Forest outpost (McMillan to Mark)

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC: This is for our bonding, Riley.

Daniel sighed and leaned against the ledge on the roof of the tall, two storey building he was occupying. He looked over at the tall tree’s that surrounded the cabin and thought how they would be perfect for a sniper. And they were perfect. In the last few days his unit had lost a few men to the hidden German snipers in the forks of branches high up in the trees. The small river gurgled away to his right, making its way down a slope that Daniel couldn’t even tell was there. He was stationed in a tiny, but tall, house that was situated deep in a forest in northern France. Below him, the rest of his rag-tag squad were assembled. There were two Privates behind the sandbags below, with their rifles pointed out at trees all around them; Private Charlie Web and John Teal. Also in the small bunker was Corporal Smyth, similarly alert. Inside the house on the ground floor was his Engineer, Michael Burns. He was watching the river through a window in the wall, his rifle resting up on the sill. Seeing his men looking more alert than himself, Daniel quickly brought up his BAR to the wall of the roof and started scanning the tree-line. At least this had been built as a roof for people to walk on, so there was a nice three foot high wall, perfect for cover and an open trapdoor on the floor.

They were expecting more allies to be coming this way soon, because the building was heavily undermanned. It had five men stationed in it when it could easily hold fifteen. Everyone was nervous; the reinforcements were running a few hours late. They had enough food to last them for days, but they were in the middle of no-where, which was not a good place to be stationed. Everyone jerked as a flock of large birds flew up from the trees just a few hundred metres away. Daniel’s finger tightened on the trigger. The three cows that were nearby lifted there heads momentarily, before going back to their grazing. He waited a few minutes, but there were no further disturbances, so he relaxed a bit.

[riley]

Riley groaned as he traversed the vast forest, fallen branches cracking under his boots. He didn't even care to use precaution and ready himself for any attack. Apparently, some of his men had been stranded in a house in the middle of nowhere to the east. Well some of the good ole' men of the 3rd ID were heading that way, and then out of nowhere comes a German ambush. It could be said that Riley and his men won, because all the Germans died... and one American lived. Riley. They had come out of nowhere. Panzerchreks galore, MP40s, MP44s, Potato masher grenades! It was absolutely terrible. Riley had watched his own men die before his eyes. Like always.

Fortunately, Riley found a working radio in the pile of wreckage. It was hard to make out the voice on the other end, and after a few minutes the radio was only one way. But Riley managed to call HQ and tell them what happened and manage to get some more reinforcements. Now he was headed out to his men, to make sure they were okay and that they could hold out during any attack. He sighed, bringing his Lee Enfield rifle upwards, holding it in his arms as if it were his baby.

Suddenly a flock of birds flew up in his presence. Startled a little, he jumped up and scanned the area. Nothing. Maybe he had startled the birds a little. Riley shrugged and kept on walking, until he had come upon an open area and a cabin smack dab in the middle of it. As the flock sprang up and flew over the house, Riley caught all the men's attention as they readied their weapons on him. "Woah woah woah! It's me. Remember your new Lieutenant? Lieutenant Riley. " Most of the men apologized and Riley nonchalantly walked over. "Its alright guys I understand. You've been cooped up in this cabin with Germans surrounding the area. Never can be sure. Well, I'm intent on getting you the hell out of here. Where's Staff Sergeant Brennan?"

The men pointed upwards to the roof, and Riley nodded and headed into the house. He wasn't going to stand there shouting up to the Staff Sergeant, because then they'd both be perfect for a sniper to pick off. Riley pulled himself up onto the roof, and sat down next to the second highest-ranking man there, Daniel Brennan. He let his Lee Enfield rest on his knees a bit, as Brennan was scanning the area. Riley outstretched his hand to shake Dan's hand and announced himself, "Lieutenant Riley. Good to see ya."

