Forest outpost (McMillan to Mark)

[riley]

Riley ly prone against the roof of the two-story building, his Lee Enfield digging into his shoulder. His arm was a bit sore from firing so many rounds at the enemy, but the Germans were indeed still startled, so many suppressing bullets raining down upon them. To the South-East, a smaller group of Germans tried to foolishly shoot at Daniel Brennan, the Sergeant accompanying him, but they missed by a long shot, seeing as they were a great distance away. Dan alerted everyone of the German presence to the South, and ordered Corporal Smyth to take aim on them. Riley nodded, Brennan had probably also realized that they wouldn't have time for Riley to approve every order he gave, and Riley could see the Sergeant was a good leader, so Riley didn't need to make sure he was giving the right orders.

The Germans started calling out to each other, and in seconds they rushed out from their cover of trees. "HOLY SHIT! What are they doing? Get inside! Get inside! They're leading a bayonet charge! Burns pick some off!" Riley called out to the men below. Smyth and Teal had been able to get inside, but Webb hadn't been so lucky. Burns and Riley were laying down fire on the advancing Germans, but two were too fast to hit. Riley noticed two others charging, but they weren't as fast. He could see one was a man he had wounded early, right in the hip. The man was having difficulty running, and Riley shook his head. What foolish leader had ordered this man to charge? Giving covering fire would've been a better idea. Riley grunted a little as he lined up his sites on the man's chest, and fired, watching his body drop to the ground lifelessly. The three other Germans had made it to the building.

Private Webb had fallen into shock when the bayonet charge began. He tried his best to crawl into the building, but some angry Germans brutally murdered him with their bayonets. Riley grimaced as he heard the wounded man scream and holler in pain. He was already wounded! Why couldn't you spare him you bastards! But just as Riley thought about it...seconds ago he had killed a wounded man as well. But that was the German leaders fault. You shouldn't order a wounded man to charge crazily across the battlefield. May God bless that dead German's soul.

The three surviving Germans of the bayonet charge had taken cover behind the sandbags. One of them, probably the one in charge was calling out to them. Riley wasn't excellent at speaking German, but over the years he had learned some of it. He asked for surrender or they would mutilate Webb's corpse? The German bastards... Riley could overhear something about a Tiger Tank. The Americans would stay and hold their ground. They probably had their own tanks rolling this way already.

"Burns lay down some fire on those sandbags from the 2nd Floor! Well aimed shots. Aim carefully and don't fire too many. I want to kill those bastardly Germans, not scare them. Teal and Webb, don't forgot we got some German friends coming in from the South-East. Keep your fire on them! Same thing, well aimed shots! One of you move to the 2nd Floor if you need a better view, but keep one down there in case the Germans charge the house. We already saw how crazy they are. Oh and...lock the damn door! Riley barked out. He shifted onto the side of the roof that was facing away from the Germans. He would have to wait for Burns to fire at the Germans.

Private Teal slammed the wooden door shut, and locked it. Corporal Smyth announced he would be the one to go upstairs for a better shot. When he arrived he saw Burns approaching a window that was overlooking the sandbags, while Smyth decided to look out a window on the left side of the house that was looking out towards the South-East. The glass in Burns's window had already been shattered, but Smyth had to break the glass in his window with the butt of his rifle. Smyth leaned out and found one that he had a good shot at. He took aim at his upper torso, the thickest part of the body and steadied his breathing. Pulling down on the trigger he let a shot rang out. He then repeated the process and fired at the upper torso again. He spotted another German, who was further back. He aimed up a shot on the upper torso, and fired an accurate shot. Teal was downstairs, almost directly below Smyth, looking out a window that had the same view as Smyth. He slowly aimed on the closer German, and fired one single shot at the German's chest. Then he also noticed the German further back, and repeated the process, firing a shot at his chest as well. Repositioning himself in another window, he spotted a German with an MP44. He took aim at the chest area, and steadied himself, before pulling the trigger and taking cover, hoping not to get hit by the Germans behind the sandbags.

