The Final Reckoning [Luther]

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post

The following actions have been made;

Sergeant Major Luther:

• Nathan, I modded your actions after Rhys shot the flare at you. You can't go back and change the time so you fired half a clip at him.
  
  
• Easily spotting Corporal Reid's idiotic mistake at leaving himself and the Gurkha out in the open, the firing from the upstairs has killed the Gurkha with 3 bullet holes throughout his person. However, the angle at which the two SS men were firing from made it hard for them to aim at Corporal Reid's upper body, due to the tree being in the way. Frankfurter's first shot got lost in the branches, but he adjusted the second 2 so that they were aimed at Reid's foot. This still wasn't enough for a shot to hit, though.
  
  
• Private Ebersbach's bandaging helped the injured man, but only slightly. He will most likely die in the next 1 or 2 posts, unless proper first aid is given to him from a first aid kit. Ebersbach's shot bounced off the corner of the Allied building, him having not had a clear LOF.
  
  
• Private Keuster has successfully sneaked up on Rhys Bevan, leaving him unaware to the danger he is in. Rhys is in a lot of pain and it distracted him from silly things such as looking out for the enemy.
  
  
• Luther still remains blind.
  

~Dan

[Rhys Bevan]

OOC: I edited out a couple of Luther's men, mainly so I could fit my chaps into their positions easily. They're probably dead anyway. ;D

A few seconds earlier...

Reid was only vaguely aware of the events around him as Abdul was felled by a German bullet. There would be time enough to grieve later but now was a time for action.

"Archer, Rudesh!" he bellowed, ducking under the cover of an overhanging tree. "Open fire on the bugger on the lower floor. Take him down and then charge! Prepare to fix bayonets!"

The privates did so and sent bloody hell raining down on the single defender of the building, Rudesh fuelled by the tears at the loss of his kin.

Reid had the sense to move out of the line of fire of the men in the upper floor, sending a single bullet to meet one of his attackers as a farewell gift before taking his position in the mud and sending a series of punching blows towards the lower defenders, pausing only to wipe the sweat from his brow. The lower floor defender was sure to be too pre-occupied with his companions and the upper floor defenders couldn't hit him if their lives depended on it. Just the way he liked it. He trained his own rifle on the private and sent a shot screeching through the air towards him. For Abdul, he murmured to himself. For Griggs. For me.

Present Time...

The sound of bullets suddenly filled the air like electric. Rhys couldn't tell who was firing or who had just been hit; the dying screams of every man were the same. A mixture of pleading, horror and patheticeness. Well, he thought with a confidence he didn't neccessarilly feel. He wouldn't be one of them.

It was deathly quiet around him and Rhys didn't like being out in the open. He felt like he was being watched. Wrapping the loose ends of the bandages tight around his midriff so he wouldn't trip over them, Rhys stumbled into the building directly before him as silently as possible, determined to at least get some form of cover.

The second he entered, Rhys slammed the door shut and fastened the crude but seemingly stern lock. If anyone tried to force entry, he would at least have a couple of seconds to gather himself until they burst threw. Of course, he thought darkly. Bullets could shatter wood almost like glass.

Rhys withdrew a single morphine pill from his pack, his good hand trembling slightly in a sort of numb pain. Since the disaster of his previous introduction to morphine, he had made sure that the correct dosage had been set out for him by the medics if the worst came to worst. 10 milligrams. Enough to dull most of the pain but not quite enough to throw him into delusion. He placed it calmly into his mouth and, despite the gradual dryness of his mouth, swallowed in a matter of seconds.

The Staff Sergeant could feel the pain - or at least some of it - slipping away but he knew that unless he could finish the skirmish quickly he would soon grow too weak to carry on, regardless whether he was in pain or not. Moving steadily through the building, he approached the doorway and saw, not a few feet away, William Luther. He looked daze. Perhaps the flare wasn't such a useless piece of equipment after all, he mused. He raised his pistol through the doorway and trained it expertly on Luther. He would have preferred to have been able to use both hands but one was more than enough to rid the world of the German bastard forever.

Every hardship Rhys had suffered, every man he had lost to the horrors of Luther and others like him seemed to ripple through his blood stream in that moment and into his trigger finger. Rhys gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger. He didn't check to see whether he was alive or dead; Luther wasn't worth the attention.

