Guarding the Italians - Fun!

[∬: Gero A. Fritz]

OOC: This is a simple skirmish and the map is made simple too. I don’t want anymore than 1 or 2 enemy players and please don’t overkill me with NPCs, there is only 1 on my side. Thanks.

“Argh! Die Hitze tötet mich!” spluttered out Obergefreiter Daniel Gunter, who mopped his brow with the sleeve of his dark grey WEHRMACHT uniform, the beads of sweat rolling down his skin irritating him somewhat. The young corporal adjusted his rifle slightly against the ground, his body flattened out upon the roof-top to shorten the target to any approaching enemies, before fidgety he began to adjust his helmet too. The hard and heavy helmet weighing him down a little, making matters worst within the humidity of the mid-day’s heat.

On the other hand, Obergefreiter Gero Fritz chewed on a piece of tobacco one of the villager’s gave him a couple of days ago. Supposedly, it heightened the senses and kept you on edge, a good source for those on guard duty! Which the pair were sadly doing. It was Gero’s turn to man the MG42 at the edge of the rooftop, set up against a small hard brick wall still in tact’ against the edge of the roof. It’s tripod was also set up, fastened tightly against the end of the barrel and fixed into the ledge it was leaning on for stability, although it was only fixed against the ledge by the weight of the machinegun upon it and some of the pivoting ends, it was more than enough to gain a better and more sturdier aim from the mean machinery.

Leaning on his side a little, Gero momentarily slid a hand down to his crutch, taking the advantage to have a good scratch, before coiling his hand back around the grip to his MG42. He too was lying flat upon the surface of the hot roof and began to feel his grey tunic irritating him some from laying against it for so long. The boys in Africa got to wear shorts and light clothing, whilst the men in Italy had to wear the full get up! It was madness, the humidity was almost the same! Moaning beneath his breath a little, he glanced over to his comrade; Daniel Gunter, who was temporarily looking through the sites of his Karbiner 98k rifle, scanning the tree-line for any movement, it was best the two men were separated on guard duty, as most support gunners and guard bunks ended up being obliterated by a single grenade - at least this way, if anything came hurdling onto the roof with a surprise, one of them were distant enough to avoid too much harm, before dashing onto the heavy gun to take over the duty, assuming any worse case scenarios.

Grinning to himself at the thought of being blown up, Gero shook his head to himself and returned his gaze upfront again, his head slowly turning as he too began to scan the local area, his hands mimicking the slow movement of his head, as he turned the MG42 real slow towards each direction he looked. It was almost comical that he was slowly looking from one way, to another. Moving the heavy gunnery in unison with his gaze. Oh well, perhaps Gero was just comical of a Nazi after-all…


Translations:[/b]

Argh! Die Hitze tötet mich!
~ Argh! The heat is killing me!

[Rhys Bevan]

OOC: OK, well seeing as you've got an MG-42, I think I'll bring on a couple more men to even things up a bit. I'm bringing along three NPC units if that's OK. At present, we are all taking cover behind the third and fourth tree from the left.

Rhys surveyed the figures in the distance cautiously. He breathed deeply and wiped the sweat from the brow. Rhys wasn't t sure how much of it was the heat and how much was the fear. He had no real reason to fear.

He and his men outnumbered the enemy 2-1, and most of those in his platoon were skilled combatants. But, glistening dangerously in the sun was a notorious MG-42 Machine Gun. Rhys was experienced enough to know that they could be ripped apart in a matter of seconds against the powerful contraption and the fear seemed to be overwhelming some of Rhys' men.

"What do we do?" whispered Private Logan, his eyes glued on the enemy, his face pale.

Rhys thought for a second and answered.

"Privates," he said at last, turning to Logan and his companion, the young Ethan Clements. "Take cover behind the trees on the far left and open fire on the enemy,"

The privates swallowed fearfully before darting off to take cover nehind the stirdy trees that decorated all rural towns in the immediate area.

"What shall I do, sir?" questioned Corporal Diaz, the most skilled of Rhys' platoon.

"Take cover behind the trees on the far right," said Rhys. "But keep quiet. Wait until Logan and Clements have sent a few rounds towards the enemy before taking a few shots yourself. Remember, take him down while his back his turned. It's not the most honourable thing to do, but we don't really have a choice,"

Diaz nodded with understanding but seemed a little put out that he wasn't allowed to shoot anyone at present.

