Defending The Factory

[Laya Eteric]

Time of Day (24 Hour Clock): 2045; 30 October 1942.
Current Weather Conditions: Sun setting, twilight; partly cloudy with on-and-off drizzles every 30 or so minutes.

Map: RED = Laya; BLUE = NPC Conscripts on top floor/balcony; PURPLE = NPC Conscripts on bottom floor.

Dotted white lines indicate windows, Dotted Yellow are doors.





Laya glanced out one of the shattered windows of the factory. No sign of German troops...for the moment. But she knew that they would attack sometime within the night. If it weren't for the few fires around, it would be even dimmer than it was now. The factory, which produced farm equipment and tractors pre-war and then, til a month ago, tanks, was the biggest building within a hundred meters. It was partially destroyed on it's East side, but most of the rest was still standing. Directly in front of and below Laya was the factory's powerhouse, which was still able to provide lighting until the most recent bombing of the area. Strangely, the two massive smoke stacks, over one hundred fifty feet tall, were almost undamaged. Would make a great place for a sniper, if one could get up there...

Laya sipped a bit a rainwater that had pooled on the floor. She was somewhat fatigued, and could feel her her empty stomach growling...every so often, it gurgled loud enough that her other troops could hear. But for now, she was focused on keeping watch, making sure that there were no Germans attempting to sneak in the fading daylight. "Anyone else see anything?" she quietly asked. "No, not yet," answered one. Laya sighed. "Right...but if you do, don't open fire just yet, don't wanna give your positions TOO soon..."

But DO come soon, before I die of boredom!

Laya leaned out of the window to take a better look around. After scanning a few moments before quickly hiding herself again. The wait was nerve-racking, especially since it was getting dark. Seconds seemed like minutes, minutes seemed like hours...she needed something to happen, and soon. She held her rifle against her breast and sighed, looking at the troops there. There were two other Junior Sergeants, and another ten soldiers of low rank, four of which were under Laya's command...some up with her, some down below. One thing that was certain, though, was that Laya expected (and hoped) that they would all perform equally well--especially the other two Sergeants, and especially herself; they had a bigger burden on their shoulders than the low-ranking conscripts.

She rubbed her soft cheek and sighed. Sure, she wasn't as likely to die right now, but it sure allowed her to think about how and when it would happen. Even though the tall, chubby woman was hungry, at the same time she felt her gut twisting in a knot out of nervousness. Of course. That's another reason she wanted to fight right now; you get so racked up, stressed, and nervous almost to the point of nausea, but once you were fighting, you quickly became "too damn busy" to remember it.

...................

Her stomach let out another audible rumble.

God dammit, something needs to happen! This silence is maddening...if ANYTHING else, it'll get my mind off how hungry I am...

[William Luther]

Dark grey clouds had perpetually covered the Soviet sky for the last month, the rain only occasionally stopping. Of course, this didn’t stop the fires eating the city, large plumes of black smoke pushing in to the air, showing the German bombardment targets.

Stalingrad. The shithole of Russia, it seemed. The city had been under siege for months now, and the Soviet defenders were not giving out. It seemed unreal a single city could stop the might of the Third Reich. Sturmscharfuhrer Luther and his men had a simple enough task ahead of them. To assault a damaged factory, take out the defenders and give the 3rd SS a new forward operation base.

Of course, the plan had reached a hitch already. They were under orders to wait for a medic, a man from the Wehrmacht, Sanitätsunterfeldwebel Hoessman. He was late, and now Luther had half a platoon worth of soldiers sitting on their thumbs.

Luther looked around the ramshackle building his men were in. The entire Eastern half of it had collapsed, leaving a pile of rubble on the ground floor. His men were near the back of the building, away from windows looking at the factory to which they were vulnerable from enemy fire. They had light order; weapons, ammo, water and basic first aid kits. This shouldn’t be a long siege, but then again, intelligence had been wrong before.

”Hoffman,” he called, addressing the sniper he had brought with him. ” Top Stock des Gebäudes, Aufbau einer der überwachungsmodus. Finden Sie jede Offiziere, Senior NCO's und drop.” He nodded to himself, one thing done. As a quick afterthough, he called back, ” Hoffman, ich will Headshots. Wir sha nicht viel Aufhebens um die viele häftlinge. “

”Kutscher,” the MG42 operator this time, ” Zweite Etage dich. Sie können eine private to help you.” Three men disappeared up the staircases, moving towards their positions. Kutscher placed the bipod of his MG42 on a windowsill, with crates of ammunition next to him. Private Wolfgang was next to him, acting as a reloader-cum-spotter. It was a stand-off from the get-go – Russian soldiers were in the factory eyeballing the Germans. Kutscher gave a tentative call, ”Sturmschafuhrer, Genehmigung zur Ausübung?”
But the reply was the negative, not yet at least. Feeling slight uncomfortable, the two Germans sat by their heavy weapon, ready to assist the assault which Luther would be leading on the factory.

