Aftermath of Destruction

[Rhys Bevan]

Rhys grimaced as the putrid stench of death hit his nostrils. There were hundreds dead, scattered around the once beautiful city, crushed under many tonnes of rubble. A figure lay face-down in the rubble, her long hair matted with blood. Rhys placed a trembling hand on her shoulder and hung his head. She was deathly cold. He turned her over onto her back and felt his head explode with anger. It was a little girl. She could have been no older than seven or eight. And they had killed her. They had killed them all.

Rhys and a small batallion of his men had been stationed in Northen France for some time now, leading minor skirmishes on the German invaders from time to time. But just twenty four hours earlier, this majestic city had been completely wiped out by a squad of unmericless German bombers. 800 innocent people dead.

The Staff Sergeant sighed woefully. War wasn't fair. It wasn't fair on the world, it wasn't fair on the soldiers and it certainly wasn't fair on the innocents. When news of the vicious bombings had reached Rhys' ears, he and two of his companions, Corporal Jack Diaz and Private John Logan, had volunteered to help search for survivors and help shift some of the rubble, leaving the remainder of the platoon back at base-camp.

There was little more they could do here today; they had been working non-stop for four hours and were exhausted. There would be no point returning back to base that night; it was an hour's journey away and the road was dark. One thing Rhys couldn't afford was a midnight ambush and so he reasoned he and his men may as well stay the night.

The three companions discovered two ruined houses and split up, Rhys in one and Logan and Diaz sharing another. Rhys ordered them to stay awake for at least another hour and keep watch in case of any surprise attacks. Rhys was drowsy but the fear kept him awake. Eight hundred people had died in two days. He swore that no more would follow.



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[∬Hartwig Kriegheld]

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Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld made his way slowly through the rubble of the fallen French city. It had been destroyed by the Lufwaffe only hours earlier; it was punishment for the actions of the French Resistance who had destroyed 30 Panzers left at Divisional headquarters. Hartwig had been sent out with a squad of men to kill the survivors of the bombing. Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld got separated from his squad after searching through the many dead bodies. He stumbled through the rubble of a few buildings before he he saw a man standing in the middle of some building rubble on the other side of what was once a street.

Hartwig immediately crouched down and climbed behind some rubble that surrounded him in a U shape. Slowly peaking over the rubble, Captain Krieghold could see three British soldiers walking around the rubble, obviously looking for survivors. Hartwig smiled a cold-blooded smile as he un-shouldered his K98 and brought it snugly between two pieces of concrete. He looked down the steady iron sights of the deadly weapon and slowly brought them on one of the Brits. He took a deep breath.

OOC: I have not fired the rifle yet, Friedrich is coming in soon. [ftp][/ftp]

[S.SGT David Bevan]

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David crept along the dark city searching hopelessly for survivors. He wondered if the Luftwaffe had killed them all every last one. David was feeling very uneasy it felt like something out of a horror movie the place was a ghost town As soon as he heard of the atrocity David had volunteered to go searching for any life.

As day turned to night David began to feel an uneasy feeling as though he was being watched. He aimed his Bren Gun at every shadow and all movement. He began to slow his pace until he was crouched and moving forward stealthily.

It was then he felt that his eyes were deceiving him in a building in the distance he saw three figures standing.

"Survivors" he whispered to himself excitedly.

Carefully he got down prone and began to crawl towards the building. As he neared the building he noticed the three were British soldiers probable there for the same reason he was.

Suddenly the terrible feeling came back and crawled stealthily towards the nearest cover. He decided that enemy's in the area would not have seen him. He peered out of his cover weapon ready and began scanning the street for the enemy.

[friedrich]

Friedrich walked silently between the buildings, doing his best to avoid being seen. He looked behind him and saw Haupsturmführer Kreigheld, rifle in hand, aiming at something. He looked around, making sure noone had seen him, and lay in the grass, beginning his long crawl towards Kreigheld.

His knees ached as they scraped silently over jagged rocks, nearly cutting through his field-gray Keilhosen. "Herr Haupsturmführer, was ist es? Was sehen Sie?" he whispered to the man as he crept slowly to position, completely silent.

[Rhys Bevan]

OOC: From what I can gather, here are the positions of everyone on the map. Even thoough you didn't mention them in your post, I guessed that Hauffman and Ferrell were with you, Friedrich, so I've added them to the map in the same general position as yourself and Kriegheld.

