Taking Sicily, One Step at a Time

[Heiko Alkema]

Move
Clean

Heiko winced a bit when the leader of the SS men revealed his rank to be that of a senior NCO. He may not like the SS, but he had enough sense to show repect for those of superior rank regardless of their organization.

"Entschuldigung, Herr Sturmscharf. Ihre Hilfe ist sehr willkommen." Heiko handed off his canteen to the SS grunt and Reipold shuffled over to hand the man his as well. The senior sergeant threw a smoke grenade and the grunt ran out to the stream. Heiko couldn't see any movement on the other side of the stream. A moment later Busse rounded the corner with concern written into his face.

"Was ist heir los? Ich habe der Rauch gesehen und habe ich heir gekommen."

"Nichts, Busse. Komm heir." Heiko dismissed the man's worries called him over before turning his attention to his superior, "Wenn ich darf, werden meinen Männer und ich drüben das Flüsschen gehen zu sehen das andere Gebäude an. Dein Mann kann unseren Feldflasche später zu uns bringen" The sergeant nodded and Heiko once again addressed his small patrol. "Busse, bleib heir und behalt das Fenster in deine Augen. Als wir drüber sind werden, komm sie auch. Riepold, werden sie mit mir kommen." Both men nodded and took their positions. Busse moved around the back of the chicken coop, crawling out just far enough to view the window of the opposite building, and Riepold followed Heiko to the corner of their building.

Before moving Heiko took a moment to make sure all his gear has securely fastened and checked Riepold's as well. Satisfied, the sergeant gripped his MP40 and braced himself for the dash across the stream.

"Los." One word and the pair took off across the dry grass toward the hay bales with Heiko in the lead and Riepold just a meter behind him. The water wasn't all that cold was they splashed through the sallow stream and didn't do much other than wet their boots and the bottom of their pant legs. The two skidded into place behind the first bale they came to.

Heiko looked over toward where their run had began and watched Busse lift himself up and prepare himself for his own dash across. Heiko thought about popping off a few rounds to cover the corporal but decided against it as it made draw unwanted attention to the man gathering water for everyone.

As Busse approached, Heiko waved him off to the next bale.

"Hol Ihren Atem. Wir werdern das Gebäude in ein Moment prüfen."

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Translations:
"Entschuldigung, Herr Sturmscharf. Ihre Hilfe ist sehr willkommen."
- My apologies. Your help is appreciated.

"Was ist heir los? Ich habe der Rauch gesehen und habe ich heir gekommen..."
- What's going on? I saw smoke and came here...

"Nichts, Busse. Komm heir."
- Nothing, Busse. Come here.

"Wenn ich darf, werden meinen Männer und ich drüben das Flüsschen gehen zu sehen das andere Gebäude an. Dein Mann kann unseren Feldflasche später zu uns bringen"
- If you don't mind, my men and I will go across the river and inspect the other building. Your man can bring our canteens to us later.

"Busse, bleib heir und behalt das Fenster in deine Augen. Als wir drüber sind werden, komm sie auch. Riepold, werden sie mit mir kommen."
- Busse, stay here and keep your eyes on the window. When we are across, you come too. Riepold, you are coming with me."

"Hol Ihren Atem. Wir werdern das Gebäude in ein Moment prüfen."
- Catch your breath. We will check the building in a moment.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:

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Had to use TINYPIC to upload image, sorry JT, Imageshack ain’t workin’ for me.
*** New Map! ***[/center][/color]

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Allies:
Squad Morale: Very Low/Worrying & awaiting orders

Units:[/b] (In ranking order)
- Staff Sergeant; Bargett
- Private First-Class; Petterson (Frozen in battle)

- Private Carpazo
- Private Smart
- Private Hannibal
- Private Faceman[/color]

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• S.SGT; Bargett tried to keep his eyes peeled across the river, attempting to look beyond the smoke with his binoculars every two seconds, anticipating the worse himself. Was it to be a full-scale enemy attack? Possible air strike? Reinforcements dropping in to support the Nazi frontlines? The possibilities were endless and yet, no proper sign of enemy life presented themselves marching forwards or taking up positions, in heed of an advancement.
  
  What on earth was actually happening!?
  
  
• Private Faceman began to panic a little, accidentally dropping his rifle against the floor, which caused a loud THUD! as the wooden stock of his M1 Garand clunked against the wooden flooring of the lodge. “They’re coming aren’t they Sarge!? Aren’t they!?” he stammered out, the entire troop’s morale stooping ever lower.
  
  They were all cooped up in a shack, feeling somewhat trapped and they all knew they didn’t have reinforcements lingering nearby that could be watching their flank/s. Now they were faced with a possible enemy advancement, what if it were an company of armour preparing to cross the one small bridge!? The men’s minds went bonkers, none of them willing to fight, not without a good reason too! Most of their minds set on running back behind lines, whilst they still had the chance…
  

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Axis:

SS Squad & Wehrmacht Morale: Moderate/Weary of new faces watching their backs.

Units: (In ranking order)
- SS-Sturmscharführer; McMillan.
- Unteroffizier; Alkema
- Corporal Busse
- SS-Private Kellen
- SS-Private Ulrich
- Private Riepold

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• Heiko, Reipold and Busse’s attempt to cross the river, couldn’t have gone better…
  
  Setting strict instructions and leading the way, Heiko lead his small squad across the river efficiently without too much fault. The drifting smoke grenade gave the men a momentary drop in visibility during the crossing, from the wind-pattern of the drifting smoke and the river wasn’t as shallow as first anticipated either…
  
  
• Private Reipold staggered during the crossing of the river, accidentally ‘dipping’ his rifle into the water, as his left foot slipped on a wet cobble against the riverbed, causing his body to instinctively lurch the opposite way to regain posture - inevitably causing his rifle to splat against the water and dip momentarily beneath he surface.
  
