Farmyard Patrol

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC: Anyone can join. I really want a good ole fashioned shooting thread, so if there is any Axis charcter out there can you please join?


The picture is just a quick little thing by paint to make you understand the map. Nobody has to use it.

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A small twig snapped as Daniel put his foot down on the ground. He was trying to walk through the woods as quietly as he could, but he was still making a fair bit of noise. He stiffened as a loud rustle came in from his left. ”Shut up, over there!” He whispered angrily. ”Sorry.” came back the muffled reply. Daniel just shook his head and moved on. He had nothing against Private Collins. It’s just that he was like a rabbit compared to the amount of noise that Collins made.

The two of them had been walking in the forest for about an hour now, and the trees were thinning out. It wasn’t a very big patrol that they were on. There was a small farmyard up ahead that needed to be checked out. Headquarters had said that there was only a small chance of an encounter with the enemy, but you could never be too careful. So many men had been killed in “easy” missions that everyone went out in full gear for every patrol.

Daniel held up his hand, signalling to stop. ”The farm is just up ahead, see it?” Daniel, stooping, walked forward a few more steps, beckoning to Thomas to come closer. There were a lot of different buildings in the compound. Any of them could be hiding a sniper or a machine gunner. The large barn could be hiding a whole platoon of Krauts, and he wouldn’t have a clue. ”Collins, over there to that wall, quickly!” Daniel muttered. He didn’t dare tell him that he was the guinea-pig. He wouldn’t do it if he knew. Daniel trained his submachine-gun at the buildings. If he saw so much as a patch of grey, then he would open fire.

[pikey]

Friedrich let the pencil fall from his hand and tumble across the bare floor. He listened for the sound; the patter of footsteps across the dirt. As if to confirm it, he heard a stone fly off and hit a wall.
Slowly, he eased himself up, and put his letter down, making sure to keep his own sounds to a minimum. He slowly crawled towards the knocked out left window and swung the strap of his Mauser over his shoulder, before peaking over the sill. He could see directly in front of him the barn and then, sheltering by the most southerly position, a Ranger. So the rumours were true; Rangers had penetrated this deep into France.
But Friedrich knew better than to take a shot. It was very rare indeed to find a one man patrol, and it was practice that had never taken place during Friedrich’s time with the Waffen-SS. He leaned slowly back into the cover of the building, before placing his hands to his mouth.
With a great blow, he hooted a barn owl’s call; the “enemy sighted” signal.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Hi, not sure where Friedrich wants his character placed, but I’m placed mine and a spare NPC on the map, I’ve only incorporated another NPC incase anyone else joins from the allied side or Friedrich drops out, so it’ll still be 2 vs. 2 (Friedrich dropped out) or 3 vs. 3 if someone allied joined. If you want me to remove my NPC, just say. Don’t want it too unfair. =)

IC:

Fumbling a bunch of notes together, Captain Wolfram pocketed a bundle of documents into his overcoat hanging against the barn’s wall, whilst his feet scruffily kicked strands of hay and straw beneath his feet from out off his path. He’d taken a quick rest bite, the shelter wasn’t so bad and nor was the bale of hay in which he’d slept on, their stay at this crooked place wouldn’t be for long, hopefully -- a quick rest, re-think of strategy and move swiftly on, their frontlines weren’t so far away, it was just getting back eagerly in time.

Gerwulf’s feet padded against the outer barn’s flooring, the noise of his rifle being adjusted against his shoulder slightly heard, a small grin smoothing out against Rafael’s lips somewhat, loving the sound of weaponry, from the high pitch clunks and twists of the bolt action rifles, to the big bangs and explosive action. War wasn’t beautiful, just elegant, particularly within the small caverns of his little mind, but brushing the mellow thoughts aside, he slowly began to adjust his uniform. Yanking his belt sideways a little, he matched the buckle up with the long line of buttons to his tunic, before swiftly grabbing his hanging Officer’s hat from off the wall, to twist and pull down hard against his thick skull.