Hoffman went straight upstairs, to the damaged third floor of the building. He lay low, crawling out to the near the ledge of the building. He was above the Russians in the factory, and hopefully they wouldn’t notice him, giving more of their attention to the MG42. He trusted the MG operator, and knew if the Russians started firing on the sniper then the MG42 would open up, giving Hoffman chance to either return fire or to take cover behind the surviving walls of the building. He resisted the urge to fire initially, scanning all the targets looking for signs of leadership. One female on the far right of the upper floor caught his attention; she had a certain air about her, authority. He kept an eye on her with his peripherals whilst he continued to scan.

” Rottenfuhrer Frankfurter. Ich möchte Sie um hier zu bleiben, sie sind die Unterstützung Element. Die Dresdner als Assistent.” He addressed his faithful Corporal, a soldier that Luther had seen plenty of action with and knew he could trust to watch the rear.
”Jawohl, herr Sturmscharfuhrer,” was the respectful reply, as he climbed up to the second floor, Dresner in tow.

Luther was now down to twelve men on the ground floor. Himself, Unterscharfuhrer Honecker and ten Schutze. ” Beike, Schtriffer, Stempt, Meilen und Wagner. Sie sind mit mir. Becker, Fisher, muller, Smitt und Schulz sind mit der Unterscharfuhrer “ The men formed small groups, Honecker’s men to one side, Luther’s men around him and his K-9, Lucifer. ” Honecker, einen Moment bitte.”

Honecker came over, hands resting on his MP40. ”Sturmscharfuhrer?”
” Fortschritte zu erzielen, dass zerstört tank. Wir gehen für die üblichen Eintrag, gehen in der zweiten, verstanden?”
” Vollständig, Sturmscharfuhrer,” was the reply, accompanied with a grin, ”Nice and easy we’ll show these Communists how to fight a battle.”

Luther slapped the man on the arm, a rare gesture of affection before moving to his squad. ”Beike, Panzershreck.” He dropped his MP40 on to the sling and accepted the heavy metal tube. Speed, aggression, surprise. They would be necessary, and they would all be used.

His men gathered, crouching low whilst Luther checked the Panzershreck. Honecker's men sprinted out the door of the building towards the smoking hull of a German tank, taking cover behind the soldier metal of it. Doubtless, the Russian's had seen them, the only question was how many would be alive to defend against the assault?


Translations

Top Stock des Gebäudes, Aufbau einer der überwachungsmodus. Finden Sie jede Offiziere, Senior NCO's und drop. - top floor of the building, set up an overwatch. Find any officers, senior NCO’s and drop them.

Hoffman, ich will Headshots. Wir sha nicht viel Aufhebens um die viele häftlinge. - Hoffman, I want headshots. We shan't fuss about taking many prisoners.

Zweite Etage dich. Sie können eine private to help you -Second floor set yourself up. Take a Private to help you

Genehmigung zur Ausübung? – Permission to engage?

Rottenfuhrer Frankfurter. Ich möchte Sie um hier zu bleiben, sie sind die Unterstützung Element. Die Dresdner als Assistant - Rottenfuhrer Frankfurter. I want you to stay here, you are the support element. Take Dresner as an assistant

Beike, Schtriffer, Stempt, Meilen und Wagner. Sie sind mit mir. Becker, Fisher, muller, Smitt und Schulz sind mit der Unterscharfuhrer - Beike, Schtriffer, Stempt, Miles and Wagner. You are with me. Becker, Fisher, Muller, Smitt and Schulz are with the Unterscharfuhrer

Honecker, einen Moment bitte – Honecker, a moment please.

Fortschritte zu erzielen, dass zerstört tank. Wir gehen für die üblichen Eintrag, gehen in der zweiten, verstanden? - Move forward to that destroyed tank. We’ll go for the usual entry, go in on the second, understood?

Nizza und einfach, wir zeigen diese Kommunisten wie einen Kampf - Nice and easy, we’ll show these Communists how to fight a battle


OOC: I added some stairs in my building. Would the next Soviet mind doing so in the factory? Thank you

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[Aristarkh Ilya Boryenko]

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[[ooc:The modify was to fix the map.]]

Aristarkh hadn’t been in combat for a while since the attack on Stalingrad with his cousin Nikolia. The two had met up fought and left to go to a camp. He hadn’t seen him in a while but Aristarkh couldn’t give a few cares about him right now. He was busy trying to reinforce the factory the lay smack in the middle of a huge hot zone for the Soviets and Germans. The factory was still in running condition from what Aristarkh was told so therefore it was completely necessary to keep it in Soviet hands to make sure that it wouldn’t be used against the Russian army.