  Brushing it aside, he cursed beneath his breath and quickly made haste in crossing the river, giving Sergeant Alkema a worrying look as they both reached the opposite side. “Ich bekam mein Gewehr nass, es sollte noch Recht arbeiten?” the inexperienced soldier questioned, as he attempted to shake the barrel of his rifle against the ground, a good splurge of water coming out as he done so.
  
  
• Corporal Busse was the last to cross the river; out of all of the men crossing, he was perhaps the most exceptional? With his belt hung around his neck and shoulders, the Corporal made sure his ammunition didn’t get wet during the crossing and held his rifle high, using it like a balancing poll during his hasty steps across the river. In his mind, there were no enemies, so taking the small precautions - which may have cost him dearly should he have been shot at (un-prepared to retaliate) were ironically the best options in this case.
  
  Reaching the opposite side of the river, the corporal dropped his weapon against the ground and began to casually do-up his belt again around his waist, before reaching for his rifle, awaiting the next orders.
  
  Translations:
  Ich bekam mein Gewehr nass, es sollte noch Recht arbeiten?
  - I got my rifle wet, it should still work right?
  

Mac; I suggest you seriously consider a retreat. Your men have not seen the enemy out-flanking on your position and your morale is at an all time low. Your squad are in disarray (just very confused) and one of the members on your team seems to be inactive.

May I remind you, that you’re up against two seasoned Veterans (one with a certification) and now your position is being comprised due to a lack of visibility from the doorway position. Heed this as your warning to retreat…

MAC! You’re up…
~Danny

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:

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Mac, you've missed your turn to post. You were given six days in total, with only a three day limit max. Think it's only fair your turn is skipped, everyone should know the circumstances by now...

Had to use TINYPIC to upload image, sorry JT, Imageshack ain’t workin’ for me.
*** New Map! ***[/center][/color]

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Allies:
Squad Morale: Very Low/Worrying & awaiting orders

Units:[/b] (In ranking order)
- Staff Sergeant; Bargett
- Private First-Class; Petterson (Frozen in battle)

- Private Carpazo
- Private Smart
- Private Hannibal
- Private Faceman[/color]

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• S.SGT Bargett has failed to give any clear orders or plan of action to the troop beneath his command, who're now contemplating his strength of leadership.
  
  - Private Hannibal, standing next to the Staff Sergeant, decided to step out of line and take matters into his own hands, as the inexperienced soldier quite literally stepped up towards the Staff Sergeant and leaned inwards towards his ear.
  
  "If you don't get your act together Mac and lead these guys, I'll do it myself!" he insulted and belittled the Staff Sergeant, before turning to the men who were almost in slight hysterical order, as their eyes were now fixed on the Private and Staff Sergeant in the room.
  
  Popping a clip into his M1 Garand, Private Hannibal turned to the men and spoke. "Alright guys, this is what I want you's to do. Private Carpazo and Smart, you're both going to run over to that bridge and see if you can see anything across the river..."

[/i] but before the cocky young private could finish, Private Smart stood straight and pointed his finger at Private Hannibal in a mean demeanour. "Wait, who do you think you are!? Giving us orders!"[/i] Private Smart bellowed out angrily, followed by Private Carpazo who also angrily strode over to the cocky young private and shoved him over, Private Hannibal hitting the ground hard.

As Private Carpazo stood over the cocky private on the ground, he spat at the man's feet and looked to the men around himself. "I say sit down, shut up and keep to our posts!"[/i] Private Carpazo yelled, but whilst he wasn't looking, Private Hannibal stood up quickly and wrapped his arms around Private Carparzo's waist, grunting heavily as he shoved the man against the wall, thumping Private Carpazo in the side with his fist.

Now the two men were having a scuffle and everyone else left their posts to try and break the fight up...

[/li][li] Mac, your entire troop is in disarray. With no ranking men in the room to take control (not even an NPC Corporal or Sergeant), all ranking members have failed to display any sort of conduct or order to their next move of action.

You can still pull this back into your favour, but you have let slip.
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Axis:

SS Squad & Wehrmacht Morale: Moderate/Weary of new faces watching their backs.

Units: (In ranking order)
- SS-Sturmscharführer; McMillan.
- Unteroffizier; Alkema
- Corporal Busse
- SS-Private Kellen
- SS-Private Ulrich
- Private Riepold

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• Heiko, Reipold and Busse sat quietly, anticipating their next move of action. Wet, pumped on a little adrenaline and preparing for the next course of action, they were suddenly caught by surprise as muffled voices emitted from the cabin.
  
  Corporal Busse dropped low behind his haybale and gripped at his rifle, giving Sergeant Alkema a long stare in the process, hoping he heard it too!? Then a barrage of thumping occured from the cabin, almost sounding like bodyweight being thrown around within.
  
  The first thought that entered Corporal Busse's mind, was perhaps they were interrorgating prisoners or roughening up the locals who lived on the farm for answers? Never did it cross any of the men's minds that the Allied soldiers were now tussling with one another.
  
  None the less, Heiko, Reipold and Busse are now aware of the activity in the cabin...
  
  
• Any units still on the other side of the river (Axis side), have not heard the commotion and are unaware.
  

JT You're up!
~Danny

[Mac Bargett]

((OCC: This is the little bit I wrote on Friday. I was planning on writing more today, but I guess I can't. Had I known that there was the 72 hr limit after Felix took 15 days not post or if I had been given a warning as per usual, I would have made notice that I would be unable to have posted this weekend. But I thought I still had time. So here you go.))

