Grudge Match II:The fall of an Angel (Wolfram)

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

McMillan had once again received intel that the head of the snake was close, and once again he was the man called to put an end to the matter. This time he was not going to let the opportunity slip by him. He was coming prepared to deal a fatal blow to the Axis. The early morning sunlight coming in from the east was a welcomed warmth and most wildlife had been startled long before they got close by Dingo. His tank was coming along with his faithful K-9, Tessa. McMillan would remain on foot for the soul reason of being better suited for the role.

"Find 'em girl." McMillan spat in a hefty tone. Tessa would be a great asset today, she was the bait unfortunately, McMillan could not stand the thought of loosing her but this was war, and bad things happened to good people, or dogs. McMillan had Dingo travel up the other side of the road while he planned on building hopping into a good position. Tessa being out front would hopefully give away any enemies already there and Dingo should draw off an attention that McMillan would get while moving.

Wolfram had once again slipped up and hopefully would be snared, but McMillan couldn't help but think if the last time had been a trap, and this one sure seemed that way. They had gotten the information rather easily this time and McMillan never thought that a man of such stature would let something of such value slip out, but they had also heard that the passing of his son had changed the man entirely, maybe this was too good to be true, and maybe he had just screwed up and let his emotions get in the way. None the less, it was too late to turn back, and McMillan was not leaving without accomplishing his goal.

The town was empty but there were no signs of combat wreaking havoc to the area or even a reason to leave, come to think of it McMillan had yet to see a civilian since he had arrived over seas. Nothing seemed right about this, why would this place be empty unless it was planned? He just kept a sharp eye and a firm grip, today, and angel was to fall.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: You didn’t say I couldn’t use both my tanks, so I’m going to crush you buddy. Bye Bye!

The Sturmbannführer lowered his binoculars slowly, his body shuffling against the back of the rimmed metal protruding against his backside from sitting atop of the helm to his Panther Tank, dressed in a Waffen-SS Cameo battle smock, nothing fancy, nothing grim. The Allied buffoons had taken the bait completely and his agent assigned to deliver the faulty intel’ reported that undoubtedly, Company Sergeant Major McMillan would be assigned to lead the miniature scale assault in apprehending the Sturmbannführer - Perfect!

Sturmbannführer Wolfram’s left arm was still in a black sling, so he was one handed for this battle, but that didn’t worry the Officer one bit; This battle would be over within a matter of minutes, with tactical advantages and a fierce spearhead of tanks, along with a few Panzer Grenadiers to rat out any hiding fools, he was sure to nail the Company Sergeant Major right in his tracks. “Sie sind in die Falle gefallen - reicht mich das Mundstück” he said calmly and affirmatively, looking down into the pit of the tank below, as one of the crew members shuffled over beneath the Sturmbannführer’s legs to hand up a black plastic and metal mouthpiece. Grasping the equipment, he yanked it from the man’s hand nodded to the crewman who dipped back down into the tank to require his battle station.

Taking one last overseeing look upon the field battle from his small hilltop position on the North-Western outskirt of the town, he held the communication piece to his mouth and suppressed his thumb against the plastic trigger. “Schädel berichten in, wiederhole ich, berichten Schädel in - über” he said with a firm voice into the mouthpiece, his face completely blank from emotion as he impatiently awaited the response. “Herr Sturmbannführer, Schädel berichtend für Pflicht - Über”[/I], but Sturmbannführer Wolfram grimaced as he heard the rank being pronounced, rather than the codename for the tank, bitterly, he whipped the mouthpiece back to his mouth and clunked down the switch to speak again. “Um was lässt ich sagen sich auf mich durch jenen Rang bezieht, Soldat! Dies ist Minotaur, behält es so. Bereiten Sie jetzt für den Angriff, vor schiffen Sie in aus... Minus zwei Minuten. Über!” he ordered directly, listening as a crackled voice through the mild static replied “Jawohl - Über”.

The battle had begun and the Sturmbannführer grinned deviously, dropping the mouthpiece down into the tank to hang loosely, whilst he prided his healthy arm against the side of the tank to leverage himself down, stepping into the warm cavern of the crew’s quarters inside the tank. Reaching up, he grasped at the hatch and prompted it down as he took the last step downwards into the tank, yanking at the hand-grip to lock the hatch. Crouched down, he made his way forwards towards the driver and patted him on the arm as he slumped down against the side of the tank, taking a seat. “Schreiten Sie als geplant, nicht langsamere als fünfte jugendliche Meilen pro Stunde fort” and with that, the driver churned the gear-stick and leveraged a lever to set the Panther tank in motion, it’s treads deadly quiet against the dirt, but the engine roared and pumped violently…

The plan was for Sturmbannführer Wolfram to quickly outflank them, covered by the buildings, grabbing as much attention as possible for the enemy to turn their attention his way - then the striking force would ram them straight on from the North, hopefully hitting their underbelly. Either way, the side of their little tank spotted would be exposed and crushed with ease, so if they knew better, they would put up little resistance.

