Passage of Piety

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

OOC: Just because I’m designing a campaign doesn’t mean I can’t have a decent roleplay. I’m beginning to understand how Danny feels. As per the title, I want this to be one on one.

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With the map, please use the key provided, and edit the squares with numbers. Arial, size 10, no extras. I don’t really want any named NPC icons, because the map starts to look like a bloody rainbow. So instead, if the Mod marker could just say ‘NPC 1 has....’. Then we can name the dead at the end of the battle.

Current Time: 16:30
Weather Conditions: Clear Sky, 2ºC

Russia can be a very cold and impersonal place, especially for a small group of men, guarding a small hamlet. They had considered it light work, so had only sent a Medic, but if it was that lighter work, why the hell did he have to be standing in these freezing conditions in the first place? The Medic was able to choose his men at least, and he was only meant to be guarding this place for a week. This was day three, November 10th 1941. Apparently a small group of Allied forces had landed just up the coast from here, trying to help their communist allies. But he doubted they would ever come near this hamlet, whatever its godforsaken name was.

The small place was noting more than one street of small cottages, and a domed Orthodox church located at the streets western end. Few of the cottages even had roofs, and the ones that did looked like the might give way just from the weight of the snow above. There was not a pain of glass in sight, and all of the small one level houses had been gutted of anything with any value, and any wood for the German fire, which was now burning comfortably back with mortar crews.

Erhard was tuck at the top of the domed tower, with a Private he had get to grow close to. Each was to once spend at least twelve hours in the tower spotting, and six as the spotters guard over every three days. It was Erhard’s time to spot, but what was there to spot? A few abandoned houses and miles and miles of snow, with a few outcrops of forest about twenty miles away. He was lying on his stomach, and white smock covering him, a pair of binoculars at his eyes, and facing east, down the cobbled street. His semi-automatic rifle propped up in the tower, and one of three small radio sets in his hand. One of the sets was with the mortars and their fire, the other with the three men posted at the east wall. They were short range, no large range than a quarter of a mile. But they did the job, and meant he didn’t have to reveal his position to give orders

The private with him was tucked well back into the shadows, his bolt action rifle hanging limply from its strap across his shoulders, a cigarette clamped between his lips. The medic smiled, and drew one from his own pact at his belt, and discovered lighting a cigarette while lying down was much harder than it first appeared.

[nathansinfantry]

OOC: I hope you don’t mind me bringing more men than you, but you have a pair of mortars and a superior position.

Jack stamped his feet in a vain attempt to ward off the cold. He looked over his shoulder at Private Higginson; the silly bugger had waited until the last moment to fill up the chargers for his Lee Enfield and was now moaning as the cold brass casings stung his bare fingers. Jack reached onto his belt, a spare pair of thin leather gloves was folded around the strap of his belt kit, and he threw them over. ”Put these on you idiot. You’ll give our position away for sure.” He ensured his own gloves were on nice and tight, he kept a small piece of cord knotted around the base of them so when the proverbial excrement hit the wind-generator, he wouldn’t freeze his magazine to his hand when he had to reload.

”Final briefing, guys. We’ve seen smoke and activity at the church. We have reason to believe it may well be German’s, but even if it isn’t, the building represents a strong recon point. Our orders are to secure it and make sure if any Germans come within shooting distance. Well….” he let the sentence hang while he toyed with the wooden fore grip of the new Tommy gun he had secured from the armory. It was so new, the metal was still thick with oil, not to say that the conditions hadn’t tested that.

”Spread out!” The harsh whisper spread along the line. The Sergeant had picked up a few ideas on avoiding being detected in France, when he and his men had been Jerry-hunting. Even to this day, Jack was still sure that an enemy sniper had been in the forest, but his old squad-mates in the 3ID had though differently. ”Tahe, Tane, on the flanks. Don’t move until you get a signal, or this all goes up.” Jack slowly walked forwards, signaling at Higginson, Brendon and Colfer. They stood leaning against the back walls of a pair of old shacks on opposite sides of a street. He slowly stuck his head around the corner of the building, and nodded his head in acknowledgement to the sight. It was a good confirmation, the thick column of smoke coming from behind the building, and Jack slid back the cocking handle on his SMG, preparing for the fire fight that was going to follow.

Tahe and Tane slowly walked around the sides of the building, making tiny movements until they passed the first wall. Slowly, they climbed through the windows, avoiding the small, sharp triangles that remained along the edge of a frame that could easily tear clothing and skin to shreds. Coming back from around the church, however, was Private Monroe. His khaki uniform and dark hair allowed him to blend in reasonable well with the dirt track as he crawled towards the church, a rearguard incase anybody tried to move. Jack suspected that the majority of the defence would be along the East, village side of the building, but it never hurt to have a back-up plan. Together, the team prepared themselves. As soon as Jack fired a small burst from his gun, all four prongs of the attack would strike.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Just a small confirmation, to get things moving;

Medical Unit; Erhard Strumfelder in the tower of the Church, Would have spotted enemy units towards the end of the cottage, however, he does not know how many units there are, due to their positions moving "through" the buildings, rather than around.

Of course, if Erhard wishes to ignore and say he has seen nothing; Than he may do so otherwise.

Oh, as for the unit crawling from the rear - a little odd to have a soldier that would've crawled yards and yards past enemy positions, to then come downwards. Although unseen, this unit would be freezing cold and numb from the slow movement against the cold Russian ground.... Which may effect his performance.

Best of luck guys, just thought it was best I clarified that you would've been seen SGT, Knight, but your numbers in power remain hidden.
~Danny[/color]

[Nathan Whyte]

Bugger,

Just a question, Erhard, are your mortars manned? I believe they need artillery cadets, no?

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Erhard took a long dreg of his cigarette, as he spotted some slight movement at the end of the street. At first he thought it civilians, but on closer inspection there was now doubt they were troops. The movements looked as if they were trying to conceal themselves, something which civilians don’t worry about. He couldn’t work out there numbers, but they were big enough to belie their movements, but small enough that he hadn’t seen them before. He decided he would send them a greeting, but he’d better prepare his men first. He lifted up the small radio set, and spoke. “Männer des guten Nachmittages. Er scheint, dass wir einige nicht willkommene Besucher haben, die scheinen, ein Mögen zu diesem Dörfchen von unseren genommen zu haben. Trommler, die Bewegung, die langsam hinter der Kirche rund ist, und stützen die Mörser und setzten das bumsendes Feuer heraus, bevor alle sie nach uns kommen. Feuer des Mörsers einer für Effekt, erstrecken sich 50 Meter, das Querpositiv 5º, für fünfzehn Sekunden, hochexplosiv. Ein runder Rauch, die gleiche Position; mischen Sie sie innen mit dem hochexplosiven. Mörser zwei, genau die selben, ausgenommen Ziel Negativ 5º ist, von Ihrer aktuellen Position. Team ein an der Ostwand, zielen Sie hinunter die Straße, Eintragfaden aller, der um jene Häuser sich bewegt und überwachen Sie unsere Flanken. Sehr viel werden wir angegrenzt!”