Taking one last brush down his abdomen from any stray fragments of dirt, he twisted upon his heels to lastly grasp his MP40, which ironically never looked dirty, even in the muskiest warfare - it somehow remained immaculate from dirt and scratches, remarkably. Throwing the strap over his head to cling to his shoulder, he allowed the weaponry to beckon against his side, thumping against his hip slightly with every pacing step - Captain Wolfram was blissfully unaware to the outside terrain, as far as he was concerned, they weren’t in enemy territory nor’ was they expecting company anytime soon, Gerwulf had been placed outside the small barn in which he’d slept, mainly to keep guard on him, rather than patrol the area properly. Anyhow, Captain Wolfram didn’t exactly have the manpower to do so, so being able to secure a building was perhaps better than nothing.

Slowly making last adjustments, no haste to his movements, Gerwulf’s face suddenly appeared at the nearby window, his knuckles frantically knocking against the glass - yet trying to remain quiet as best he could. Attracting Captain Wolfram’s attention abruptly, he looked onwards towards Gerwulf with his piercing blue eyes, pulling a somewhat confused and curious look to be differed with; Gerwulf’s hand quickly threw up against the window, followed by a ‘one digit’ and then quick strafe with his hand outwards towards the East roughly, Gerwulf saying with his signalling through the window - One man towards the East, before the pair of them froze in their places as the signal of an Owl’s call broke the midst of the air, a clear vocal signal that enemy were approaching, sighted.

Waving his hand downwards the Captain replied with a ‘Go Prone’, before quickly moving to the window overlooking the East, his MP40 raising up against the window sill slowly, trying to work out how far the enemy was. Meanwhile, Gerwulf had dropped down to his stomach outside the barn, his rifle protruding through a narrow gap within the fence, his body shuffling against the dirt to get comfortable, awaiting anymore orders patiently. Taking a shot now, would give away valuable evidence of their whereabouts, not to mention the element of surprise for a better shot.

[Daniel Brennan]

I can't find the colour which I used for movement in the last picture, so I used a different colour . I know, I'm an idiot.






The Privates feet kicked lumps of dirt and stones against the nearby houses as he ran across the short distance to the wall. Daniel sighed quietly to himself. They could probably hear Collins in Berlin. An Owls hoot broke the silence. I thought owls came out at night? Daniel looked around, trying to find the source of the noise. Maybe owls came out in the day in France…

Daniel threw some wild hand signals across to Collins, trying to tell him to clear the house. Collins looked confused for a few moments, before realising what Daniel was trying to tell him. He walked over to the entrance of the building and disappeared inside. Daniel trained his weapon over the buildings at either side of the house. It appeared that nobody had noticed Collins, but there could still be someone out there. A glint in the sunlight caught his eye. Maybe it was a rifle barrel? No, just a piece of broken glass from one of the many broken windows.

Collins appeared at the doorway signalling for Daniel to come over. Daniel moved over nearer to the edge of the forest. He kneeled down on one knee, looking around a final time. If he missed something here, then he could be dead in just a few seconds. Daniel stood up and dashed across the sun-beaten dirt. Intent on getting through the doorframe, hoping that if Collins did see something, he would shoot first and ask questions later.

[pikey]

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~Danny



Friedrich waited, expecting action, holding his Mauser in a crushing grip across his chest. But none came. Then, more footsteps. They lasted roughly as long as the previous pair, and when they had stopped fully, Friedrich dared a glance. There was no-one except kicked up dirt leading into the centre building. He had a moment of inspiration.
Lowering himself down, the Hauptgefreiter commando crawled toward the door way on his stomach. When he reached on side, he peaked his head round, looking for more rangers, but there were none. Friedrich slowly stood up and held his weapon at the ready, not fully sure what he might see.
Once again he peaked his head around and saw all he needed. In through the centre building’s east window, he saw on ranger in its south western corner. He raised the rifle to his shoulder and looked down the sights. He had to get this shot right. If Friedrich hit him in the head, the helmet might just bounce off. But, if he hit either shoulder, he could still fight. He had to get it just right. It would take to long to draw back the bolt for a second attempt. It all deepened on the first bullet.
Friedrich levelled the sights on the base of the man’s neck, and held his breath to steady the rifle. With one squeeze of the trigger, the stock punched him in the shoulder and a round was released. He spun on his heel and dashed back into to cover. He drew the bolt back and cocked it for a another shot. Friedrich dropped to the ground silently. There were a number of buildings the shot could of come from, and Friedrich wasn’t going to give the rangers and clues. He carefully crawled into the buildings south western corner so he couldn’t be seen, and had a window to the south he could leap out of if a grenade came flying in.
He gulped, waiting for return fire. The battle had begun.