Rhys rubbed his tired eyes. Dust was scattered everywhere and he could hardly see anything five feet away, let alone any possible German troops in the distance. No. Wait. He could see something in the darkness. For a second, his heart stopped. Germans,

How long had they been there, lying in wait? Rhys cursed. If he hadn't managed to spot them then who knew what could have happened? Rhys scanned the rest of the ruined street for any more signs of life and grinned. There, lying amongst the rubble, was another lone figure, very much alive.

It was too good to be true. He wore the uniform of The Royal Welsj Fusiliers - he was one of Rhys' men. Base camp must have sent reinforcements! Rhys couldn't quite make the figure out, but the uniform signified that he was a relatively senior figure, although not quite officer material.

Rhys left his post for a moment, ready to go and greet the ally, forgetting the Germans lying in wait for him. The Staff Sergeant remembered himself and, his heart in his mouth, he doubled back to the musty window and tried to hatch a plan.

It was a two-way mirror. It would be extremely difficult for the enemy to shoot Rhys or his companions from within their fortress but similarily it would be almost impossible for Rhys to hit the Germans through the few smashed windows that decorated the large house. Rhys decided to take a pot shot at the enemy, if only to frighten them off.

His hands trembling slightly, he poked his rifle through a relatively undamaged rifle and sent two shots towards the nearest German, who, to Rhys' terror, seemed to be clad in a Captain's uniform.

Rhys hastily withdrew his rifle in case the enemy saw him and retalliated. He had no idea whether the shots had hit home or not and he didn't care. His number one priority was the safety of himself and his men.

He wished he could contact Logan and Diaz. They were in a house mere yards away but they may as well have been on the moon. He hoped they had registered the threat and wouldn't fall pray to a pair of German bullets. No, they would survive. They had to survive...

*

Diaz could also see the German threat from his position on the second floor although they were hard to make out. He was in a dilemma. He considered charging out into the open and sending the whole lot of them to Hell but knew that it was too risky. What he needed to get was a closer look. He was further away from the Germans than Rhys had been and he was still unsure of how many there were.

He left his post and clambered down the stairs to where Private Logan was sleepily rubbing his eyes.

"John," whispered the corporal. "Get out there. Take cover behind some rubble, I'll give you some covering fire,"

Logan looked at Diaz worriedly.

"Trust me," assured the corporal. Logan nodded reluctantly and, stooped down low, charged through the cracked double doors and behind the nearest batch of rubble. Breathing heavily, he could see that someone else was next to him. He spun round, terrified that it was a German, before realising that it was an old companion of his.

"Sergeant Bevan," he grinned.

Logan had a clearer look of the German threat now. There were four of them clustered behind a mound of U-shaped rubble. Grinning childishly at the easy shot he had, Logan sent three shots towards the foe before ducking down back behind his cover next to Bevan.



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[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

May I just say something, I know it's easy to make shots so quickly on here (particularly when using MG/SMG's), but when using rifles, if you truely want your shots to hit, I highly suggest you put more detail into whom' (if anyone) you're aiming at in particular and encouraging a detailed description of you or your men making the shots.

Trust me, I'm not sure about any of the other Mod-Markers, but I would mark much higher to your shots made with descriptions, other than those randomly popping off rounds. That's just a hint guys, particularly when you're using rifles.

McMillan, you may help me mod-mark this if you wish.

Staff Sergeant; Rhys Bevan:

• Firing TWO shots (even though you indicated three red lines), the bullets thumped into the concrete debris of rubble safeguarding the squad of Germans, inflicting no significant damage, other than intemidation.
  

Pvt. Logan:

• Firing three shots from the "right flank" of the German squad, the bullets narrowly missed, prodominately due to Staff Sergeant's firing attracting their attention towards the north, but again, the rounds hit the debris and kicked up dirt.
  

~Danny[/color]

[∬Hartwig Kriegheld]

As Hartwig began pulling the steel trigger of his K98, he heard a voice. Turning his head and letting go of the trigger, Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld saw Rottenführer Schüler. “Hauptsturmführer, was ist es? Was sehen Sie?” he said in a whisper. The man crawled up next to Hartwig, who answered him in the same whisper, “Still Sie. Es gibt da drüben Britisches Soldaten. Wir brauchen zusammenarbeiten jetzt. Ich werde da gehen,“ as he pointed to the building on his left. He continued, “Ich möchte Sie abdeckend Feuren.” He moved his rifle from the V in the rocks and two shots echoed through the air. The bullets hit the rock in front of Hartwig as he peaked over the rock again to see movement in a window on the second floor of a building across the street. He moved to let the other troops get ready.