The tactic was simple. He would smash open the Tommys with shrapnel, and throw down some smoke. Confusion would ensue as they coughed up their lungs, and they wouldn’t have who was being hit or not. And if anyone was sheltering in the buildings, the lead roofs would come crashing down. It was a simple yet effective tactic, which would scythe the bastards down. Erhard took another long dreg. “Kortig, überprüfen den Bereich um uns. Sie können von einigen Richtungen kommen. Jagen Sie alles, das Sie sehen, und lassen Sie die Mörser nicht angegriffen werden. Aber riskieren Sie nicht, unsere Position weg zu geben.”

Erhard raised the binoculars to his eyes, as he heard the fire being doused, and the short sharp whine of the mortars popping off their rounds, giving no more than three seconds notice. The ground at the street’s end exploded with stone being kicked up everywhere. They shouldn’t have come to this hamlet...

OOC: To save Danny some leg work, the 81mm mortar shells are slightly stronger than grenades, and are highly accurate. They could fire once every two to four seconds (The fire is meant to be coming as if they are firing every three; it’s cold, slowing them slightly, but they have just been by a fire and the streets would probably have already been zeroed). Each one fired four explosive shells, and one smoke at there separate targets.






Translations:

“Männer des guten Nachmittages. Er scheint, dass wir einige nicht willkommene Besucher haben, die scheinen, ein Mögen zu diesem Dörfchen von unseren genommen zu haben. Trommler, die Bewegung, die langsam hinter der Kirche rund ist, und stützen die Mörser und setzten das bumsendes Feuer heraus, bevor alle sie nach uns kommen. Feuer des Mörsers einer für Effekt, erstrecken sich 50 Meter, das Querpositiv 5º, für fünfzehn Sekunden, hochexplosiv. Ein runder Rauch, die gleiche Position; mischen Sie sie innen mit dem hochexplosiven. Mörser zwei, genau die selben, ausgenommen Ziel Negativ 5º ist, von Ihrer aktuellen Position. Team ein an der Ostwand, zielen Sie hinunter die Straße, Eintragfaden aller, der um jene Häuser sich bewegt und überwachen Sie unsere Flanken. Sehr viel werden wir angegrenzt!”
~ Good afternoon men. It appears we have some unwelcome visitors, which seem to have taken a liking to this hamlet of ours. Trommler, move round slowly to the rear of the church, and support the mortars, and put that fucking fire out before they all come after us. Mortar one fire for effect, range 50 metres, traverse 5º positive, for fifteen seconds, high explosive. One round smoke, same position; mix it in with the high explosive. Mortar two, exactly the same, except target is 5º negative, from your current position. Team one at east wall, aim down the street, shoot anything that moves around those houses and monitor our flanks. Like hell there coming up our arse!

“Kortig, überprüfen den Bereich um uns. Sie können von einigen Richtungen kommen. Jagen Sie alles, das Sie sehen, und lassen Sie die Mörser nicht angegriffen werden. Aber riskieren Sie nicht, unsere Position weg zu geben.”
~ Kortig, check the area around us. They may be coming from several directions. Snipe anything you see, and don’t let the mortars be attacked. But don’t risk giving our position away.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Maybe I should have stated it, but to be honest, I didn't think anyone would do it - You can't use Smoke Grenades with the Mortars; But it's quite interesting. I'll add into the shop description that Mortars may use 1 smoke grenade (per equipment / each mortar) once per' thread if wanted.

So, in this case, you've used up the two smoke grenade limit for both of your mortars. Remember, this is the first thread Mortars are being used, so any minor creases in their function will be made here.

Also, for Jack Knight's soul warning - you're going to have a hard battle on your hand. You only have to calculate that 1 Mortar is dangerous enough. 30CP Equipment and 10CP / 15CP (2/3 Cadets to man it). So overall, that's bordering 50CP almost. In this case, Erhard's using a two man team for the Mortars and we all know the Mortars are very effective against infantry alone.


Following actions have been made;

Erhard Strumfelder:

• Mortar Team #1
  - The Artillery Cadets being pleasingly warm and rested, were quick to jump on the gun Successfully.
  
  - The first shot, being the tester of the range and bearing, fell wide of the enemy position; Cracking nothing but dirt and grit in it's wake towards the south. Startling the enemy of a "Dug in position" towards the church.
  
  - The Second and Third mortar rounds closed in fast, both of which came crashing down against the building via' Allied Units #1 & #2 huddled against the wall. These mortar rounds didn't inflict any physical damage, but has rendered the building completely obsolete via' it's roof - crashing debris inwards upon the building.
  
  - The Fourth Mortar round fell close to the enemy position, hitting the rear wall they're huddled against (remember, the roof has been caved in and from it's drop bearing, the round has hit the back of this wall) - sending the Allied Privates #1 & #2 to the ground, being buried beneath a large mound of debris.
  
  - Both of these units are stunned, Private #2 is unconcious and Private #1 is panicking. Almost ready to flee.
  
  - The smoke grenade deployed did indeed land close the soldiers, not directly however. None the less, the smoke has caused these units perception and sight to slacken considerably.
  
  
  
• Mortar Team #2:
  
  - Alike the first Mortar team, the first shot wrang wide, hitting a mound of dirt to the North.
  
  - The Second shot also fell wide to the north...
  
  - The third shot directly hit the building behind Sgt. Knight and Private #3, blowing a hole through the rooftop and erupting within. This merely cascaded debris.
  
  - The fourth shot fell close to Sgt. Knight and Private #3, successfully making it's way over the building top. The explosion from the (presumably huddled two men, after hearing all the mortar rounds - would have done) were knocked against the wall from the close proximity of the explosion...
  
  - Private #3 Has shrapnel caught in his side/stomach (from the huddled position) and Sgt. Knight evaded the cascading shrapnel as it bellowed more towards the south-west; Due to the angle of the landing explosive.
  
  - The smoke deployed fell rather short, landing on top of the building behind Sgt. Knight and Wounded Private #3. Although the smoke is still effective, it's drifting at a higher radius due to it's caught position on top of the rooftop.
  

All I can say at this point, is that Sgt. Knight's men are now scattered and confused; You entered the battle well "Short" of the infantry scale you would need to combat two mortar teams in a very strong position.

Your men are lacking morale and even one of them is contemplating on running. Get ahold of the situation - quick!

NEXT POST, JACK KNIGHT!
~Danny[/color]

[nathansinfantry]

OOC: This may seem like a lot, but it wouldn’t have taken more than two minutes, probably a lot less. And for the record, it has never said anywhere I can’t give an NPC a grenade.

”Shit, shit!” Jack swore, scrambling round the corner of the building out of the immediate range of the shrapnel. His ears popped and whined at the large change in pressure from the explosives; terror forced itself through his system, shaking every fiber in his body. ”Anyone down?” he screamed, desperately trying to override the horrible sounds of the explosion, ”Is any-fucking-body down?”
”I’m not, but Higginson is out cold,” came the panicked voice of Colfer, ”What should I do, Sarge?”
Jack cursed again, dropping his heavy Bergen onto the ground and slinging his gun as he helped Pvt. Brendon , pulling him gently onto the ground. ”Brendon is full of shrapnel. Get Higginson over here, I’ll cover!” he yelled at the Private. An idea came to him, ”Throw his rifle, and leave your bags, we can get them later.”