OOC: I've just PMed Danny to see if Collins is history.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b][/color]

A Moderation Post will be made after every action (assault wise) on an opposing player. Just to clarify my method for marking now; Friedrich, you're new to this, so i'm sure you'll also pick up how things work properly in time to come - doing good as it is, but to gain a one hit kill straight away, it does purely depend upon weaponry most of all.

Better the weaponry, easier the kill. Otherwise, this thread will be over in no time.

Friedrich von Namur:

• Firing one precise bullet (as could be), Friedrich's bolt-action rifle bucked vigerously to the shot, causing the bullet to slit through NPC: Tom's shoulder, rending his left arm painful to move - decreasing his accuracy.
  

~Danny

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

CRACK!

A gunshot rung out within the midst of the humid French air, Captain Wolfram’s eyes widening slowly as he anticipated the worst, unable to decipher the difference between a Lee Enfield and Mauser within the confines of the barn, everything seeming a little echoed. Neither did Captain Wolfram see someone enter the building adjacent to the barn; perhaps they moved quickly, he knew Gerwulf had sighted him, but their small conversation in relaying silent orders could’ve cost them sufficient seconds in actually nailing him before entering the premises of the building - now Captain Wolfram was left wondering, who fired a shot and who was hurt? Worse still, dead.

Looking somewhat impatient, Captain Wolfram shoved the end of his MP40 barrel through a small broken pale of glass against the window he was leaning against, the window musky and dirty, he would be hard to see behind the glass, his dark uniform moulding to the dirt and dingy window frame and glass. It may be a bonus that he couldn’t really be seen, properly, but it also meant he couldn’t see a great deal either… His head bellowing down now and again to get a better look out of the misty window, vaguely seeing a moving figurine within the building, his finger itching against the trigger for a shot, still trying to decipher if it were friend or foe.

Suddenly, Gerwulf strung a rifle shot out of no where, his hands quickly fumbling against the bolt action mechanism to reload, the Captain realising how valuable that time was - he could be hit within a moment if he wasn’t in a good deal of cover. Shifting on his feet sideways, his MP40 barrelled off towards a fast moving figure from out of the nearby woodlands, it was obvious the chap inside the building wasn’t alone, now his comrade fled to the building, making it obvious the man inside was a foe after all; wasting no more precious time, the Captain yanked his finger against the SMG’s trigger and opened his mouth a little to the roaring noise, avoiding any ear damage best he could from close shouldering of his weaponry.

The metal weaponry kicked against his shoulder, unfamiliar with such precise aiming, better used at weight height with hand to eye co-ordination, then a quick spray and pray at close quarters. No, the Captain couldn’t do that just yet, the two foes were a stone’s throw away and he had to try and make his hits count, as he narrowed his pearly blue eyes and fired continuously until a metal clang hit the chamber - immediately, the Captain knew his position would be compromised, so springing up quickly, he called out towards Gerwulf outside “Stehen Sie Ihr Boden, behalten Sie jene südliche Tür hat befestigt!” before the Captain’s distinguishable boots clicked against the wood, heading towards the back of the barn for his next move… A flanking on the rear. He had to get close.

Translations:[/b]

Stehen Sie Ihr Boden, behalten Sie jene südliche Tür hat befestigt!
~ Stand your ground, keep that south door pinned!