"What about you, sir?" he asked. "What will you be doing?"

"Don't worry about me," replied Rhys charismatically, a fond smile on his lips. "I'm going to get closer to the enemy. Now, I want you to look after the privates. Keep them safe,"
And with that, Rhys crouched down low and darted past the tree-line, aware that he was dangerously out in the open. He glanced around for any possible cover and grinned. He had hit the jack-pot.

Rhys dived behind the nearest house and kept extremely quiet, casually poking his head out from behind the large building for a few seconds at a time to survey the opposition.

Suddenly, a bang erupted across the town. Rhys grinned as he saw Logan and Clements sending round after round towards the enemy from their post. The Sergeant tightened his grip on his rifle. The battle was beginning.

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Rhys, I'm not sure from which point of view, you were talking about when you said "left" and "right". I'm guessing (And I'm not changing my post if you correct me) that you are talking from the point of view that your men would have from where they are standing right now.

And I disaprove of the fact that you posted that you had seen them straight away. Gero had spent a good few lines explaining how he and his comrade were trying to flatten themselves against the roof as much as possible, but then you came along and posted that you had seen them right away.
The following Actions have been made;

Sergeant R. Bevan:

• Ordering the two Private to fire from the far left (From their point of view) But most of the bullets didn't even reach the building that the enemies were stationed in, due to the fact that another building was mostly in the way.
  
  
• Corporal Diaz didn't have much more luck in his few shots. Although some hit close to the MG-42 they all just hit the wall, or soared over the heads of the two enemies.
  
  
• And remember not to God-mod. You did just post there that you ran right out in front of the machine-gun that you had just seen and then posted that you had made it to cover alright without being shot at.
  I won't void it... this time.
  

Otherwise, have fun.

~Dan [/COLOR]

[∬: Gero A. Fritz]

OOC: Thanks for editing the map and sending me the alterations. Also, Dan, I didn’t see his Corporal shoot? No matter thou, none of the shots made it. =3

ZIIIP!, CRACK!, THUMP![/B] Gero’s head dipped to the sudden rifle shots cascading into their general direction, his eyes widening as he quickly fumbled the MG42 up against his shoulder from the sprawled out position on top of the roof, his head dipping into the iron-sights of the mean machinery, whilst his spare left-hand slapped the loose open hold on top of the machinegun down into place; making sure it was tightly fastened, before yanking the bolt upon the side to load in the new shiny brass shell, one of perhaps two hundred cradled beside the gunnery, ready to feed the guzzling machinery.

“Ah! Die Schweine sind hier! - In den Büschen, elf Uhr! Reißen Sie Em‘ offener Kamerad!”[/I], shouted Obergefreiter Daniel Gunter, who pointed very quickly towards the direction of the shooting as Gero glanced over, before he himself dipped his head down against the wooden frame of his 98 Karbiner Rifle, taking aim - ready to fire; Before Gunter could even pull the trigger, Obergefreiter Gero Fritz opened fire, the MG42 roaring loudly as he sent a couple of dozen bullets off towards the general direction of the supposed enemy firing at them. Gero’s shoulder pushed against the recoil of the gunnery and narrowed his keen eye along the sights in hope to gain a better deal of accuracy through the muzzle flash of the smouldering weaponry.

Allowing the MG42 to spurt a good dose of bullets towards the enemy in the brush, Obergefreiter Daniel Gunter held his breath for a tepid moment as he caught a rough glimpse of someone behind the trees, before firing a well placed round by his mark - from aiming so long. Re-loading his weapon, he pulled the rifle up against his shoulder again and took aim towards the prior target, his finger flinching against the trigger as he kept getting a better aim second by second, before BANG! he fired another shot. Obergefreiter Daniel Gunter was more of a slower shooter, but much more accurate than most made him out to be. Hell, he was a better shooter than Gero with the rifle! Which was saying something…


Translations:[/b]

Ah! Die Schweine sind hier! - In den Büschen, elf Uhr! Reißen Sie Em‘ offener Kamerad!
~ Ah! The pigs are here! - In the bushes, eleven o'clock! Rip em' open Comrade!

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post:[/b]

MG42+enemies = Lots of fun for the Mod-marker.