"Listen up Staff Sergeant. I got good news and I got bad news. I'll tell you the bad news first. I was sent in with the rest of the reinforcements. We were coming in from the west, when some Germans ambushed us. They completely eradicated all the vehicles with their Panzerchreks and sadly I was the only one to live through it. Now the good news is, I believe I got through to HQ and they should be sending reinforcements. We're just going to have to sit it out for a little longer. "

[nazariobattista]

OOC: OK, I stand to be severely outnumbered here but I guess I do have an MP44 so...

The hunt was on.
Nazario's eyes burned with the bloodlust, a curious flame entwined with anger. He was like a beserker. Nothing would stop him getting his kill, not even that infuriating Lieteunant who had managed to slip through his grasp in the previous skirmish. It was an insult to Nazario's entire squadron and to top it all off, he was American! Nazario Battista, one of the most feared men in Italy had failed to kill a simple American. He would be a laughing stock.

Nazario felt no sadness over the death of his men, only irritance. Twenty good men had died that day to this Lieteunant Riley character and Nazario was thirsty for revenge. The American had been foolish, however. He seemed to believe that there were no survivors from the German onslaught. How wrong could he be? Nazario and his men had slinked into the shadows, enveloped in a cloak of darkness, and had been hunting the American for some time now.

The Italian found himself in a dense woodland and cursed as he realised that he had most probably lost his prey. But there, he saw it, a single house in the centre of the forest and waiting cautiously on its roof - the American!

Nazario counted the enemy with a glance and swore under his breath. Three of the enemy were visible, perhaps guarding the house. They didn't look as confident as the American. Nazario guessed that they were but Privates. He reasoned that they wouldn't pose too much of a threat but something worried him. Sitting next to the American, completely in the open was a second figure, a Sergeant by the looks of thing and his defiant stance sent a shiver down Nazario's spine. He looked like a man not to be messed with.

The Italian took cover behind a large tree silently, hoping to keep the element of surprise on his side for as long as possible. He alerted his two companions - Corporal Thomas P. Angelo and Private Marco Renien - to the Allied threat and ordered them to take similar cover.

He would not shoot just yet. The Italians waited. And waited some more. Ready to attack.

[Daniel Brennan]

just like the men below, Daniel was quick to notice the figure walking through the forest towards him. His finger stroked the trigger on his automatic rifle, but he didn't pull it yet. The uniform turned out to be American. Maybe it was somebody from his own division, Daniel couldn't tell from his vantage point. The man walked up to his men and they obviously recognized him, because they lowered their weapons while pointing upwards as if to tell him where Daniel was. He heard the sound of boots going up the stairs and then the ladder to the roof. The man dragged himself up onto the roof and offered his hand to Daniel, who now knew the man as one of his COs in the Division. He shook his hand warmly saying, "Good to see you". He winced at the news that the first reinforcements had been nearly fully destroyed, but he sighed with relief at the second batch of news.

He pointed out over the surrounding area. "We havn't been actually attacked out here yet, but we are expecting it any moment" Daniel informed him. "We should be able to easily defend this place if we are attacked, but I sent a few of the men out to scout for escape routes, just in case we were overrun." He was inturupted, by Private Burns hissing his name from the bottom of the ladder. "Smyth says he's seen movement in the forest to the south, He said with what sounded like terror in his voice. Daniel thought for a moment. Smyth had excellent eye-site Daniel knew from experience. And he probably wouldn't have imagined this, so there was a great chance this was a real threat. "Tell him to keep his rifle pinned on the treeline and shoot if he see's any more movement," Daniel said, completely forgeting about the presence of a higher ranking person beside him. He looked at the Lieutenant with a grimmace on his face, before he squatted down behind the wall with just his BAR pinting over the top towards the south.

[commissartrotsky]

OOC: Sorry, there's a little swearing and sarcasm, but it fits my character perfectly. Also, the words and lines are mixed up. Blue is movement and red is fire.

Golodkowski raised his binoculars carefully, observing the target. The lone house. These Tommys were made of the same stuff as the Bolsheviks back home. Bear shit! What moron decides to guard somewhere right in the open. Oh well, it would make his life a little easier.