IC:


“Calm down, you privates” Mac growled through clenched teeth, “It is just a smoke grenade, I doubt they know we are here, and we are not in any immediate danger.” The Staff Sergeant sighed and pulled his notes from his jacket. “That being said, our objective was to scout for artillery. We have accomplished that. There is no dishonorable in retreating and informing Command about the situation here. As a radioman in the Signal Corps, that is my job, to send information. As my subordinates under my leaderhip, it is your job as well. If Pfc. Peterson is unable to move on his own, stay here I would two privates to help him. Carpazo and Smart, if you will.”

On second thought, S/Sgt. Bargett decided that even though the Germans may not have seen them yet, they could easily seen them leaving through the carrying, especially as two of them carry a shell shock victim, and so he ordered Pvt. Faceman to grab one of the chairs, put it under the Northern window, and exit through it. Then as Pvt. Faceman kept watch Mac doubled checked that they didn’t leave any maps or other items to be found by the Germans before exiting the window himself and then Pvt. Smart carried Pfc. Peterson on his back to the window and handed him through to Pvt. Faceman before going through himself and followed by Pvt. Carpazo, who carried Smart’s rifle and pack, and Pvt. Hannibal, who kept to the rear as the squad quickly fled North, back to the Allied base.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:

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The reason behind not giving a warning, was simply because it always seems that members push it to the last minute before posting. Hence, wait for a warning, then post. If you truly have trouble and can't make the 72-hour limit, I'm not going to be annoyed or angry, I'd give you an extension and assuming it wasn't too long (let's say you told me you was going away for three weeks), then I'd be happy to give you or anyone else the time to make your post when you can.

I'm also under a lot of work with coding, so prolonging mod-marks is tiresome for me, because it means I have to come back even later when I most probably won't have the time to moderate this battle. I've stated in previous mod-marks during this thread that I will give three days for each person to post, once that limit is up, you know I'm going to moderate as soon as I can. The moment I can.

I can tell you're in a very sticky situation, with an inactive party member and this battle quite honestly has been a drag. With both sides playing the defensive, ultimately battling like heavyweights, waiting for the one lucky shot.

In any case, I'm willing to give you a second chance, but not upon my behalf, but the enemy's behalf. If Heiko and JT are happy to accept your retreat plea' (even out of turn), then I'll accept your immediate post and you may retreat. If JT and Heiko don't accept your plea' of an immediate retreat, then your retreat will be void and the battle will continue.

For future sake, this is to everyone, please don't enter a battle and expect myself or any other staff member to be extremely leanient when it comes to moderating. Sure we can be busy ourselves and we don't always mark on the third day of moderating, but heed the three day period as your insurance to post, any time following that and you're risking it. So if you can't make your posts count for the three day period, then send a notification through PM asking for an extension so safe guard yourself.

That's all I can say... Heiko, JT. If you'd both send me your terms through PM, whether you'll allow Mac to retreat out of turn or not, I'll be greatful. Otherwise the battle will continue and Mac will be forced to await a retreat (if he lasts that long during battle) by his next post.
~Danny[/color]

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:

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(Very sorry this has taken longer than expected)[/center][/color]

***NEW MAP!***
No action lines shown, due to a single shot fired, however I would be happy to show the line of the shot if required.

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Allies:
Squad Morale: Very Low/Worrying

Units:[/b] (In ranking order)
- Staff Sergeant; Bargett
- Private First-Class; Petterson (Inactive, but still in battle)

- Private Carpazo
- Private Smart; Wounded!
- Private Hannibal
- Private Faceman[/color]

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• S.SGT Bargett has given clear orders to retreat from the battle, through the means of using the cabin's back window.
  
  
• The men, slightly confused from the breakdown of the situation and lack of authority amongst the group, obeyed accordingly to the orders, but not without a hitch.
  
  - Private Smart opened the door during the retreat, not entirely seeing the point of retreating through the back-window, when no enemies were to be seen. Eagerly, the private took a step out, about to head north (retreat), but was suddenly cut down by an erupt gun-shot from beyond the goat's pen.
  
  The bullet zipped straight through the private's abdomen and in one lurching yelp of a cry, the man staggered backwards through the doorway and landed within the cabin's walls again.
  
  *Medical Report*
  Private Smart is excessively bleeding from the abdomen, where the bullet has lodged within his large intestines (upper abdomen), falling short of puncturing his lung or any other major organs. The wound is major, predominately due to the excessive blood loss, but otherwise not unfixable in the right-hands.
  
  
• Stunned, the entire troop suddenly abandoned the back window and reformed their positions almost instantly, evading the large gap now opened within their defences - the main door.
  
  "Christ! We're surrounded Sarge'!!!" one of the men cried out, as he huddled down against the inner cabin-wall, none of them very eager to attempt to drag poor private Smart from open doorway.
  
  
• Unfortunately, your retreat has failed Mac'. Even if your troop were to escape through the back-window, you have enemies too close within proximity (that you have failed to spot) and un-suppressed enemies at that, you would simply be shot in session whilst running from the cabin.
  
  However, the map has been expanded and if you can reach Point A during your next post/s, you may retreat accordingly.
  
  

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Axis:

SS Squad & Wehrmacht Morale: Moderate, ready for a fight!

Units: (In ranking order)
- SS-Sturmscharführer; McMillan.
- Unteroffizier; Alkema
- Corporal Busse
- SS-Private Kellen
- SS-Private Ulrich
- Private Riepold

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• Heiko, Reipold and Busse readied themselves quietly, awaiting to see what they could spot within the cabin from their allocated positions. At first, it seemed as if their positions were lacking any major viewpoint - an advantage to any soldier, is to see the enemy.
  
