Murder Train

[nico]

(OOC: No point in a battle without risks. Lets make this a little more fun.)

Nico’s eyes darted around the room, Locking onto the door before switching over to the windows. They could be anywhere; they could be just waiting for him to make his move, waiting for him to rush out the window or into the next room, just waiting, waiting, waiting. Nico couldn’t take it any more, he was cold, he was miserable and he just wanted out. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into. Getting lost in the woods then finding this place only to be cornered by a squad of enemy soldiers, Nico still didn’t know who was around, but they where being sneaky, they where acting like soldiers who wanted to kill him. Nico felt trapped and he didn’t like it. His eyes locked onto the door again, thinking he saw movement but the door was still. It hadn’t moved at all, then it moved again and he snapped his eyes on the base of the door, there was a light sliding under the door. Probably from the window directly opposite in the other room, but the shadow that moved across the light is what caught his attention. The horrible shadow of a killer that was reaching into the room like a ghost, stretching under the door and looking for him so it could consume his flesh.

With a shudder he got to his feet, glad that the cramps had eased up a bit. His M1 Garand seemed to come up like the hour hand of a clock, so slow and heavy the weapon seemed to be. After an age Nico had the butt of the rifle pressed against his shoulder, its barrel locked onto the door. He had forgotten to attach his bayonet but didn’t worry about it; he was hoping he wouldn’t need it. Gritting his teeth he felt his finger close around the trigger of his weapon, its firing mechanism coming alive with the depression of the small steel spike. He fired the first round into the door, right at the centre of it. Then followed up the first shot with four more, scattering them across the door with the hopes that the scattered shots would catch whomever inside off guard and force them into cover.

Forgetting that he was meant to be speaking English and switching to his native language in his rage he charged the door, grabbing the handle and swinging it open before rushing into the room shouting. “Kommen und mich holen!

Kommen und mich holen! – Come and get me!

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Units:
- Private Nico Lenion
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Morale:[/b][/color] Moderate: injured, but still pumped on adrenalin
injuries:
- Major wound to the abdomen, bullet lodged inside of the gut; profuse bleeding has occurred.

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Units:
- SS-Untersturmführer Wilhelm Schaefer
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Morale:[/b][/color] Low: Injured & Stunned
Injuries:
- Major flesh wound to the left thigh, bullet still lodged in the muscle/flesh.
- Major flesh wound to the torso, entry and exit wound.
- Showered by glass, minor cuts to the face and hands.

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Actions:

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• Private Lenion stepped up to the mark, his movements heard by SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer, but all for the wrong reasons. Thinking whomever was behind the door was about to surrender or open the door for a confrontation, SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer didn’t feel insecure due to his weapon at hand being pointed directly at the only exit the person could have made (neglecting the windows here).
  
  
• Within a breath’s notice, eight rounds began to penetrate the door from Private Lenion on the opposite side. Due to his nerve getting the better of him and fuelled by adrenalin, Private Lenion expended his whole clip; opposed to the five rounds he thought he made and felt his rifle jump as the empty clip expended with a very distinguishable PING!
  
  
• The first round hit SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer directly in the left thigh, the bullets when penetrating the door veering off their destined true course by a margin. The second round slicing straight through the left side of his torso, causing an entry and exit wound, but missing any major organs. By this time, SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer pulled the trigger of his pointed rifle, stunned by the sudden gunfire - the pain of his injuries not quite setting in yet.
  
  
• Staggering backwards, SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer slumped against the bottom of the window, bullets flying all about the room as they strafed through the door directly in front of him, missing him by inches and showering him with glass from the window above his head, causing a further multitude of minor wounds, as shards of glass sliced past his face and hands (mainly uncovered parts of your body) and scattered around himself on the floor.
  
  
• The shot made by SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer surprisingly hit Private Lenion in the abdomen, who only realised his injury after expending his whole clip into the door, causing him to stagger back weakly upon his feet as the trauma to his body set in, his legs going weak instantly.
  
  
• Private Lenion did not storm into the next room, due to this injury.
  
  BOTH members have suffered injuries, consolidating of the following:
  SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer:
  - Major flesh wound to the left thigh, bullet still lodged in the muscle/flesh.
  - Major flesh wound to the torso, entry and exit wound.
  - Showered by glass, minor cuts to the face and hands.
  
  SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer is in a particularly serious condition and will require medical help immediately.
  
  Private Lenion:
  - Major wound to the abdomen, bullet lodged inside of the gut; profuse bleeding has occurred.
  
  Private Lenion has taken a direct hit to the body and will require medical attention immediately, although a single round, it has hit one of the worse parts of the body during conflict (the gut) and complications may arise if not treated soon.
  

Brief Notes:
I feel that at this stage, it’s probably wise to suggest a retreat for both parties within the battle. Although a minor fire-fight, this is all it takes to become seriously wounded within a matter of seconds and both parties have incurred serious injuries at this stage. If you are able to make it off the map, you would have retreated successfully. If the enemy is eliminated, then the battle has been won and will end immediately.