Burns had positioned himself in a window, and took aim on a German at the middle of the sandbags head. It seemed to be an accurate shot, so Burns lined up his iron sights on the Germans head and began to breathe a little slower. Slowly, he pulled down on the trigger and sent a bullet hurdling towards the Germans head. Stepping to the left, he positioned himself in a new window, and took aim at a new German. He had a view of his mans upper chest and shoulders, and decided to hit him there. His iron sights lined up, his breathing got slower, and finally he sent another bullet headed towards another German. Oh boy was he pissed. His friend Webb had been brutally murdered, and he was trying to avenge the young Private, by sending these Germans to hell. He stepped to his right, back into his old window, and yet again took aim at a Germans neck/shoulder. He aimed his iron sights a bit lower, hoping the bullet would swerve a little upwards and hit its mark.

With anger in his eyes, Riley began to take aim at the Germans below at the sand bags. He had crawled a bit over to the other side of the roof when he heard Burns fire three shots towards the Germans, which would hopefully kill or force them to hide behind the sandbags and not fire at the roof. Riley grinned as he began to look at the Germans from his spot on the roof. He only wished he had an SMG so he could just cut the Germans down in seconds. But he didn't starting from the right, Riley took aim at the first German, and sent an accurate shot at him. He repeated this with the other two Germans, so in all 6 shots had been fired at them from himself and Burns. Riley rolled back over to the other side of the roof for cover, in case a German fired up at him. "TAKE THAT YOU GERMAN BASTARDS!" He yelled furiously.

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Shots fired:

Burns: 1 at Golodkowski, 1 at Schwietzer, 1 at Meyer
Riley: 1 at Golodkowski, 1 at Schwietzer, 1 at Meyer
Smyth: 2 at Angelo, 1 at Renien
Teal: 1 at Battista, 1 at Angelo, 1 at Renien

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

- Private Burns and Lt. Riley, firing at the closer Germans had some success. Golodkowski has caught a round in the back of his heel, he will be moving slower the remainder of this battle, and Schweitzer had a round skim his back, leaving a long but not deep cut across his right shoulder blade. It will be difficult for Schwietzer to use his right arm proficiently.

- Smyth and Teal firing at the Germans further away were not as lucky. Lt. Battista and his men remain somewhat out of range for now.

I STRONGLY SUGGEST A RETREAT FROM GOLODKOWSKI AND HIS REMAINING MEN. ANY FURTHER COMBAT AT CLOSE RANGE WITH A HEIGHT DISADVANTAGE COULD RESULT IN MULTIPLE DEATHS ON THE GERMAN SIDE OF THIS BATTLE. INCLUDING YOUR OWN GOLODKOWSKI!!!

[nazariobattista]

Nazario swore as he saw his companions' men mercilessly mowed down by the ruthless Allied enemy. This man was a fool, Nazario saw this now. His suicidal charge would earn him no victory, that much was certain. No. It was down to Nazario.

Renien and Angelo were pale and terrified, their attempts at disgusing their fear pathetic.

"We're going to get out of this alive," said the Italian soothingly in a bid to calm his companions down. "Trust me,"

Angelo nodded slowly and swallowed heavily before sending another shot from behind his cover. Renien seemed less ready to return to battle, but nodded nonetheless.

"We need to move closer," commanded Nazario. "We won't be getting any hits in at this rate..."

The three soldiers darted forward and dived behind seperate trees, dangerously close to the enemy this time. Nazario patted his machine gun fondly. There was no way his weapon would fail him.

"The American!" hissed Nazario, spotting the enemy Lieteunant up above. "Quick! Take him down!"

The Italians sent a barrage of bullets towards the foe, sending a great number in the general direction of Riley. Nazario reasoned that with their commander dead, the Allies would have no option but to flee.

Nazario- 3 at Riley, 4 at Burns
Angelo- 2 at Teal, 2 at Smyth
Renien- 4 at Smyth, 1 at Riley



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[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

The following actions have been made:

- Lt. Battista firing at both Burns and Riley, you have successfully hit Burns, it is a small wound across the top of his left shoulder that came through the wall, it is minor. Due to Lt. Riley being further back on the roof, you were unable to hit him due to the odd angle.