The Sergeant caught the firearm, luckily, Colfer had the sense to make it safe first, otherwise Jack could have found himself in a very sticky situation. He pulled the SMG around and let out a large burst down the street, slowly moving from side to side, sending a large swathe of bullets over the low, waist-high wall around the church that was about forty meters away. Colfer stumbled over, the thin frame of Higginson draped over his back. He placed the unconscious man on the floor before running back across, Jack now letting out small bursts of fire at the enemy, hopefully forcing them to drop behind the stone wall for protection. Colfer returned with both bags as Jack reloaded and dropped to his knees next to the men. From behind, he heard rifle cracks as Tahe and Tane let out well-aimed shots at the enemy.


He looked up at Colfer; he was holding his rifle tightly, his knuckles shining white from the exertion. ”Private, Bill,” he spoke, in a soft tone, trying to calm the privates nerves, ”We’re going to be fine, calm down and put some bullets down at the church. I’m going to help Higginson and Brendon and then we’ll get to a safer position.” The private gave a small nod, encouraged by Jack’s smile and began firing. The Sergeant turned back to Brendon. ”Alright mate, alright, this doesn’t look too bad. You’re still conscious and you aren’t bleeding that much. I’m going to put a bit a bit of strapping on this, and leave the shrapnel in. Removing it is gonna hurt and might just bleed more. This might as well, actually, bite on something quickly.”
Brendon nodded, sliding the strap of his bag into his mouth as Jack looked desperately for something to use. ”No fucking bandages,” he muttered, clawing through the contents of the bag, ”Here, this’ll have to do.” He held in the air a blanket and a nit of tape that was in the bag. He proceeded to fold the blanket and wrap it around the wounds, taping it tightly before turning to Higginson. ”Brendon, I’ll need you to keep an eye on him while we secure the area. If he comes round and is able to, send him out to fight,” he said while grabbing Brendon’s blanket and laying it over the unconscious form to try and stop him falling into a coma from the cold.

”Tane, what the fuck is going on here?” he yelled, climbing to his feet and letting out a small burst of fire.
”There’s just two of them, we think, or at least only two we can see.”
”Right….. Fire and maneuver. Me and Colfer will cover first!” he yelled.
Tahe and Tane broke from the house, sprinting into the gap between the two buildings for cover while Jack and Colfer fired suppressive shots down onto the enemy.
”Go!” one of them yelled, beginning his own fire upon the enemy, causing Jack and Colfer to surge forwards, sprinting as fast as they could down the ten or fifteen meters up to the pair of Maori warriors, taking cover from fire. ” If they fire upon us here with those mortars, they would need to get directly over our heads,” he yelled as fresh magazines were placed into the guns. ”Catch your breaths, and listen up.”

Meanwhile, behind the church, the lone Private Monroe crawled, rifle up by his head. The mortars fired, causing him to have to violently fight the reaction to duck and scream. He burrowed his head into the ground, whimpering slightly before looking up. Unbelievably, scarcely five meters ahead of him was stood a German, one hand raised at his brow, shielding the harsh rays of sun, and slowly rotating, surveying the entire area. Even more unbelievable, were the crates stood open, which presumable could only contain mortar rounds. If an explosion was to take place anywhere near there, it would turn into the world’s biggest crater. The private reached down into his trouser pocket slowly, flattening himself again as the spotter rotated. The Sergeant had given him a grenade before sending him around the back. A gut instinct had told him that a diversion may be necessary and star bowler of the Auckland first eleven cricket team meant that Monroe had a good accurate throwing arm, one of the reasons he had been chosen for the job. He waited for the German to turn around in his arc before as quickly as he dared, he stood up and plucked the grenade out of his trousers, removing the pin and doing a gentle bowl towards the explosives. The range was about that between two cricket wickets, and the grenade not much heavier than a cricket ball. It was a near-impossible shot for him to miss, after playing cricket since he was young, spending hours out in the cold and the wet perfecting his bowls. With a quick revelation, he sprinted towards the nearby tree, the only sort of cover that would be available after the explosion. He had a feeling nobody would shoot at him, most people valued keeping their own lives over taking others.

So, after that, a rundown of shots

SGT Knight: Large suppressive fire along the whole alley way
Bursts of accurate fire at the enemy from both positions
Pvt.s Tahe & Tane: Accurate shops from position 1, more suppressive from Position 2
Pvt. Colfer: Suppressive fire
Pvt. Monroe: A grenade between the enemy mortars.

A lot, but as I said it should be over in a few minutes. Also, when marking/posting PuNK and Strum, remember that my guys would have been sprinting.

To show the amount of firing and moving, I’ve supplied two maps. Enjoy my artwork

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Following actions have been made;

SGT, Jack Knight & NPCs / 1 / 4 / 5:

• Blind Firing through the thick smog of smoke (deployed from two smoke canisters) and also due to the distance; The SMG bursts of fire towards the General direction of the enemy was ineffective.
  
  - The bullets incurred no casualties and neither did it really suppress the enemy much...
  - NPCs 4 & 5's shots were also ineffective, due to the wailing smoke and fear from the mortar rounds (shaken them up some, slackened the accuracy).
  
  (Small allotement of time here, where the enemy would have retaliated - So forgive the god mode over Axis 2 & 3, I'm filling in the gap with their basic instincts on what they would have done)
  
• Running through the smoke (partially blind) to get closer, with a few men; Enemy NPCs 2 & 3 calmly opened up fire, feeling quite confident the Allied threat was minimal, due to no real signs of heavy gunnery, artillery or armour.
  
  - Their shots (total of six, three each) pierced through the smoke, unable to see much, but chanced their luck and hoped to hit something. None of the bullets hit the enemy; But has caused the Allies to remember, to not be so brass and bold.
  
  - Ironically, the enemy smoke deployed has given them the cover they needed to make the open advance (without building cover as such), but it is also taking it's toll. Allied NPC #1 & Jack Knight are suffering from dizzyness (lack of oxygen) from the smoke and their eyes are burning. Although this is far from serious, it has dulled their mental edge.
  

NPCs 6 / 3 / 2:

• NPCs 3 & 2 are still deteriorating.
  - NPC 3 has begun to whine out in pain from the shrapnel stuck in his stomach/side, barely holding onto consciousness from the seering pain (Needs Morphine).
  - NPC 2 is still unconscious...
  
  - NPC 6, Unfortunately, I can not allow this move. The grenade has to be given to the unit during battle, by you. So this unit has remained unseen, closing in successfully. Sorry if it's not stated in any of the rules? But as you may notice, there's loads of things that would have to be listed, if I were to physically type out every single thing...
  

NEXT POST, STRUMFELDER!
~Danny[/color]

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

OOC: Nathan’s bold move had forced me to take some rather direct action against NPC 6. If you see it as God-Moding, I’ll edit the post and take it out.



The Allied advance was slowly pushing forwards, the smoke annoying them, and the mortars forcing them to stay huddled down. They needed to push forwards fast, but many of Strumfelder’s tactics were slowly taking their tool. Now that he though about it, maybe he should have mined the road. Right now the enemy had slipped into two alley ways, between the buildings. This looked light it would protect them, but they had played right into Erhard’s hands. He could bombard the area, and almost every hit would have an effect. If they hit the buildings, the walls and roof might collapse, burying them, if they went wide either side, shrapnel would pour up the funnel of the alley with no cover, and if they hit bang on, it would be like letting a grenade off in a prison cell; the lumps of metal would bounce around, if they didn’t hit anything. The medic smiled.