The following Actions have been made;

Corporal Fritz:

• Quickly opening fire with his machine-gun, Gero has bravely torn apart the enemy Private Clements.
  
  
• His comrade, NPC Corporal Gunter took two well aimed shots, but they were both unsuccesful. One drilled into a tree a mere fraction away from his shoulder and the other buried itself in the ground beside him.
  
  

I'll remove Private Clements from the division list now.

~Dan [/COLOR]

[Rhys Bevan]

Rhys could do nothing but blink stupidly as the young Clements was cut down by a German bullet. He had been but a boy. He was too young to die...Rhys gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on his rifle. They would pay.

The Welshman took the initiative and clambered up the stairs of the building, eventually finding himself perched precosiously on the roof. He sent a few relatively accurate shots towards the second figure before ducking down once again to ground level. Rhys knew it was no use. He had to get closer...

Breathing deeply, Rhys charged out from behind his cover and dashed down to a second tree, but yards ahead. His eyes were closed. He was afraid to open them in case of what he might see if he did so. Rhys was only half-aware of what was happening around him; the only thing that mattered was getting to cover. He shivered. Rhys was agonisingly close to the enemy; they should be easy targets. He aimed as best he could with his shaking hands and sent a multitude of shots towards the two figures. He glanced back to see Corporal Diaz, his face white, sending a few pot-shots from his own cover.

"Corporal!" bellowed Rhys. "Get down here! Keep your head down and run!"

Diaz nodded silently and charged down to join Rhys behind the stirdy tree he was himself hiding behind. Hoping to scare the Germans off, Rhys signalled to Diaz to join him in firing at the two figures.

Rhys spun around and scanned the area for Private Logan. He too had abandoned his previous post and was now sending a barrage of bullets towards the second figure from behind a miniscule brick wall. It was decent cover, but it wouldn't last long.

Rhys ignored the fierce beating of his heart and sent another barrage of bullets towards the enemy and vowed that no more of his men would die that day.

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Please, if you do another post like this, then will you please put in OOC tabs at the bottom on the bottom about how many rounds each person fired.


The following Actions have been made;

Sergeant R. Bevan:

• Sending a few "acurate" shots from the roof, which all merely bounce against the brickwork below the MG42.
  
  
• Sending even more shots from behind the tree, he did succeed in causing a minor wound across the left hand of Corporal Fritz. The bullet slid on, barely touching the hand, but taking a small lump of flesh off the top of the hand.
  
  
• One of NPC Corporal Diaz's shots did hit the large machine-gun mounted on the wall, but it didn't do any damage, instead just bouncing off.
  
  
• The remaining NPC private also sent a volley of shots towards the enemies, all of which missed.
  

~Dan [/COLOR]

[∬: Gero A. Fritz]

“Urgh! Sie täuschen verdammt!” angrily spat out Obergefreiter Gero Fritz, as his hand instinctively snapped back from the weaponry upon a stray bullet slicing across the back of it. Gritting his teeth, his head dipped down against the ground as he began to feel debris from the outer wall topple over and sprinkling against his helmet, like a pattering feet of marching ants crossing it - The Allies were determined and seemed to be making reckless moves too! Their sudden running out into the open had Gero’s eyes widen a little, the opportunity to hitting bigger and closer targets with his MG42 began to seem unreal; were they truly this foolish to get so close!? Or were their rifles shooting peas!?

Momentarily seizing fire, he quickly adapted to the real stinging and burning sensation coursing through his left hand, he hadn’t any time to wrap anything around it, so without anymore hesitation and hastily grabbing at the weaponry again, his blooded left hand reached up front a little and tugged at the long chain of bullets that were being fed into the weaponry. Holding them straight for a brief moment, he suddenly swivelled off towards his left side, his body shuffling along the hard concrete roof, whilst his upper body made more of a turn, twisting the MG42 around to now face off towards the west - a rough estimate between three and perhaps four O-Clock, before dipping it down ever so slightly to accommodate the targets of their torsos dwindling behind the tree -- best thing about the MG42, headshots didn’t matter!