Meanwhile, Gerwulf flagged the few men chosen to be the skirmishers and rat out any enemies hiding the abandoned buildings once it’d been obliterated with shells; Before he fell down into the tank himself, giving the order to advance, slowly, but sturdily…


Translations:[/b]

Sie sind in die Falle gefallen - reicht mich das Mundstück.
~ They have fallen into the trap - hand me the mouthpiece.

Schädel berichten in, wiederhole ich, berichten Schädel in - über.
~ Skulls report in, I repeat, Skulls report in - over.

Herr Sturmbannführer, Schädel berichtend für Pflicht - Über.
~ Herr Sturmbannführer, Skulls reporting for duty - Over.

Um was lässt ich sagen sich auf mich durch jenen Rang bezieht, Soldat! Dies ist Minotaur, behält es so. Bereiten Sie jetzt für den Angriff, vor schiffen Sie in aus... Minus zwei Minuten. Über!
~ What have I said about referring to me by that rank, soldier! This is Minotaur, keep it that way. Now prepare for the assault, disembark in... Minus two minutes. Over!

Schreiten Sie als geplant, nicht langsamere als fünfte jugendliche Meilen pro Stunde fort.
~ Advance as planned, no slower than fifth teen miles per hour.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

OOC: Sorry it's short Raf, not a lot for me to do just yet



McMillan could feel the vibration of the heavy tank of his as it rolled on toward the side road of the small village, it was a wonderful feeling. But something soon changed all that, the vibrations got stronger and Tessa came tearing back down the road as if chased by a demon, unfortunately it might as well have been. McMillan moved to the opposite side of the small house he was in just in time to notice a patch of blond hair dip into the German tank. Son of a gun! That piece of crap knew we were coming. I KNEW IT!!! McMillan thought to himself as he met Tessa in the road while hauling some tail of his own across the street to get in touch with Dingo. He stumbled a bit while crossing as he laid his eyes on the second of the German tanks. He dove through the door and was hoping the only tank he had brought would stop before going too far into the town. They had been directed not to cross the road until the combat started but they were new recruits still and very head strong.

Think, think, think, how can we pull this off. McMillan worried himself, even though the situation seemed to be overbearing he tried his best to stay calm and try to figure something out. Maybe they hadn't seen him, maybe he could hide out until they got too close to do anything. It was all just wishful thinking, if they hadn't seen Tessa kicking up all that dirt and he himself crossing the street, they shouldn't be driving in the first place, much less a tank.

He decided he wouldn't fire unless he absolutely needed to, no point in just bouncing rounds off of a tank's armor and giving himself away even more. There was little chance that his tank had been spotted, yet. The only German units he had seen were armor, and they had low visibility, not to mention might as well be deaf.

If his tank crew could keep a cool head long enough to get an opportunity they might just be able to disable one and take the fight elsewhere for better chances. It was just a horrible spot, they had fallen into a horrible trap and now it was too late to turn back, all they would do is give the enemy a great shot at the soft spots. There was no retreat, not without severe loss in the process. McMillan made up his mind, they were staying, only one force was walking off of this field on this day.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

The Panther Tank bounced to a stop, as they neared the rear-end of a large building, overcastting a shadow upon their designated position. The Sturmbannführer edged his way towards the front of the tank, leaning down behind the main driver who lowered his head to try and see through out the narrow slit, along with another crew member, idly awaiting orders to either abandon ship or load up the cannon! Calmly, Sturmbannführer Wolfram took a moment to speak, the eerie silence inside the tank between the crew members caused a mild anxiety to flare "Bewegen Sie auf nach den treeline zwanzig Höfen in Front, die Narren hätten engagiert uns bis jetzt, wenn sie die Kraft gehabt haben, so zu machen, und dieses Gebäude hemmt unseren Frequenzbereich zu Schädeln. Ich muss ihre Positionen kennen” he ordered to the driver, who nodded to get straight onto the task at hand.

The Panther tank reared up the blissful sound of German engineering again and plummeted over the soft mounds of dirt towards the nearest tree-line; As the tank reached it’s position, the driver sent the left treads into reverse and the right treads into throttle, turning the mean machinery forwards to face the western frontier - not much could be seen, which was a blessing more than anything else. The fools were marching into the trap and more so, they were in petty numbers.

Leaning up from his position, he grabbed at one of the crewmen and barked out “Lassen Sie die Kanone beladen und haben Sie es transversed gegen die Blockaden der Gebäude auf Front - Sofort!”. The young crewman replied with a sharp “Jawhol!”, before turning cautiously towards another couple crewman who’d heard the order, already making fine work in hauling out a shell to be used. The three men got busy with unhitching the hatch, yanking out the massive stock and sliding in the golden shell, before locking it into place; Whilst they done so, Sturmbannführer Wolfram made his way towards the back where the fifth crewman sat huddled in the corner, with a dim light overseeing a map and radio-equipment used to transmit low frequency messages between the tanks. “Kontakteschädel, erzählt, dass sie uns benachrichtigen, wenn sie in ihren vollen betrieblichen Positionen sind” the Sturmbannführer requested, as the man briefly looked to the superior officer to nod and say “Herr Sturmbannführer”[/I], before he made himself busy with turning a small turnstile on the equipment to get into contact with the Tiger tank.