But this couldn’t quite be right... He felt as if he was playing into their hands. Maybe this was a decoy? Was the main force going to attack from their rear? Had they been flanked? “Kortig, Überprüfung noch einmal um uns. Gibt es irgendwelche feindlichen Truppen?” he said forcefully. The private checked the west window while Erhard concentrated on his mortars. He checked the enemy position, and looked down at his map. Grabbing a protractor and rule, he measured the distance and angel. The shots last time had had the desired effect of shaking the enemy, but didn’t really thin the numbers as much as he’d hoped. He’d more or less guessed the shots; estimating distances and relative traverse was something he’d had to learn to be able to command mortars effectively. But now he wanted some kills, he do this right and proper, and for longer. “Mörser einer, Feuer für Effekt, dreißig Meter, Querpositiv 9.5º, für dreißig Sekunden, hochexplosiv. Mörser zwei, Feuer für Effekt, dreißig Meter, Quernegativ 9.5º, für dreißig Sekunden, hochexplosiv,” he called down the radio.

Strumfelder listened for the loud pops as the mortars began their firing. “Herr Ärtzlichstabsfeldwebel,” Erhard turned to see an eager Kortig. “Ein feindlicher Soldat ist nicht mehr als fünf Meter passende Süden der Mörser! Ich habe nicht einen Anhaltspunkt, wie er dorthin kam.” Erhard knew the value of trusting his senses. “Ich sende Trommler bis zur Wand, um ihn zu schlachten. Geben Sie ihm irgendeine Abdeckung. Er sollte das Element der Überraschung haben, aber hält Ihren Anblick ausgebildet auf dem Tommy' s-Kasten, bis er tot ist.” Strumfelder had to speak loudly over the whining of the mortars. Kortig moved over to the south window, and crouched down to steady himself. He aimed down the sights and began to regulate his breathing. He was a good shot; Erhard had seen him. He was a sharpshooter in the making.

“Team ein, jedes von Ihnen Zug Ihr Anblick auf den zentralen Gassenweisen des Nord und Süd, die weg von der Hauptstraße führen. Wenn der feindliche Versuch und die Bewegung, die bastard mit Blei füllen. Sie tun gut. Halten Sie Ihre Positionen. Dieser Wand, die dort für ein gutes wenige Hundertjahre gewesen wird. Sie wird nicht unten bald fallen.” The medic now directed his words at Trommler. “Trommler, gibt es einen bestätigten feindlichen Drohungsüden der Mörser am Ring wall' s-westliche Südecke. Bringen Sie bis zu ihm voran und töten Sie ihn. Er liegt flach in der Lage ist nicht, direkt oben zu zielen. Sie haben Unterstützung vom Aufsatz. Ducken Sie sich hinunter Tief, aber sorgen Sie nicht sich um Geräusche; die Mörser maskieren irgendwelche, die Sie bilden. Gute Jagd.”

Strumfelder returned to his binoculars.







Translations:

“Kortig, Überprüfung noch einmal um uns. Gibt es irgendwelche feindlichen Truppen”
~ Kortig, check once more around us. Are there any enemy troops?

“Mörser einer, Feuer für Effekt, dreißig Meter, Querpositiv 9.5º, für dreißig Sekunden, hochexplosiv. Mörser zwei, Feuer für Effekt, dreißig Meter, Quernegativ 9.5º, für dreißig Sekunden, hochexplosiv.”
~ Mortar one, fire for effect, thirty metres, traverse 9.5º positive, for thirty seconds, high explosive. Mortar two, fire for effect, thirty metres, traverse 9.5º negative, for thirty seconds, high explosive.

“Ein feindlicher Soldat ist nicht mehr als fünf Meter passende Süden der Mörser! Ich habe nicht einen Anhaltspunkt, wie er dorthin kam.”
~ One enemy soldier is no more than five metres due south of the mortars! I don’t have a clue how he got there.

“Ich sende Trommler bis zur Wand, um ihn zu schlachten. Geben Sie ihm irgendeine Abdeckung. Er sollte das Element der Überraschung haben, aber hält Ihren Anblick ausgebildet auf dem Tommy' s-Kasten, bis er tot ist.”
~ I will send Trommler up to the wall to butcher him. Give him some cover. He should have the element of surprise, but keep your sights trained on the Tommy's chest until he is dead.

“Team ein, jedes von Ihnen Zug Ihr Anblick auf den zentralen Gassenweisen des Nord und Süd, die weg von der Hauptstraße führen. Wenn der feindliche Versuch und die Bewegung, die bastard mit Blei füllen. Sie tun gut. Halten Sie Ihre Positionen. Dieser Wand, die dort für ein gutes wenige Hundertjahre gewesen wird. Sie wird nicht unten bald fallen.”
~ Team one, each of you train your sights on the north and south central alley ways leading off the main street. If the enemy try and move, fill the bastards with lead. You’re doing well. Hold your positions. That wall’s been there for a good few hundreds years. It’s not going to fall down soon. Trommler, there is a confirmed enemy

“Trommler, gibt es einen bestätigten feindlichen Drohungsüden der Mörser am Ring wall' s-westliche Südecke. Bringen Sie bis zu ihm voran und töten Sie ihn. Er liegt flach in der Lage ist nicht, direkt oben zu zielen. Sie haben Unterstützung vom Aufsatz. Ducken Sie sich hinunter Tief, aber sorgen Sie nicht sich um Geräusche; die Mörser maskieren irgendwelche, die Sie bilden. Gute Jagd.”
~ Trommler, there is a confirmed enemy threat south of the mortars at the ring wall's south western corner. Advance up to him and kill him. He is lying flat will not be able to aim directly up. You have support from the tower. Duck down low, but do not worry about noise; the mortars will mask any you

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

I have a bone to pick; Strumfelder, I understand you have a lookout, but in my last mod, I stated that Allied NPC 6 remained unseen. Even if he did jump up and run towards a tree. So as far as I'm concerned, no one has seen that unit as of yet... But to save people changing their posts and me scribbling out parts, so it fits, the following actions have been made;

Erhard Strumfelder:

• Calling in coordinates for the mortar teams to barrage the enemy locations; Dr Strumfelder miscalculated by a small degree due to the smoke on the battlefield…
  
  - Mortar Team #1
  Firing for effect, the mortar rounds cascaded towards Allied NPC 4 & 1, exploding against the cobbled street by their position. One mortar round directly drifted straight into the building behind the two Allied soldiers, causing the building to half collapse violently from the direct hit - sending Allied units 4 & 1 against the ground from the explosion.
  
  Deafened, stunned completely and barely able to see from the drifting smoke. NPC 1 has finally broken into a state of panic from the second close call of nearly being killed. Picking himself up and half crying out from the sheer terror, he has began to run back the way he came…
  
  
  
  NPC 4’s leg is stuck beneath a large mound of debris, it’s not broken, but simply stuck… The unit is alive, shaken up and drowsy from the explosion that’d knocked him down. To free this unit, would require the strength of two men (including NPCs) to remove what seems to be a beam from the roof of the cottage and stonework holding his leg down.
  