  However, a wooden door, wooden wall and what seemed to be a lot of noise from within, was the only comfort to their senses on the dangers of their enemy locations. That was until one of the soldiers threw open the door and brazenly walked out, seeming ready to run?
  
  
• Without hesitation, Corporal Busse acted on impulse and disregarded Unteroffizier Alkema's presence momentarily, taking the shot before he was told too or not.
  
  Click - BANG! Corporal Busse reloaded his rifle swiftly, shouldering the stock tightly between the crease of his shoulder, aiming at the door continuously like a hawk, seeing shadows and limbs jump about inside, but didn't take another shot.
  
  
• Heiko and his two counter-parts are in good cover, the Allies know of their presence, but don't know of their numbers or exact location. Other than beyond the goat pen somewhere.
  
  
• Edward McMillan has become alert of the situation across the river, having heard the gunshot and seen the enemy at first-hand topple backwards from the thrown-bullet.
  

JT, You're up!
~Danny

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

A shot rang out and McMillan looked to the north to see the small bit of smoke drifting away from the Wermacht soldiers and from the sounds of it they hit their mark, he smiled as he wondered what damage had been done to the enemy. He shifted back for a moment and pushed open the window closest to him. "Ulrich, kommen Sie hier!" he spat down the length of the room toward his man. McMillan kept his eyes peering across the interior corner toward the known enemy position. Ulrich trotted over and stopped near his superior. "Die Wermacht Soldaten haben in diesen Kampf erhalten und ich denke, dass wir ebenso, außerdem mit dem Rauch sollten, der es gegangen wird, ist nur eine Frage der Zeit bevor Kellen Anfänge, gesorgt zu werden. Ich werde Sie, Wartezeit für mich zu Waffenruhe dann erhält zu jener Brücke, Sie zwei gehen in Deckung unter ihm, mit dieser Hitze ich will niemanden ausgetrocknet zu werden auf mir bedecken. Ich werde bald hinter Ihnen sein, damit ein kleines Blei ihren Weg wirft, wenn Sie dort werden. Bereiten Sie sich vor, zu bewegen." Edward explained as he shifted his Stg-45 around in his grip preparing himself mentally for the automatic fire he was about to throw out. McMillan watched as Ulrich approached the door and placed his hand on the small lever that would open it and then Edward nodded, stepping over so that he slightly was exposed, only enough to get the job done and layed on the trigger whilst leaning forward into his weapon to try and counter-act the recoil. He emptied the entire clip, mostly toward the opened door as the front window was at an extreme angle, once they moved up it would be a useless location for the enemy.

Once his magazine was empty Edward dropped the rifle letting the sling catch it and yanked out one of his hand cannons as he leaned back to peer into the window seeing the back of his Private rush out the door toward the small creek. Edward watched on as the pair situated themselves in the slight dip in the terrain, Ulrich crawled under the bridge for a bit of added cover. The Sturmscharführer knew that two bolt action rifles wouldn't be able to put down very much covering fire, that's why he intended to help out with his pistol, it wouldn't be very acurate, he didn't want to run and shoot to close over his own troops' heads, but close should get the job done, if he was lucky the Wermacht soldiers would join in as well.

Once he could see his two men firing on the small building he stepped out from behind the one next to him and took off toward the bridge, he only fired two rounds on the way then finished his move up with a quick slide into the small bit of cover before pulling out his second pistol. Edward's SS men began to reload which is what he had been waiting for, when they did he propped himself up and unleashed the remaining rounds in both his pistols to keep the fire on the enemy. When his men had finished reloading he got a quick look from them, he just motioned for them to continue then he holstered his pistols and reloaded his rifle. After that quick task was accomplished he pulled a potato masher from his belt and unscrewed the cap and pulled the pin, waited a second, slightly stood but remained bent over, taking another second, then stood completely and threw the grenade toward the opening the door had been covering as hard as he could, if he was lucky it would bounce around on something, but he was hoping they would come running out in fear. Ed crouched back down and readied his weapon for the next enemy move.

"Throw down your weapons and walk out slowly one at a time, I will promise you will not be harmed. Follow my instructions and no more damage will be done to you!" McMillan screamed at the building hoping they could hear him inside, but he really doubted it as he had just thrown a grenade into a small room. Probably should have thought that one through a little better. ran through his head. "Bleiben Sie scharfe Männer." he said strongly so that the pair close to him would be able to understand.

img222.imageshack.us/i/sicily3a.png/ - first segment

img101.imageshack.us/i/sicily3b.png/ - second segment

img513.imageshack.us/i/sicily3.png/ - clean

TRANSLATIONS:
Ulrich, kommen Sie hier!
Ulrich, come here!

Die Wermacht Soldaten haben in diesen Kampf erhalten und ich denke, dass wir ebenso, außerdem mit dem Rauch sollten, der es gegangen wird, ist nur eine Frage der Zeit bevor Kellen Anfänge, gesorgt zu werden. Ich werde Sie, Wartezeit für mich zu Waffenruhe dann erhält zu jener Brücke, Sie zwei gehen in Deckung unter ihm, mit dieser Hitze ich will niemanden ausgetrocknet zu werden auf mir bedecken. Ich werde bald hinter Ihnen sein, damit ein kleines Blei ihren Weg wirft, wenn Sie dort werden. Bereiten Sie sich vor, zu bewegen.
The Wermacht soldiers have gotten into this fight and I think we should as well, besides with the smoke gone it is only a matter of time before Kellen starts to get worried. I'll cover you, wait for me to cease fire then get to that bridge, you two take cover underneath it, with this heat I don't want anyone getting dehydrated on me. I'll be shortly behind you, so throw a little lead their way once you get there. Get ready to move.