The two shots meant the allies had seen them. Kriegheld had no idea how they saw him, but he knew, they would have to move, because the allies would most certainly start manoeuvring around them to take out their flank. Hartwig knew they would have to move quickly to escape the allies. He crouched and came to the edge of the rubble, stood up, and sprinted across the decimated street to the safety of a stone wall to. He heard firing behind him, but he did not know if it was German or British. He waited behind the wall and turned to see the three other Germans in the ‘U’ rubble. He decided he take a chance to fire a shot.

Lying down, Hartwig peaked around the corner of the wall to see the Brits firing from another rubble pile. Slowly, Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld brought his rifle down to a rest and let the iron sights fixate on the Brit to the far left of the pile, whose side was completely defenceless. He steadily brought the sights to the man’s torso. He took a breath and exhaled as he slowly pulled the steel trigger, releasing one shot and pulling himself around the corner to escape sight.

OOC: Here, I have assumed that bold black lines represent solid walls and thin black lines represent what would have been walls. Also, I you guys are Welsh, but your uniforms are the same as the British; a German wouldn’t know the difference.

Translations:

“Hauptsturmführer, was ist es? Was sehen Sie?”
~Captain, what is it? What do you see?

“Still Sie. Es gibt da drüben Britisches Soldaten. Wir brauchen zusammenarbeiten jetzt. Ich werde da gehen,“
~Quiet! There are British soldiers over there. We need to work together now. I'm going to go over there.

“Ich möchte Sie abdeckend Feuren.”
~I would like you to give me some covering fire.

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[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

I am unable to see your map Hartwig due to a firewall, but I will do my best.

The following actions have been made:

- Hartwig, moving and firing at the exposed Private Logan, your shot impacted on the debris, sending a small pile of it flying into him, his eyes are full of dirt and he will be unable to see well in the next post that he could move/fire. You have effectively moved back behind cover to avoid retaliation.

[S.SGT David Bevan]

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David quickly flattened himself against the pile of rubble after hearing the gun shot's. He glanced to his right quickly to see Logan who had just taken some rubble to the face. David then decided that they would never defeat the Germans if they were aloud such effective cover.

David rested his Bren Gun on the top of the rubble and scanned the enemy cover. He soon spotted a weak piece of rubble and began to get ready to fire accurately. He made sure his body position was pointing naturally at the target and began to take control of his breathing. He breathed in hard and then on the out breath he fired to bursts of three shots at the weak point.

David then leapt to his feet and began running towards the door of the nearest house emptying the rest of his clip into the rubble as he went so the enemy would hopefully be pinned down. He proceeded to run full pelt up the stairs and up to the roof where he took cover.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

The following actions have been made

- Bevan, firing on the move has exempt you from any enemy retaliation in the process, but due to your movement and the bulkiness of your weapon it was difficult for you to keep much accuracy in the process. Most of your rounds impacted into the dirt/debris, a few flying off into the air failing to hit anyone.

[friedrich]

“Ich möchte Sie abdeckend Feuren.” Kriegheld whispered to him. After the Hauptsturmführer had taken his shot, one of the crazy British troops emptied an entire magazine in their direction. Most of the shots pinged in the debris in front of them, or whizzed overhead.

"Feindliche Waffe! Ich habe keinen Schuß!" He said, sweat dripping slowly down his forehead as the enemy bullets slammed into the rubble. He had no chance of getting a shot at the enemy, not with a wall of bullets fired in his direction. I need to take out that Bren-carrier... He thought as he peeked his head over the rubble for a moment. The enemy had gone inside the building, perhaps to join his comrade near the window.

"Wenn wir überleben sollten, müssen wir uns hinter sie stellen. Wir müssen unterdrückendes Feuer bereitstellen, während wir hinter sie eine Angriffskraft schicken, um sie herauszunehmen. Hauffman! Ferrell! Sie boten sich nur an!"

Translations:

"Feindliche Waffe! Ich habe keinen Schuß!" - "Hostile Weapon! I don't have a shot!"

"Wenn wir überleben sollten, müssen wir uns hinter sie stellen. Wir müssen unterdrückendes Feuer bereitstellen, während wir hinter sie eine Angriffskraft schicken, um sie herauszunehmen. Hauffman! Ferrell! Sie boten sich nur an!" -

"If we should survive, we must get behind them. We must prepare suppressing fires while we send an assault force behind them in order to take them out. Hauffman! Ferrell! You just volunteered!"

[Rhys Bevan]

OOC: Well, it doesn't look like Friedrich made any offensive actions so I guess I'll post.

