The Hunters and The Hunted

[devros1]

Tom sat cursing under his breath as he recalled what had just happened. They had been in a plane transporting them over the tribal land but the natives had gained some heavy artillery and shot them down without a second thought. The vast majority of the sizable force had managed to flee with the aid of their parachutes but the natives had killed a great number of the many men that had landed in a fierce, unmerciless ambush.

He and a few men had managed to escape the natives and make camp in a secluded spot, overlooking a vast oasis. He was at least grateful that Edwards and Cadarn had survived. The other survivers had doubled back to the crashed plane in search for any survivors or possible supplies from the wreckage. Tom, weary of a second ambush, had disagreed and he, alongside a mere two companions had decided to head towards the more civilised cities. Perhaps there they would be able to contact Britain and hopefully find a way out of the god-forsaken uninhabitable region.

Tom had been horrificely correct in his presumption of an attack. On the second day, the three companions had come across the mutilated corpses of their comrades, torn limb from limb as they searched for survivors. Tom couldn't stop. He merely quickened his pace and prayed that the same fate would not befall himself.

As they got to the top of the next hill Tom noticed that the area was easy to defend. They had a clear view of the entire area beneath the ridge and the enemy would be hard pressed to find a succesful angle from which to attack from.

"Get ready to make a camp, lads," said Tom, in what he hoped was a commanding voice. "We stop here for the night,"

He turned towards Cadarn.

"Keep watch for the next hour," he stated. "When your time is done, wake me. Then it'll be David's turn. We will not be caught out again!"

OOC: ok sorry here is the map by the way the lines indicate steep tirrane

[∬: Gero A. Fritz]

OOC: Hi, see you haven’t supplied a map, but I can try to play along with the settings.


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OOC: Put my places on the map, hope that's okay where I am, just virtually impossible to put my guys anywhere and I don't fancy changing paragraphs of my post to change my position. Oh you can delete the writing too I made on the map. Just curious questions.


The climate of Africa was utterly unbearable, Gero could barely feel his own pulse at times, as the throbbing sensation of sweat and aching muscles pulsated throughout his every physic. Obergefreiter Daniel Gunter walked along upfront, a good few five to six yards away, his Karbiner 98k lurched heavily across his arms as he took point; Making sure no inhabitants were lurking around the next bend, plus the tactical spacing made it much harder for any sharp-shooters out in the desert to nail them instantaneously. Which at least gave one of the two a chance to escape or fight back.

Lugging the MG42 Heavy machinegun over his shoulder, Gero murmured beneath his breath as he stared at the long winding sand beneath his feet, dragging his melting leather boots through the sand slowly, as if trying to preserve as much energy as he could from taking slower, long hauled strides to his steps. Both men’s tunics were rotten and untidy, their Wehrmacht grey uniforms hung open loosely, the sleeves rolled up to their elbows with even buttons missing from the heavy garment. It truly did look as if both the men had gone through war and any Officer stumbling their way would have a field-day with shaping them up appropriately, to look the part of the German Army! Neither man cared tough, they just done as they were taught and wished to go home at the end of it all. If they were lucky.

Abruptly, Obergefreiter Daniel Gunter came to a stop and put his fist up, silently signalling to immediately stop, before the man quickly fell to his stomach, wriggling his elbows into the hot sand to try and bury a few inches of his persona beneath the surface. His rifle moved up between his hands and he carefully watched the movement of two, no, three looking soldiers mingling around in the short distance. Obergefreiter Daniel Gunter looked back towards Obergefreiter Gero Fritz who’d dropped to one knee, slowly pulling down the heavy weaponry from off his shoulder to place against the ground, pulling a questionable look that demanded answers to what he’d seen!? Obergefreiter Daniel Gunter shuffled down the side of the embankment of sand a little, so he could turn onto his back somewhat, putting up three fingers, before flashing a quick ’Thirty’ with both of his hands, using all ten digits. So there was Three Allied Soldiers thirty yards away eh? Gero grinned, but grimaced deep down inside as he knew a fire fight would soon emerge.