Almost Simultaneously....

Reid, Archer and Rudesh charged through no man's land, out of sight of the few SS bastards who manned the upper floor, away from the deadly horror of their windows. They pushed into the window and, without hesitation finished off the two men within, be they alive or no.

"Nice work, lads," said Reid confidently. "Archer, Rudesh, guard the building. Make sure the scum up on the higher floor don't leave; if they attack, open fire. Archer, keep an eye out for anyone moving past your Western door; shoot on sight. I'm going to look for the Sergeant. Good luck,"

The men murmured the echo and pushed forwards to man their positions. Reid felt an odd surge of pride at his men and made his way towards the end of the building. He stopped himself from leaving just in time; there almost directly in front of him was an SS Sergeant Major. Reid retreated a few steps, hoping that the man hadn't seen him - although there was no reason to suggest that he had- and brought his rifle to his shoulder. He closed one eye and dropped his aim so that he was effectively aiming at the man's crotch. He loosed off two controlled shots and a second later, pushed his way into the second building. As he moved, he was delighted to hear that the privates had sent a couple of pot shots up the ladder towards the men upstairs, serving as an able distraction for Reid to enter the building unharmed.

"Corporal," murmured Rhys, observing his subordinate grimly as he entered, locking the door behind him. "Thank God you're alive," Reid nodded simply, unsure what to say. "Here," said Rhys, throwing the machine gun over to the Corporal. "Take the Bren. Set it up by the door; shoot anyone who moves, got that?"

Reid nodded with more determination this time and did as the Staff Sergeant instructed, lying down on his stomach and setting up the machine gun proficiently against the door, ready to open fire.

Rhys himself moved over to the front door and noticed a limp figure at his side; a German private. Rhys considered shooting him in the skull to put him out of his misery but he wasn't quite at the stage where he could kill a defenceless man. Yet. Instead, he stamped down on the man's face and stabbed him in the shoulder so he would be unable to shoot at them, even if he wanted to. Rhys withdrew his knife from the man's shoulder and placed it back in his pack. You can never have too many prisoners after all, he told himself.

He moved to stand at the side of the front door, ready to open fire if anyone forced their way in. Shunted against the wall, it would be unlikely that anyone would be able to see him. Until it was too late, that is.

Timeline

1. Reid and the privates fill the lower-floor private with lead.
2. Bevan enters the building and locks one of the doors. He takes a morphine pill and shoots Luther.
3. Reid and co. charge through no man's land, avoiding the windows and into the building. Archer and Rudesh hold the upper floor defenders under siege, Archer specifically looking out for anyone crossing no man's land between the two houses.
4. Reid enters Bevan's house under covering fire from Archer and Rudesh (shooting Luther on the way) and takes up his position with Bevan's Bren, guarding one of the doors. Rhys also takes up his position beside the front door.

[Daniel Brennan]

Map unreadable, please make another. Also, leave in ALL enemies, so I know where they are.

[Rhys Bevan]

Map edited.

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post

Rhys, you are one suicidal bastard...
Also, you seem to think that Luther has recieved some sort of serious brain injury. He is just blind, he can still hear and use his arms perfectly well you know.

The following actions have been made;

Staff Sergeant R. Bevan:

• As Luther mentioned in his post before, Private Ebersbach had his rifle trained on the door of the house so as Private Archer and Private Rudesh stepped into the open to fire at him, he opened fire, hitting Archer in the lower stomach. The bullet has hit a few organs and Archer will die in the next few posts.
  
  
• Unfortunately for the German Private, he was opperating a Bolt-action rifle and wasn't able to fire again before he was cut down by fire from Corporal Read and Rudesh. One bullet smashed into his shin, breaking the bone with a sickening crunch and another hit his chest, piercing one of his lungs inside. He collapsed to the floor with his lung filling with blood until Rudesh and Reid made it over and put him out of his misery. The other injured German has also been killed by the two British soldiers.
  
  
• As staff Sergeant Bevan stumbled inside he made a lot of noise and the German Private sent around the back, remembering his orders to attack if the enemy made a move, ran forwards and just reached the door as it was slammed shut. As Rhys Bevan fumbled for the lock he raised his rifle and fired into the wood of the door; knowing that his target was injured and wouldn't have been able to get away in time.
  
