Car Trouble

[fredlebel]

Time: 1845
Weather: Dark with an overcast and it's just began to rain.


The craters are good cover for a prone person to hide from a ground target, and the hedgerows are impassable without climbing trees except for where the artillery has slightly damaged it.

The mod is Daniel Brennan and the posting order will be
Fred
Matt
JT
Tom
Marlon

((OCC:))

The faint glow of Fred Lebel’s cigarette was the only source of light in his otherwise dark Volkswagen. As the car sat at rest on the edge of an artillery crater, Fred leaned in his slanted seat, while he listened to the light rain that pinged against the roof of the car that had been brand new only a few minutes ago, and savored the calming tobacco flavor that helped him think about what had just happened.
Because of the cold, piercing rain, Fred had been unable to see the large crater in the middle of the road when he drove through the rainy night, and he had no time to maneuver before he smashed the front of his car straight into the hole.
Unable to start the car, Fred had decided to wait for the rain to stop and then walk back to his farm, but when the rain only got worst, he waited until the cigarette in his mouth had burned up to a useless stub before he opened the driver’s side door and flicked the ashy paper into a puddle before he got out himself to survey his bleak surroundings while the water drops splattered against his gray business suit.

[johnmasterson]

The darkened and dense sky rumbled with the roars of thunder. It was illuminated by the streaks of lightening that for tenths of a second at a time, would show the entire surroundings within a certain distance. The rain fell softly, but loud, as it hit the paved road. Puddles began to fill craters and take form on the road itself.

Suddenly a boot hit one of the puddles on the road, pushing the little water within it onto the already wet road. Sergeant Matt Baker and his squad were making their way down a road filled with impact craters. As the squad, along with other members moving with them, came to a slight curve in the road, Baker ordered his men to halt and take cover off the road. The men fell prone on the side of the road and waited. Baker continued cautiously down the road. He came to a series of craters that cut the road. He knelt down into them and slowly poked his head up and panned around.

Starting from the left, Baker could see a building of some sort. It was damaged by craters in the front and the back of it had thick columns of smoke rising from it. Also behind the building could be seen a faint glow of red, orange, and yellow. A fire. It was obvious that an artillery strike had hit this area, and had caused obvious damage.

Baker moved his vision to the right and focused on the road itself. Down the road roughly twenty feet and through the now dense rain was what appeared to be an automobile wreck within another series of craters. Baker squeezed his eyes to fine tune his sharp vision on the wreck. He could faintly see a figure standing next to the driver side of the vehicle. He couldn’t make out much more else.

Fearing it could be a German patrol, Baker looked back and motioned for his squad to follow up on him. His six men pushed up from the wet grass and followed in line down the road and into the crater with Baker. Private Jack Courtland, Baker’s number two man, came up to Baker and turned his face so his left ear could hear whatever it is Baker needed done. Baker handed out the orders. ”All right, I see a possible person down the road near a car wreck. I’m not sure if it’s a German patrol, or a local, but I need us to be ready for anything. Have Paddock and Desola move right into the next crater and fix bayonets. Have them watch the hedgerows for possible enemy units. Have Zanovich and Marsh move to the left and do the same.” Courtland moved to face Baker and nodded his head in acceptance of the orders. He then moved to the four men that were needed to move. Baker then waved for Private Jacob Doyle to come to him. Doyle knelt down and looked at Baker. He gave Boyle a personal order. ”Go back down the road to the rest of the group, inform them of an unidentified person near the car wreck and have them move up to our position in anticipation for a possible German patrol.”

Baker gave Doyle a pat on the helmet, signaling him to get moving. Doyle nodded to Baker and pushed out the crater and headed back down the road. As this happened, Courtland returned to Baker and informed him that all the men where in their positions ready to defend, or attack if necessary. Baker nodded to Courtland, acknowledging he understood. Baker and Courtland then took up their respect positions within the craters and awaited for the rest of the group to arrive.

As they waited, Baker himself took his combat knife from his leg strap and slid it into position on the barrel of his M-1 Garand. He wasn't going to go down without a fight.

((My current position, along with my squad, are inside the first series of craters down the Allied side of the road that form a right angle, in the shape of an ‘L.’ I am in the center with one npc, with two npcs on both the left and right flanks of the craters))

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

McMillan was glad that the clouds had decided to bestow a nice day upon them. the sun was no longer blinding but it looked as if a pretty good storm was brewing close by, and they only had a little bit further to go before they got to the outpost. McMillan was working with someone new to him this time around, of course most people he had been working with as of late were new to him, he had a better chance of seeing someone familiar in his cross-hairs than he did turning to the man beside him.

A good ways back they had spotted the smoke billowing in the air and had spread out in case they encountered any enemies in the area. Granted they were out to do a bit of destruction on their own, but they were to initiate the endeavor, so either someone jumped the gun or some Allied soldiers had the same bright idea. None the less they were near the outskirts of town so an ambush wasn't out of the question. They had been advancing in small groups all week to try and build up a bit of a force behind the Allied lines and this rag tag group of men was no different.

As usual every fifty meters or so McMillan looked over to make sure that the rest of the group were still on track staying out of sight were possible but keep a sharp eye out more than anything, they were nearing the burning rubble now and had yet to spot anything, but there was a running engine in the distance that seemed to be heading closer, should the stuff hit the proverbial fan McMillan and his Sergeant Verner were close enough to a crater and a very thick hedge row to get low and out of sight quick enough to avoid to much of an attack. McMillan figured the rest of the men would be in about the same kind of place.

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Moderation Post

This thread continues to bury an important one I am moding and this thread is just a lot of spam.

Civilian Lebel: Short intro post, but good style and you did produce a map. 5CP

Sergeant Baker: A good solid post, but a map would have been helpful. 5CP

Sturmscharführer McMillian: Nice post, up to your usual standars. 6CP

Unterscharführer Revien: No post: no CP. 0CP


ISSUED -JT