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:

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The following Actions have been made;

NPC: Kaiser Gerwulf:

• Firing one shot with his rifle, Gerwulf’s bullet cracked through the dirt a mere foot away from Sergeant Brennan’s moving feet, avoiding any injury.

Captain Wolfram:

• Firing Several Bullets from the MP40, Captain Wolfram’s low calibre but high capacity SMG punctured and spiralled onwards towards the opposing building, emitting numerous bullet holes and vaguely missing the inner habitants by a close quarter mark on a couple of occasions.
  
  
• Stirring the enemy with loads of spiralling bullets, one stray bullet did however manage to slit through NPC Tom Collin’s leg, making a minor and painful wound.

~Danny

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC: Sorry if I've messed up while explaining a few things ...
And i've lost a few more colours in the map . I just can't find them again!



In the first few seconds, he could only hear the sound of his feet hitting the ground. He was trying to run as fast as he could, which is why he was breathing so loudly. He hadn’t got half way across when the machine gun started. The bullets came from somewhere in – Or around – the barn. Going right through the walls of the building and ripping up the earth near him. The bullets followed him right up to the doorway, where he dived onto the rotten wood floor of the house.

He pulled himself up into a sitting position. He himself had taken no hits, but Thomas hadn’t been so lucky. Daniel crawled over to him. He had taken one shot straight in the shoulder, and another shot had slit open the side of his leg, which looked rather sore. Daniel knew that there were at least two enemies now – He had heard a few rifle shots mixed in with the machine gun rounds – and they were in or around the barn. He rifled through his pockets, looking for the morphine that he had received a few months ago. ”Here.” He muttered as he handed it to Tom. Although he didn’t seem to be bleeding very much, there were large drops of blood on the wall and floor. But that didn’t seem right. The shot that hit Tom in his shoulder had gone right through, a clean shot. There couldn’t be that much blood on the wall if the shot had come from the barn. That meant that there were three soldiers.

Daniel swung his weapon up from his waist. He propped Toms rifle up against his uninjured shoulder”If you see anything out that window” He muttered. ”Shoot it.” Daniel walked over to the door. He had been shot at right up to the door, so the soldiers must be at the south of the barn, or behind the fence. He ducked out the doorway, pulled down on the trigger, and emptied most of the clip into the fence and barn. He then threw himself back down on the floor of the house again where there was less chance of being hit. Thomas continued to keep his weapon pointed at the eastern window, where he could see into the house opposite.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b][/color]

The following actions have been made;

Sergeant, Daniel Brennan:

• Resourcefully using his Morphine Pill, Daniel Brennan has dramatically cut the pain NPC Tom Collins has endured, increasing the male’s accuracy and stamina temporarily; dulling the pain.
  
  
• Hastily making a quick volley of bullets ‘randomly’ towards the general direction of suspected enemies, Daniel Brennan did manage to disturb NPC Gerwulf hiding within the grass, as splintered wood slit at Gerwulf’s face and neck, temporarily blinding him with sawdust and minor scratches.
  

~Danny

[pikey]

Friedrich heard further exchanges of automatic fire, but with no cries of pain, there was everything to play for. Convinced a grenade wasn’t about to come flying trough the window, he slowly crawled forwards towards the door. There, he lifted himself up once again, and peered slowly across the dirt. One brief glance was all he required.
In the building opposite, the ranger he’d shot now lay spawned across the floor, but had his rifle trained on the door. The Hauptgefreiter dropped out of sight and crawled to the second window. After all, a hunter never strikes from the same place twice.
He raised himself up as he reached it, brushing the dust of his fatigues. He looked through the square hole, and through another window into the centre building. There was his target, completely oblivious to his presence. He’d failed to kill him before, but he didn’t intent to make such a blunder now. Friedrich pulled the rifle up to his shoulder and looked down the sights. He lowed to a crouch and rested the barrel on the sill for extra balance. The ranger’s upper body came into sight. He lined up the irons and fired. The next second, he drew back the bolt and fired again. Twice more he recocked it, and twice move he fired. East bullet round had been a testament to his marksmanship.
He needed to clear out, after making himself highly exposed. Friedrich ran to the northern window and vaulted over it. Then, sprinting all the way, he made it to the back wall of another building. Once he reached it, he jammed another fie bullets into the Gewehr, cocked it, and pondered over his next move.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b][/color]

The following Actions have been made - sorry about a delay in this mod marking, I’ve been extremely busy with college and will continue to be for the remainder of the following week.