Aristarkh could now see the factory knowing that they’re ventures around the city were over as the soldiers jogged up to a small two story building as Aristarkh motioned for everyone to move to certain positions. Listen here. This Corpal will take you seven Privates to that area over there. Some in the hole the rest in the tank.

As the soldiers began to move to there’re positions Aristarkh turned to the other four privates and said to them easily, You four are with me. We will wait here and see if any of these buildings are full of Germans like they are supposed to be.

He let out a sigh and hoped that he would soon be out of this city and into a new Sergeant promotion after this battle. His new halftrack sat at the make-shift “garage” awaiting it’s first deployment as Aristarkh sat outside in the semi cold weather for the Soviet’s. Aristarkh let out one last breath making a cloud in the air before mumbling out Here we go boys

[Erdmann Hoesslein]

Erdmann was running late, but he knew he had to take care the last of those patients that now were off to where-ever the hell they needed to go. The dark clouds that loomed over the entire area of Stalingrad, the total waste of resources called a city. Occasional raining didn't stop the burning buildings but it sure as hell made everyone's life alot harder.

The Medic was going to meet William Luther, one of the more accomplished members of the Third Reich. It was going to be excellent to work under him and luckily Erdmann wasn't much a control-freak so then it wouldn't be an issue much between them hopefully. As they entered the area, the large 3 floor factory already had men inside. They could see the swastikas so it was the right people.

Upon entering the building Erdmann began to open his medic bag as he moved slowly through the factory trying to not attract attention as he was now surrounded by the men of the 3rd SS. The Medic didn't feel intimidated, but it wasn't much helping that he wasn't with his own 21st. He saluted to Luther, "Sir Luther, I am are reporting. Medic Sanitätsunterfeldwebel Erdmann Hoesslein," said Erdmann before he began to set-up so that he could get to work on patching up patients.

Erdmann was fully awake and full of spirits, him being around would raise morale knowing that the soldiers got some type of guardian angel with them. The landscape seemed barren with nobody within the area but everyone was looking around with a keen eye and paying attention to any unnatural movement.

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[Nikolai Boryenko]

OOC: I will go into the battle as a lone wolf, for the rest of it you wil see now in this post.

IC: Nikolai was crouched on a knee, covered by his makeshift camoflauge. It was made of ripped gray tarp and draped over his shoulders held into place by a light piece of string. He looked out of the broken out window, steadied by the sill. He looked through his scope with the vigilance that his father taught him to have. He wanted so badly for a German to step into his crosshairs, but he knew that patience was the way to stay alive.

Nikolai already knew where his allies were. They were briefed and given places to be. Five comrades in the building behind him and thirteen in a forward position. He had already seen the ones behind him move into the building and set up positions. He didn't mind talking to their leader, except for telling her where he would be. The other leader was too far away for him to get word to, so he hoped the man would be smart enough to recognize a friendly. Just then, something caught his eye through the scope. It was movement. His sight told the whole story. He spotted a face peering through a window and a few feet to his right a glint in the darkness. First thought that came to his mind was sniper. But he stopped himself and calmed himself. After staring at the glint for a second or two, he was now sure of what he saw. He raised his reticle until it was placed about a centimeter above the glint. He exhaled, then inhaled. His rifle already chambered and ready to fire. His mind was clear of any thoughts. He exhaled half way, then started to squeeze the trigger. The rifle went off. There was no pull, no flinch on his part. Then, while keeping his eye through the scope, he unbolted the rifle, then bolted it back. His hand the only thing moving.

Nikolai= The Purple Dot
Nikolai's shot was at the brown dot, A.K.A, the Nazi sniper. Just to clear up any confusion.

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[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

I'm gonna work on you guys' map before it becomes "difficult" then I'll work on the mod.

-JT

**EDIT**

All Soviet troops have been changed to squares to avoid any confusion in the future. All windows and doors have been placed within the walls of buildings they belong to, all door markers are windows on all floors that are not the bottom floor.

If you have any questions or concerns please feel free to ask.

Mod post should be up tomorrow.

New Map:

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[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:

Mladshii Serzhant Laya Eteric
Mladshii Serzhant Aristarkh Ilya Boryenko
Mladshii Serzhant Nikolai Boryenko
Experienced Conscript Tryselti Hootinto
Conscript (Unnamed)
Conscript (Unnamed)
Conscript (Unnamed)
Conscript (Unnamed)
Conscript Byron Davis
Conscript Beton Grant
Conscript Shane Dripshin
Conscript Bentyo Hentogo
Conscript Rydov Gorgus
Conscript Dedev Tyvzo
Conscript Gzeglo Hengel
Conscript Hiklyz Yzenkoo
Conscript Adalto Zjohnso
Conscript Feliks Sokolov
Conscript Petr Bykov

Morale = Anxious

Axis Soldiers:

Sturmscharführer William Luther
Sanitätsunterfeldwebel Erdmann Hoesslein
Unterscharführer Klaus Honecker
Sniper Daniel Hoffman
Gunner Kyle Kutscher
Rottenführer Ferdinand Frankfurter
Schütze Edmund Beike
Schütze Hans Schtriffer
Schütze Erik Stempf
Schütze Felix Miles
Schütze Achim Wagner
Schütze Erwin Becker
Schütze Diethelm Fisher
Schütze Julian Muller
Schütze Otmar Smitt
Schütze Pankraz Schulz
Schütze Erwin Dresner
Schütze Edward Wolfgang
K-9 Lucifer

Morale = Confident

Actions:

- The low light had an effect on Mladshii Serzhant Nikolai Boryenko's shot, but given that chaos has not enveloped everything, he had all the time he wanted. However given the angle of the shot (Which I am a bit unclear of, the sniper is on the top floor, no window, but you mention a window which pertains to the gunner on the second floor) and the majority of the target being behind cover he did not hit his mark. The round impacted the edge of the window/floor losing almost all of it's momentum and changed trajectory slightly.

- The target was extremely startled and adrenaline is seeping into him. No further damage was caused.

Next Post: Eteric (I think)

-JT

[Laya Eteric]

[OOC: Positions remain the same.]

Laya took a glance of the huge, shattered window, taking another look around. She could barely see some the troops belonging to Aristarkh, crouching behind a burned-out T-34. She sighed. Right...THEY'RE in position...as long as they are ready, and we're not surprised...we could pull this off!" she thought. She felt better about her situation now, since she knew were some of the other forces are. Even though they'd already discussed each other's positions, it was better that she actually could see them. She sighed, watching her breath in the air. It would not be too long now, hopefully. Just a matter of waiting, now.

"Footsteps..." whispered Ivan. Laya immediately straitened up and listened. Definitely steps, coming from the one side of the three floor building directly across from the factory. "A I thought...THAT'S the building that they're in. Keep alert, but don't make too much noise...oh...? she had notices a slight glimmer of light on the top floor. Is that a...? Moments later, the loud report of a rifle was heard, causing everyone to jump; out of the corner of her eye, Laya saw that the flash came from the power house...Nikolai had also seen the glint. "Here we go..."

Laya made sure that her rifle was loaded and ready, finally clicking the safety off. "Alright, now that the first shot has been fired, they could attack at any moment. Make sure everything is loaded, and be careful with your heads--I think they have a sniper on the third floor. So you might have to move sometimes. If there's not too many, we might even fight on the ground. But for now, we're covering Aristarkh and his troops. But don't fire too soon." She pressed her rifle against her chest and sighed. She then turned and took a look out the window. Didn't seem to be any difference. She quickly ducked back in. "Alright, not yet...but any moment now..."

The night was relatively quiet, once again...

[William Luther]

OOC: A note on the map: It may seem like I'm firing a Panzershreck in to a brick wall, but if there is a pile of rubble the size there is in my building, then the walls would have come down with it, so, logically, I'm firing through, well, nothing. However, if you disagree with this JT, please give Luther the mental faculties not to fire a PS in to a brick wall from half a metre away.


The tense silence of the stand-off was broken with a single shot. All of the Germans ducked instinctively, Luther even lost the urge to scream at the medic for saluting him, not only an NCO, but in the field of all places.

Hoffman rolled to his right, getting the partially demolished wall between him and the enemy sniper. He hadn't seen where the round came from, no muzzle flash in his conical view of the world. Still prone, he took a few moments, breathing in deeply and closing his eyes briefly, calming himself, and allowing his heart rate to return to normal before he returned to his position.

The MG42 was the first thing to react, Kutscher being guided by Wolfgang to place suppressing fire on to the small building in front of the factory, one Luther knew to house a generator. The occasional flicker of a tracer round confirmed this was the target, which took care of one threat for Luther, momentarily at least.

He quickly addressed the squad, ”Factory! Fire at the upper windows, I need covering fire!” Instantaneously, his men scrambled up to the windows, crouching behind them and bringing rifles to bear on the enemy windows. The lights inside the factory illuminated the enemy soldiers from behind, giving silhouettes to aim at. Very quickly, the seven 98k's on the ground floor began firing on the windows, rifles barking angrily, and Lucy joining in, enjoying the display of firepower.

Across the street, Unterscharfuhrer Honecker looked back towards Luther. Moments before, he had been informed of flankers by one of his Schutzes. He was unsure on the numbers, but he could make out at least one person behind a tank. He had quickly called his men around the corner of his tank, and called out. “Sturmscharfuhrer!”