  - Mortar Team #2
  Firing for effect, the mortar rounds were also slightly off course due to the slight miscalculation. Bombarding the dirt towards the North of Jack Knight and Unit 5, although off course, it has still suppressed these two units. One close mortar round hit the building to the East of the two units as the round passed overhead, hurling debris and brick towards the two men.
  
  The two men are okay, but a little cut and bruised from the hurled debris.
  
  
• Axis Unit #1 has been spotted by Allied Unit 6 hiding behind the tree…
  (I’ll leave this open to how Jack would like his unit to react, please do not god-mode and assess the damage done on the enemy, if you attempt to fire - thanks)
  

NEXT POST, JACK KNIGHT!
~Danny[/color]

[nathansinfantry]

OOC: Time for another Mad Minute, here PuNK, and with the German NPC, I can’t say he’s dead, but I can make it impossible for the Nazi to be alive Be warned, this is pretty damn graphic, if you have a weak stomach, or have just eaten, then turn away.

”Sarge, we need to get those fucking mortars out of commission!” Yelled Pvt. Tahe, not half a metre from Jacks ear. The Sergeant nodded, trying to gulp down some air. Looking up he saw Private Colfer running off down the street, and behind him, under a pile of rubble was Tane ”Shiiiiiiiit” muttered Jack these mortars were cutting the men down. He hated to think what the carnage may have been if there were more of them. He looked up, listening intently. The immediate gunfire had stopped. Behind, the church, he was sure he heard the odd shot, but none that was a thread. ”Tahe, get over to Tane and see if he’s alright. I’ll try and sort out Colfer.” The private gave a nod before running over the street, sweat staining his forehead as he broke through the small wisps of smoke that remained.

”Colfer, what the fuck are you doing?”
Private Bill Colfer stopped in his tracks as the pained voice of Brendon, a light film of tears over the wounded Private’s eyes. ”I….” Colfer couldn’t answer, the sight of his friend bleeding, in terrible pain caught him, catching the words in his throat as he threw himself at Brendon. ”Oh Rob, I can’t do it. I can’t die, I’m too young.”
The wounded man hushed him, grunting a little as he put a comforting hand on the shoulder of the private. ”Of course you can, Bill, think of home, Aotearoa, your family. I might not get out of here. I need you to go on and kill these bastards if I have a chance of staying alive. Follow the Sergeant. He’s a good man, you’ll be fine behind him.”
Colfer gave a tearful nod. ”I’ll do it Bill. Stay alive mate, we’ll have them all done soon enough.”

Meanwhile Jack was over with Tahe and Tane. ”Ready. 3…..2…..1…. lift!” Tahe and Jack stuck their hands around the large beam of wood pinning Tane down and lifted it. Muscles strained under tight uniforms, but the pair managed to move it around, dropping it on a pile of rubble and pulled out Tane. He picked up the rifle laying on the floor and brushed a bit of dust off of his uniform. ”Sarge. Plan?”
”It better involve me.” Behind them, Colfer came careering round the corner.
Jack smiled as he cautiously looked around the building. ”We need to get into that church, but the problem is those two Nazis on the door. Tahe, Tane, can you to get us a distraction?”
The two muttered quickly in Maori before nodding. ”Ringa Ringa Pakia!”
Jack’s eyes opened wide in amazement. ”You’re going to do a fucking Haka?”
”You wanted a distraction, no?”
Jack shook his head slightly before turning to Colfer. ”No more running away? I want you on my back. Keep pace with me and you’ll be fine, mate. We can’t have that, who’ll be shagging that nurse back at base?”


Tahe and Tane started running. The Haka had been a joke, but doubtlessly if they got out alive, there would be one. The girls loved them. The two crawled down the side of the house, in line, completely silent as they looked around the corner. Doubtless there were two Germans stood by the gate, but their eyes were drawn primarily over to what Monroe was doing he was always the quiet one at base! Tahe nudged Tane and pointed at the church spire, where two enemies were quite obviously taking cover. He nodded, but they weren’t primary priority. Rifles were brought around and aimed at the two gun-toting German’s on the gate. They whispered a count before sending a bullet each towards the head of their targets, again, a German each. They retreated behind the wall, but Tahe left his rifle showing, a tantalizing target for any Jerry.

Knight and Colfer (1), up to their elbows in mud started crawling down along the side of their building. ”Keep quiet,” whispered Jack, Tommy Gun in front as he smeared the brown stuff over his visible skin, hoping to try and shroud the white of his face, behind him Colfer was doing the same, seemingly regaining rational thought. He looked up surveying the surroundings and muttered a curse to himself. A pair of binoculars was reflecting the suns light, giving away the holder of them. ”In here,” he whispered, doing a gentle gesture towards the window of a house. He lifted himself carefully through the window and next to him, the Private did the same. ”This is what we’ll do. If you hear any mortars, you have my full permission to run like fuck. What we’re going to do is wait for Tahe and Tane to give us cover then sprint over to the church and try and get in. It will provide us good cover from fire, and their mortars won’t be able to touch us.”

***

Private Monroe (6) heard a rustling behind, and all thoughts of terrible thoughts ran through his mind, what it could be, what it could want, but if every train of though came to the same terrible end. If something wasn’t done about it, the Private would die. Dropping his hand down, he grabbed the bayonet off of his belt, and yanked it out of the leather sheath, the small double-edged blade glinting dangerously in the half-light of the Russian day. He slipped it over the tip of his rifles muzzle and span around the corner, into the face of a German.
(I've had to allow some of your god-moding, but don't do it again please)
The blade of the bayonet ran through the throat of the man, slitting it wide open, the blood coming out all ready. He pushed forward when the blade was about halfway along the head, the metal getting stopping on the spinal cord. He solved this by pulling the trigger on his rifle, sending the bullet hammering over the distance of less than ten centimetres. It would doubtlessly sever the spine, killing the man, or at the very least paralyzing him. Monroe stepped back around in case anybody felt like taking a pot-shot at him. The short, stubby blade of the bayonet was covered in blood, and the pedantic part of him wanted to wipe the blade clean, give it a small polish, but the young man realised that if he didn’t move now, any element of surprise he had would be gone.

Sprinting off with all his speed, he pulled the bolt of his rifle as he leapt towards the unarmed gunner on the mortar. The blade of the bayonet plunged into the soft skin of the mans neck, sliding at a diagonal over where his windpipe should be. To ensure it was cut, Monroe pulled violently on the rifle, rotating it over the point of entry so that all of the throat forward of the bayonet was sliced open. The man would be unable to scream, to cry out, to warn his partner who was busy with the mortar charges. A bullet passed into his skull at point-blank range. Two shots fired, eight left and only two enemy artillery cadets.