Friedrich von Namur:

• Not sure whether you fired two shots or four? But I’m plumping for two, mainly upon the basis of sitting there firing four shots, you would’ve been compromised by enemy fire by Daniel Brennan quite quickly in my verdict - mainly because you’re not with anyone else who could be suppressing fire whilst you made precise shots. Hope you understand.
  
  
• Firing the first shot, the rifle round cracked through the adjacent building’s wooden window frame.
  
  
• Firing the second shot, the rifle round spiralled daringly through the narrow gap with NPC Tom Collins in view, thumping straight into the man’s stomach - the travel distance lowering the speed of the bullet, dropping the projectile downwards somewhat, but still remains fairly accurate for the narrow shot between the two buildings.
  

~Danny

[winters]

Winters had been on a dead run through the rough terrain toward the shooting he had heard. Seeming like he would never get there he was so wore out he jumped behind the nearest tree he saw and toke out his canteen. He took several sips of the cold water that made him feel very replenished. Shoving the aluminum canteen bake into its heavy canvas green holder, he got ready to move. As he stood up he felt the weakness in his legs from the dead run he had been on for what felt like grueling hours of running which was only a few minutes. Then he could hear the rapid *Crack* *Crack* *Crack* of a grease gun ahead. Which made him feel much better because he knew he was headed towards friendly. He could just make out a figure in the doorway of a farm house ahead firing toward a barn. He yelled in the direction of the figure, "Thunder!"This whole time Private Webster had been keeping up fairly well with him he ordered him to hit the dirt behind the tree as they waited for a reply.

[Daniel Brennan]

Sorry I took so long.




Thomas saw a flash of movement at the corner of his eye. He slowly moved his rifle to the left and fired a single shot towards the window before the wind was knocked out of him as another bullet hit him in the chest. Daniel ran over to where he was lying. Why couldn’t these Krauts leave him alone? Daniel turned Thomas over onto his back. What was it that medics always told him? If someone gets hit … Daniel’s bind was blank, what was he meant to do? Oh, yes. Check for an exit wound. Daniel flipped Thomas onto his side and checked his back. No hole, the bullet was still inside. Daniel ran over to a press in the corner and started rummaging through the drawers. Here, a tea-towel. He pulled it over Tom’s torso, and tied it at the back to try and stop the bleeding. He didn’t know if this was what he was meant to do, but he was doing it anyway. He then manhandled him over to the corner, and under a thick wood table, where he couldn’t be seen or shot at.

Daniel crouched down and started walked towards the west window. At the doorway he saw movement in the forest and the word “Thunder” carrying softly across on the breeze. There were two ….. Paratroopers just under the trees. Daniel mouthed “Flash” Back across to them. Hopefully they were able to read lips. Daniel held up two fingers and pointed over to where the barn was. He then held up one finger and pointed behind him somewhere. He thought to himself for a second then indicated that they should go over to the building in the east. The machinegun was too dangerous. He signalled that he would provide covering fire at the barn.

He crawled slowly over to the window where he let out three long bursts at the barn and fence. Huge splinters were sent up into the air as the bullets hit the barn, hopefully they would be hitting someone inside. Daniel presumed that he now had their attention, and he threw himself down into the corner, where he couldn’t be hit by both groups.

[winters]

No problem I apologize for being so impatient . Sorry this is so short I have got to go some were.




Webster and Winters checked thier gear and signaled that they were coimg. They took off on a dead run. Slugs of hot lead were flying up all around them. They both thought that at any moment they could have been done. Eventually they reached the farmyard. They met up with Sgt.Brennan.