Luther over to Honecker, who made quick, but clear hand signals indicating hostiles on their right flank. Luther swore under his breath, before signalling for Honecker's squad to suppress the flank. Honecker gave a quick acknowledgment, before quickly organising his squad, some men crouched, and others stood behind them to give a good battery of fire. ”Hold fire,” he clarified, ”at least until they expose themselves. “

Hoffman listened to the cacophony of firing, and peered over the partially destroyed window frame, still crouched. He saw that the MG42 had zeroed in on the low building, presumably where the enemy sniper was. Doubtlessly, the building would be levelled. Once that was out of the way, he'd be able to return to his spot and fire.

Meanwhile, barely ten seconds in to the opening of hostilities, Luther was ready to give a full reaction. His MP40 was pushed backwards on its sling, and the Panzershreck was being checked, Luther making sure it was ready to fire. Happy, he looked over to the pile of rubble. With two floors worth of flotsam and jetsam, as well as the caved in walls, there was a good four to five feet in the middle, of what was mostly bricks – a formidable barrier to small-arms fire.

He whistled quickly, and Lucy looked at him, ”lie down,” he commanded, and Lucy obeyed, sitting on the concrete, paws stretched out in front of her, mouth open and tongue hanging in the air. Luther couldn't help but smile as he confirmed his target through the window of the building. On his knees, and bent over to make sure he stayed below the ridge of the rubble, he moved towards it, and crouched, shouldering the weapon. He felt bare here, missing the wall, and quickly looked through the large metal blast shield on the front of the Panzershreck. He levelled it with the building from which the MG42 was targeting, and settled, making sure the weapon was still on his shoulder. He was aiming just to the left of the door, where worst case it would hit the door, detonate and cause major damage, and best case it would fly through the window, hit the back wall and detonate, and causing massive damage. The Panzershreck wasn't massively accurate, though, and he felt better aiming at a more central point than just the window, so if the round went of course it would probably still hit the building. Breathing in, he called out, ”Firing, firing!”

After a moment pause so that everybody could open their mouths and prepare for the blast, Luther pulled the trigger, feeling the powerful rocket launch towards the enemy building. He quickly brought himself back down behind the wall, laying the Panzershreck on the ground. ”Beike,” he called, indicating the Panzershreck. Beike and Schtriffer both wore harnesses on their backs containing more warheads, and Beike quickly offered Luther access to the harness. Luther extracted a round and began reloading the Panzershreck.

OOC: See Map One - The second part of the post is dependant on the success of part one. If the building was destroyed, then this part come in to play. If not, then there will be a repeat of part one, with adjusted aim.

As the round impacted, Sniper Hoffman moved, quickly moved back to his previous position, lying down and finding his aim again. Light shafted in to the warehouse from the north-east, giving illumination of targets as Hoffman quickly scanned for the female he had identified as the leader. He slowly pulled his gaze over the windows, looking for her. He had a blind spot, marked by the large chimney stack, but hopefully the explosion would have prompted the enemy leader to move to a position where she could put fire on to the German building.

Hoffman found her, and focused the crosshairs over her face, forming a 'T' with her eyes and nose. He was aiming for where the imaginary lines crossed. He had already checked the wind out with the small plumes of smoke in the background, but over this distance, it shouldn't make a massive difference. He made himself comfortable with his rifle, not in too much of a hurry to get the shot off. When it was time, he would be ready. He waited for a good moment, one where she would stop, perhaps to give orders, perhaps to open fire, but all the time he kept his crosshairs on her. Patiently stalking his kill. As soon as she stopped, he would squeeze, feel the familiar kick of his rifle in his shoulder and move on to his next target, perhaps looking back on her to ensure that she was down.

Downstairs, Luther was re-organising his men. ”Kutscher! Fire on the factory.” The MG42 quickly re-aimed at the opposite warehouse, and began sending bursts of fire to it. ”Rottenfuhrer, keep suppression on the flank.” The Rottenfuhrer shouted back, confirming his orders.

Luther addressed his squad, now, as he checked the Panzershreck's second round was ready to fire. ”Fix bayonets, we'll deal with the flank. Split yourselves, half on either side of that ridge, I need room in the middle to fire.” Very quickly, the rifle fire on the warehouse stopped as bayonets were affixed and the squad lay down on the ridge of rubble, aiming over the top so they could fire upon the flank in case the Soviets attacked.

Luther laid the Panzershreck at the base of the rubble by his feet whilst he held his MP40 in his hands. He watched for the best place to attack. He nodded, before grabbing the Panzershreck, and stepping up near the top of the mound. He aimed at the large building, aiming through the blast shield of the Panzershreck at the corner of the building. If he could make it collapse, it could crush anybody stood behind it, and force the Soviets in to the open. He pulled his aim about a foot away from the corner, and gave the prepatory call again, ”Firing, firing!”

He fired the Panzershreck again, and quickly dropped down, letting the Panzershreck sit at the bottom of the rubble whilst he grabbed his MP40 and calmed his squad, ”wait, wait. Let them react.”