Rhys watched cautiously as the sea of events unfolded in front of his eyes. What he had originally hoped would be a simple skirmish was beginning to evolve into a life-threatening situation. David had, arguably foolishly, left Logan alone to man their post and had charged into another house to Rhys' side. It was a reasonably good defensive position but Rhys was worried. He had never gotten over the feeling of protectiveness over his brother. If David died, he would be responsible. And he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

The German officer had also left his position and was dangerously close to Rhys now. The Staff Sergeant reasoned that he would have to leave his post within minutes or succumb to a barrage of German bullets.

Rhys clambered clumsily to the hard stony roof and lay himself flat on its surface, only the rhymical breathing of his body indicating any movement. It was as if time stood still; he could see Logan ducking behind cover and sending a spray of bullets towards the German corporal, he could see Diaz aiming shakily towards the enemy Captain and he could see the burning in the enemys' eyes. All in slow-motion.

Rhys breathed in and out calmly, allowing himself to succumb to peace, before resting a single, slender figure on the trigger of his rifle. He could see the three lower-ranking Germans all clustered together, the corporal apparently giving his subordinates some kind of orders in his own harsh language. They were almost directly below the Welshman. It would be an easy shot. Aiming directly towards the nearest private (Ferrell), he pulled the trigger in one fluid movement, sending a deadly bullet whistling through the harsh French air towards the enemy, before sending a second towards the same target, this time aiming directly for his scraggly neck.

He rolled over to his side and panted heavily. Staying on the roof would be risky, but it was his best chance of disintergrating the enemy before they caused any real trouble.

For the first time since the battle had started, Rhys realised that he was the leader of his squad. All of their lives were in his hands. Rhys wasn't sure if he could deal with that pressure but the one thing he could not do was crack. No. He had to keep on fighting.

Rhys - 2 towards Ferrell
Diaz - 3 towards Kriegheld
Logan - 2 towards Friedrich, 3 towards Hauffman



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[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

Rhys, you need to actually post that your men fired on the enemy if you want that to actually happen. I am also not clear on why you believe the German's to be right below you

The following actions have been made:

- Rhys, firing on Private Farrell, you first shot grazed the top of his shoulder, minor wound at the most, shouldn't effect him too much, but will slightly. Your second shot missed due to the fact that he would not have remained still for another.

[∬Hartwig Kriegheld]

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OOC: I would like to remind Rhys, I was not in Diaz' Line-of-Fire. there was wall between the two of us and he would not be able to see me. Friedrich, I have a plan; please help me. Also, the green outline on my dot means I'm under the floor of the upper level, so when the dot is completely filled out, it can be seen from the sky-view. I would also like to request that each side be able to have their turns one after another, like this:
Rhys Bevan
David Bevan
Hartwig Kriegheld
Friedrich Schueler
So we can operate more efficiently with our allies. I think it would make it easier for all of us.

Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld heard more gunfire as he lay behind the wall. He looked toward the other Germans in his squad. Slowly, he got into a kneeling position and peaked around the corner again to see the British soldier he had shot at earlier had moved to the right behind cover. He looked back at Rottenführer Schüler and yelled to him, “Schüler, da ist ein Feind auf den Dach droben,“ he said, pointing up to the rooftop that SSgt. Bevan was lying on. “Verfolgen mich droben. Wir werde er einfassen. Feuren drei Abschussen also ihr lauft für bedeckung Feuren. Komm! Schnell!“ continued Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld as the picture of the battle formed in his head.

He watched the other Germans in the rubble across the street and hoped to god they would follow him as he stood up and rounded the corner of the wall and got into the next building rubble, beneath a second floor. He saw the window the British sniper had shot from as he hurried under the second floor to the stairs and pointed his rifle up the stairs, waiting for Schüller to follow him. The plan formulated in his mind; victory would be his. He kept his rifle pointed up the stairs, making sure no one would get down alive. The British sniper was now trapped on the roof of the building.

Translations:
“Schüler, da ist ein Feind auf den Dach droben,“
~ Schueler, ther’s and enemy on the roof up there.

“Verfolgen mich droben. Wir werde er einfassen. Feuren drei Abschussen also ihr lauft für bedeckung Feuren. Komm! Schnell! “
~ Follow me up there. We will surround him. Fire three shots to cover yourselves and you run over here. Come, quickly!

[Rhys Bevan]

OOC: OK, how about we change the posting order after this turn finishes, if you want to, Kriegheld. So, David posts now, then Friedrich.

So the posting order would be:

David
Friedrich
Rhys
David
Kriegheld
Friedrich

and so on and so forth.

There's nothing wrong with changing the posting order but not halfway through a turn.

I also hereby give permission for David to use my NPC's.

P.S: I don't think I'm directly above the Germans, I should have rephrased it. I just meant I was shooting down below at them, so the rubble wouldn't be a problem.