collision with the enemy [ open to annyone]

[coolhand]

As Jackson set across the harsh terrain of Africa, separated from his unit once again, he noticed a river in the distance. A place to fill my canteen. A life source, finally a break. As long as the natives don't spot me. Thats what got me in this predicament in the first place. Jackson's unit was ambushed by a local tribe that apparently had better organizational skills than his 2nd Lieutenant. Many of his companions were lost and he had no idea what had happened to his other comrades. Not too far now. The river was just ahead and Jackson approached cautiously knowing that where there was water there was life and not just the soft and furry kind. There's bound to be a tribe around these parts I better stay alert. Thank God there are some trees for cover... not to mention shade.

Jackson approached the river as quietly and quickly as possible... his thirst was unbearable at this point. Jackson moved slowly towards a large tree on the bank of the river, knelt down and drank. The water was cool and a little dirty but it was more refreshing than the water he tasted at the barracks. The refreshment was better only because of his thirst. This looks like a good place to camp for the night. I had better get started before dusk comes.

Jackson gathered his poncho from his pack and started to construct a tent with four suitable branches he had found. Jackson slammed the branches into the earth over and over but they would not hold. You moron. Why don't you just use your shovel and dig some holes? The heat must be getting to me. Seems I'm always where it's hot. Maybe I'll get to go to Northern France sometime. Jackson thought as he got out his shovel and dug four post holes for his supports. He flung his poncho over the branches and set his supplies down. Jackson rested for a moment never being more than an arms length away from his rifle. In the distance Jackson heard a splash in the river. Well at least I know the fish can live in the water... and at least I know there will be food available. A few more minutes passed and another splash was heard; it was closer and definitely wasn't a fish.

Jackson sat up slowly, glad that his camp (if you could call it a camp) was well hidden. Possibly a net or a spear jutting into the water. Somebody's fishing, hopefully they're good guys. Knowing my luck they wouldn't mind fishing for me to eat.

[Daniel Brennan]

Three African natives stand in the shallows of the stream on the far side. Two are holding long spears, but one of them does have an old fashioned single-shot rifle. If there was any doubt that they were hostile, it went when the one with the rifle (Who appeared to be the leader) Fired a single shot which missed. They stand there in the middle of the stream, looking at Private Jackson

*RULES*
The enemies will only be controled by me or another staff member. You will RP like you are against a real oponent and wait for a mod-mark by me or any other of the staff members. Following each mod-mark a staff member will control the NPCs for their turn.

Next post: Private Jackson.

[coolhand]

A few minutes passed and three men entered Jackson's view; two were holding spears and the third was holding some sort of rifle. They were in the middle of the stream and Jackson peered at them intently. He couldn't make out the type of rifle that the third was holding; they were too far away. Well it's either a primitive rifle an allied rifle that they stole or a German rifle... that really narrows it down. Hopefully he doesn't have any bullets to go with that gun... maybe they're a friendly tribe. Jackson shifted his weight and clutched his rifle to his chest. Jackson was too cautious to assume that anybody around these parts was friendly.

Jackson must have made too much noise or made too much movement because the next thing he saw was a large African man pointing a gun in his direction. Jackson heard a gunshot ring out and a bullet whiz past his head. Definitely has bullets and definitely not friendly. Jackson circled around the tree, slammed his body down into the prone position, took aim at the gunman's center mass and pulled the trigger... 'click' was the sound Jackson heard. Jackson remembered a conversation between himself and 1SG McMillan Always keep your weapon charged. Won't make that mistake twice. Jackson charged his weapon and took aim again at the gunman's center mass. He squeezed the trigger and a shot rang out, Jackson then pulled the bolt back and slammed it forward again ready to fire at his next target whoever that may be.

[Nathan Whyte]

Nathan felt his whole body shuddering as his Spitfires powerful V12 engine carried him over the African Savana. He looked intently out the window for any sign of the patrol that had dissapeared. He was spear-heading the search and rescue mission, an ground squad was on standby for if anything was found. He tried the radio, revolving the frequencies.
"This is Corporal Knight of the 3ID. Is there anyone out there, I repeat, anybody out there?"

Looking out the window, Nathan spotted a small column of smoke, he entered a smooth decent and flew low. As he got their, he saw a local village near a bend in a river. The people living their, all ran outside and started waving enthusiastically at him. Nathan waved back and smiled until one of them raised a rifle. Nathan frantically pulled back on the stick and put his plane into a roll as he shouted back into the internet.
"Contact, local village opening fire onto me. We may know were the patrol went."
A calm voice came back. "Roger that, please give me your coordinates."
Nathan looked over to the map and made a few quick calculations. "Approximately 649450. Please send support."