Map One: Firing img37.imageshack.us/i/factory1.png/

(Note: In this map, I put Luther were he was after firing. You can tell where he fired from, though.)

Map Two: Firing img24.imageshack.us/i/factory3fire.png/

(Note: I didn't put the sniper's round, in case Panz's character moved after the PS round. However, to make it crystal clear, she is the one being fired at.)

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[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:

Mladshii Serzhant Laya Eteric
Mladshii Serzhant Aristarkh Ilya Boryenko
Mladshii Serzhant Nikolai Boryenko
Experienced Conscript Tryselti Hootinto
Conscript (Unnamed)
Conscript (Unnamed)
Conscript (Unnamed)
Conscript (Unnamed)
Conscript Byron Davis
Conscript Beton Grant
Conscript Shane Dripshin
Conscript Bentyo Hentogo
Conscript Rydov Gorgus
Conscript Dedev Tyvzo
Conscript Gzeglo Hengel
Conscript Hiklyz Yzenkoo - Dead
Conscript Adalto Zjohnso
Conscript Feliks Sokolov
Conscript Petr Bykov - Dead

Morale = Worried

Axis Soldiers:

Sturmscharführer William Luther
Sanitätsunterfeldwebel Erdmann Hoesslein
Unterscharführer Klaus Honecker
Sniper Daniel Hoffman
Gunner Kyle Kutscher
Rottenführer Ferdinand Frankfurter
Schütze Edmund Beike
Schütze Hans Schtriffer
Schütze Erik Stempf
Schütze Felix Miles
Schütze Achim Wagner - wounded/very minor
Schütze Erwin Becker
Schütze Diethelm Fisher
Schütze Julian Muller
Schütze Otmar Smitt
Schütze Pankraz Schulz
Schütze Erwin Dresner
Schütze Edward Wolfgang
K-9 Lucifer - Temporarily absent

Morale = Confused

Actions:

- The first shots from the German troops sparked the prepared Soviet troops waiting to provide covering fire, but the amount of rifles facing one another was heavy weighted on the Axis side of the battlefield. Eventually the sheer number of German rifles won out and they were effectively able to pin the Soviet troops. The only injury was Schütze Achim Wagner, a small grazing shot on the outside of his upper left arm. Although he knows it is there, it is minor enough that it will not hinder him so long as the adrenaline of combat keeps up.

- The first Panzerschrek round hit it's target as aimed (these things are actually a lot more acurate than people give them credit) N. Boryenko had already hit the floor and hugged the corner from the heavy fire on his position. The projectile hit the outer wall and exploded inward. N. Boryenko was out of the way of the wall of brick and glass. However he is extremely disoriented and crawling toward what he believes is the building to his rear. That however is not the case, in the confusion he is moving toward his left flank.

- The immense pressure created by firing the Panzerschrek indoors (well kinda) had only a small effect as a large portion of the building is destroyed. Opening their mouths had next to no effect on neutralizing the effect. They all felt the "thud" in their chests from it but were more or less uneffected by it.

- The German sniper was unable to obtain an ideal shot on Eteric and therefore never fired at her. The plume of smoke emmited from the shoulder fired Panzerschrek below didn't help his chances.

- The second shot from the Pazerschrek hit it's mark as well, unfortunately it was at such an extremely shallow angle the round deflected and soared down the road and eventually pulverized an ice cream shop. A. Boryenko soiled himself violently as he fell to the ground. The men behind him back up several meters in anticipation for further fire.

- There was a third shot fired in haste toward the same flank from Luther and his heavy toy. But the rush placed the round off target as his foot rocked over the side of a brick in the rubble he was perched on (It still had the best effect). The third round hit the destroyed tank on his right flank, puncturing the armor and detonating through the shell of a vehicle killing two Conscripts instantly and stunning the others.

- Both of these Panzerschrek rounds again had little effect being fired from within a partially destroyed building, however poor little Lucifer (dogs have extremely sensitive ears) was terrified by the rapid but brief pressure changes and has temporarily run off to hide. (the rear of the weapon was almost pointed right at the dog, someone call PETA!)

- Unterscharführer Klaus Honecker Has been able to keep the men with him from doing anything stupid whilst so much happens around them. Without his guidance the Schütze(s?) would have began to panic.

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Next Post: A. Boryenko

-JT

[Aristarkh Ilya Boryenko]

Map

[[OOC:At the top Aristarkh pops out takes a shot and then falls back after one shot to the position after the white arrow. The on at the bottom fires his five round clip and then that is where my post ends.]]

Aristarkh waited for something of a sign to tell him to continue acrossed the road and to the factory. The smoke was beginning to settle down with ever drop of rain that hit it making it hard to focus on the task for the men that sat outside. They were getting the chills and couldn’t wait to get inside of the factory to find some warmth and possibly some warm clothes that weren’t drenched with rain water.

