, to see if the shots had gone any damage…no, they hadn’t, it just aroused the attention of the Fritz.

”Shit.” Stephen said out loud as he saw the CO and the private come back through fire from where the other men were in the buildings. The other private under Colly’s command had been signalled to fire from the house as well, this private started to fire at one of the German privates by the window as well. Stephen set up his gun just as Jacka and the private came back, stuffing with shaking hands, the binoculars back in his pocket. He was really freaking out, all the guns, the loud noises had made him start to get jumpy and he stared through the eye hole of the gun, shaking slightly.

The private next to him had done the same and Stephen flicked a smile towards him and then looked back down the barrel of the gun, waiting.

[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post

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Nice easy Mod post.

Colly's Pvt. - Firing towards the German-held house, his bullets had a similar effect to the other bullets, damaging the façade, but nothing else.

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[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

McMillan listened as enemy fire chip away at the exterior of the building, they were either too far away or they just couldn’t shoot very well. After another gaze through his binoculars it seemed as there just wasn’t enough cover to the south to try a flanking maneuver and the enemy probably knew it as well having been set up to watch the front entrance so heavily. ” Zeit, in die Kämpfejungen, Herbert, Jaeger, Yohann auf mir, Bruno Aufenthalt mit den restlichen Männern, anzukommen, bewegen!” McMillan shouted as he pointed to each of them. The Allies had a nice spot to just sit back and wait this one out, no need for them to abandon their cover for this, so it seemed that McMillan and his men would be doing the offensive moves for the most part.

With that he walked in a kneeling position over to the northern window on the eastern side of the small building and peered over the ledge, having been to the range with these men he knew he was by far the better shot and figured he might as well try to make one of them count. He pulled his rifle up to his shoulder and pulled it in tight, not bringing his sights up just yet he looked out toward the sandbags near the main entrance for a second then brought his sights on line, closing his left eye, he squeezed of one single round and then a couple quick shots afterward for good measure. He spun around and let the sling catch his rifle as he grabbed his smoke canister and used a small hand gesture for his men to wait for his signal and headed out the Southern door having already pulled the pin, but holding the spoon. With a nice crow hop he heaved the canister toward the sandbags, knowing it probably wouldn’t reach but he didn’t want it to anyway.

With the momentum from the throw he took a couple steps and slid in behind the closest tree taking a few deep breaths to get ready for the move. He began to hear the distant hiss of the smoke pushing out of the can and waited a solid eight or nine seconds before throwing his hand up and standing up himself. Yohann was the first to emerge firing off a round before getting in line with McMillan, Jaeger, the youngest of the bunch, followed suit and Herbert just ran. McMillan was the first to reach the water’s edge and slid into the muddy edge, pulling his rifle up once more and firing off a few bursts as Yohann and Jaeger jumped in, rifles overhead trudging to the boat for a bit of cover and reloading once there trying to catch their breath.

Herbert stopped next to McMillan and gave him a firm tap on the shoulder and Edward lunged into the water as well. Herbert fired off round after round until empty and scooted on back to the tree Edward had made his stop at and reloaded. McMillan thought didn’t head for the boat, instead he went around the northern side of it and pulled himself onto the bank, laying down he fired off a few bursts to try and keep their heads down and then scurried over to the nearest tree, swapping our mags on arrival, Yohann and Jaeger were popping off a few rounds over the boat, but they were blind shots just trying to make this work out. McMillan the other would use the smoke screen as a chance to get into a better position as well.



Translations:

Zeit, in die Kämpfejungen, Herbert, Jaeger, Yohann auf mir, Bruno Aufenthalt mit den restlichen Männern, anzukommen, bewegen!
Time to get into the fight boys, Herbert, Jaeger, Yohann on me, Bruno stay with the rest of the men, let’s move!



Fire:
McMillan - couple shots from window, threw smoke canister after exiting southern door, several shots from western bank, several from eastern bank
Yohann – one from door, few from water
Jaeger – one from door, few from water
Herbert – entire clip from western bank

All shots were directed at the main entrance position

[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post

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• Firing a burst of automatic fire with his cert, Edward's bullets have been the most successful in this skirmish. However, over such a long range, they were still quite ineffective against the low targets behind the sandbags.
  
  
• The bullets landed either in the nearby ground or the sandbags. However, it had the effect of temporaily suppressing the soldiers, having them flatten themselves against the sandbags.
  
  
• The smoke grenade landed on the opposite river bank, between the two trees (see map (Yes it's rough.)). The wind is a gentle North-Easterly breeze.
  
  
• Waiting for the smoke to be properly deployed from the grenade, McMillan and the other men had sufficient cover for their dash from the building to the boats.
  
  
• Yohann & Jager, firing rounds from the door had similar effects to McMillans, missing their targets, but causing them to flinch and duck again.
  
  
• The river is going out, and the bank is ~1.5 meters wide, steep and very muddy, going down about 1m. The water itself is 160cm at the deepest, but their is a thick layer of mud underneath. (Due to no description of the river previously, I used what JT had said and used some artistic license)
  
  
• Sliding in to the mud, McMillan's further shots missed completely, due to being put off by the smoke, but this time, emboldened by the lack of accuracy thus far, the enemy fired a few shots in retaliation. McMillan had the sene to get down, but the Allied soldiers were firing blindly in to the smoke, and the hastily fired bullets landed in the mud and water.
  
  
• Pvts. Yohann and Jaeger were partly blocked by the smoke, and managed to get to the boat without getting hit. Firing pretty much blindly from behind the boat, there bullets have little effect, and by now the enemy was getting used to the firing and managed to stay up, returning fire. Several bullets have hit the boat, and it is starting to take on water, over time, it will carry on sinking, and if the battle last long enough, will sink.
  
  
• McMillan managed to successfully get through the water, his superior strength pulling him through the mud and water in small leaps and bounds.
  
  
• Firing from the far bank, he managed to get a small hit. Colly's northern most NPC took a bullet in his right arm. The wound hit the muscle and just skimmed over, making a bloody gash.
  
  
• Moving along the grass, the enemy managed to get a hit on the sodden German soldier. A lucky bullet thudded in to his right forearm, slicing through the muscle about a centimeter under the skin and exiting on the other side. Not a serious wound, but it will prove an annoyance, easpecially when firing.
  

Next Post:[/u] Revien[/color]

[Nathan Whyte]

Revien,

I know your gear has dissapeared, but beg, borrow, and steal. You have 48 hours to go, then your turn is forfeited.