[Daniel Brennan]

Please note that I will not be attacking you straight off with the Africans. I am Mod-marking and controling them, so that wouldn't work. Instead I'll be sort of testing your reactions to see what you will do. It's a whole different type of RP.

Jackson fired a shot from his rifle which impacted with the shoulder of the man with the gun, rendering that arm useless. A second man quickly snatched the gun from his hands and raised the gun up, taking aim. The third man rushed forward with his spear held high; ready to impale Private Jackson. What do you do, Jackson?

Corporal Knight... Didn't really do much.

[coolhand]

Jackson saw a spout of blood come out of his desired target and was satisfied that the assailant wouldn't be able to shoot a gun at him anytime soon. Jackson saw a man rushing towards him with a spear held high as the other reached for the gun. Jackson moved his sights to the spearman's sternum. Aim small... miss small. Jackson held his breath and fired again. Thank God he was running in the water and not on land or he would have been on me fast not to mention he would've been a faster target too. Jackson sprang to his feet never taking his eyes off of his foes, leaned against his sanctuary that was a large tree, and peered out from behind it leaving only his head exposed to see what had happened.

[Nathan Whyte]

"I'm eyeballing a potential target," Nathan said into the radio.
"Go ahead," Air Traffic Control responded.
"I've swept by that village, and I'm sure I saw an abandoned Willy's truck."
"We're going to scramble another fighter to your position and send a ground unit. Any signs of survivors yet?"
"Nope, only locals."
"Carry on."

Nathan fired a quick test burst from his cannons before coming in low near the truck. The locals all scattered and Nathan was relieved he would not have to kill any of them and Nathan saw the sight he had been looking for all day. A set of footprints quite clear in the dust. Nathan whooped loudly over the radio. "I have footprints, about three clicks due south of the village. I'll follow them." The Controller acknowledged as Nathan rose slightly to clear the trees lining the river.

Sweeping the river, Nathan saw a couple of African spear fishing, and a third floating down stream. He assumed he was swimming until Nathan saw a tracer being fired into one of them. He came down over the firing and hoped it was his quarry.

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC: Not the move I was hoping for, Jackson.

Lucas aimed carefuly and fired and the shot did indeed pierce the man's chest. The bullet is currently lodged behind the ribs and the man will be dead by next turn. The large amount of blood from the wound has coloured parts of the river light pink, which could possibly make it easier to see from the air.
Although he took care of the figure with the spaer, the man who had picked up the weapon and was aiming right at him was ignored. The wild man fired a shot which scratched across Private Jacksons upper arm, leaving a painful, but not serious scratch. Luckily for Jackson, Nathan's plane swooped overhead before the tribesman could do any damage and has scared him to the otherr side of the stream, where he crouches down. . The first man injured has managed to get up and take the dropped spear that the second man dropped when he was shot down with a bullet in his chest. He has moved to beside the gun-weilding native. What do you do, Jackson and Knight?

[Nathan Whyte]

Nathan recognised the helmet that American soldiers were issued, and decided that even if it wasn't Jackson, it certainly wouldn't harm to help him. He watched as the African man ran across the river, the plane a new and terrifying technology to him and cower with the other, Nathan hoped that his presence would be enough to scare them away, and came in low over the river and fired a quick salvo towards them once he was sure that the American was behind him. He pulled up sharply at the last second in some more scare tactics and banked sharply in the air. He saw a dark silhouette that seemed about the size of an army truck, and he hoped it was support that he had called in for as he prepared for a second run on the Africans.

[coolhand]

Jackson crouched behind the tree and with his freshly acquired battle wound he re-loaded his rifle. Painful as the wound was Jackson still had his wits about him; he used the tree to steady his rifle and took aim at the native with the spear as he moved towards the now crouching gunman. Jackson led the wounded man with his rifle as the man moved towards his companion. Steadied by the tree for a more accurate shot, Jackson fired his rifle at the wounded man's center mass once more. Let's see if I can't hit that bastard's heart this time. Jackson, gritting his teeth through the pain, re-loaded his weapon once more and took aim at the crouching gunman. Breathing slowly and still steadied by the tree Jackson fired again this time at the crouching gunman's balled up figure. I hope I miss your chest and hit your head.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

The following actions have been made:

- Nathan, flying in low to intimidate the enemy was successful and they have cowered on the other side of the stream. Your salvo just increased the intensity of your actions, cutting off branches and creating large hole in the sand.