Nodding towards Obergefreiter Daniel Gunter’s silent hand signals, the Obergefreiter turned back onto his stomach and shuffled into the sand a little. Luckily, the two Obergefreiters were on an opposing hilltop, mound of sand in other words, so they still managed to establish a height advantage in comparison with the enemies a stone’s throw away. Quickly, Obergefreiter Fritz moved up beside the fellow male keeping an eye out with his rifle, making sure if they were to be spotted, he’d have first dibs on the shoot-out. Quietly, Gero levelled the MG42 down into the sand, finding it totally worthless to unfold the tripod beneath the barrel as the sand was too soft, it’d most likely cause more of a wobbly sensation, than sturdiness. With the MG42 set up, Gero wriggled himself down onto his stomach, reaching over onto Obergefreiter Daniel Gunter’s back to open his backpack, pulling out a casing of ammo. Hastily unfolding the MG42 to load in a new string of bullets, he snapped the framing back down into place to shoulder the heavy weaponry, moistening his throat as he began to feel extremely hot from the sand beneath… Quietly taking aim…

“Drei... Zwei... Ein…” he quietly murmured, counting down. Then, pulling the trigger back with a snap, the MG42 roared into life! Between every five rounds, tracer rounds were placed, so he could monitor his line of fire. Obergefreiter Daniel Gunter’s shoulder jerked from the kick of his rifle, as he began to ‘pop’ off rounds, hoping he’d be able to flat-line one in the process of Gero’s veracious mowing them down. Gritting his teeth, he sprayed the whole adjacent hilltop with Multan lava bullets, praying they’d die a swift death - he didn’t hate the enemy, it was just a job.


Translations:[/b]

Drei... Zwei... Ein...
~ Three… Two… One…

[devros1]

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[nathansinfantry]

OOC: 4V2 isn't particularly fair, I'll admit, but you have a flipping MG42 which could mow us all down :S

IC:: Jack groaned loudly as he tried repacking his parachute. It was the second day since the landing, although it could hardly be called that and the second day since he had been plunged into an over-whelming pit of loneliness. A system of sleeping during the day when it was hottest, the parachute silk allowing him to be seen clearly from the air, and marching at night had meant he had managed to avoid the worst of the African elements, and thankfully the tribesmen and any German's that may be in the area. He was a bit suspicious as to how a group of Africans could have managed to get their hands on an AA gun.

He slung his parachute pack onto his back, and loosened the straps of his gear bag so it could slip over that and picked up his rifle. After a quick check that nothing was in the chamber that could get him into serious trouble, he set off on a march. His target; the hill in the distance, on which he could just make out a small house.

Jack instantly began to curse as his battered feet gave him nothing but pain, but gritting his teeth he carried on, the fear of being lost in the vast savanna driving him onwards, and all pain from his head. It's all mental he told himself as he quickened the pace to the unknown animal cry in the distance.

The Sergeant smiled as he reached the foot of the hill, and smiled even more as he realised there was a river. He took a quick drink, but was interupted by a sudden explosion of gunfire. Realising that it probably involved some allied troops, he started to run up the slope, checking his rifle was cocked as he went.


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Moderation Post:[/b]

Posting order is as follows; A mod mark will also encur after every Action made.

Posting Order:
- Tom
- Gero
- Jack

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Corporal Fritz:

• (Very well written post) Shooting from the MG42 in the general direction of the two Privates on guard along the ridge, the bullets (with tracer rounds) made it quite visible to Gero's line of fire, hence giving him a greater deal of aim.
  
  - The bullets ripped through the dense hot air and cut through the sanded embankments. Defrel [spelt right?] being caught utterly by surprise has been killed instantly, as two bullets ripped through his skull emploding any facial features he once had. This is prodominately due to the close circumstances of the MG42 and surprise attack, as both men would've been overlooking the steep ridge, paying very little attention to their rear.
  
  - A few bullets cascading towards David's direction narrowly missed him in the process of the onslaught.
  

[NPC] Corporal Gunter:

• Taking a couple of aimed shots towards David's direction, the bullets cut close, but however missed, as they cut up the ground beneath his feet.
  

NEXT POST, TOM!
~Danny[/color]

[devros1]

OOC: I soo hate you nhaw prepare to die!

Tom hearing Defrels dying cries watched in agany. "Get in the building he shouted as he watched his private ran upstairs he saw the germans and shouted at his private to shoot them "die you german filth die" he roured. He aimed at the commander and shot he carried on doing it until he had shot nine rouns he watched as David fire twelat thother one he could heaar David say "you monkey turds die!".

How he hated that german he would kill him Tom thouthg even if it toock him one hundred years to find and kill him he would he would make him feel the same pain he had just felt.

He felt gloom and sad it was all his fault all his fault if he hadden come in the first place. Dam them he thought dam them he would rip his eyes out and make him feel fear. He shot nine rounds at the german leaders commander he told David to shoot at him aswell. He would feel pain as he has watching a friend die.

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Moderation Post:[/b]

Ohh Tom! You started this thread off with a really good post, now you're making loads of spelling mistakes and punctuation errors.

Pvt. Edwards:

• (I haven't a clue to how many rounds you tried firing, but you certainly wouldn't be able to fire an excess of nine rounds from a bolt action rifle, with them all being accurate)
  
  - Firing towards the enemy, the bullets zipped through their air, kicking up mounds of sand as they hit the dirt. Gero and Daniel are on their stomaches, so the bullets missed innacurately, but fell close.
  