He turned his attention to the tree line beyond the dilapidated house. The Italian who he was yet to meet didn’t seemed to have arrived yet. He would be mighty annoyed when his revenge was taken by another man.

An American voice suddenly cut through the air. He was drawling on about an attack, then an Irish voice answered it, from near the house. Tell the whole world your plan. Of course you just said you thought there is going to be an attack, but never mind! Golodkowski smiled at his own comic thought. He turned to his three men.

“Fix your bayonets, and smear the blades in dirt and other forest shit. We don’t want them to shine. And, if we don’t manage to kill one of those pale faced bastards, the mud’ll infect the wound. A painful death is the best kind of death for those Bolsheviks!” Golodkowski enjoyed giving rousing speeches, even if this one was to three men in whispers. He drew his own and fixed it onto the Mauser’s snub nose. He turned to see his men had followed suit, and was greeted by the two large eyes of Egon Schweitzer. Golodkowski though him more of a boy than a man. The boy was eighteen, but looked nearer fifteen. He looked out of place behind Meyer and Kruger. Golodkowski wondered how long he would survive.

“Follow me,” Golodkowski swept his hand forward slightly and slowly began to advance on the house crouch, as he neared, he motioned to drop prone, exchanging cover for speed. Carefully, to attempt to avoid to detection, they worked their way up to the very edge of the forest, with the help of their camouflaged fatigues, and to within metres of the near unsuspecting Tommys. The men instinctively found cover. Golodkowski was glad that Wolfram was a good trainer. This was the last place he wanted to start barking orders. They split up between three trees, the boy sticking with him. Golodkowski looked back at his men, and spoke with the wind, a little tip he’d learnt to avoid the unwanted hearing you.

“Each pick a target. The one on this side of the roof is mine. Three sharp shots on my mark.” The Officer hoped they could push the Allies back to the river, then slaughter them. The Italian could claim the last one at the back, if he hadn’t already...

“Drei, zwei, ein, OPEN FIRE!!!”
Together, they fired. Then the tree line cracked again, and then once more. Twelve shots twisted through the air towards five targets. Who would the Reaper choose today?

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

MODERATION POST

-Golodkowski's men were able to fire simultaneously at the Allied positions therefore using the element of surprise

-Pvt. Smyth, with his wonderful eyesight, was able to grab what little cover he could to avoid the fire but did not have the time to warn any of the others.

-Private Teal was saved only due to the fact that Private Webb took his round for him, not to mention his own. Private Webb has suffered a sucking chest wound and a graze to his left arm, in two posts by Daniel Brennan he will slip into shock if not treated and be dead in two others after that.

-Private burns has cought some debris with his face and will have a hard time seeing in Brennan's next post, only saved by the wall next to him and his height advantage

YOU GUYS MIGHT WANT TO CONSIDER USING DIFFERENT SHAPES ALONG WITH THE COLORS, WITH THE AMOUNT OF NPCS IN THE THREAD THERE ARE DUPLICATES, ONE SIDE BE CIRCLES AND THE OTHER BE SQUARES.

[riley]

Riley watched the Staff Sergeant give orders to his men and then glance at him with a grimace. Riley nodded and muttered, "It's okay Sergeant. Would've gave the same order myself." Staring off into the east, Riley watched a horrible sight unfold. Some crazy Germans were emerging from the forest, opening fire on the men at the sandbags. There were a total of 12 bullets sent into the sandbags and house in a volley from their standard issued K98 Mauser rifles. Private Webb received a fatal wound to the chest, Smyth had been able to get to cover, Teal was saved by Webb, and Burns was somewhere in the floor below them, wooden debris raining upon him.

Without hesitation, Riley fired off a round at the German who is the most un-concealed. Three bullets to be exact. He began barking out orders to the men below. "Burns supress those two behind the tree! Teal and Smyth, supress the one behind the tree furtherest South. I'll try to get the bastard in the middle. Brennan! Try to use your bar to lay down supressing fire all over that forest. AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SOMEONE HELP WEBB! Push them back or send those bastards to hell! Either of the two work!" Riley had to cough into his hand a little to regain his breath. He hopped over to the other side of the roof in order to get cover from the men to the East.