- Cpl. Angelo has had a little better luck, firing at Teal and Smyth, Teal has lost an ear, but not his ability to hear, that is only temporarily impaired for this battle. Smyth had a round graze the top of his left hand, it will be difficult for Smyth to aim as well as he used to for the remainder of this battle.

- Pvt. Renien was unable to add on any further damage at his range.

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC: If I’m RPing with Teal in future threads, then do I have to say he has one ear? If, so…. Awwwwesome.

The barrage of bullets that Daniel expected didn’t come. Instead a few smaller shots cascaded against the wall of the building. Daniel cautiously peeked up over the wall and his mouth fell open in shock. They were charging the building! They were actually charging! Maybe these Germans were actually Japanese? The first two were moving too quickly to shoot, but there was a second group of men coming. One appeared to have a leg injury and was hobbling along across the open terrain. Lieutenant Riley beside him calmly shot him the chest. ”What sort of commander does that to his men?” Daniel asked, mostly to himself, in amazement. It was like he was punishing the man for something.

With a shock he remembered his men in the sandbags below and he moved over to the other wall to look down. Cleverly, Smyth and Teal had moved inside, but there had been no time for heroics. The fatally injured Private Webb lay on the ground Daniel nearly turned away when the lead Germans jumped the sandbags. The leader walked over and calmly stuck his bayonet right into the Private. Daniel’s stomach gave a heave and his breathing went noticeably louder. What sort of a man did this? Brutally murdering a defenceless injured man who was bleeding out on the ground. Daniel stayed at the wall and watched the men jump over and take cover behind the sandbags. His face flushed red with anger, his fingers travelled along the outside of his jacket until they reached a grenade hanging from a string. He pulled it off and looked at it, thinking how would be the best way to use it. He pulled the pin with a little click, but he didn’t throw it for a couple of seconds. He didn’t want the grenade to bounce away at the very second before it exploded. He reached out his hand and half threw; half dropped the grenade, aiming to get it over the sandbags and into the middle of the clump of men taking cover.

Down on the second floor Smyth and Teal were training their weapons casually on the trees when they were assaulted by a hail of bullets. Teal gave a little scream at the burning sensation in his ear. He lifted his hand up and was even more shocked to feel that his ear had actually been shot clean (Or maybe not so clean, judging by the amount of blood) off. Across from him Corporal Smyth, who was also injured made a remark. ”You should take that back to base and get it sewed back on by a medic, you know.” Teal wondered in exasperation how someone could usually be so surly, yet still be good-humoured in battle. Smyth told him to get up and start firing and he did, trying to ignore the stinging in his e- … where his ear used to be. He blocked out the pain from his mind and aimed on the closest target that appeared to have an SMG. He fired one shot only before he sat back down on the floor trying to stop the bleeding. Although Smyth’s injury wasn’t as serious, it was very hard for him to aim. He balanced the barrel on the window-ledge and use his injured hand to try and steady the rifle while he pulled the trigger with his other hand. He aimed at the second nearest target.

On the bottom floor, Private Burns slowly fired a whole clip of bullets at the sandbags. If anyone survived the grenade then he wanted them to keep their heads down. Back on the roof, Daniel turned his attention to the eastern enemies who it appeared had just inflicted injury on the men below. He lifted up his BAR and keeping and fired 3 single, aimed shots at one of the Germans (Italians). He then fired a 5 more shots in quick succession. Turning to another figure he aimed carefully and fired once and then fired 8 more quick shots. He turned towards the figure farthest away and shot three more, well aimed shots. He ducked down beneath the window.




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NOTE: I am not aiming at that particular place on the map. I am high up and I would be able to see exactly where Golodkowski and his men are. I sent the grenade right into the center of them (Wherever they are) so it could do maximun damage.

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[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

Golodkowski, if you are going to retreat, you ARE ALLOWED to post out of turn, but only if ALL you are doing is retreating, you make not make an offensive movement as well.