Bleiben Sie scharfe Männer.
Stay sharp men.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:

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***NEW MAP!***

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Allies:
Squad Morale: Very Low/Panicking

*** Heavily Suppressed ***

Units:[/b] (In ranking order)
- Staff Sergeant; Bargett (Deaf)
- Private First-Class; Petterson (Inactive, but still in battle - Deaf)

- Private Hannibal (Deaf)
- Private Carazo (Deaf & Wounded!)
- Private Faceman (Deaf & Wounded!)

- Private Smart; Deceased: Bullet to the head, directly below the right temple/cheekbone. [/color]

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• The entire troop kept low inside of the cabin and hugged the walls with their backs, twitching each time a shot punctured into the dry wooden building they now see as their only sanctuary; perhaps their final resting place?
  
  
• Panicking, the men stared on towards the doorway as Private Smart writhed and cried in pain, laying flat on the floor, right in the middle of the doorway with bullets zipping overhead of his body and into the cabin. A window shattered somewhere in the room from a ricochet, but none of the men noticed the noise of shattering glass, as they worried more about the cracking noise of molten lead thumping into their wooden surroundings.
  
  
• Private Carpazo etched in his place a little, glancing between the wounded man in the doorway and S.Sergeant Bargett. “We have to surrender! We have to surrender!”

[/I] the man shouted out, before he looked to the painful stares of Private Smart trying to reach out for them to drag him into cover - none of the men moving a muscle, afraid of getting hit from the heavy bombardment hitting the doorway. “Keep your head down! Stop moving!”[/I] one of the men shouted towards Private Smart, who suddenly tried to drag himself across the floor towards some cover, painfully moving a mere inch or two as he attempted to get out of the doorway himself, before a sudden well placed rifle round hit him square in the head.

[/li][li] Blood splattered the inside of the cabin, stunning everyone for a brief moment in time, until a grenade hit the door and landed just outside of the cabin. “GRENADE!”[/I] one of them shouted, as they noticed the potato-masher, everyone tucking their heads down and curling into balls, whilst one man merely ran towards the end of the cabin and just about pushed a table over, before it exploded…

- The entire door exploded from off it’s hinges and shrapnel, along with splinters of hardened wood, spurted all over from the vicinity of the explosion. Private Carpazo toppled sideways as a pepper of shrapnel splintered the left side of his body (his right side facing the wall, during keeping cover) and caused the man to yearn out in pain as he immediately grabbed for his smouldering skin from the hot shrapnel.
*Medical Report*
Pieces of shrapnel, sized from an inch and smaller, have peppered the entire side of his left body in various places. None of the wounds are major and have only peppered into the flesh of his skin, but nonetheless, he is in extreme pain from the dozen or more pieces of shrapnel spattered into his skin and needs medical attention. All the wounds are just minor flesh wounds, but the wounds to the left side of his face have also come close to his eye…

This unit will be unable to move without serious pain and if made to fight, will be quite vulnerable.

- Private Faceman also sustained a minor pepper of shrapnel to his left leg, but remained calm as he noticed no huge pieces protruding from his flesh…

*Medical Report*
Again, none of the wounds are serious, but like Private Carpazo, they are causing serious pain and vulnerability, almost making them immobile and unable to fight from just the sheer pain. Private Faceman is still able to use his upper body perfectly however, but the injury to his leg has made him significantly immobile and slow…

[/li][li] Your previous attempt to retreat indeed did fail, because I felt the enemy would still be able to shoot/stop you from your attempted escape route. I now plea that you either surrender or retreat quickly, before anymore serious damage comes to yourself or your unit.

You also have a radio, if possible, calling for reinforcements and attempting to survive for the duration of their successful arrival, would certainly be another option if not.
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Axis:

SS Squad & Wehrmacht Morale: Moderate, ready for a fight!

Units: (In ranking order)
- SS-Sturmscharführer; McMillan.
- Unteroffizier; Alkema
- Corporal Busse
- SS-Private Kellen
- SS-Private Ulrich
- Private Riepold

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• Heiko, Reipold and Busse remained steadfast in this positions, glancing briefly over towards Edward McMillan and the other units across the river momentarily, as they made their assault of an attack to bolster suppression on the enemy in the cabin.
  
  
• Edward’s frantic shooting with both the side-arms and primary weapon have successfully suppressed the enemy as intended and the few extra party shots from units on the field in general (both Heiko’s and Edward’s men) have added additional firepower to the suppression. Successfully keeping the enemy suppressed within their tight spots, unable to rescue their wounded comrade a mere couple of foot away or move for additional cover (except one enemy NPC).
  
  
• As the wounded man in the doorway began to drag himself slowly towards cover, Corporal Busse once again acted on impulse and drew a long breath, aiming his rifle for a clean humane shot (surprisingly) and put the man out of his misery with a single bullet from his rifle, before holding his fire as the crazed gun-hoe-turned-Nazi threw a grenade - directed into the building, but hitting the door in the process, alarming Heiko’s small troop to duck for cover as it was indeed outside and shrapnel travelled far…
  
  
• Luckily they weren’t injured and neither stunned by the blast from afar. As the dust and dirt began to settle, everyone went silent and held their fire, listening to the painful moans coming from within…
  
  (Edward, your grenade didn’t successfully get into the building, because during the period of you throwing the grenade, you were down the side of the bridge correct? In my mind, where you were standing, that would have been sloping downwards towards the river and so in order to throw from that position, you would have had to have done an ‘over-head’ throw to get it the distance from your lower position - upwards towards the cabin on the other side.
  