Lining up his shot, he fired two more bullets into the middle tree. Then he jammed in another clip of 5 bullets, and fired in two more. Then two more again. He could hear the volley of bullets the men were unleashing upon the Germans. Bullets were ripping up trees and sending debris flying into the forest. Wild bullets hit trees branches, cracking them off. He fired off another bullet and then jammed in another clip, ready to fire a little more into the forest. When will these bastards just give up and leave!?!

Riley gritted his teeth together as he fired off each shot, the recoil digging into his shoulder and making him shake a little each them he pulled down upon that trigger. That trigger that decided who would live and who would die. Bullets ricocheted off the wood and the ground. Mud was shot up in the air and wood was chipped off trees. Who in the world would stay hidden behind some little trees during that? Surely those trees wouldn't last as cover for long. Oh if Riley had a grenade then a there. He would've cooked it and then just tossed it in that forest, watching the shrapnel cut the men into pieces. He could only pray the men didn't run out of ammo.

OOC:

Just so the mod-marker knows, I'll give the number of bullets each man fired to help with the mod mark.

Riley: 6
Burns: 5
Teal: 3
Smyth: 3
Dan: However many he wants to fire .

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[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

Riley, nice clear orders. Unfortunately I was unaware you were going to be controlling the NPCs as well, therefore repercussions will take effect on both Allied posts, AFTER THIS ONE!! I can't go back on my word, that was my mistake.

The following actions have been made:

- With clear and precise orders the Allies were able to make an effective counter attack.

- Private burns was unable to hit an enemy soldier.

- Lt. Riley was able to hit Kruger, twice, kind of, one round pass cleanly through his outer left thigh, he will be moving slower for the remainder of the battle. The other hit came from a falling branch, it landed on his weapon/wrist. His weapon is jammed for one post where he would make a move/fire.

- Private Smyth has been deafened in his right ear due to the fact that Private Teal fire right next to him and behind.

- Meyer had a round glance off his helmet that sent him to the ground in surprise, nothing more

[nazariobattista]

OOC: Well, seeing as Golodkowski isn't speaking in German, I won't either. Makes things less complicated, I guess.

Nazario raised a bemused eyebrow as the chaos exploded all around him. Without reason, a squad of five or so men had burst from the trees and were sending shot after maniacal shot towards the small Allied gathering. It was ridiciolous. This was Nazario's battle - not there's.

The newcomers wouldn't hold out long, Nazario was sure of that. Their initial attack had been generally fruitless and they seemed to be losing steam. What they were doing, however, was directing all of the Allied attention. Nazario grinned and darted forward silently, signalling for his men to follow.

The reinforcements had obviously not bothered to stay hidden or to have any tactical planning whatsoever which made them an easy target. It was perfect. While the enemly would inevitably butcher the reinforcements to death, Nazario would charge out from behind and send them sprawling into the darkness.

Nazario decided to aim at the large window where at least three of the enemy were stood against. If he succesfully smashed the window, it was certain what would happen. Either it would simply distract them, or it would temporarily blind them. Who knew? If Nazario was really lucky, a rogue shard of glass would sink itself into an enemy's back and kill him on the spot. The Italian grinned and sent three powerful shots from his MP44 towards the window before ducking down to avoid enemy retalliation.

"Move, move, move!" he hissed, as he and his grim-faced men scurried behind another cluster of trees, this time much closer to the Allied threat.

Nazario spotted the enemy Sergeant who was firing powerfully from the roof towards the Axis reinforcements.

"Take him down!" roared Nazario, sending two shots of his own towards the generally undefended Sergeant.

Angelo and Renien followed suit and sent seven shots each towards the main target. If he would not die tonight, then he would have a head-ache to remember.

Nazario - 3 towards the window, 2 towards Brennan
Angelo- 7 towards Brennan
Renien- 7 towards Brennan

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

Nazario, in your post you state that you and your men moved closer. Your map does not show such movement. Due to the fact that only you can legally change the position of your men on the map, no one else can, I am going to have to base your actions on what the map shows, sorry.