Feeling his blooded hand travel along the chain of 30.Cal bullets, he took a long breath in order to strengthen his aim and hold upon the weaponry, before his itching trigger finger lashed backwards against the tepid-warm steel, sending a whole barrage of bullets cascading down towards the flanking enemy’s position - they hadn’t got very far. The MG42 bounced against his shoulder from the kick, but after a while, the pain of it faded as the pure numb sensation set in, due to the vibration of the weaponry killing the blood supply to the areas coming under a constant beating. It was a blessing really, he’d hate to feel the full force of the mean-machine’s kick - heck, he was wearing a thick tunic too!

After sending another dozen or so rounds, from a quick burst of fire, the MG42 suddenly stopped and Gero’s eyes darted towards the chamber as he began to use his left hand to jaggedly tug at a shell that’d inappropriately got stuck towards the beginning of the chamber. After a wriggle and thump with his injured hand, causing Gero to suck in hot air through his teeth from the pain, he yanked at the bolt upon the side to load the new round into proper place and steadily took aim again…

Meanwhile, Obergefreiter Daniel Gunter was sniping out one of the left flanking troops himself - the whole while Gero was blasting a racket with his MG42, Daniel was quietly watching one of the Allied soldiers behind a small thick wall, taking pot shots towards him. Aiming intently with the rifle against his cheek and shoulder, Obergefreiter Daniel Gunter began to feel the wooden hilt to his rifle making a mark into his cheek from the heavy leaning… He was abiding his time… Waiting for a good shot. What was the point in shooting randomly when a well aimed shot could count more? Suddenly, the Allied Figure came into his sights and briskly he pulled at the trigger, not even stopping to see if he hit the man, before Daniel was reloading his rifle for another shot.


Translations:[/b]

Urgh! Sie täuschen verdammt!
~ Urgh! You bloody fools!

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post:[/b]

This is a fun thread.
Not so much for Rhys, though.

The following Actions have been made;

Corporal Fritz:

• Firing a small stream of bullets from his MG42 machine-gun, he has succeded in delivering a serious injury to NPC Corporal Diaz.
  
  
• Two bullets hit the corporal; One driving into his thigh and the other going in an' out his
  arm just below the shoulder. Although the man isn't dead yet, he is seriously injured and will pass out from pain/blood loss in the next post unless something is done to stop the bleeding. (Bandaging with some sort of item of clothing might work.)
  
  
• Although bullets did pass close to Sergeant Rhys Bevan, he did avoid getting injured.
  
  
• NPC Corporal Daniel Gunter fired atleast one aimed shot at the NPC Private Logan behind the wall, but no bullets made contact with flesh
  

Things aint looking too bad for Rhys, now. He is down to only two usable units (Including himself), but they are in good positions for assaulting the enemy...

~Everyones favourite active G-mod, Dan.[/COLOR]

[Rhys Bevan]

OOC: I hope this move pays off...

Rhys let out a yell of fear as bullets riddled Diaz' body. Like a sea of knives, they cut through him and sent him crashing to the floor. Rhys ducked down and ripped off a part of his own shirt to bandage up the wounds, ignoring the agony of watching his friend whimper in pain. He looked so pathetic...

Private Logan had abandoned his post and had darted behind a nearby house, finding the firing from the wall fruitless. He sent five powerful shots hammering down from his position, four of which were aimed at the second figure (Gunter). Rhys decided to leave the Private for now. He was in a decent position and should be able to handle himself for the time being.

No, Rhys was more worried about Diaz. He was in a conundrum. Should he leave the corporal here or take him with him? He would almost certainly slow him down but if he left him here... Rhys swallowed and knew in his heart what he had to do. Victory was more important than the life of a single soldier.

"Jack," said Rhys, roaring over the deafening guns. "Stay behind there; don't shoot! I'll be back, I promise,"

Diaz nodded weakly and moaned, clutching his bandaged shoulder. Rhys took one last look at the writhing form of his best friend before ducking out from behind the tree. He charged down the town, sending a few blind shots towards the enemy as he ran.

Rhys dived behind a large house, mere metres away from the German dominated building. It would be hard for the enemy to hit him from such a position but then again, it would be difficult for he himself to hit them. Rhys noticed a stairway to his side and realised that it must lead to the roof. Rhys shivered as he considered his options.

If he were to climb to the roof, the Germans would be two easy shots, especially with the element of surpirse. But it worked the other way around. He would be like a sitting duck if he got to the roof, shot down in seconds. But, again, if he got to the roof and had a struggle with the Germans, would that give Logan enough time to take them down himself? Rhys shook his head. There was no point thinking about "What ifs".