The following actions have been made:

- Brennan - tossing his grenade after cooking it has had success, it was not able to clear the sandbags but instead bounced off the top and side of one, putting it on course to land on the enemy side of the sandbags. The effect was still devastating. Schweitzer, only able to see the grenade out of the corner of his eye, noticing it as it bounced he had enough time to widen his eyes in fear before he became nothing but pink dust and memories. Meyer has also been covered in burning shrapnel, losing all use of the right side of his body, but not dead yet.

- Given the injuries of the other allied members that fired, they were unable to inflict any further damage through all the smoke dust and debris.

Golodkowski, this is my final warning!!! If you make another move in this thread that is not a retreat there are great chances you will be killed, you cannot move or aim well due to your injuries and what is left of your men will bring next to no aid in any attack you make.

[Daniel Brennan]

Why do I get the feeling that Golodkowski is waiting for me to go before he posts.

I Daniel Brennan hereby grant Lieutenant Shawn Riley to use my character as he would an NPC unit in this thread ONLY. He may use any weapons, units and items that I have in this thread and basically I will be an NPC unit except with the strength of a reeal character.

I hope this is all right? I think it says in the rules that you arn't allowed to control other people's characters EXCEPT if they give you permission. Well, here it is; permission.

Don't try and be smart Dan.
This is a BATTLE Thread, it's highly unfair if one person gets the chance to control everyone else's characters, even with permission.

I'd still classify it as God-Modding, mainly as this is a battle thread and everyone will be giving each other permission to control one another's characters in the future if this is allowed in this thread.

~Danny

[commissartrotsky]

OOC: I didn't include a map. It's rather obvious where I'm going and I don't want to pixilate it anymore. I've enjoyed Golodkowski, please give him a dignified death JT.

Golodkowski saw the black sphere come flying down from the roof, and instinctively tucked his head low. Luckily the Lord made it fly towards the boy, and claim his life instead. He gave a slight grin at his luck, and realised he’d lost half his men. Three was the magic number he supposed. He looked around himself and reviewed the situation. He could either head forward or backwards. Forwards would almost certainly lead him to his death, but pulling back would make him an easy target to become sniped. Staying where he was, was suicide. He had one man injured with him, noting else. The Italian wasn’t going to reach him soon, so once again he decided to push on. Luck had been on his side so far. It just had to hold a few more feet, but it could give way in an inch. But there was only one way to find out.

He turned and looked at his last shattered soldier. Golodkowski drew breath and called out. “Cover me. I’m taking that house.” It seemed so simple. His life had been short, but well lived, and if this was going to be his death, he wanted it quick, other wise he would take it himself. He had stolen some Morphine from the camp’s stores. Three pills would kill him. But he wouldn’t take them yet; a true warrior’s only painkiller is alcohol. At least he wouldn’t die in pain.

He vaulted the sandbags, and charged forward, waiting for death’s silver hand to reach out and steal him away. If he ever made it, he would butcher the two inhabitants of the house. He listened as Meyer emptied his clip, and closed his eyes slightly. “Take me.” He whispered.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

I'm starting to think you wanted to be killed Golodkowski.

The following actions have been made:

- Meyer, emptying his clip into the house to cover Golodkowski's move, the allies inside flinched a little bit as the rounds mostly just impacted on the exterior of the house, one making it through a window but causing no damage.

- Golodkowski, your vaulting maneuver didn't work so well as you had previously taken a round in your foot, stumbling over the sandbags slowed your movement to the house but the cover from your last remaining soldier kept you from harm so far. With the amount of damage the front door has taken your were able to slam through it with some effort. Both you and the door slammed into the ground, you were unable to keep your balance due to your injuries and not able to get up very quickly either. You are now prey to whatever the Allies wish to do to you.

- Meyer will die in three Axis posts from now if not treated or taken off the battlefield.