The following action have been made:

-Nazario fired at both the large window and Sgt. Brennan, being at such a long range, he was able to hit the corner of the window, but was unable to make it shatter, one of your rounds came dangerously close to Sergeant Brennan, alerting him to your presence.

-Neither of your men were able to hit their mark as well being at the lengthy range.

From now on, you do not have to put multiple lines to show where you or your men are firing. one line to each target will be fine, unless they are right next to each other, then also one line will suffice. I am smart enough to figure it out. This map is already looking kind of rough on the western side of the Allies location, not to mention it makes it easier to edit for the next man.

[nazariobattista]

But it's shown clearly on the map that myself and my men have moved into different positions.

Yes, yes it does. If you look at different maps!!! Still a good bit of distance, please show your movements on the maps in the future. I wasn't basing your misses on the fact that I thought you forgot to move, I was basing it on the range, privates, automatic weapon at long range with recoil, not a good combination.

-JT

[Daniel Brennan]

Dan, I think you put the enemy in the wrong spot on your map, before Naz jumps me for not going with it, because I jumped him about his map, the replacement of the enemy is not up to you, could you change it please?

-JT

Daniel was relieved when the lieutenant seemed to barely notice his disrespect of a higher rank. He seemed to be a good fellow. A hail of bullets was suddenly thrown at the house from the west and Daniel’s immediate reaction was to drop down onto the floor, even though from his high position on the roof, there was a small chance of him being hit. He heard a small scream from below and heard Private Teal bellow up to him saying the Webb was hit. Damn! Daniel thought to himself and he pulled himself to his feet. ”Burns, get down to the middle floor (2nd floor) and start shooting to the enemies in the tree’s to the West!” Daniel ordered somewhat snappishly. The man was quick to obey. Daniel stumbled over to beside the lieutenant who was taking control of the men. Daniel acknowledged the man’s order with a nod and he made his way to the edge just as the barrage of shots from his own side started.

The shots didn’t seem to do anything other then send a few twigs to the ground and send up a few clods of clay. He lifted up the heavy BAR and rested its barrel on the roof wall. He looked at the enemy positions he could see. It looked like there were about 4-6 enemies in the trees close by and then there was possibly another squad to the south. A few bullets skittered against the wall of the building. That was the Germans in the south… ”Smyth! Ignore the others; concentrate on the Germans to the south. Aim carefully.” Daniel didn’t care what the lieutenant thought. They were in battle and it would waste valuable time checking his plan with Riley first. He turned back to the closer enemies.

Hearing the orders from Daniel, Mathew Smyth, quickly turned his attention to the south. Through a gap in the tree’s he could clearly see one person; probably the one with the SMG that had fired on the building. Aiming down the primitive sights on his rifle he lined up with the thickest part of the man’s body; his torso. Then he lightly pulled the trigger. He lined up again. Less carefully this time and fired another round at the German torso. He turned a little to the left where there was another German in the shade of a tree. He got ready, aimed, and fired. Then he fired twice more, finishing the clip.

Meanwhile Daniel, with his weapon rested carefully on the wall decided that his target would the closest two people who conveniently were behind the same small tree. He could easily see parts of the German’s body’s sticking out from behind. He first aimed his weapon on the man to the right and fired ten shots in bursts of three, three and four. He turned to the man on the left and fired as he had before. He dropped down behind the wall while he reloaded, before popping up and quickly firing at the second nearest tree, emptying half a magazine in just a few seconds.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

Sorry about the mix up Dan.

The following actions have been made:

- Private Smyth, firing toward the south has sent a round skimming off a tree, the redirect of the bullet put a nice smoking hole into Corporal Angelo's shirt, that also burned his right arm, no true damage was inflicted. The shot fired at LT. Batista fell short.