  
• The bullet cut into Bevan's shoulder and lodged against the bone. The force of the bullet knocked him backwards onto the ground where he finally passed unconscious, before he had a chance to look after himself properly with his Med-kit. However, he did succeed in locking the door and the German Private wasted valuable time trying to force it open, not knowing that the British forces had occupied the lower floor of the North-eastern building.
  
  
• Luther, hearing the sounds of the British forces occupying his building raised his weapon in the direction of the noises, expecting the British to advance towards him. He was able to hear the footsteps and he pulled down on the trigger just as Reid saw him. As he wasn't able to see what he was shooting he was only able to inflict a minor flesh injury on the Corporal - a bullet slicing through the fleshy part of his upper leg - but he has still succeeded in making the corporal dive back into the building again.
  
  
• The injured German private in the Western building has finally died from blood loss. William Luther has started to regain his lost eyesight. Although he can not nearly see properly yet, he is able to make out shadows and slight differences between colours.
  

Rhys Bevan, you are in serious danger of dieing in this thread. However, you have no way to escape as you are unconscious and your surviving men are all trapped (If they try and run away then they will most likely be picked off by the upstairs Germans/ the Private in the Western building). Your fate lies with what Luther does with his next post.


~Dan

[William Luther]

OOC: Dan, I had to assume my eyesight was constantly increasing throughout this, and pretty much half of my post is reliant on the fact that I managed to kill the enemy troops. I’ve put it in a circumstance where they would most likely die, but if I’m wrong… Please don’t kill me!

Sight. Luther could almost see again. Well, an overstatement. He could make out roughly what was happening as he squeezed the trigger of the rifle. A cry of pain came from the target, and unfamiliar voice indicating one of the annoying British soldiers. Good! He began crawling backwards along the wall to try and get away from the firing. For a few more minutes, atleast, he was useless for the battle.

Keuster shot again into the door, shattering the lock and kicking it in. Bevan was on the ground before him, the man’s Bren gun and handgun in easy view. Throwing his bolt action rifle out the door behind him, he bent down, picking up the machine gun and the pistol. Pocketing the smaller weapon, he grabbed a spare magazine for the Bren and reloaded, the way he had been taught with the supply of abandoned weapons from Dunkirk the SS kept. He carried on through the building, raising the weapon up to his shoulder, and aiming along the iron sights at the man with the Corporals chevrons upon his uniform.

As he came through the door frame of his building, he opened fire, letting out a trio of three-wound bursts into the head, and the chest of his target. He moved his aim round to the Private, and uttered one of the few words of English he knew. ”Surrender.”

With the sound of the firing pushing him on, Finkel came from upstairs, crossing the room, and placing a hand on the edge of the ladder, jumping down, aiming at the remaining walking Allied shoulder. He considered letting the man surrender, but fired a single shot at the man’s skull.

He let the rifle drop a bit as his right hand reached down to his belt, removing the bayonet. He walked over to the enemy soldier, and slit the mans throat to ensure his death, and repeated the same thing with the Corporal, Keuster keeping covering fire on him at all times.

”Herr Sturmscharführer!” he called out to Luther, taking a look over his shoulder at his NCO. William was struggling to his feet, leaning heavily against the wall, feeling his way along.

He stepped outside to help the man, grabbing his arm and guiding him over to Bevan. ”Bevan.” he stated, showing the unconscious man to the very, very happy Luther. ”Entfernen Sie sein Zahnrad, und binden Sie ihn an. Verwenden Sie irgendetwas”

With a quick confirmation, Keuster bent over Bevan, stripping the man of his flare gun, grenades, knife, medical bag and binoculars. Luther’s rapidly healing eye sight came upon one of the most joyous sights of his career. He stumbled into the main building as Frankfurter descended the stairs. ” Es gibt ein in der Straße.”
” Schießen Sie ihn.

Luther blinked rapidly as he span around. He heard a crack as Frankfurter aimed out the window at the man outside. A grunting from behind announced the arrival of Keuster. Bevan was bare chest, his shirt his ropes binding the man’s legs. A shoulder wound was bleeding freely, and Luther indicated the medical bag on the ground. ” Flicken Sie ihn”

He walked to the armaments on the floor, and pocketed the grenades. They may come in handy. The knife was thrown in his pack, along with the binoculars as Luther prepared for the march home. Wolfram would certainly be pleased with this.