[NPC] Pvt. Edwards:[/b]

• Firing towards the enemy himself, the bullets cut close, but most of them innacurate. However, one bullet did slit across [NPC] Daniel Gunter's left forearm, causing a flesh wound to emerge.
  

NEXT POST, JACK!
~Danny[/color]

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

Is it too late for me to join you guys?

[nathansinfantry]

OOC: I think it's meant to be Gero, but oh well.

Jack threw himself to the ground a more gunfire flew through the air. He carefully looked upwards and saw lines of tracer leaving the building. He had definately heard and MG42 firing earlier and the rounds that were being fired sounded a lot like those of a Lee Enfield. He decided to risk it.

Half-crouched, he began to ran along the edge of the cliff, stopping every few metres to check nobody was following him. He came to a halt on the opposite side of the house to the gunfire and looked for a door. There wasn't one. He swore and adjusted the grip on his rifle. He checked the safety was back on and swung the boot into a boarded up window, creating a sizeable gap in the rotting wood. He slipped the barrel inside and pulled. The wood gave and Jack barely managed to stay on his feet. "This is Sergeant Knight, serving with the British Army. Who is in here?" he called out as he scrambled through the window, his weapon back in his shoulder. There was no reply as he slowly scanned the room. It was empty, apart from an empty ration pack in the corner. He looked at the label - English.

He slowly walked towards the staircase and repeated the call. He smiled as a voice rang down, one of a private Welshman. "Get the hell up here, Sarge!" it said, and Jack needed no further confirmation as he ran up the stairs. He stopped by the closed door to the third floor and kicked it inwards, the hinges squeakin noisily. He checked the people on the room. Two soldiers firing out the window and Jack quickly realised he was the senior soldier. He looked at the one on the right, a private Edwards and spoke. "Edwards. Status report," he barked at the solider as he took a place by the window and looked carefully for the enemy.


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[devros1]

Jun 26, 2008 21:57:00 GMT ⊕ Edzard Crimm said:

Is it too late for me to join you guys?

I think it is.

Is it my post next?

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Moderation Post:[/b]

Edzard may enter the battle if he wants, you haven't stated no 'Closure' or rules to this thread, stating only a certain amount of enemies or private battle is on-going. Nathan entered freely didn't he? So Edzard may too if he wishes.

Also, I made a mess up, it was Gero's turn to post, but nevermind, this is the Posting order about to commence from the next post;

- Gero
- Tom
- Edzard (if he joins)
- Nathan

Also, Nathan you haven't exactly god-modded with the control/use of Tom's NPC, but just to clarify, you can't control his NPCs unless he gives you permission. You may order them to do stuff, as you're the senior rank of the bunch, but it's entirely up to Tom and his NPCs whether they comply.

NEXT POST, GERO!
~Danny[/color]

[∬: Gero A. Fritz]

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“Ahh! Sie schlagen verdammt mich! Die kühnen Narren!” cried out Obergefreiter Daniel Gunter as he let go of his rifle the moment a random rifle bullet slit across his forearm. Grunting angrily in frustration as he ducked his head down some, listening to the pops and cracks of well misplaced bullets cut overhead; rolling back his sleeve really quickly, he flinched to the stinging sensation as the wound hit the open air. “Sie schießen wie panzies! Ha! Gero, drehen Sie jenes Fass hier wirklich schnell, muss ich dieses Weibchen abdichten” the spluttered out angrily, shuffling closer to the fellow Obergefreiter on the MG42 who turned the barrel towards him real quickly - the barrel was smouldering already from the short outburst, the climate couldn’t have been helping.

The wounded Obergefreiter took a sharp breath and stamped his forearm against the blistering hot barrel, gritting his teeth from the burning pain, but as he went to withdraw his arm, Gero grabbed him by the bicep, holding his arm there a few seconds longer “Es hat nicht abgedichtet! - Dort!” he hastily said, letting go of his arm, as the Obergefreiter yanked his arm away real quickly upon being let go, thumping his fist into the sand some. The wound was sealed shut for now, but it didn’t change the fact he’d have to keep it clean if he wanted to keep his arm. “Die Bastarde werden bezahlen! Wenn ich noch eine Narbe durch das Ende von diesem Krieg werde, besuche ich die Gräber ihrer ganzen Mutter und pisse auf ihnen! ARGH!” he angrily ranted out, causing Gero to laugh some, as he turned the MG42 upfront again, catching a glimpse of someone running into the nearby building.