I would like to stress, that taking prisoners at this stage - with the injuries suffered - is very unlikely and wouldn’t be recommended. It’s still a possibility, but I don’t feel either parties are healthy enough to take prisoners.

Next post: SS-Untersturmführer Schaefer
~Danny[/color]

[Wilhelm Schaefer]

Wilhelm was gathering his nerves for a final charge. He would swing open the door, shoot everything he had, and take it from there. But only a few seconds after he made this plan, gunshots busted through the door in front of him, each making a strange metallic sound as they ripped through the door. He felt a sting in his leg, the slight pain far off, but his leg gave and he slumped back against the window. Time seemed to slow as more bullets ripped through the door, and he felt a second sting, this time in his side. The window behind his exploded, little shards hitting him on the back of his neck, some somehow managing to slice at his face. The gun fire stopped with the ping of an empty cartlidge, and he heard a voice yell in his own language, and the door started to open, and Wilhelm pulled the trigger. He had thought he had hit the target, confirmed a few seconds later when he saw the blood.

Wilhelm took a few short, ragged breaths, his heart thumping against his ribs, and he slowly let his rifle slump beside him. He looked down at his leg, a neat little tear in the fabric of his pants about four inches above the knee. Blood was slowly spreading and staining the fabric red. The sting turned into a burn as the adrenaline started to fade, and he twisted a little to see his side, noticing that he was starting to bleed through his top. He grabbed his rifle, the shock making his finger shake a little. He reloaded, and twisted to be able to see the other man through the door. Although he couldn't see much, he could see the American uniform.

Wilhelm grabbed at the windowsill, shards piercing through his gloves and pulled himself up. American, and yet he spoke German like it was his native language. It hit him, and he shouted over to the room next to him.
"Sie ... Du Verräter!" His tried to aim his rifle with one arm, to fire the final shot, but discovered it was near impossible to even get close to trying to make that shot one hand, it didn't help that it was his left arm that bore the rifle. He shrugged the sling back onto his shoulder and let the rifle fall to his hip. He took a short breath, and said more calmly, "Ich hätte dich töten, aber ich-" His sentence was cut short by the pain in his side.

Wilhelm glanced towards the door he had left open, then glanced back towards his enemy, before trying to half limp, half stumble out the door. He had to use the wall as a support, as it was excruciating to try to put any wait on his left leg, and his foot drug as he went. He stumbled across the room and out of the building into the snow. He wanted to go back across the tracks but trying to get down the slope wold be near impossible, and trying to get back to the platform would be pointless backtracking. So he made his way across the snow to the edge of the forest, using his rifle as a cane to help keep him from falling. He looked up at the sky to the south, and saw the faint sign of smoke on the horizon. However, he could hear the distant roar of tanks, most likely the same Allied squad he had ran into earlier, from the eastern forests.

Wilhelm made his way through the forest and towards the smoke in the distance.

OOC: Pretty much my retreat

Translations-
"Sie ... Du Verräter!" --- You... You traitor!
"Ich hätte dich töten, aber ich-" --- I should kill you, but I-

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Allied Moderation:[/b][/size]

Units:
- Private Nico Lenion
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Morale:[/b][/color] Moderate: injured, but still pumped on adrenalin
injuries:
- Major wound to the abdomen, bullet lodged inside of the gut; profuse bleeding has occurred.

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Axis Moderation:[/b][/size]

Units:
- SS-Untersturmführer Wilhelm Schaefer
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Morale:[/b][/color] Low: Injured & Stunned
Injuries:
- Major flesh wound to the left thigh, bullet still lodged in the muscle/flesh.
- Major flesh wound to the torso, entry and exit wound.
- Showered by glass, minor cuts to the face and hands.

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Actions:

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• SS-Untersturmführer Wilhelm Schaefer successfully retreated from the battle.
  

Brief Notes:
I’ve kept this moderation very short and simple. Due to any other circumstance, I would have made your life far more difficult attempting to retreat from the battle, with the wounds and climate against you. However, this is both your first battle and perhaps not the best of choices to have a “face off” where you will undoubtedly get injured, with a strong 50/50 chance.

I hope you have both learnt the basics of battle and just how quick things can change for or against you within a quick spur of gunfire or even by making the wrong choices. Such as running across the map through a blanket of snow and cold winds, the effects remained for a few posts after and could have continued for the rest of the battle (in regards to Private Lenion).

Nonetheless, you have both shown potential as good combatants and writers, so I’m happy to award the following CP; be reminded this was a small, slow battle with an enemy retreat. No kills, no captures or even lasted much longer than one page.

SS-Untersturmführer Wilhelm Schaefer: 15CP (Defeated)
Private Nico Lenion:[/b] 25CP (Victory)

~Danny[/color]