  So your accuracy was killed. If you had been standing on the bridge however, you would have got the grenade through the door most likely)
  

Heiko’s turn next, right?
~Danny

[Heiko Alkema]

OOC: Not the greatest post ever. No need for a map.

"Guter Schoss, Busse," whispered Heiko. The praise brought a grin the soldier but he didn't let it distract him, keeping his eyes glued the doorway. This little engagement was going better than Heiko could have ever hoped. Then the unexpected.

"Throw down your weapons and walk out slowly one at a time, I will promise you will not be harmed. Follow my instructions and no more damage will be done to you!"

It was disorienting to hear the enemy tongue coming from a troop of German. Heiko looked over toward his men and met Busse's now distracted eyes and they shared a look of confusion. Neither of them knew English.

"Was zum Teufel soll das bedeuten?" rasped Heiko now fixated on the leader of the SS men.

"Ich weiss nicht. Riepold? Wissen Sie?" The two senior soldiers looked to Riepold as a last resort.

"Nein..." No surprise.

A feeling of unease crept over the trio behind the hay bales. None of them have a clue as to what was about to happen, but they had a feeling that it wasn't going to be good.

"Augen auf. Behalt das Haus in deine Augen. Scheiss nicht, sofern nichts scheissen der Feind. Werden wir was passieren sehen." The two riflemen resumed their watch as ordered by Heiko. Heiko, himself, however let his eyes fall on the SS men. Even under normal circumstances the SS couldn't be trusted. This was just one more entry on Heiko's ever growing list of reasons to not trust Hitler's personal army.

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"Guter Schoss, Busse,"
- Good shot, Busse.

"Was zum Teufel soll das bedeuten?"
- What the hell does that mean?

"Ich weiss nicht. Riepold? Wissen Sie?"
- I don't know. Riepold? Do you know?

"Augen auf. Behalt das Haus in deine Augen. Scheiss nicht, sofern nichts scheissen der Feind. Werden wir was passieren sehen."
- Eyes open. Keep an eye on the house. Don't shoot unless the enemy does. Let's see what happens.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:

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***No map change!***

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Allies:
Squad Morale: Very Low/Panicking

*** Heavily Suppressed ***

Units:[/b] (In ranking order)
- Staff Sergeant; Bargett (Deaf)
- Private First-Class; Petterson (Inactive, but still in battle - Deaf)

- Private Hannibal (Deaf)

- Private Carazo[/b] (Deaf & Wounded!)[/color]
*Medical Report*
Pieces of shrapnel, sized from an inch and smaller, have peppered the entire side of his left body in various places. None of the wounds are major and have only peppered into the flesh of his skin, but nonetheless, he is in extreme pain from the dozen or more pieces of shrapnel spattered into his skin and needs medical attention. All the wounds are just minor flesh wounds, but the wounds to the left side of his face have also come close to his eye…

This unit will be unable to move without serious pain and if made to fight, will be quite vulnerable.

- Private Faceman[/b] (Deaf & Wounded!)[/color]
*Medical Report*
Again, none of the wounds are serious, but like Private Carpazo, they are causing serious pain and vulnerability, almost making them immobile and unable to fight from just the sheer pain. Private Faceman is still able to use his upper body perfectly however, but the injury to his leg has made him significantly immobile and slow…

- Private Smart; Deceased: Bullet to the head, directly below the right temple/cheekbone. [/color]

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• All units are still currently suppressed, with little to no intervention of being able to move to any alternative and direct cover.
  
  
• Both wounded men are grunting and shrieking in pain, again their wounds are seriously critical, but the mere multitude of the flesh wounds and burns are causing utmost serious pain to both men and they both need medical assistance where possible.
  
  
• The deafening effects from the close proximity of the grenade are vaguely wearing off, but the high pitch tone of ringing in all the men's ears still remain strongly and should pass off in the next couple rounds of posting.
  

---

Axis:

SS Squad & Wehrmacht Morale: High!

Units: (In ranking order)
- SS-Sturmscharführer; McMillan.
- Unteroffizier; Alkema
- Corporal Busse
- SS-Private Kellen
- SS-Private Ulrich
- Private Riepold

---

• Busse's ego expanded for a brief moment in time by the passed comment of a 'good shot', as he pondered on the idea of getting closer to the cabin, that now emitted faint groaning shortly after the failed grenade attempt - not so failed after-all.
  
  "Warum gehen wir nicht, beenden sie? Wenn Sie darauf beharren, Gefangene zu nehmen, dann brauchen wir nur ein, ein gesunder. Ich trage nicht irgendwelcher verwundete nicht sogar für einen verrückten SS Mann, der amerikanische Pistolen und eine englische Zunge so fließend verwendet"
  
  "Why don't we go finish them? If you insist on taking prisoners, then we only need one, a healthy one. I'm not carrying any wounded, not even for a crazy SS man using American pistols and a English tongue so fluently" Busse piped out, taking his eyes off the door momentarily, before looking back and shouldered his rifle. A distaste for their SS superior on the field, a distaste for any SS man in general.
  

Mac, your turn for the big call.
~Danny

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

I miss Mac

But I'd like to move forward if possible please.

-JT

[Mac Bargett]

((OCC: I hope there is no need for a map, it seems like a lot of work just to show Mac walking up to a window, and then out a door.))