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Meanwhile, Rottenführer Gerwulf sat upon the helm of the tank, holding on tightly as the armoured vehicle veered over the uneven road towards the small town. The three infantryman trotting behind the tank kept a low posture, huddling into their rifles as they kept their heads dipped low, they wasn’t riding on the tank for one main reason, a quick infiltration! Nearing the first column of buildings, Rottenführer Gerwulf quickly twisted his body around to look at the three men, his hand flagging out a few times towards them to gain their attention, before he pointed towards the main building upon their left, quickly saying “Nehmen Sie das, das baut, als geplant! Eile!”[/I] the experienced Rottenführer ordered, watching as the three men grouped together, before making a quick dash across the small open ground towards the building, their backs collapsing against the wall - counting down with simple nods towards one another, one of them leant back from the wall to stand at the door and kick it open, rushing in with his rifle pointing in all directions, the fellow two soldiers falling in behind; The last one closing the door.

Rottenführer Gerwulf dropped down into the tank and pulled the hatch down, fastening it shut, whilst he held the receiver of the communication gear to his mouth, the moment someone had contacted them to note their positions. “Wir sind in Position, ist die Hauptstraße unser mit kleiner feindlicher Tätigkeit auf voraus”[/I] he reported with a firm tone, before he pointed towards the crewman, ordering out “Lassen Sie das Gewehr beladen!”[/I]…

The three soldiers moving through the building made haste in clearing what rooms they could, before falling against the main windows, taking small initiatives to look out upon the hearing of a tank approaching -- breathing deeply, they played it calm and kept their eyes peeled for enemy infantry.



Translations:[/b]

Bewegen Sie auf nach den treeline zwanzig Höfen in Front, die Narren hätten engagiert uns bis jetzt, wenn sie die Kraft gehabt haben, so zu machen, und dieses Gebäude hemmt unseren Frequenzbereich zu Schädeln. Ich muss ihre Positionen kennen.
~ Move up towards the treeline twenty yards in front, those fools would have engaged us by now if they had the power to do so and this building is blocking our frequency range to skulls. I need to know their positions.

Lassen Sie die Kanone beladen und haben Sie es transversed gegen die Blockaden der Gebäude auf Front - Sofort!
~ Get the cannon loaded and have it transversed against those blockades of buildings up front - Immediately!

Kontakteschädel, erzählt, dass sie uns benachrichtigen, wenn sie in ihren vollen betrieblichen Positionen sind.
~ Contact Skulls, tell them to notify us when they are in their full operational positions.

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Nehmen Sie das, das baut, als geplant! Eile!
~ Take that building as planned! Hurry!

Wir sind in Position, ist die Hauptstraße unser mit kleiner feindlicher Tätigkeit auf voraus.
~ We are in position, the main road is ours with small enemy activity up ahead.

Lassen Sie das Gewehr beladen!
~ Get the Gun loaded!

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post[/u]

Just a quick summary of the events so far. PuNk, I'm not trying to steal the thread from you or anything.


The following actions have been made;


CSM McMillan:

• McMillan was seen by the Tiger as he ran across the street and they now know the position of atleast one of the enemies.
  
  
• The allied Churchill tank however, wasn't seen by the enemy as it made it's move.
  

Major Wolfram:

• No members of the Panzer tank have actually seen McMillan's position although he has obviously seen them
  
  
• As the Panther tank moved into view Tessa bounded into the house alongside her master, scared by the many loud engines.
  
  
• All three soldiers in the house saw the allied heavy tank, but they are nervous of being so close to the tank and are crouched beneath the windows: not moving for fear of being spotted
  
  
• The driver of "Dingo" has seen slight movement through the windows of the house, but he isn't sure wether he immagined it.
  

~Dan[/colour]

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

McMillan was startled when Tessa came leaping into the building next to him and his eyes widened as the Panther came closer still. None of the German armor had fired yet, maybe they had not seen his heavy tank. McMillan could only hope, he knew this battle, at least in the beginning, would be fought with armor alone, he had yet to see any Axis infantry so he knew that he could do almost no good by himself. With a quick decision he decided that he had to get in contact with the rest of his men and with that he stood and bolted out the back toward Dingo.

Tessa was hot on his heels as he reached the side of the beast and sprang aboard. He peered over into the peep hole "Open up!" he said with a firm tone. The men inside scurried about for a second or two and the hatch swung open. "Look guys, they have a Panther AND a Tiger, the Panther is soon to flank you on the left and the Tiger is headed right down the road, but oddly enough I don't think they know you are here." he explained while catching his breath from all the sprinting he had done in the last few seconds. "Sarge I think I saw some guys in the building across the street but I'm not sure." Sterling pointed out, with a slight look of guilt for not knowing entirely. "That is the least of our problems, I think they would have fired on you guys by now had they known, but they haven't, none the less if you sit here for a few more seconds, IT WON'T MATTER! Throw this thing into reverse Digby, Let's try to keep one of them between us and the other, maybe we can get lucky." Digby layed on the controls as hard as he could, they had just barely come to a stop before hitting the road from when McMillan had run up on them.