The Welshman stayed where he was, knowing full well that if any more men died tonight, he would clamber up that ladder and sent the hun scumbags to hell.

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Slightly suicidal...

The following Actions have been made;

Sergeant R. Bevan:

• Has successfuly bandaged up Corporal Diaz, but the unit will still fall unconsious after two more of your turns if he doesn't get proper medical treatment.
  
  
• Firing a couple of shots while on the run, none of the shots hit one of the two Corporals.
  
  
• NPC Private Logan fired a few shots towards both enemies and luckily for him, one bullet did make contact with the top of NPC Corporal Gunter's shoulder.
  
  
• Although the bullet didn't properly embed itself, more glancing off, the wound is still painful.
  

~Dan [/COLOR]

[Rhys Bevan]

OOC: I know I'm posting out of turn but I'm absolutely terrified that Fritz is going to blow my head off. So, I think I'm going to have to retreat. That's OK, yeah? Besides, Gero hasn't been on for ages so...

The anger subsided in Rhys' mind, the flame went out. All that was left was a young boy, terribly out of his depths. If the Germans so much as looked at him, he was dead. What on earth had posessed him to do such a thing?

Rhys breathed in and out heavily and surveyed the battlefield. Logan was fighting valiantly but was tiring; he would not last long. The corporal was in an even worse state. He was spluttering violently and it looked as though a fever had gripped him. How long before he would sink ito unconsciousness...or even death?


Although his Commanding Officers were always stating that victory was more important than the lives of your men, Rhys just couldn't accept that fact. He would not let Logan or Diaz die on that field for no reason. With a heavy heart, Rhys knew he had to call for his men to withdraw.

"Retreat!" roared Rhys, directing Logan's attention.

"Retreat?" repeated Logan expressionlessly, unaccustomed to hearing those words being uttered by his leader. "But...the battle..."

Rhys shook his head determindely.

"Take Diaz!" he roared. "Carry him into the trees! We must get back to camp! We have to get him medical supplies or he will surely die!"

Logan hesitated for a moment, before reluctantly nodding his head. Breathing deeply, he charged from his cover, slung the light Diaz over his shoulder and followed Rhys into the woods.

It was a terrifying experience. They were at the mercy of the German guns and they were moving painfully slow, burdened by the hallucinating corporal.

At last, they found themselves in the dense woodlands of the forest, exhausted.

"We have to keep moving," said Rhys fearfully. "This entire area is swarming with the enemy,"

Logan nodded breathlessly.

"I salute you, private," smiled Rhys fondly. "You survived your first battle,"

"Clements wasn't so lucky, was he sir?" murmured Logan, hanging his head miserably.

An awkward silence rang out.

"He died for nothing," whispered Logan.

"No," said Rhys, shaking his head, and then almost to himself. "I know who it was up there, Private. I've seen him before. Do you remember the German on the dartboard? That photograph the Lieteunant brought back?"

Logan laughed despite himself. A photograph of a German corporal had been stuck over the dartboard itself and the men were basically just tossing darts at a German. It was certainly good for morale.

"Yes, I recognised him," said Rhys quietly. "Mark my words, Gero A. Fritz. I will be back!"

*Rhys retreats*

[∬: Gero A. Fritz]

OOC: Ahhh! Should've got online sooner. Good Fight.

[Rhys Bevan]

Yeah, definetely.

Note to self: Don't pick fight with maniacal German with big machine gun...

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post![/b]

I thought Dan might've tallied up some CP Handouts for you guys, I haven't been following this thread entirely, but from what I've read (had a quick gist through it), I can see the way in which this battle has gone. Enough for me to make my mind up on the CP handouts.

Here they are;

SGT. Bevan: 17CP
~ Fought well, I really enjoyed reading your leadership skills and as you already know, I thought your character was a Lieutenant! So great leading as a Sergeant, which is why I'm happy to also Promote you;

Promotion: Sergeant to Staff Sergeant, ~ Congratulations.


CORP. Fritz: 24CP
~ You set up a good permiter and fought well, however, you haven't had experience leading fellow subordinates (as of yet) and lack' the strength of being in a Division; So in order to be promoted, you may need a little more experience (handling NPCs / being in a Division).

~Danny[/color]