- Jackson, firing at both individuals still standing, the man you led for the shot was hit in the lower abdomen and stumbled into the sand. The crouching man was already cowering from the fly by and you were unable to get a good shot on him, he is however taking aim once more.

- All of the noise has alerted the local tribe and now have a band of warriors headed your direction Jackson, FROM BEHIND. They will arrive in two mod marks. They are equipped mainly with spears and daggers, one of them has come across an M1 Grande in the past, but only has two clips for it. The number of the party is currently unknown to you. If Nathan happens to see them advancing, PM me, I will give Nathan the details, he would have no way of letting Jackson know though.

[Nathan Whyte]

Rolling his plane, Nathan planned to come back over Jackson and hopefully take down the Africans. This plan came to a rapid end as he saw an advancing group of Africans coming from the village. He spoke into the radio to double check.
"Um, that rescue party I asked you to send to the village, have they arrived yet?"
"I don't believe so. Why?" Nathan heard from the annoyingly calm radio operator.
"Oh, nothing major. Just there's a group of Africans moving towards us with probable offensive actions in mind. If you wouldn't mind telling the support to hurry up, it would be appreciated."

Nathan rolled his plane in Jackson's eyesight and let out a long burst of fire. 'Turn around you idiot!' he screamed in his head. He came in low over the soldiers, glad of his Spitfire's powerful engine and carefully took in what he saw. There was four of them, one on horseback the others on foot. He saw a rifle in the hands of one of them but he was sure there were no other guns, only spears. He was about to pull away when he saw the one with the rifle raise it towards him. Nathan instantly regretted not loading a bomb onto the end of which of his Spitfire.

[coolhand]

Jackson was flooded with glee as his first target fell to the ground from Jackson's shot. The next shot Jackson fired was a miss but it did put lead down range towards the gunman. Jackson immediately re-loaded as he saw the native aiming his direction. Unless this guy's a sniper he's not going to hit me, or he's real lucky, or I'm real unlucky... I better go to the other side of the tree. Jackson pinned his back to the tree putting it between himself and the native. Jackson heard something in the distance as he decided which side of the tree to reveal himself and immediately open fire upon the native. Either my unit is coming to rescue me or his unit is coming to kill me... I have a feeling that my luck isn't about to change. Better do something and fast.

Jackson took a deep breath and exhaled profusely. Here we go. Jackson spun around the tree immediately opening fire upon the native as he stayed crouched and zig zagged towards his foe. Jackson, quicker than he'd ever done before, re-loaded his rifle and fired again towards the native. Almost there time for one more shot just stay low and keep moving sporadically. Jackson fueled by ahdrenahline cut through the water with incredible ease. Jackson quickly re-loaded and fired again this time he had had time to acquire his target and compensate for his own movements.

Jackson was now within what he would consider melee range and turned his grip around ready to use the butt of his rifle to demolish his opponent's jaw.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

The following action have been made:

- Knight, good move trying to let Jackson know about the enemy coming from behind, you are a good man, your plane was not hit by the two rounds the Native fired from the M1

- Jackson, your charge was illuminated by the sounds

BANG ZIP CLICK CLACK BANG SPLAT CLICK CLACK CLICK

Your second round lodged itself into the cowering man's left lower leg, and as you were soon to make a beautiful shot your weapon jammed.

The band of warriors will be here in my next post, might want to unjam that rifle, or find some way of defending yourself.

[Nathan Whyte]

Nathan pulled up sharply from the rifle. Although the bullets fired were unlikely to damage his Spit, if the African was a half decent shot he could shoot through the glass of the cockpit and kill Nathan, something that wasn't particularly high on his to do list. Nathan swung his head towards the river, the pink water was starting to draw attention from locals as women and children gathered down stream and tried to get the bodies out of the water. Nathan felt a shard of remorse for them. They hadn't wanted this war, but out of the blue opposing armies had arrived in their homeland and started destroying everything they new. Nathan shook his head as he turned back to the objective at hand.

Banking around he peered down the sight mounted on the control panel of his Spitfire and lined it up with the soldier with the rifle, who just so happened to be next to the mounted spearman. Nathan let out a good twenty round burst at the two men before rolling to the side. They were getting very close now as they broke into a run towards Jackson.