Suddenly from the area of the factory rang out a shot. It was more of a popping sound muffled by the taping of water onto Aristarkh’s head. Tap tap tap pop! The shot wasn’t a lone shot that just rang out and then deadened the area with silence, the shot was followed with a Panzershreck shot. A sizzling followed by a loud bang made The Russians jump back a bit before another shot was let out. This time it came towards Aristarkh. Fall… His sentence was stopped by the shot that hit before him. All of the Russian solders fell backward onto the ground behind them. Aristarkh could feel some sudden warmth in his pants that made him feel uneasy. Aristarkh just literally pissed him self due to the shot.

He shook his head and yelled out to the other Soviets who were already in stride to the area Aristarkh was Hurry! Over this way now! Aristarkh’s head was spinning. What would he do now. His mind had to figure something as the Russian soldiers made their way to the area behind the house. Sir what do you want me to do? The Corpal asked Aristarkh as he fiddled around with the other scared and worried soldiers.

Aristarkh thought hard and came up with a simple plan on the run Take those same soldiers and hold you position here, The have saw us run behind these buildings they will be here to attack us and finish you guys off soon. Well at least that’s what they think. Aristarkh smiled at them and then continued his plan One private will fire his clip at the soldiers behind that tank in the forward position to attract them and I will brings these privates in between this building and the other building to fire a shot and attract them up here. If they leave that building then this battle is ours, If not, Well lets just say it’s going to be harder. Now chop chop get to the movements.

Aristarkh made a slow leisure jog to were he was going only turning around once to make sure the other privates were following. They were and Aristarkh began to breathe a bit harder full of adrenaline he stopped at the corner of the house. The corner was a bit slimy with a moldy like stuff, Maybe moss but as of now that didn’t matter. The Mosin Nagant in his hand was a bit cold but could still do they trick as he leaned around the corner and took quick aim firing one bullet at the sniper looking figure. Aristarkh fell back into place after the shot and took a large deep breathe and turned to the other soldiers This is going to work.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:

Mladshii Serzhant Laya Eteric
Mladshii Serzhant Aristarkh Ilya Boryenko
Mladshii Serzhant Nikolai Boryenko
Experienced Conscript Tryselti Hootinto
Conscript (Unnamed)
Conscript (Unnamed)
Conscript (Unnamed)
Conscript (Unnamed)
Conscript Byron Davis
Conscript Beton Grant
Conscript Shane Dripshin
Conscript Bentyo Hentogo
Conscript Rydov Gorgus
Conscript Dedev Tyvzo
Conscript Gzeglo Hengel
Conscript Hiklyz Yzenkoo - Dead
Conscript Adalto Zjohnso
Conscript Feliks Sokolov
Conscript Petr Bykov - Dead

Morale = A bit more worried

Axis Soldiers:

Sturmscharführer William Luther
Sanitätsunterfeldwebel Erdmann Hoesslein
Unterscharführer Klaus Honecker
Sniper Daniel Hoffman
Gunner Kyle Kutscher
Rottenführer Ferdinand Frankfurter
Schütze Edmund Beike
Schütze Hans Schtriffer
Schütze Erik Stempf
Schütze Felix Miles
Schütze Achim Wagner - wounded/very minor
Schütze Erwin Becker
Schütze Diethelm Fisher
Schütze Julian Muller
Schütze Otmar Smitt
Schütze Pankraz Schulz
Schütze Erwin Dresner
Schütze Edward Wolfgang
K-9 Lucifer - Temporarily absent

Morale = Regaining confidence.

Actions:

- The Soviet Conscript being sent on a mission alone to fire on the larger portion of a German squad felt like he got the shortest end of the stick possible and is beginning to wonder about his commanders capabilities. None the less he did as he was told and fired on the German soldiers.

- The first shot missed and sent the Axis men to the ground or behind the tank for cover. When the incoming fire came at a slow pace from what seemed to be one shooter they leaned out and returned a much heavier volume of fire.

- The Soviet conscript found out very quickly he was outmatched and dared not step out again, at least not alone.

- Boryenko's shot on the German sniper missed wide right, mainly because he could not locate the target in his sights when he fired, but drew some fire of it's own from the German troops.

- A short burst from the MG42 kept their heads down.

- No further injuries or deaths to speak of.

- The only change to the map is the Soviet Conscript furthest to the south has moved behind the cover of the building.

Next Post: Hoesslein

-JT

[Erdmann Hoesslein]

A few moments after his arrival, Erdmann was ready for anything. The amount of determination and loyalty, it showed in the eyes of the soldiers of the SS. They looked very conditioned and their equipment was of the best quality. Their NCOs are most likely the key to such a successful bunch of soldiers, with William Luther being the role-model himself. Having heard stories of Luther, Erdmann was impressed. Being experienced with several different weapons was a good thing indeed, same thing with having such leadership skills.