Translations[/u]

Entfernen Sie sein Zahnrad, und binden Sie ihn an. Verwenden Sie irgendetwas – Remove his gear and tie him up. Use anything.

Es gibt ein in der Straße. – There’s one in the street

Schießen Sie ihn. – Shoot him

Flicken Sie ihn – Patch him up

OOC: (again) Didn’t include a map, as I felt this was all fairly self-explanatory.

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post

Hmm, hmm...

The following actions have been made;
Sergeant Major Luther:

• Kuester successfully broke the door down and stripped Bevan of his pistol and Bren. However, as he appeared out the door way of his building he was fired on by Corporal Reid (Who had ducked back out again to kill Luther, but found him gone) and took a bullet through his upper shoulder. He has ducked back into his building out of Reid's line of fire.
  
  
• Private Finkels jump down the ladder didn't end too well for him. Rudesh had his rifle trained on the ladder as he had been ordered to do and he was able to fire before Finkel even hit the ground. The bullet tore through his leg just above the knee and the force of the bullet tilted his legs backwards in the air. His face smashed into the ground; breaking his nose and knocking out quite a few teeth. He is alive, but practically blind from the blood pouring down his face.
  
  
• Luther remains around the corner having heard the fire directed at Kuester. His eyes are healing more and he can now focus easier on shapes and is able to make out different colours better.
  
  
• Private Archer has died from his previous injury's.
  

~Dan

[Rhys Bevan]

In a heartbeat, a German soldier lay mangled on the lower floor in front of the two men, bleeding profusely and not quite managing to look menacing and Nazi-ish with blood dribbling from pretty much everywhere blood could dribble from. Rudesh didn't waste any time; he sent two controlled shots into the man's shoulders and kicked away his weapon. Even if he did manage to get to his feet anytime soon, he would be unable to aim in the slightest. Struck by a flash of inspiration, he unhooked the man's dog tag from around his neck and threw it up onto the second floor, knowing it would cause some kind of distraction for the man who stood in their way of total domination of the building. Perhaps he would be merely slightly distracted by the jingle as it landed, perhaps he would turn to see what was occurring, maybe he would believe it to be a casual grenade and dive for cover or maybe he would even scramble to read what was scribbled on it. Whatever the case, the men could do with a distraction. And a distraction was hopefully what they would get.

A split second after throwing the dog tag, Reid clambered up the ladder swiftly and quietely, the minor pain in his leg drowned out by sheer adrenaline, followed by the grim-faced Rudesh. The second they reached the second floor, they opened fire on the man before them. Rudesh almost felt sorry for him. Trapped against the wall, he didn't stand a chance. But desperate needs called for desperate measures, he reasoned.

With the act done, Reid moved over to the window and trained his rifle through the empty pane. He signalled for Rudesh to join him but the Ghurka shook his head.

"I must go and find the Sergeant," he said simply. "Give me covering fire; take down the German NCO and shoot at the man inside the other building. Distract him with your shooting so I can get behind him and fell him, yes?"

Reid nodded; it seemed that the private was the one giving the orders now. Rudesh nodded in answer and smiled grimly, before making his way down the ladder and out into the open...

The corporal trained the rifle directly at Luther's chest, determined to make every shot count. He rested his weapon on the windowsill to guarantee absolute steadiness and, closing one eye as he often did when concentrating, he pulled the trigger. He paused only to adjust his aim slightly and sent a further three shots screeching through the sky towards the enemy commander.

Rudesh halted behind the single tree situated by the house and taking one cautious look at Luther who seemed to be under heavy fire from Reid, darted into the building through the single open door.

Reid turned his fire away from Luther and towards the one man inside the building. It was a tricky shot perhaps but Reid had secured tricker. Besides, accuracy and precision wouldn't be neccessarilly vital for this stage in the makeshift battle plan. He just had to put the man under enough heavy fire to secure a distraction so that Rudesh would be able to shoot him in the back. Not particularly honourable to the enemy, but the Nazis had given up that right on day one. Reid pulled the trigger and sent shot after shot burning through the scorching African sky, seemingly leaving a molten blaze behind them.