[riley]

Lieutenant Shawn Riley steadied his breathing a bit as he lay on the rear side of the roof where he remained concealed from the German aggressors. He gripped his Lee-Enfield as his chest as if it were his own baby as he listened to the bullets ricocheting off the roof. He checked his rifle to insure it was ready to aim before he was going to send another volley of bullets towards the Germans cowering behind the sandbags. Suddenly he heard a large explosion in front of the outpost. Startled, the Lieutenant peeked over the edge of the roof, his sights aimed on the sandbags. He watched dirt and shrapnel blast up into the air and whispered a thanks to the Sergeant a floor below, even though no one could hear it. He prayed the grenade inflicted many wounds on the enemy.

As he prepared himself to fire at the now injured Germans he noticed one was dead, then he moved his sites to the other two about to squeeze off another shot. But then one of the Germans fired first, and Riley slid back for cover. The foolish German commander jumped over the sandbags and tripped a little. He then charged the door and broke it open...but fell to the floor along with the door he had knocked off its hinges. Riley shook his head at the man who seemed to want to die in honor. Retreating isn't always so bad. Sometimes its even a bit better then dying foolishly. "Teal! Beat that German bastard into unconsciousness or something. He's a prisoner of war now, but we can't let him pull any tricks! Get his weapons away from him! Now!"

The young private tore away the Germans rifle as he lay on the floor with the door and began to beat the mans back and neck with the butt of his rifle. He then made an attempt to drag the man into a corner and told him not to do anything stupid. Burns gladly accepted the rifle up at the second floor, so the German didn't have a chance to grab it.

Riley sighed and pulled himself over the edge of the roof in order to take aim on the last German. He send one bullet headed his way as did Private Burns below him. This German wasn't as big as a threat as the Germans pushing up out of the forest to the South-East. Riley hoped to scare the man off or kill him. He had already been wounded by the shrapnel of a Grenade. As soon as two bullets had been sent his way from upper-story positions, Riley hollered out, "Focus on the Germans pushing up from the South-East for now. Only fire at that scum behind the sandbag if he tries something stupid. Hell even if he retreats. Remember, well aimed accurate shots. Not multiple, crazy shots. I want these Germans dead! Dead ya hear me?"

Riley repositioned himself and took aim on the closest German who was to the East. Hoping his height element would help him shoot the man down, Riley aimed up his sights on the man and steadied his breathing. One shot through the chest. He squeezed off the shot. As fast as he could he was re-aligning his shot and firing another shot to the lower torso. Once more he repeated himself, taking aim and squeezing off his third shot at the man's upper torso, before crawling towards the West side of the roof for cover.

Below, Corporal Smyth was listening to the Lieutenant call out orders. He nodded and glanced over to the East finding a German rather close to the outpost. With his left hand wounded a bit, he tried his best to take aim. He took his sweet time to get his sights on the man's chest and listened to Riley fire 2 shots at the man. Then he finally pulled the trigger. He tried to line up a similar shot and heard Riley fire one last round. 10 seconds or so afterwards, Smyth lined up his second shot and fired before stepping away from the window and taking cover.

Burns glanced down towards the South past the sandbags,trying to make sure the man behind the sandbags didn't make a foolish attack as his leader did. He found what seemed to be a high-ranked man with a MP44 and decided it was his target. His breathing steadied, his sights lined up, and he pulled back on the trigger sending bullet numero one towards the officer's chest. Then he readied his rifle once more and aimed down more at the officer's legs and his last bullet was released from the rifle and Burns slipped into cover.

Teal, even with one of his ears blasted off could make out with the Lieutenant was saying. He spotted an officer Burns was firing upon and decided he would only fire off one accurate shot. He steadied the rifle on the window ledge and his shoulder and made sure no one behind the sandbags was making an attempt to shoot at him. Hopefully Burns and Riley had already scared him into cowering behind the sandbag. His breathing became so much slower that he thought it stopped. The iron sights were aligned with the officers upper chest/ shoulder area. He prayed God helped him eliminate his enemies and he pulled the trigger.

OOC: Didn't know where to place Meyer. Just put him on randomly.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

Thanks for editing your post Riley.