There was a gap of approximately two metres between the last target and the next, and Monroe covered that in a dive, rifle outstretched and the blade slicing into the belly of his next target, cutting a large gash into it. Monroe’s fist connected with the jaw of the cadet, and with the energy of the jump behind him, he was sure he felt one or two teeth come out of their sockets as he pushed upwards with his legs, sending the bayonet up, under the ribcage, through the diaphragm and into the organs within. He would probably suffer, but there was too much adrenalin and testosterone in his system for Monroe to give a flying fuck. The last enemy had surely noticed, and possibly started to run, but the Private didn’t care. A new him had been unleashed, one that was thirsty for blood, no regard for the enemy. To him, they were no longer human; they were simply a skeleton, an organ system and a couple of gallons of blood. Blood that was being spilt from the final enemy by the wound caused by the bayonet entering the neck and being jiggled about to cause maximum carnage. He finished the job by firing into the side of the German’s skull while he pulled the knife out. With a quick spin, he saw that no enemies were standing, but that was hardly surprising. Realising how exposed he was, he dived through the window of the church, or at least what was left of the frame. The mortars were no longer a threat, and the rest of the team had a chance. A smile spread over his face as lay against the opposite wall so no friendly fire hit him. That would be a right bugger.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

• Axis Unit #1 has been spotted by Allied Unit 6 hiding behind the tree…
  (I’ll leave this open to how Jack would like his unit to react, please do not god-mode and assess the damage done on the enemy, if you attempt to fire - thanks)

I just thought I should highlight that, Jack. The last section of your post, although nicely graphical, was also god moding beyond belief. How could you possibly take out a whole mortar crew with no resistance what so ever? You have completely forgotten some major factors. For instance, Axis Unit #4 in the church tower.

If you feel your moves were confidently right with your Allied Unit #6, I would consider a revise upon your stature to becoming a moderator. In all seriousness, I’m a little shocked you made a move like what you have. Not only did you mod the carnage of your blows, but you even modded the moves of the enemy characters, I really am let down, you just made one of the biggest boo boos with an NPC character I’ve ever seen… As if he were Rambo?

The following Actions have been made;

SGT. Jack Knight:

• SGT, Jack / NPC 4 / NPC 5 / NPC 1:
  
  (From what I’ve read, you’ve run about quite a bit with your units - such as freeing trapped unit 4, retrieving fleeing unit 1, etc…)
  - Throughout the whole while of darting back and forth across the cobbled path, Axis Units 2 & 3 have instinctively popped off further shots in hoping to hit the running targets across the street. Allied Unit 1 has been caught on the thigh from a close bullet missing his leg narrowly. The gash isn’t serious, but painful and may slow Unit 1’s movements…
  
  - NPC 4 & 5 have quietly made their way up the southern side of the cottages; Firing a bullet each, they have given away their positions and momentarily suppressed the enemy units 2 & 3, but have given away their position completely.
  
  - Jack Knight and Unit 1have quietly made their way into the building, but would have been seen from the church tower - not the Axis units on the ground. Although Unit 1 is stable, he is still very edgy and after succumbing to a gash on his thigh, the pain is causing him to become a little shaky…
  
  
• NPC 3 & 2:
  - Unit 3 (with the shrapnel wound) has suddenly began to haemorrhage violently from his abdomen wound and unfortunately, died. This has occurred from the lack of medical attention and being left alone.
  
  - Unit 2 has begun to stir from the painful struggling of Unit 3 dying against him, although coming around, he is highly dizzy and groggy; I would not recommend using this unit for combat just yet.
  
  
• NPC 6:
  (Unfortunately, I’ve had to delete a lump of your post regarding this unit. Personally, he wouldn’t have made it past the first enemy approaching his position…)
  - Attaching the bayonet and darting from out of cover with a lunge towards the Axis Soldier (Unit 1), the blow was critically fatal, as the blade Successfully slit straight through the Axis unit’s throat by surprise (thought he hadn’t been seen) and pulling the trigger, it did indeed blow a hole straight throughout the back of this unit’s neck and lower head.
  
  (Forgive the god moding, but I had to fill in the gap of what Axis Unit 4 would have done with the allotment of time given)
  - After momentarily dropping back into cover, to then dart out towards the Mortar crews. Allied Unit 6 was shot by Axis Unit 4 in the bell tower. The bullet phased straight through Unit 6’s chest, knocking him down. Although not dead, this unit is critically wounded and choking on his own blood… Hardly able to move.
  

Jack, would you please pick 1 name for your dead soldier (Allied Unit 3) and would Erhard please pick a name for his dead soldier also (Axis Unit 1) - Thank You!

NEXT POST, ERHARD STRUMFELDER!
~Danny[/color]

[Nathan Whyte]

Can I just say something?

First of all, Axis Unit 1 wouldn't have had a clear shot down at Allied Unit 6, because of Axis1 being in the way, and from the distance, he wouldn't have been able to tell if he was dead. When unit #6 made a run across the open, he would have been sprinting, meaning he would not have presented an easy target.

With the first mortar team at least, they would have been preoccupied with mortar, mainly because with WW2 mortars, you pretty much have to lie down on them to stop them flying everywhere, and you have to cover your ears to stop damage to them, and a natural reaction would be to screw up your eyes, meaning at the least, he should have been able to get the knife into one of the artillery cadets. Again, the Axis 4 should have been reluctant to fire on him here because of the two artillery cadets in close proximity and the fact I'm surrounded with dangerous explosive and expensive equipment.

Sorry about the god-modding though, I didn't know what was stopping over the line, but I felt everything was feasible. I spent half an hour in science jotting it down.

Hey,
Axis Unit 1 was not in the way of Axis Unit 4 in the bell tower, none the less, you stabbed/shot that unit and ducked behind cover. Axis Unit 4 would have fallen to the ground, well before you even contemplated on jumping out of cover? So I don't understand that argument you're arousing.

Secondly, you sprinted towards the direction of Mortar 1, hence, running in a straight line down the iron sights of a higher positioned Axis Unit - who was assigned to oversee the rear, much earlier in this thread. As you mentioned yourself in the post, the element of surprise was basically scrapped the moment you took out Axis Unit 1 (bayonet/gun-shot).

Also, you mentioned Unit 4 in the tower being too far away to see you!?!?! He's practically looking down on you, from 10 meters away, to rig a shot at someone you know's there, wouldn't be that hard the moment you stuck your head out. Let alone your whole body. You unfortunately didn't even acknowledge the soldier in the bell tower, even with your god-modding paragraph, so don't go picking on that unit now I've clarified a mistake you made. Either way, whether your Unit had the chance to stab an artillery cadet or two, he would still have been shot, before he could even have dived through a window?

Anyhow, you speak about the Mortar rounds going off as very dangerous to the recipients or anyone close. If so, how on hell would you have thought you could have pulled off a move by jumping directly at an artillery cadet not even a foot or half a foot away from the gear - without having the same concequences of squinting, deafening and disorientation yourself?

There are plenty of flaws and I'm adament on my Mod-Mark I've made. The Artillery cadets are trained people; Hence why I made them. If it were infantry stuck to do the job, then there could be some cock-ups I would have mod-marked during the process of using them, by inexperienced Infantry doing the job.

Anyway, we live and learn, try not to spam this thread up guys.
~Danny

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

OOC: Just to let you know, I’m guessing this post would take about three minutes, and the mortar would be firing for about two of them. And I’m going to give each of my men one of those red bottles from the shop, which I’m guessing are included in the medical pack. If you’re not happy Danny, just say and I’ll delete the sentence.
My blokes have fired mainly towards the enemy positions to the south, with the aim of suppressing them. I’m not stating how many they fired and at which targets to stop the possible exploitation of a loop hole in the rules by Nathan. Not that you would, but I just want to cover my back

The image has been scaled down to slow the pixalation rate. That, and I'm still playing around with a new Image shack account.