McMillan peered back out of the top and signaled to Tessa, her head tilted to the side for a second and McMillan repeated the motion, with a twist she set off to do his bidding. "Let's get this thing into the fight men, ANDREWS! Load it now!" McMillan shouted, the noise from inside the tank was close to deafening. He peered out of the same hole he originally shouted into, the building across the street started to creep away as the tank began to crawl backward. He licked his lips with anticipation. Andrews loaded the main cannon and reached up for the hatch to close it. Leave it, if our first shot doesn't hit the mark, we are gonna have to try and get out of here in a hurry. Hopefully Tessa can give us a distraction." And with that, everyone started to sweat, this was going to be grand or fatal, there was no in between.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Just going to make a small mod-post, nothing major.

Edward McMillan:

• Pulling back; The noise of the tank and small viability via' the Panther Tank, has alerted Wolfram to the enemy tank reversing, rather than heading forward as planned.
  

~Danny[/color]

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Post in this later, just to let you know.
- Raf

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

The Sturmbannführer waited patiently, crookedly bent inside the Panther tank, looking between his crewmen on the communication equipment towards the rear of the tank and back upfront towards his driver and cannon loader/shooters at the ready, whom already adjusted the turret towards the nearby buildings, ready to spatter debris and crumble the once popular village into ruins. Hoping to break any enemy infantry taking refuge inside or at least confuse and disrupt the enemy tank into thinking they were in the heart of an artillery barrage; Shells bombarding the buildings all around them, whilst the tiger kept their eyes up front, allowing the Panther to move in for a secured out-flanking manoeuvre, then BAM! They would penetrate the British Heavy Tank’s rear with their high-explosive rounds, that would obliterate and blow holes the size of tyres through their slim-armoured rear… That was until the British tank got spooked.

“Herr Sturmbannführer! Sie bewegen rückwärts!” the Driver cried out, causing everyone to snap their heads up front, the Sturmbannführer making haste in charging down the inside of the tank, leaning behind the Driver to try and peer throughout the small opening, catching a glimpse of the rear end of the British tank emerge from beyond the building. “Kontaktieren Sie Schädel! Erhalten Sie Gerwulf, um sofort fortzuschreiten, sie wissen, dass wir hier sind!” the Sturmbannführer yelled back towards the young crewman slouched forwards against a small radio set, attuned to the low frequencies within the corresponding area. Slapping the Driver on the back, Sturmbannführer Wolfram ordered with a grunt “Weiterleiten, Weiterleiten! Fangen Sie sie ein!” he bellowed out, grabbing at one of the crewmen quickly before the tank moved, to shove the man towards the Panther’s frontal Maschinengewehr 34, beside the driver’s position.

As the tank began to veer off down the small hill, the Sturmbannführer struggled to hold on for a brief moment, everything seeming a little chaotic, as the crewman to the rear shouted down a small mouthpiece to the Tiger Tank, beating his voice over the engine’s roar, with a couple of crewmen quickly turning the turret forwards to face the British Tank, with another young man slowly turning the Maschinengewehr 34 forwards, watching eagerly for infantryman to appear down the narrow sights.

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Meanwhile, Rottenführer Gerwulf had just received the order of advancing immediately, to which he grabbed with both hands. “Fahrer! Nehmen Sie diese linke Seite! Wir müssen den Feind sofort engagieren! Gehen Sie!” he yelled out, whilst climbing up the small step-ladder to the hatch of the tank, twisting it open to lean out as the Tiger Tank began to turn and accelerate with a mean haste. “Fußtruppen! Bewegen Sie auf! Eile!” he cried out towards the soldiers in the building to his left, as the tank rolled by, before he dropped back down inside; Making sure everyone was at their battle stations.

The tank rolled to a halt the moment it reach a gap between two buildings to their right, catching sight of the enemy tank pulling backwards, it’s turret turned away from their position. Perfect! Gerwulf watched patiently through a narrow slit upfront in the armour of the tank, watching as the Panther tank came rolling into sight just beyond the enemy’s position, they were trapped, but why wasn’t the Panther tank firing!? Immediately, Gerwulf yelled out to the gunner on the MG inside the tank. “Get their attention! Shoot!”, it hardly took a brief moment to realise what he had to do, before the young crewman on the MG opened up on the tank’s position. Everyone knew the bullets would be useless against the armour, but they were trying to get their attention, just long enough that the panther could get a prime position behind them.