The Ghurka took a deep breath before ducking into the enemy-held building and opening fire on the SS bastard before him, his shots piercing the sky, hungry to slash at the man's flesh. Fired upon from two fronts by both Reid and Rudesh, metal met metal in the overpowering air, and, if Rudesh was not very much mistaken, it met flesh as well. German flesh.

Rudesh turned to where Bevan lay. He looked so peaceful. The man shook his head. This was his Senior NCO he was talking about. And peaceful was never a word he would opt to use for Rhys Bevan. He snatched at the Bren Machine Gun from the floor and trained it on the door. If anyone was preparing to attack, he would be ready for them. And so would his gun.

Timeline

• After shooting the wounded German in the shoulders and kicking away his weapon, Rudesh attempts to distracts Frankfurter with the dog tag, and both he and Reid charge up the ladder and open fire on Frankfurter until he is little more than a hot dog.
  
• Reid takes position at a window and sends a number of controlled shots at Luther while Rudesh exits the house through the front door and steadily makes his way towards the building held by Krueder.
  
• Reid turns his aim on Krueder and taking the chance, Rudesh enters the building from behind while Krueder is hopefully distracted by Reid and the two shoot him from their positions.
  
• Reid stays in the upper building, ready to fire on anything German that moves (namely Luther) and Rudesh takes Kruder's Bren and stands guard over Bevan's unconscious form.
  

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post

Rhys, Luther said that he had crawled around the corner away from your guys. You have taken advantage of him not providing a map and put him right in the middle of your Line of Fire.
Please, pay attention to your enemys posts.

The following actions have been made;
Staff Sergeant R. Bevan:

• The shots Rudesh fired into the shoulders of the injured German have, if anything, done more bad than good. Private Frankfurter upstairs has heard the shots and the screams of pain from his comrade and this has made him angrier and more determined to kill the remaining enemy soldiers.
  
  
• The attempt to distract Frankfurter before going up the ladder failed terribly. The tag landed right beside the ladder and so drew Frankfurter's attention to the ladder. He could hear the British soldier climbing the ladder and so had a couple of seconds to raise his rifle before Reid became visible. Frankfurter took his time to aim carefuly at his target while he was vulnerable and fired one shot that tore through Reid's head, killing him.
  
  
• The body crashed down onto Private Rudesh who was coming up the ladder behind Reid and has scared the Gurkha (sp?) out of his wits. Rudesh decided in terror, that he wanted to get away and he set off to the building his commander was in. He entered the building without the German private noticing and he fired a shot that killed Kuester (not 'Krueder' ). He then picked up the Bren of his own accord.
  
  
• Luthers eyesight has been improving even more. Although his eyesight is still a blit blurry and everything has a yellowish sheen to it he is able to see enough to walk around without help.
  

~Dan

[William Luther]

A scream erupted from the building, accompanied by a sickening thud. Luther winced slightly, it certainly sounded painful, and then, cracks of gunfire at the man on the floor. Luther had a feeling it was Finkel. Frankfurter was the better shot, and would probably have stayed upstairs, and Finkel was the kind of guy that loved to leap before looking. Luther chewed his lip as the aptness of this expression came to him.

He heard more gunfire, and another thud. The sharp crack of the Mauser rifle seemed familiar to him, and he had no doubt that a British Bastard had just died. Good riddance to them. Footsteps, but before Luther could look around the corner, the man had disappeared. Luther looked towards the upper floor of the building ahead of him. As if by fate, Frankfurter looked down at Luther, their eyes locked as they worked out what to do. Luther made a few brief hand signals, boiling down to the simple orders of make a distraction.

Frankfurter carefully, but swiftly climbed down the ladder. Finkel was on the ground, frightened but alive. Frankfurter winked at the man, reassuring him. Frankfurter took a quick breath before running out the front door, along the side of the building before stopping. He leant through the main doors, and fired a quick shot, aimed at the Bren gun-wielding Private, before spinning back around the edge of the building. He backed along the wall, slipping more bullets into his weapon and working the bolt.

He reached the side door, and leaned in again, letting off another quick shot at the Bren gunner, and repeated, moving along the wall to the main door, firing another shot, but this time, not exposing any body, just sticking the gun barrel around the corner and firing. But, this time, instead of moving, he let off another shot, aiming this time.

He made a final move, coming around the side of the building and firing off another, un-aimed shot.