Leaning into the MG42 again, he began to take aim on the upper floor where the lousy shooters were firing from. Obergefreiter Daniel Gunter had already began to start shooting at them, his hand swiftly and angrily clunking and snapping the bolt upon his rifle, trying to muster up as many well aimed, but quick shots as he could. He was fuming angry! Gero grinned however, finding his anger amusing, but also knew this was no time for joking… The imbeciles were hiding in the building and he knew fully well his MG42 was more than capable of ripping through the tepid material of the building.

Yanking his finger onto the MG42, he leant into the Heavy Machingun, watching as bullets spiralled up towards the upper floor, his eyes glancing to the chain of ammo entering the gunnery after every strife of gun-burst, making sure none of them entered the chamber crookedly to jam the weapon - the smell of rotten flesh also began to drift into the hot slow breeze, as one of their comrade’s corpses laid strewn faceless in the sand. They must’ve been shaking in their boots, knowing the same fate was coming their way, as Gero continued to spray off short, but damaging bursts towards the windows and upper walls, in hope scattered debris within would strike their soft bodies or the bullets themselves would crush their bodies!


Translations:[/b]

Ahh! Sie schlagen verdammt mich! Die kühnen Narren!
~ Ahh! They bloody hit me! The daring fools!

Sie schießen wie panzies! Ha! Gero, drehen Sie jenes Fass hier wirklich schnell, muss ich dieses Weibchen abdichten.
~ They shoot like panzies! Ha! Gero, turn that barrel here real quick, I need to seal this bitch.

Es hat nicht abgedichtet! - Dort!
~ It's not sealed! - There!

Die Bastarde werden bezahlen! Wenn ich noch eine Narbe durch das Ende von diesem Krieg werde, besuche ich die Gräber ihrer ganzen Mutter und pisse auf ihnen! ARGH! [/I]
~ Those bastards will pay! If I get one more scar by the end of this war, I'm visiting all their mother's graves and pissing on them! ARGH!

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Moderation Post:[/b]

Your post has been deleted Tom, I know I've been inactive, but it's no excuse for you to jump the line and practically god-mode that Gero's shots hadn't hit anything; He made some actions and they have to marked accordingly, so your post was made void and deleted.

The following actions have been made;

[NPC] CORP. Gunter:

• Attempting to seal his wound upon the hot barrel of the MG42, the wound has been successfully 'closed' to an extent (great thinking to do this); The wound however, is still very tender and painful, so this doesn't exempt Corp. Gunter from having a wound, due to the successful closure/stopping of the bleeding.
  
  
• Firing towards the house, quickly, the bullets chipped away at the exterior of the building, narrowly missing anyone within...
  

CORP. Fritz:

• Firing with the MG42 towards the house in excessive bursts of fire, two bullets did manage to rip through Pvt. Tom's right torso/arm, knocking him from off his feet in the process. Due to the heavy caliber of the rounds, a few bullets pierced through the wall, but overall, none of the other shots hit anything in specific.
  
  
• The two bullets that've hit Pvt. Tom, are both serious and minor, as one bullet has lodged into Tom's Right Bicep and the other has passed through his torso (on the right side), narrowly missing any major organs or arteries. It's advised Pvt. Tom seeks medical attention, as these wounds could become major later on in the thread and lead to a sum of blood loss...
  

NEXT POST, TOM!
~Danny[/color]

[devros1]

OOC: I won't be here next week so don't expect me to post for a while Paris here i come!

Tom cried out in pain as the bullets riped through his flesh. "Aarrrrrhhhh" he cried. "We got to get him to a medic he heard David say.

"No,no doctor"he said in reply.

"But Tom.."he heard him say.

"No you dam fool now listen and do what i say got it exactly"Tom said.


"Use a tourniquet to stop the bleeding, and try to pry the bullet out of my arm with my knife"he said.

"You got it then do it!"he said harshly.

He watched as David pryed out the bullet he roared in agony. He tried to struggle but David threw him down. He was sweating when it finished. "Now" he said "get up their and shoot the bastard!". He limped upstairs and used the window frame to support his rifle as he aimed and fired ten rounds at the Germans. He watched David do the same."i nkow it's not a hournobrle seggestion but were just gonna get killed here"David said. "Ok in three" Tom replyed "3...2...1 run!" they ran for the border.

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Moderation Post:[/b]

Pvt. Edwards / NPC: Pvt. David:

• Firing an excess of covering fire/volley of fire - towards the enemy. Most of the bullets cut and zipped overhead of the enemy's position, intemidating them, but also showing their grounded locations within the building - from the excess and grounded locations of staying in one position.
  
  
• None of the bullets had any effect on the enemy. Simply due to innacuracy and haste in the firing.
  
  
• Tom Edwards, You have successfully withdrawn from the batle.
  

NEXT POST, JACK!
~Danny[/color]