BANG! The first shot was fired but it seemed to be only a sniper that missed. The MG team that was upstairs flinched but there were no casualties. Then Luther moved to commence the attack against the factory in front of them, as the soldiers fired at the factory, the sound of bullets whizzing past you and hitting different objects erupted everywhere while Luther positioned himself with his Panzershreck. He fired, as the round went flying and exploded into the wall of a building infront of the factory. Immense covering fire pinned down the communist bastards and it was a successful maneuver more or less with two more rounds being fired by the Panzershreck.

The carnage was happening everywhere, with the screams in russian coming from everywhere and explosions caused by the Panzershreck. A PVT from the forces that came from the east and their leader it seemed, began to fire but it did next to nothing to the group of german soldiers that were most out. Then, they returned fire with extreme vigor, showing that their reaction time was nearly unmatched. Not much else happened from their.

The battle was going to the German's favor.

Erdmann made note of a PVT getting shot, but only being grazed so now he had to focus on trying to get the dog to come back. Erdmann wanted to lay low under cover just incase of anymore sniper fire, though he doubted it.

He began to look around, calling out "Lucy!" about 3 times while snapping his fingers. Then, he would try his best to calm down the dog, talking to it calmly before sending it over to Luther so that she may receive her orders so that she could contribute to the battle.

((No map was needed in my opinion. Erdmann didn't really move))

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Allied Soldiers:

Mladshii Serzhant Laya Eteric
Mladshii Serzhant Aristarkh Ilya Boryenko
Mladshii Serzhant Nikolai Boryenko
Experienced Conscript Tryselti Hootinto
Conscript (Unnamed)
Conscript (Unnamed)
Conscript (Unnamed)
Conscript (Unnamed)
Conscript Byron Davis
Conscript Beton Grant
Conscript Shane Dripshin
Conscript Bentyo Hentogo
Conscript Rydov Gorgus
Conscript Dedev Tyvzo
Conscript Gzeglo Hengel
Conscript Hiklyz Yzenkoo - Dead
Conscript Adalto Zjohnso
Conscript Feliks Sokolov
Conscript Petr Bykov - Dead

Morale = Worried

Axis Soldiers:

Sturmscharführer William Luther
Sanitätsunterfeldwebel Erdmann Hoesslein
Unterscharführer Klaus Honecker
Sniper Daniel Hoffman
Gunner Kyle Kutscher
Rottenführer Ferdinand Frankfurter
Schütze Edmund Beike
Schütze Hans Schtriffer
Schütze Erik Stempf
Schütze Felix Miles
Schütze Achim Wagner - wounded/very minor
Schütze Erwin Becker
Schütze Diethelm Fisher
Schütze Julian Muller
Schütze Otmar Smitt
Schütze Pankraz Schulz
Schütze Erwin Dresner
Schütze Edward Wolfgang
K-9 Lucifer - Temporarily absent

Morale = Dropping

Actions:

- Over the roar of combat the trained K-9 could not be summoned by the Medic, mainly because the animal has been trained to respond only to it's owner.

- The Axis troops have begun to worry about the abilities of their medic, although minor one of their soldiers has been shot, yet the medic is more worried for the safety of the K-9. They are currently tacking this one up as combat shock, but another oversight could see them loosing faith in him.

Next Post: N. Boryenko

-JT

[Nikolai Boryenko]

The sound was a faint whistle. Nikolai opened his left eye and saw smoke. FRIGGIN' PANZ! He yelled at himself in his mind. He hugged his rifle and thew himself into the corner, face down, with the muzzle pointing away from his body. The impact hit and Nikolai's head was throbbing. He blinked a few times and tried to listen, but the only thing he could hear was a faint ringing sound. He racked his mind to think of where he was. The building....next....behind me. He thought to himself. He started crawling back towards the direction where he thought was the building. I just...gotta...live. He said to himself. He then realized the tight grip taht he held onto his rifle. He breathed in, then out. Calm, Nikolai. Calm. The ringing in his ear had now subsided and he rolled onto his backside. He sat propped against a wall for a few seconds and thought silently.

BOOM! Another explosion came. Nikolai flinched, but didnt move. He then looked at the door on his side. I gotta relocate. He went prone with the rifle cradled in his arms and made his way to the door. He went to the door frame and stopped. "Lord, keep me safe in this battle as I proceed. It is not my will that be done, but Yours." He said softly then kissed the cross that hung on his Rosary that was around his wrist. He then slowly crawled out of the door and behind the tall pipe stack. He went as slow as possible. Inch by inch. The move was painstakingly slow, but he knew it would benefit him because in the heat of battle noone would notice him in such a small window. Especially by how slowly he was moving.

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