As the MG34 roared to almost deafening the crewmen inside the tank, spitting bullets at the dozen towards the heavy armoured British tank, the three infantryman grabbed their initiative to grab the cover of the moment and sprint across the open terrain towards the next closest building, all three of them falling inside breathlessly, as they fell against the upfront windows, breaking the glass with their rifles. Waiting to take a shot the moment they saw any infantry appear…

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As the Tiger tank distracted their progress in driving towards the enemy, Wolfram ordered the halt the moment they had more than a clear shot and held his hand up towards the gunners on the turret, who were almost ready to shoot. “NEIN! Feuern Sie nicht und erhält jenen Tigertank aufzuhören, zu schießen! Ich will sehen, wenn diese Idioten sich aufgeben werden. Ich habe unfertiges Geschäft mit Ein von ihren Männern…”, as the Sturmbannführer listened to the man on the communication gear put an order through to the Tiger-Tank on withdrawing their firing, Sturmbannführer Wolfram grinned and slowly began to climb the steps to the hatch, only he stopped briefly as one of the crewmen bawled out in shock “Sturmbannführer !? Was machen Sie!?”[/I] but he ignored the man’s worryingly plea and opened the hatch, climbing up a little awkwardly with one free hand to lean back against the helm. “You are surrounded, you have thirty seconds to comply to these demands or you will be gunned down!” he bellowed out angrily towards the British tank, his English accent rough and broken; He made his demands.

OOC: This shouldn’t be breaking the rules, but I’ve taken it upon myself to demand the surrender of McMillan and his crew. My post has been broken down into three consecutive parts, that should have taken no longer than a couple of minutes to execute. It may seem like it would have taken longer by my post, but I’ve been very detailed in each area of the move, so you can’t discrepant against me for being detailed in each move. This post doesn’t need much of a mod mark, my shots would have been ineffective, other than a distraction, so I think it would be alright if JT made his post… Don’t be silly and try to shoot me if you get out of the tank, you have MG34s allocated onto you and if you try to escape in your tank, then I think it’s wise the mod marker made retaliation fire from my Tanks stopping you. So surrender, please.


Translations:[/b]

Herr Sturmbannführer! Sie bewegen rückwärts!
~ Herr Sturmbannführer! They're moving backwards!

Kontaktieren Sie Schädel! Erhalten Sie Gerwulf, um sofort fortzuschreiten, sie wissen, dass wir hier sind!
~ Contact Skulls! Get Gerwulf to advance immediately, they know we are here!

Weiterleiten, Weiterleiten! Fangen Sie sie ein!
~ Forwards, Forwards! Trap them!

Fahrer! Nehmen Sie diese linke Seite! Wir müssen den Feind sofort engagieren! Gehen Sie!
~Driver! Take this left! We must engage the enemy immediately! Go!

Fußtruppen! Bewegen Sie auf! Eile!
~ Infantry! Move up! Hurry!

NEIN! Feuern Sie nicht und erhält jenen Tigertank aufzuhören, zu schießen! Ich will sehen, wenn diese Idioten sich aufgeben werden. Ich habe unfertiges Geschäft mit Ein von ihren Männern...
~ NO! Don't fire and get that Tiger Tank to stop shooting! I want to see if these imbeciles will give themselves up. I have unfinished business with one of their men...

Sturmbannführer !? Was machen Sie!?
~ Sturmbannführer !? What are you doing!?

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Oh wow....
I have no problem with Wolfram's moves, but for the record, I've modded to clarify they were either successful or unsuccessful.

Major Wolfram:

(Little confused with JT's move, was the tank backing up? I've assumed so)

• The Panther Tank Successfully moved into position, as the Tiger Tank scurried to the scene just in time, to provide a sufficient bout of fire that has caused the recipients to the British Tank to become distracted.
  
  - The lack of visibility whilst reversing has also caused them to be unaware of the Panther Tank approaching their rear...
  
  
• So Wolfram's moves are valid and he has not gone over the allocated time limit, in my opinion. At this point, I would like to Advise JT that retreating could be suicidal, but so could be surrendering if Wolfram does not abide by his word; Killing unarmed POWs (assuming JT disarms himself and surrenders).
  

So again, at this point, I would like to stress that JT has a very limited option and should have retreated sooner if he was to avoid a nail clench like this. You could have retreated within the first post of seeing Wolfram bring in two tanks -- so again, choose Wisely.
~Danny[/color]

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

OOC: Forgot to add on the legend, but the green dots are NPC Privates.

McMillan jerked about a little bit as the tank ran through small bumps and tilted among the little holes in the grassy area, their vision was, well they had almost none to the rear, Andrews had been peeping out of the hatch a little to try and make sure they wouldn't get stuck, but as soon as the Tiger came into view straight ahead everyones attention was fixated on it. They couldn't shake their own gaze, it was like starring death in the face.