The ringing in his eyes made concentrating hard, but as well as he could Staff Sergeant Bargett thought about how to get his squad out of the hell they were in. One idea beckon him like the Pearly Gates, the open window. Mac slowly walked over and gazed out into the dusty landscape. He was mostly uninjured, he could probably pop some smoke, throw a grenade for a distraction and get out there safe, if they weren’t actually surrounded. He grabbed his handkerchief from around his neck and wiped the sweat rolling down his face and turned to the Privates under his care. None of them were unable to move well, in perfect conditions. Especially not under enemy fire. If he made it out of this Sicilian hellhole alive and well, could he live with their faces etched into his conscious, filling his dreams with nightmares? No he could not.

Slowly, he took out from his jacket, first his lighter, then the pile of papers that composed all of his maps, notes, and other radio material. The two objects in his hands kissed, and Mac watched the yellow and orange flame dance through the papers, a world of fire all the more calmer then the hell he was living. Once the heat became to unbearable for him to hold, he released the charred slips out of the window, then took up his handy talkie and smashed it against the window frame repeatedly, destroying it’s crystals and dials, and grinding metal into wires and tubes.

As the privates yelled in pain around him, Mac dropped both the destroyed radio and his near perfect condition M1A1 Thompson onto the floor, wiped his forehead once more, and started walking out the door, the wet, white hankerkief held out in front of him position almost in the way of a Hitler salute. For a moment, he was blinded by the sunlight, but after diverting his eyes, Mac yelled what he had always hoped he would never have to, “Wir sind kein Weganfall zu kämpfen und die meisten von uns sind verletzt. Ich und meine Gruppeübergabe zu Ihnen unter der Genfer Konvention. Kann der Allmächtige Herr Streik hinunter die, die uns gut unter der Genf Bedingungen nicht behandeln. “

Translation:
We are no way fit to fight and most of us are injured. I and my squad surrender to you under the Geneva Convention. May the Almighty Lord strike down those who do not treat us well under those Geneva conditions.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:

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Allies:
Squad Morale: Rock bottom low.

Units:[/b] (In ranking order)
- Staff Sergeant; Bargett (Deaf)
- Private First-Class; Petterson (Inactive, but still in battle - Deaf)

- Private Hannibal (Deaf)

- Private Carazo[/b] (Deaf & Wounded!)[/color]
*Medical Report*
Pieces of shrapnel, sized from an inch and smaller, have peppered the entire side of his left body in various places. None of the wounds are major and have only peppered into the flesh of his skin, but nonetheless, he is in extreme pain from the dozen or more pieces of shrapnel spattered into his skin and needs medical attention. All the wounds are just minor flesh wounds, but the wounds to the left side of his face have also come close to his eye…

This unit will be unable to move without serious pain and if made to fight, will be quite vulnerable.

- Private Faceman[/b] (Deaf & Wounded!)[/color]
*Medical Report*
Again, none of the wounds are serious, but like Private Carpazo, they are causing serious pain and vulnerability, almost making them immobile and unable to fight from just the sheer pain. Private Faceman is still able to use his upper body perfectly however, but the injury to his leg has made him significantly immobile and slow…

- Private Smart; Deceased: Bullet to the head, directly below the right temple/cheekbone. [/color]

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• Destroying maps and other documental pieces regarding radio operations, Staff Sergeant Bargett has successfully destroyed any important pieces of information he may have been carrying.
  
  (This has prevented the enemy from getting any extra bonus CP for recovering additional intelligence)
  
  
• Destroying the radio-set, Staff Sergeant Bargett has also successfully destroyed any attempts the Axis may have had at infiltrating enemy intelligence through the radio waves. Luckily for Mac Bargett, none of the Germans on the field have a clean sight to the window, where he was able to successfully destroy the equipment - otherwise, would have been shot at for deterring any attempts to destroy the equipment.
  
  (This has also prevented the enemy from getting any extra bonus CP for recovering any additional intelligence)
  
  
• Exiting the building, with a white handkerchief held high; bewildered PFC Petterson and PVT Hannibal (unwounded men) watched in astonishment as their Staff Sergeant surrendered quite bluntly, sealing their fate.
  

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Axis:

SS Squad & Wehrmacht Morale: Very High!

Units: (In ranking order)
- SS-Sturmscharführer; McMillan.
- Unteroffizier; Alkema
- Corporal Busse
- SS-Private Kellen
- SS-Private Ulrich
- Private Riepold

---

• Busse was the first to react to the situation unwinding before them, as he turned to look at Sergeant Heiko and spit out quickly; "Kann ich, den Schuss nehmen!?"

[/b] (Can I take the shot!?) the cocky corporal requested, his rifle at the ready, but his eyes lingering over towards their SS-Counterparts near the bridge, knowing they most probably had better ideas.
[/li][/ul]

Due to current circumstances, Edward (JT!) you're needed for one last post as the ranked man on the field to either accept the surrender or otherwise. Remember, the enemy have wounded and so-forth. Approach the situation with caution and deal with it accordingly.

If you wish to create a map, you may, but a map shouldn't be needed for this last post. The taking of prisoners or the likes.