The following action have been made:

- Riley, firing at the German behind the sandbags, you landed a round into the top of his shoulder that exited his upper back. Meyer is now unconscious and will die in the next Axis post (sped up due to his new injury) if not taken off the battlefield. Your shot at Angelo hit the tree.

- Smyth, firing at Angelo has hit him in the lower left arm, it will be difficult for him to aim.

- Burns, firing at Lt. Battista, placed a round in the outer part of the man's hip, Lt. Battista will be moving slower.

- Teal was unable to hit the Lt. due to the fact that he had been hit and ducked back behind the tree next to him. He was successful in taking the rifle from Golodkowski after beating him within an inch of his life. Golodkowski you are now a POW, not to mention the only thing you are able to do that wouldn't be extremely painful, is think, and spit.

- Lt. Battista you know have control over Meyer, keep in mind if you do not help him off the battlefield in your next post, he WILL die.

[nazariobattista]

OOC: OK, well, despite the fact that Erik is gonna be the biggest pain in the world after this post, I've decided the only reasonable thing I can do is retreat due to the Allies' outnumbering of me, better defensive position and the fact that they aren't burdened with a suicidal nitwit with a fondness for vodka. So, congratulations; you win!

It was like a nightmare unfolding before Nazario's eyes and there was nothing he could do about it. The reinforcements had been completely obliterated. And it was all Golodkowski's fault. He had recieved his come-uppance it seemed. He was a prisoner of war. A prisoner of war...it was worse than death.

Nazario felt no remorse for his fallen companion, only pure anger. It had been so simple, so mechanical. The skirmish had looked set to be a witewash, an in and out operation. But no, Golodkowski had ruined that, hadn't he? Like he had ruined everything.

Suddenly, Nazario felt a sudden pain in his hip, an indescribable agony. He stumbled down, only regaining his balance at the last moment as he realised that he had been shot. The fact that the Allies had turned on Nazario and his men brought him back into the present. He had to get out of this alive.

There was only one member of Golodkowski's company still alive; the young private Meyer, writhing in pain. In comparison to his agony, Nazario's wound was merely an annoyance and the Italian rose to his feet determindely. But his ferocity dwindled. There was nothing he could do about Meyer. He was too far away and besides...he was beyond help.

Nazario hated himself. The young boy's life was in his hands and he had let him down. He was as much to blame for Meyer's death as the American scum who shot him.

The Italian turned back to his own men and knew that he couldn't afford to lose them. Retreat was the only option and Nazario knew he would have to take it. He would never hear the end of this from Schneider.

Nazario breathed in and out, until all he could see was a red mist and the distant face of a young American private, one of those who had sealed Meyer's fate. The Italian rested his finger on the trigger and felt himself be engulfed by the flames. He pulled the trigger with an unbridled hatred and sent six unmerciless bullets screaming through the harsh night air, each and every one guided with a supreme venegance towards the enemy (Teal).

As the fire faded in his eyes, he turned back towards his men and roared for the signal to retreat. Taking one last look at the victorious foe and the mangled corpse of Meyer twitching in the distance, Nazario vowed that one day Shawn H. Riley would pay.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

Well this is definitely one for the record books!

The following actions have been made:

- Battista, firing six rounds at Teal, who is inside, three of your rounds did penetrate the wall, none of them being fatal and injuries no longer matter.

- Golodkowski, congratulations on becoming the first member POW, might be the only POW by my knowledge. I noticed you went and sold all of your stuff, you can't legally do that, the Allies are now in possession of what gear you had, a rifle and some morphine to the best of my knowledge.

- Meyer has died on the field of battle.

The following CP has been issued:

- Riley - 30CP (Victory), you and Brennan did a fine job leading your men to a successful defense of your position.

- Battista - 20CP (Defeat), for the most part you and your men seemed to sit on the sidelines and watch this all unfold.

- Golodkowski - You are a POW

- Brennan - 30CP (Victory), as stated above, you were also crucial in the leading of the Allies to a win.