Strumfelder watched as the enemy darted around the numerous explosions, and split into to columns, one holding the closest western building, the other around the side of the eastern one. And then he hear the close crack. “Ich schlug gerade einen der bastard!” Konig shouted, tugging back the bolt of his weapon. “Tot?” Erhard asked, watching the two eastern troops firing on his men. “Ich kann nicht sagen. Er zieht um, aber es könnte die Nerven gerade sein. Er hat nahe bei den Mörsern Recht. Bitten Sie um um sie.” Erhard didn’t like being ordered around by an inferior, but this was not the time to care. He lifted his radio, a little surprise they’d got so close. “Mörser einer. Ist der Soldat direkt vor Ihnen noch, überhaupt lebendig?” A few seconds later and a response crackled through. “Ja aber kaum. I' m, das jetzt über ihm steht. Wünschen Sie seine Toten, Herrn Ärtzlichstabsfeldwebel?” It was Kraas. “Nein. Schleppen Sie ihn in die Kirche und warten Sie mich dort. Übergehen Sie mich Preiss…. Preiss, verbinden Mannschaft zwei für einige Minuten. Ich bin, das geht, Ihnen etwas Feuer cordinants in einer Minute zu geben.”

Erhard gathered his thoughts momentarily. He had to close up his defensive line, and fast, but not allow the enemy to swamp him at the same time. “Kortig, erhalten hierhin. Halten Sie Tief oder sonst werden Sie gesehen. Es gibt zwei Soldaten, die unsere Männer unten festgesteckt an der östlichen Wand halten. Sie sind durch dieses Haus zum Westen. Stellen Sie sie auf Null ein und versuchen Sie und jagen Sie sie, wenn Sie können. Tun Sie ihn.” He turned his attention to the mortar. He looked down at his map and translated the distance. “Mörser zwei, Feuer für Effekt, siebzehn Meter, Quernegativ 15º, hochexplosiv. Vergessen Sie über Zahl der Oberteile oder des TIMINGs, gerade Unterhaltzündung, bis ich Ihnen einen anderen Auftrag erteile! Team ein, Wartezeit, damit die Mörserumläufe beginnen zu schlagen dass südliches Gebäude, dann Fall zurück in die Kirche. Sie werden bedeckt; sorgen Sie sich nicht. Nehmen Sie defensive Positionen auf und öffnen Sie Feuer auf der feindlichen Position, die Sie unterdrückte. Halten Sie ein Auge durch ausgebildet auf dem südlichen Haus; sie können versuchen und fliehen, oder laden Sie uns auf. Schießen Sie sie ab, wenn sie tun. Das geht für Sie auch, Kortig.”

Erhard grabbed his binoculars, map, weapon and medical bag, and slide down the wooden ladder from the tower to the main church area. He’d left his radio so he could contact Kortig, as he would soon have team one’s. Strumfelder landed hard from the slide, but the adrenaline meant he hardly felt it. He burst into the hall, where Kraas was standing next to a pale and slumped over body, which was leaning against the rear wall. Erhard was then greeted by stamping feat as team one pulled back, storming through the none existent door. “Ihr Radio?!” Erhard called over the din of the tubes. A small brick size object was thrown over to him, which he caught before it struck the stone floor. He placed it down next him, tore open his medical bag, and ripped on a pair of surgical gloves. “Wurde dieser Mann bewaffnet?” Strumfelder asked, pulling open the man’s jaw. “Ja mit einem Gewehr und einem bayonette. Ich sehe nicht, warum wir gerade das Bastard nicht sterben lassen?” Erhard ignored the last comment. “Gehen Sie erhalten sie und Arm sich. Sie können nicht ein Soldat sein, aber Sie können ein triger noch ziehen. Erhalten Sie dann zurück hier. Bewegen Sie sich!” Kraas disappeared at a run.

Erhard preferred to work in peace. He reached into the man’s mouth and down his throat and cleared it of blood. His hand got covered in the stuff. Strumfelder looked at the man. The bullet had entered between the collar bone and throat, but had torn a pathway of destruction downwards and the exit wound was half way down his back next to his spine. The man might not walk again, but he could still be saved. If it had hit anything vital, than would already be dead, but there could be quite a bit of internal damage. But for the time being, he had to stop this damn bleeding. Most of it was coming through the exit wound. Erhard grabbed a field dressing, leaned the man forward, and tore the soldier’s kaki uniform from the back. He roughly stabbed the dressing in place; he would change it later. Carefully leaning the man back, Strumfelder withdrew a small packet of Sulfa Powder, and sprinkled it into the entry wound, in an attempt to slow infection. “You’ll be okay, mate.” He said, speaking in English for the first time in a decade. He dived into his bag once again, and pulled out a bag of plasma, a small plastic tube, and a canula. The Medic put the needle straight into the back of the soldier’s left hand, attached the tube, and rested the bag up on a deep window sill. He grabbed hold of another dressing, and strapped it loosely over the entry wound. The man was barely conscious now; Erhard gave the plasma a quick squeeze.

Kraas burst into the hall, coming through a half blown away window which was now being used as an entry point. The rifle he held at his waist, enjoying his new found power. “Wo ist Trommler? Dieser Mann sollte uns angrenzen nie gesollt sein.” Erhard asked, tearing the man’s right sleeve at the shoulder, and squeezing a syrette of morphine straight into his blood. “Trommler ist tot. Dieser bastard zerschnitt seine geöffnete Kehle.” The medic stood up and rubbed his eyes. He reached down to one of the small beds and pulled up a blanket, then laid it over the soldier. It was getting cold, and he didn’t want to treat hypothermia on top of nasty gun shot wounds. “Finden Sie eine andere Decke und ziehen Sie Trommler' s corspe in hier. Entleeren Sie ihn am Fern, und bedecken Sie ihn.”

The Cadet disappeared, Strumfelder reached into his pocket and lit another cigarette. His wife would kill him, but she wasn’t facing death right now. His men were slowly beginning to tire. He needed to perk them up a bit. Erhard grabbed four small glass bottles from his bag, each containing a foul flavoured red syrup. He took one, ripped out the small cork and poured it down his throat, before tossing the bottle away. He crouched down low, and advanced up to his men who putting pot shots at the enemy. He handed them both an a bottle, and gave one to the Cadet as he dumped Trommler’s pale corpse.

Erhard reviewed his men, and realised they needed picking up, morale wise. He could speak to them, and try and rouse them with a speak, but he was terrible at the things. Then something came to him.
“Deutschland, Deutschland über alles,
Über alles in der Welt,
Wenn es stets zu Schutz und Trutze
Brüderlich zusammenhält.”
The men joined him, firing and singing at the same time.




Translations:

“Ich schlug gerade einen der bastard!”
~ I just hit one of the bastards!

“Tot?”
~ Dead?

“Ich kann nicht sagen. Er zieht um, aber es könnte die Nerven gerade sein. Er hat nahe bei den Mörsern Recht. Bitten Sie um um sie.”
~ I can’t tell. He is moving, but it could just be the nerves. He’s next to the mortars, ask them.