- Sgt. Brennan firing at multiple close enemies to the west has hit his mark more accuratly than his private. Golodkowski has taken a round into his off hand fore arm, it was a grazing shot out of the barrage but will make it difficult to aim, the scare made him duck for cover avoiding any further damage. Schweitzer has a lot of tree bark on his shirt, but nothing more.

- Private Webb has now slipped into shock, he will die in two turns if not treated properly.

[commissartrotsky]

OOC: You're going to have to work with me a little here, but I've had a play around. If there's anything more you want me to change, just say.

Golodkowski swore as the shot cut through his flesh. A searing pain of fire grazed his arm. He dropped his weapon slightly, and unbuttoned his bloody cuff. The arm looked a little mangled, and Golodkowski could barely look at it, but he could still move his hand and fingers, only with moderate discomfort.

He looked up his line of men. They were all taking fire, though the Italian seemed to have turned up, finally. The Sergeant Major realised he had three options. Fall back, and try another assault. Hold firm, and most likely get shot to pieces. Or charge forward and spill blood, with cold metal blades. Golodkowski looked down at his arms and made his decision. Nobody hurt him without wreaking the consequences.
All the men still had their bayonets drawn, as previously instructed. He took hold of his weapon and rapidly planned. Kruger was injured and he had problems with his weapon, but as long as it could dice, he was fine. Himself and Schweitzer would lead the charge. Meyer would guard Kruger, following up behind.

Golodkowski enjoyed duelling, and had fought with blades before. So had Meyer and Kruger, though Schweitzer was yet to do so. He would learn quickly enough though. “New clips in your rifles,” he called, doing so himself. “We’re going on the offensive. Ready your knives. Meyer, stick with Kruger. Come forward at a slower pace, but use that time to fire. Schweitzer is sticking with me.” Golodkowski took in a deep breath, knowing that he was either going to kill, or get killed. “CHARGE!”

The four men threw themselves forward, toward the small house. Golodkowski fired, then again, then again. Schweitzer fired three times as well, and the Sergeant Major just registered one man behind unloading their rifles. He doubt they hit anything, but it would scar the tommys, seeing for men charging towrads them with a bloodthirst.

Golodkowski saw a Corporal, and hurled himself forward. He stabbed, outwards at the man with his long weapon. But seeing that Schweitzer needed him, Golodkowski withdrew.

Schweitzer had gone for the man behind, but was having a hard time. Golodkowski saw his chance and stabbed out for a second time, aiming for the rib cage.

The two men lagging behind caught up, reloaded, and hugged the wall, but aimed up wards, defying anyman the chance to fire down. One more man was lying on the ground, who, up until now, Golodkowski though was dead. The Sergeant Major walked up to him and smiled, levelling his weapon above the man’s left eye. “Night, night.” Golodkowski smiled. He thrusted downwards, and pulled his trigger.

“Aim up at the roof. Nobody is to escape. Make your weapons ready.” He turned, and gazed upwards. He had to think English. “Western soldier, you are completely surrounded. You have no chance of escape, and should you try, these men will be mutilated. The only way out for you now is surrender. We promise you good treatment, if you wish you wish to work with us. If you refuse, we have armoured units moving up including one Tiger tank and you will be crushed. This is your only chance. What is your answer?”

Shots
Golodkowski: 4
Schweitzer: 3
Kruger: 0 (weapon jam)
Meyer: 5

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

Thank you for changing your post Golodkowski

The following actions have been made:

-Charging and firing Golodkowski and Schwietzer made it across the open area just fine. Due to the distance though, the two privates that were outside and not in shock were able to move into the building for cover. Private Webb had to be left behind and was killed in the charge.

-Meyer and Kruger's charge was not so successful. Kruger, moving slowly and unable to fire has landed him toes up in the dirt. Meyer, seeing Kruger die, sped up and got out with a mere flesh wound to the far right side of his ribs, one of them being broken, but nothing too major.

-The German fire toward the roof has kept away any other retaliation at this point, but the Allies are on the top and bottom floors, seeing this the close Germans are now behind the exterior sandbags, it being the only close cover readily available.