*** Bargett, your radio equipment has been removed, due to you destroying it and you may be required to pay a fee to get another set of radio equipment in the near future. Assuming you survive, being taken prisoner. The ball isn't in my court! The rest of your equipment has been left unhindered, even though you have disarmed yourself. It's entirely up to your opponents on whether you keep your equipment or you're stripped clean.***[/i][/color]

~Danny

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Ed looked on, there was a couple of thud sounds coming from inside What the heck are they doing in there? he wondered, but he didn't ponder upon it for very long as a figure began to emerge from the doorway. He's surrendering! "Halten Sie Ihr Feuer!! Halten Sie Ihr Feuer!! McMillan yelled out, looking to the Axis forces on the battlefield holding his left arm up and clenching his fist. He never once lowered his weapon, after all there was only one of them coming out of the door into the open, there could be ten more waiting inside to open up on them as soon as they let their guard down. "Call your men outside, all of them!!" He yelled out once more, this time directing it toward the American soldier before him. "Bleiben Sie ruhige Burschen aber seien Sie bereit, wenn es eine Falle ist! Ich werde sie langsam kommen draußen haben und werfen ihre Waffen hinunter und nehmen ihren Gang heraus! Meine Männer werden nähern und werden sie suchen, auf alle Fälle wenn Sie etwas sehen, das ich es nicht herausrufe!" He didn't want this to end in unneeded bloodshed, but he wasn't about to lose any German soldiers from being careless, SS or not. "I SAID GET THEM OUTSIDE...NOW!!!" McMillan stammered, he didn't want to kill anyone that was surrendering but he didn't want to stand out in the African sun all day either.

(PuNk! given the situation of his men I don't know if they would come out or carry the wounded or what not, so since this is intended to be the last post I guess I'll cover all the bases)

BEST CASE:
They come outside and carry the wounded out as well

McMillan watched carefully as the enemy force slowly emerged one by one through the door, carrying wounded men with them. "Kellen, Ulrich, werden Sie da drüben, Ulrich Sie suchen sie, während Kellen ein nahes Auge auf ihnen behält, und Ulrich verlässt Ihre Waffe hier, das letzte Ding, das wir brauchen, ist, eine lebende Waffe rechts in ihre Hände zu laufen. Kellen, Versuch, aus unserer Schusslinie zu bleiben, wenn Sie können, wenn dies sauer das schnellere geht, das wir diesen den weniger Schaden beenden, den sie machen können. Wartezeit für meinen Befehl." Ed said to his men. he waited a few moments so they could process what was happening and nodded back to him. "Uload all your weapons if you have any on you and throw them toward the goats." But he figured he better tell the rest of the guys what was going on so they didn't see this as an aggressive action. "Ich lasse sie ihre Waffen nach dem Ziegekugelschreiber nach Entladen sie werfen, wenn sie laufen für sie wir sie in einem böse Feuer haben werden!" he called out loudly, and as clear as he could. After they were allowed to comply with the orders McMillan continued. "Very slowly, grab your collars with both of your hands and pull them up over your head, DO NOT, and I repeat, DO NOT let them go!...now slowly turn all the way around!...Behalten Sie Ihre Augen auf ihnen!" This would allow the German soldiers to see if their enemy would have anything hidden in their waste line or possibly even an explosive strapped to them. McMillan licked his lips and swallowed before he continued as his mouth was starting to dry out.

"Now face away from my voice and get on your knees, then cross your feet behind you, do this slowly and DO NOT let go of your collars!" Once the opposing force complied McMillan gave the order for his soldiers to appoach the surrendering men and search them before they would be captured. He handed over his spare bandage for them to take with them as well to do what little they could for the wounded men at the moment.

MOST LIKELY CASE (I'm assuming)
Only the healthy men exit the building but relay that there are wounded inside

Same as above, only exception:

- McMillan would order Heiko's men (Not Heiko himself) to advance slightly before the SS men. There purpose, having been relayed to them, would be to look inside the building from the northern window to keep an eye on the interior of the building, keeping their distance from the surrendering men until they arrived at the window.

- After the surrendering men were searched and secured, the unarmed SS soldier (Ulrich) would enter the building to render what little aid he could under the watchful eye of the remaining German forces.

WORST CASE
No one on the interior wants to surrender and decide to fight

We light them the heck up and don't stop until nothing is moving, they had their shot and played dirty, there will not be a fool me twice option.

TRANSLATIONS:
Halten Sie Ihr Feuer!!
Hold your fire!!

Bleiben Sie ruhige Burschen aber seien Sie bereit, wenn es eine Falle ist! Ich werde sie langsam kommen draußen haben und werfen ihre Waffen hinunter und nehmen ihren Gang heraus! Meine Männer werden nähern und werden sie suchen, auf alle Fälle wenn Sie etwas sehen, das ich es nicht herausrufe!
Stay calm guys but be ready if it's a trap! I'll have them slowly come outside and throw down their weapons and remove their gear! My men will approach and search them, by all means if you see something I don't, call it out!

Kellen, Ulrich, werden Sie da drüben, Ulrich Sie suchen sie, während Kellen ein nahes Auge auf ihnen behält, und Ulrich verlässt Ihre Waffe hier, das letzte Ding, das wir brauchen, ist, eine lebende Waffe rechts in ihre Hände zu laufen. Kellen, Versuch, aus unserer Schusslinie zu bleiben, wenn Sie können, wenn dies sauer das schnellere geht, das wir diesen den weniger Schaden beenden, den sie machen können. Wartezeit für meinen Befehl.
Kellen, Ulrich, get over there, Ulrich you search them while Kellen keeps a close eye on them, and Ulrich leave your weapon here, the last thing we need is to walk a live weapon right into their hands. Kellen, try to stay out of our line of fire if you can, if this goes sour the quicker we end this the less damage they can do. Wait for my command.

Ich lasse sie ihre Waffen nach dem Ziegekugelschreiber nach Entladen sie werfen, wenn sie laufen für sie wir sie in einem böse Feuer haben werden!
I'm having them toss their weapons toward the goat pen after unloading them, if they run for them we will have them in a cross fire!

Behalten Sie Ihre Augen auf ihnen!
Keep your eyes on them![/b]

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

This battle (If that, it's squad on squad) started in August, can a mod...ANY mod please finish this up? This is currently the shortest battle I've been in out of my last four and that's rather annoying.

-JT