The Machine gun on the Tiger opened up and even though they knew they were safe in the tank, the sparks crashing around the view slots startled them all. Digby released his firm grip on the controls and the two levers returned to the neutral positions and the tank quite quickly halted, they had almost no momentum to glide any further in the maneuver. The Tiger's firing ceased and the men were still mostly frozen. McMillan was the only one with enough experience to try and figure this out. The Tiger's main gun had not tore into them yet and Andrews was shakily reaching for the fire controls. That was halted when McMillan grabbed his arm with a firm grip. "WAIT!" he shouted with a sense of dread. Andrews just looked at him, no more shocked than he already was. "Something isn't right out there." McMillan hated being inside the coffin they were all sharing, he was used to open spaces and the fact that a rifle was useful. He swallowed hard "Digby...shut it off...SHUT IT OFF!!!" McMillan followed himself as the Private had began to turn but McMillan wasn't waiting.

He looked up and crawled toward the hatch. He reached back and made sure his STG 45 was still secured on his back, his nerves were shot and his adrenaline was so high he couldn't tell. Once satisfied he peered out into the open. He caught a fading glimpse of a German soldier darting into the building beside the Tiger, no telling how many went in before him. He let out a loud whistle for Tessa to return, but was halted as he heard a loud clang. His head jerked to his left abruptly as a head of gold hair popped out of the reason they hadn't been shot. The Panther had arrived on their flank a lot faster than anticipated, and Wolfram was riding shotgun. Even though they had walked into a trap, he still had felt the need to show his face. Apparently he wanted to see this through just as much as McMillan did.

Well his English has improved. McMillan thought, but the smile usually that would have been attached never came. He tucked back into the tank. "Guys, if we get out of this, I'm making sure you are all drunk for a week and you have no bullshit details for the remainder of the year." he sighed heavily. "But right now, I need you to keep a level head and do EXACTLY as I tell you, understood?" The men couldn't speak, Sterling grabbed his weapon and pulled it close, McMillan just shook his head as he squinted his eyes shut and lowered his face. "No need, I don't think we can shoot our ways out of this, but maybe we can pull some honor out of him yet." They all looked about puzzled. "Dismount." McMillan ordered and with that they all set about slowly exiting the tank.

Once outside they carefully lowered themselves to the ground, not a one of them had put their hands up and when McMillan, last out, hit the ground, they all stood about him, trying to keep harm from befalling their senior NCO, it almost brought a warm and fuzzy feeling to McMillan, but he was sure nothing but terror ran rampant in their minds at the moment. They stayed as close as possible to the tank, except Richardson. He was always the stubborn one out of the bunch and took a few steps out. his head jerked from one tank to the other, then back once more. McMillan lowered his head yet again, he knew all too well what was coming, Richardson couldn't take orders well as it seemed, for now he was a dead man. The rest of the men tried to snap him out of it and get him back but there was no doing.

McMillan looked up toward the German officer, the Allies bane of existence and trying to help Richardson shouted toward Rafael "THERE IS NO NEED TO TAKE THEM, THEY ARE OF NO USE TO YOU!" he was trying to use logic and a bit of intelligence to save them, but the ball had been in the opposing court from the beginning, all he could do was hope. "LET'S FINISH THIS! ONCE AND FOR ALL, FACE ME LIKE A MAN. IT'S NOT LIKE YOU CAN'T JUST RUN OFF TO YOUR TANK AND LET YOUR MEN FINISH IT FOR YOU IF YOU GET SCARED!!!" He hoped to dive on the man's pride and save his men at the same time. It was pretty cut and dry that McMillan wasn't coming back after this one, he figured he might as well give the rest of the Allies one less thorn to worry about before he went. McMillan just closed his eyes as he heard the quick rustle of the leaves and the slowly fading sound of scared feet. Richardson showed himself a coward and made a run for it, McMillan feared it would be the lad's last move.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Adjusting his wounded arm in the black-sling, the Sturmbannführer watched as the tank stood dauntingly silent and still, a small bit of impatience growing as he dragged back his right sleeve slightly, using his wounded arm’s fingers to slip between the fabric, pulling it back just far enough to reveal the glass face of his wristwatch. The thunderbolt SS emblem printed against the white face, a true time-piece and gift from Heinrich Himmer himself one Christmas to the Officers of the SS; It had been hardly ten-seconds since he’d given the warning and already, he was contemplating on speeding up the process with another verbal shout. Biting his tongue, he waited…

As planned, a head emerged, followed by the body of the first crewmen to the British tank, looking awfully sceptical of the situation. He couldn’t blame him. Looking off into the general direction of the Tiger Tank sitting patiently, the Sturmbannführer flagged his arm up towards them, insinuating for them to draw in, a silent signal for ‘They have Surrendered’. Looking towards the collaboration of men gathering outside of the tank, the Sturmbannführer glared upon them, the whites of their eyes more than visible than ever before. He hadn’t been so close to the enemy in a long time, not since he was a junior officer, a good few years back, so the unpredictable circumstances were an adrenaline rush to say the least.