Luther, meanwhile, slowly walked along the back of the building, making sure to maintain absolute silence. As he reached the corner, his StG44 came up to his shoulder, and he took in a few deep breaths. He stepped around, towards the door. The shattered lock was on the floor, and Frankfurter was at the side of the building, firing through the main door. Luther took a breath and span around the corner, aiming at the predominant form in the room, a large Bren wielding soldier, opened fire, emptying his entire magazine in bursts of three-five rounds. He span back around the wall, hitting the magazine release button, just letting the empty case drop to the floor as he slipped another magazine in. From the other side of the building, he heard a few more rifle shots as Frankfurter finished off the enemy.

Luther walked back into the building, keeping his weapon aimed at the Ghurka. He kicked him a few time, before placing his gun on the temple of his foe and firing again to make sure. Frankfurter came in, and started going through the gear of the fallen, to find anything interesting. He handed over the Browning Hi-Power to Luther from the pocket of Keuster, which Luther then slipped into his pocket as he relieved Bevan of all of the man’s gear. He passed the Bren to Frankfurter, who checked it was ready to fire, as Luther removed Bevan’s dog tags, pocketing them as a memorial. He picked up one of the unconscious man’s grenades, and removed the pin. He placed the explosive pineapple just above the man’s remaining, so at the least his job would be complete, and let the handle flick out, starting the timer. He looked at Frankfurter, and signalled. Time to run. They picked up Finkel, and left, as Luther had a look at his new toys, courtesy of Bevan.

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post

Tum ti tum, killing off members is so much fun!

The following actions have been made;

Sergeant Major Luther:

• Private Frankfurter set off at a run for the enemy building hoping to catch the British unaware, but it wasn't exactly the best tactic. He ended up making a lot of noise with his quick footsteps and the fact that his opposition had a Bren made his situation worse. Rudesh simply pointed the weapon at the door and held down on the trigger when he saw Frankfurter. Frankfurter was gunned down with five or six bullets in various places in his left arms and legs. Frankfurter would have been killed, but the battle has been going on for some time and Rudesh's aim was put off by his weariness.
  
  
• Taking his time, Lither did successfully sneak around the house without being noticed. His bursts of bullets tore apart the Gurkha who had fought bravely for so long.
  
  
• By the time Luther stripped down Bevan and Rudesh, his eyesight had mostly returned. His carefully placed grenade (...) exploded and drained the remaining life out of the Welshman. His legs were blown apart from the rest of his body due to the position of the grenade and shrapnel tore through his stomach and up into his chest, damaging most of the major organs in his body.
  

The result;

Sergeant Major Luther:
Private Finkel- Finkel died from blood loss due to his various wounds (Leg, both shoulders, face) before proper medical attention could be given.

Private Frankfurter- Although he was injured in the final minutes of the battle, Frankfurter lived to fight another day. He was promoted to Corporal for bravely defending his position, even when the enemy soldiers were right beneath him.

Luther- Luther's commanding officers are not too pleased with him. He messed things up from the start; letting the enemy advance and take valuable positions in the village and then he tried to drive out the enemy singlehandedly instead of commanding his troops like a true leader. Also, he made sure that no intelligence information could from the British by viciously slaughtering the unconscious CO. If anything, this battle has driven him further away from being promoted to a Commissioned rank. 30CP


Staff Sergeant Bevan:
Private Rudesh- Rudesh has been nominated for a medal post-humously, possible a VC, for showing utter commitment and loyalty to his commanding officer for defending his dying body to the last.

Staff Sergeant Bevan- Rhys Bevan died while unconscious, killed by a cowards grenade. Any CP earned from neutral threads you are currently in will be passed on to your other character, Lieutenant Ealing, due to the fact that the threads would have happened before you died.



Sad, Mod-mark, eh?
~Dan

[PuNk! ™]

Would you appoint any NPC promotions to the Divisional Roster please; You don't have to edit the NPC on the roster, but just post in the divisional thread that "so and so" has been promoted. So it doesn't get buried.

Same with any deaths, make sure they're Crossed out from any divisoinal rosters.
Most mod-markers forget to do this.

Rhys's account will not be deleted either - any spoils taken from his body must be transfered to Luther. Any items not-taken must remain upon his body. Having said all this, modship powers will be handed down to Rhys's next of kin within 24hrs.
~Danny