“Mörser einer. Ist der Soldat direkt vor Ihnen noch, überhaupt lebendig?”
~ Mortar one. Is the soldier directly ahead of you still alive, at all?

“Ja aber kaum. I' m, das jetzt über ihm steht. Wünschen Sie seine Toten, Herrn Ärtzlichstabsfeldwebel?”
~ Yes, but barely. I'm standing over him now. Do you want his dead, Herr Ärtzlichstabsfeldwebel?

“Nein. Schleppen Sie ihn in die Kirche und warten Sie mich dort. Übergehen Sie mich Preiss…. Preiss, verbinden Mannschaft zwei für einige Minuten. Ich bin, das geht, Ihnen etwas Feuer cordinants in einer Minute zu geben.”
~ No. Drag him into the church and wait for me there. Pass me over to Preiss.... Preiss, join team two for a few minutes. I'm going to give you some fire coordinates in a minute.

“Kortig, erhalten hierhin. Halten Sie Tief oder sonst werden Sie gesehen. Es gibt zwei Soldaten, die unsere Männer unten festgesteckt an der östlichen Wand halten. Sie sind durch dieses Haus zum Westen. Stellen Sie sie auf Null ein und versuchen Sie und jagen Sie sie, wenn Sie können. Tun Sie ihn.”
~ Kortig, get over here. Keep low, or else you will be seen. There are two soldiers keeping our men pinned down at the eastern wall. They are by that house to the south. Zero them, and try and snipe them if you can. Do it.

“Mörser zwei, Feuer für Effekt, siebzehn Meter, Quernegativ 15º, hochexplosiv. Vergessen Sie über Zahl der Oberteile oder des TIMINGs, gerade Unterhaltzündung, bis ich Ihnen einen anderen Auftrag erteile! Team ein, Wartezeit, damit die Mörserumläufe beginnen zu schlagen dass südliches Gebäude, dann Fall zurück in die Kirche. Sie werden bedeckt; sorgen Sie sich nicht. Nehmen Sie defensive Positionen auf und öffnen Sie Feuer auf der feindlichen Position, die Sie unterdrückte. Halten Sie ein Auge durch ausgebildet auf dem südlichen Haus; sie können versuchen und fliehen, oder laden Sie uns auf. Schießen Sie sie ab, wenn sie tun. Das geht für Sie auch, Kortig.”
~ Mortar two, fire for effect, seventeen metres, traverse 15º negative, high explosive. Forget about number of shells or timing, just keep firing until I give you a different order! Team one, wait for the mortar rounds to start hitting that southern building, then fall back into the church. You are being covered; do not worry. Take up defensive positions and open fire on the enemy position which was suppressing you. Keep an eye trained on the southern house through; they may try and flee, or charge us. Shoot them down if they do. That goes for you too, Kortig.

“Ihr Radio?!”
~ Your radio?!

“Wurde dieser Mann bewaffnet?”
~ Was this man armed?

“Ja mit einem Gewehr und einem bayonette. Ich sehe nicht, warum wir gerade das Bastard nicht sterben lassen?”
~ Yes, with a rifle and bayonet. I don’t see why we just don’t let the bastard die?

“Gehen Sie erhalten sie und Arm sich. Sie können nicht ein Soldat sein, aber Sie können ein triger noch ziehen. Erhalten Sie dann zurück hier. Bewegen Sie sich!”
~ Go get them, and arm yourself. You may not be a soldier, but you can still pull a triger. Then get back here. Move!

“Wo ist Trommler? Dieser Mann sollte uns angrenzen nie gesollt sein.”
~ Where the hell is Trommler? We shouldn’t have been flanked.

“Trommler ist tot. Dieser bastard zerschnitt seine geöffnete Kehle.”
~ Trommler is dead. This bastard slashed his throat open.

“Finden Sie eine andere Decke und ziehen Sie Trommler' s corspe in hier. Entleeren Sie ihn am Fern, und bedecken Sie ihn.”
~ Find another blanket, and pull Trommler's corspe into here. Dump him at the far end, and cover him.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Following Actions have been made;

Erhard Strumfelder & Mortar Team #2:

• Providing Coordinates to Mortar Team #2 (Now manned by 3 Cadets / 1 Cadet from Mortar team #1) their effective shelling has begun.
  
  - Two Mortar rounds have immediately fallen onto the governing building they're Inhabiting (with a split few second margin between each explosion). Sending Debris inwards from the puncturing of the rooftop - however, it has not collapsed it, just blown holes.
  
  - The first explosion caught both men by surprise, causing them to both drop for cover out of sheer instinct. The explosion sent heavy debris and roof tiles cascading like sharpnel downwards, causing NPC 1 to become caught in the middle of it. Ironically, the explosion didn't kill him, but the jagged tiles and debris did, as they almost buried him alive from the collapsing mound of roof above his position - riddling his torso with puncture wounds from the cascading tiles.
  
  - The 2nd Explosion almost hit the same mark, but thankfully it didn't (as it would have exploded inside the structure). Hitting the roof, narrowly close to the first mortar round, has sent yet more debris inwards and caused Jack Knight's leg to become trapped by a long splinter of wood, blown off from one of the supporting roof beams of the cottage.
  
  - Jack Knight's right leg has been nailed into the floor by this heavy and sharp piece of lumber. To remove it, will consist of seven lines of description; Depending how the the splinter is removed from the leg/floor, if attempted, may ensue concequences - such as excessive bleeding or a broken leg.
  
  - The rest of the Mortar rounds were ineffective, as they bombarded close to the building, one of them merely hitting the opposite end of the house - causing more destruction.
  
  
• Attempting to save Allied NPC Unit 6 has been half Successful. This Unit is stable, but unconcious from the internal bleeding (lack of blood) and shock setting in; The Unit has effectively been saved, but is still in danger of dying if not sought' a proper surgical proceedure to rectify the damage made.
  
  
• Providing the men with nourishment, has boosted their mental edge, improving accuracy.
  (You may not provide anymore of this substance for the remainder of this thread - Used up)
  

Axis NPC 2 / 3:

• As they drew back into the church Successfully, their shots towards the Eastern Sector of flanking enemies overall, narrowly missed.
  
  - With good suppressive fire, they've prevented the enemy from making any judgemental movements, as they would almost immediately be hit upon the word go.
  

NPC 4:

• Firing from the bell tower downwards towards the two Allied soldiers, one of the bullets successfully ripped through suppressed Allied NPC Unit 4's left shoulder. The bullet ripped a chunk of flesh out and although painful, is not serious as it's prodominately a flesh wound and nothing more...
  

At this stage, I would like to advise Jack Knight to retreat. The defense is strong and with a lack of man-power to infiltrate the church and get out of the Mortar's range (Attack radius) then you will continue to take casualties until there is no more.

However, due to your pinned circumstance with the sharp piece of lumber, you're unable to retreat until successfully removed. So if you attempt to retreat in your next post, depending how you remove the wooden splinter, you may or may not be allowed to retreat.

These are fair warnings and anything after the next post could result in tragic concequences, if not careful.

NEXT POST, JACK KNIGHT!
~Danny[/color]

NEXT POST, JACK KNIGHT!