Watching a familiar face appear, the Sturmbannführer’s trademark grin appeared almost instantly. Feeling the muscles in his cheek for the first time since he’d last seen his boy alive, the strange feeling of what used to be old Rafael Wolfram appeared ever so briefly. The man that grinned deviously to the most diabolical situations, the man that was always deeply calculated in his moves and the man that once had a passion for the war; Ever so briefly returned the moment he laid eyes upon his nemesis. Edward McMillan, the one true foe that ever dared to oppose his might and to an extent, succeed in giving him a run for his money, but the only man - the one and only person that made the Sturmbannführer feel alive. A man worthy of his cause, the only one that had the will and strength to ever come close in defeating him, ever.

The Tiger-Tank approached slowly, with Gerwulf sitting at the helm, almost looking ecstatic with the immediate results of his Sturmbannführer’s tactical planning, that had won them the battle almost instantly. Abruptly, Sturmbannführer Wolfram’s attention was diverted to a young stubborn man shouting at him, making him look a fool for even giving the imbeciles a chance at surviving the battle, to then quickly flee; “Schießen Sie ihn!” Rafael cried down into the tank towards his gunner up front on the MG34, who took a split second to adjust his aim, before firing mercilessly on the flailing male across the field, letting loose a whole charade of spitting bullets to cut the man down in his tracks… He had no chance.

Looking towards the prisoners, the Sturmbannführer attempted to try and climb down, his one hand supporting his bodyweight momentarily, as he swung up his leg from out of the helm to leverage himself up. Standing atop of the tank, he casually walked down it’s exterior towards the front, looking over the men quietly. “Gerwulf, lassen Sie jenen Feldwebel von ihren stellen auf sein Knierecht hier unten - Jetzt!” he ordered firmly, as Rottenführer Gerwulf climbed from out of the tank, yelling over to the infantry who were in the building, but now partially a few meters outside it, approaching the situation at hand. “Sie haben der Sturmbannführer gehört! Erhalten Sie ihren Kommandanten auf seinen Knieen!”[/I] Gerwulf barked, as his feet hit the soft earth from dismounting the tank, approaching the prisoners with caution, his rifle at waist height, pointing at them like they were a cattle of cows, hardly intimidated.

The three infantryman surrounded the group alongside Gerwulf, yelling loudly to subdue any retaliations they had in mind of making, Rottenführer pushed one of the infantryman forwards, as if signalling for him to get their leader. The young soldier pushed between the men and dragged McMillan by the gruff of his uniform from out behind them, shoving forwards towards the Panther tank, yelling down the back of his neck in the process, before shoving the man down to his knees in front of the Sturmbannführer standing tall upon his tank. Heavy-handedly, he pulled off his STG45 on his back, before the Infantryman stepped back, locking the stock of his rifle with a round, pointing it at the back of the Sergeant’s head, ready to fire if he dared to oppose.

“Edward…” the Sturmbannführer said calmly, looking to the Sergeant below him, many things had happened since their last meeting and Rafael didn’t look quite right; He wasn’t as clean as he used to be and neither was he smiling to the occasion of having his nemesis on his knees before him. Without saying much more, the Sturmbannführer unclipped his P38 holster and slowly dragged out the sidearm, laughing a little in his throat as he done so, watching the reaction of his disarmed crew hesitantly move. Slowly, he raised the gun to point at Edward McMillan’s head and stared at him, hardly able to hold back the laughing by now, as the Sturmbannführer let out a loud manic laugh that made him look a little crazy. “Bang!” he shouted, pulling the trigger, but it hit a dry note. It wasn’t loaded. “Edward, you are now dead” he said dryly, dropping his arm down to holster the P38, his hand snapping towards Gerwulf as he said briskly in German. “Erhalten Sie seine Etikette, lassen Sie einen der Infanteristen stellen es auf eines der Mannschaftsmitglieder”, Gerwulf nodded with a sharp “Jawhol”, as without an order, he merely looked to one of the infantryman nearest, who approached behind the Sergeant to yank at his throat by the chain of his tags, ripping them off. He then proceeded towards one of the crewmen standing idle and tied it around his neck, before shoving the man down, to step away afterwards.

“Your uniform Sturmscharführer” he said a little blank, as one of the crew from the panther-tank, swung out a black leather duffel bag onto the dirt beside Edward, the nametag of Edward McMillan stamped on a small parchment of paper hanging from the handle. The Sturmbannführer grinned and nodded to him, before giving him his first order. “Take care of your crew” he ordered strictly, nodding to Gerwulf who retrieved the Sergeant’s STG45 that’d been snatched from his back earlier, to hold out to him…


Translations:[/b]

Schießen Sie ihn!
~ Shoot Him!

Gerwulf, lassen Sie jenen Feldwebel von ihren stellen auf sein Knierecht hier unten - Jetzt!
~ Gerwulf, have that sergeant of theirs put on his knees right down here - Now!

Sie haben der Sturmbannführer gehört! Erhalten Sie ihren Kommandanten auf seinen Knieen!
~ You heard the Sturmbannführer! Get their commander on his knees!

Erhalten Sie seine Etikette, lassen Sie einen der Infanteristen stellen es auf eines der Mannschaftsmitglieder.
~ Get his tags, have one of the infantryman put it on one of the crewmen.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Rafael Wolfram:

• Shooting with the front mounted MG34 (Panthers have two of these), the bullets mercilessly cut through the fleeing Allied Unit; Richardson. At least several bullets ripped straight through the torso of the man, sending his body to the ground heavily and lifelessly.
  
  
• I'm not eligible to mod the capture of a unit, as this is entirely up to the member to surrender, but seeing as McMillan and the crew have surrendered. They are potentially POWs as of this point, but I'm confused with McMillan being handed his weapon and a SS-Uniform, so hopefully the next post will clarify whether he is a POW or otherwise?
  

~Danny[/color]

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

OOC: Remember my siggy, you miss all the shots you don't take.

McMillan flinched ever so slightly as the long burst of machine gun fire ripped through the air, a distant thud was heard and that was the end of Richardson's career as a soldier, the end of his days as a man. The Tiger eased on up toward them and McMillan began to think that his words were not enough to save any of them. The German infantry came rushing over and surrounded them, it was then that he realized how much he had underestimated Wolfram. Also how important the man must think McMillan was. Tessa had crawled over behind the tank, McMillan was hoping that she would flee when the shooting started, that way everyone back home would know what had happened if no one made it out of there.

McMillan's blood ran steaming hot as he laid his eyes on the only man in the bloody war that had shot him walked over. McMillan wanted to snap the man in half, but he knew this was not the time or the place. Seemed he had been promoted for his actions in Africa. McMillan would get him before his days were up, he had to have his revenge.

He was walked away from his men, a deep sinking feeling began to fill inside him, maybe he should have kept his mouth closed, maybe Wolfram knew that they were not needed and would dispose of them right then and there. His tags were taken and put around Andrews' neck, his weapons were commandeered and Gerwulf's lackey shoved him in front of Wolfram, maybe he was trying to shove McMillan to the ground, McMillan was too prideful to fall though. He stumbled a bit, but never the less kept his footing. He stared right into the man's eyes, they were filled with turmoil. McMillan began to sweat "I didn't think you had it in you, RAFAEL!" perched on top of the tank. then a quick snap and Wolfram was looking down the sights of a pistol toward McMillan, he just squinted his eyes a bit from the sun and stared right back. Oddly enough, McMillan still had both of his pistols, but he needed Rafael off the tank, and he wanted Gerwulf dead. Before he could finish planning his crazy idea a very chilling laugh filled the air.

Wolfram had completely lost it, McMillan slowly reached down for a knife or a pistol whichever he grasped first but Rafael's "Bang!" made him flinch and McMillan took a few deep breaths to calm his already shot nerves. Wolfram was now making demands that only a monster would go through with.

The duffel plopped to the ground right at his feet, the SS emblem stitched into it with great delicacy, McMillan took a single knee as he gripped the handle and flipped open, there, sitting on top was a hat, he pulled it out and looked it over, then he looked back at Wolfram as he placed it on his head. "Little snug, but it'll do." he explained. he pulled out the jacket, his name was stitched in and what seemed to be the Rank that Rafael figured he would become, he slung it around his body nonchalantly and slid his arms though the sleeves. He didn't button it up as his weapon seemed to be a gift from the heavens, he took hold of it as he spit in Gerwulf's face and glared at the man. He pulled the bolt back ever so slightly to see that there was still a round in the chamber and the weight told him that the magazine was still full as well.

McMillan spun around on his heels and pulled his STG45 in tight to his shoulder, his own men staring right back at him, shaking their heads slightly, wondering what was going on. McMillan closed his eyes for a second as he thought of what he was about to try and pull off, but there was no time to let the Germans think he was chickening out. He pulled his eyes open and layed on the trigger, ten rounds went flying in less than two seconds, he continued to fire short bursts into them until the inevitable click of an empty magazine was heard. He slung the rifle back over his shoulder and snatched his pair of hand cannons from their resting place as he walked over quickly, the men lying there, he took aim and planted a .45 caliber round in each head and each heart.

It was done, months of planning, months of contemplating had all come down to a few minutes of a random day. It had been a long and arduous process to keep the plans hidden and to keep the men from suspecting anything. Now it was too late, there was no one else living close enough to reverse the outcome. McMillan had turned, hi men were dead, and the SS now had a new tank, a new dog, and a new Sturmscharführer. McMillan re-holstered his pistols and buttoned up the jacket as he returned to the side of his new commander. He clicked his heels together and saluted. "Seig Heil!"

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Well, not much for me to say, other than that you've killed all your own men.
I'm assuming the next Grudge-Match will be between you and me, daddy-O.

Brentwood's not happy!

Also, since your dog tags have been put on one of the Allied Units who've been killed, NO-ONE on the Allied side knows McMillan is now on the Axis side. Any talk or writing in people's threads from here on out, declaring McMillan being a Nazi, will be made void. No one knows he has become apart of the Axis; As far as everyone is concerned, Edward McMillan is Dead.

~Danny[/color]