Farmyard Patrol

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:

The following actions have been made;

SGT. Daniel Brennan:

• Firing another burst of fire (covering fire) onwards towards the western barn, splinters of wood and flailed dirt spat into the air.
  
  
• Surprisingly, one stay bullet did hit something within the foliage of the hardened fire, as one single bullet managed to slice through NPC Gerwulf’s arm, narrowly missing his head from the prone position.
  

~Danny [/color]

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Welcome to the thread Winters =] Sorry I haven’t posted for a while.

The Captain clasped the heavy cumbersome MP40 machinegun against his hip with one stray hand, whilst the other ventured outwards to push against the barn’s wall whilst moving, almost trying to keep his balance from dragging through the dry dirt. His first anticipation of movement was to move around the back of the enemy’s in the building, he’d found a perfect blind-spot he could easily advance onto them from, but alone the advancing on close quarters would be deadly and madness! More so, when the enemy opened fire again to his rear, sending splinters of shattered wood into the midst of the warm air, he had to think fast.

A small cry left the lips of someone behind him, most likely Gerwulf and the Captain became solid within his movements, contemplating his next move with careful thought - as far as he knew, one of his men were on the opposite side of the field, a few Mauser Karbiner shots had notified him of that much earlier, so himself and Gerwulf held the opposite side. As long they could hold the Western front, draw attention and brew mayhem, his young marksman, Friedrich, could maybe get another few odd pot shots in on the enemy.

Grunting beneath his breath, Captain Wolfram’s once fine polished shoes twisted into the dirt, making haste within his next change of plan, charging onwards towards Gerwulf’s position, his back thumping against the hard wooden panels of the barn wall, as he reached the bitter-end. Taking a quick glance around from the side of the wall, Captain Wolfram fell to one knee, hoping his low posture wouldn’t get him noticed; “Gerwulf! Ziehen Sie zurück…” Rafael said with a husk quiet breath, his hands fumbling the heavy machinegun around to his front, as he yanked the cold steel bolt on the side to load the mechanism, before noticing a couple of soldiers scurrying out from the woodlands again - more of them!?

Taking a hard inhale of breath, Captain Wolfram leapt up from his knelt position, stepping out from behind the wall to yank his finger on the trigger and spray the nearby building with his Multan hot calibre shells, allowing Gerwulf the needed time to get up off his stomach and quickly pull back. On first glances, the man didn’t look so wounded, which appeased the Captain’s mind of thought, but the apparent grabbing at his shoulder did insinuate some sort of wound on the man. Could’ve been worse, right?

Feeling the chamber hit a dry note, Captain wolfram fell back into cover, hitting a flip on the side of his MP40 to release a catch within the gunnery to slip out the empty cartridge, before running his hand down towards his side for a new one, his small pouch holding plenty of ammunition, but what the Captain hadn’t noticed was a stick-grenade hanging behind his hip. Pulling a slight disorientated look for a brief moment, thinking he may’ve already used it in a prior battle, the Captain gave it a slight stroke, feeling the handle and heavy top-end quite distinctively, knowing it was a grenade for sure; brushing the thoughts aside, he fumbled out another cartridge and loaded his slightly smouldering weaponry that had became warm along the barrel.

“Ebenso lang als Sie können noch Gerwulf feuern, nicht schließe ich Sie aus” Captain Wolfram bellowed slight firmly, as if it were an order, the young soldier nodding briskly with a weak “Heer Hauptman”[/I], as he hoisted the rifle up into his grasp again, gritting his teeth through the pain of having a flesh wound.

Translations:[/b]

Gerwulf! Ziehen Sie zurück...
- Gerwulf! Pull back…

Ebenso lang als Sie können noch Gerwulf feuern, nicht schließe ich Sie aus.
- As long as you can still fire Gerwulf, i'm not counting you out.

Heer Hauptman
- Sir Captain
(Incase you’re wondering if this doesn’t make sense, this is how the German Subordinates distinguish their leaders - alike the “Sir, Yes sir” in the Allied Infantry… Lame example, but hope it makes sense =] )

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Moderation Post:[/b]

The Following Actions have been made;

CPT. Wolfram:

• Firing a whole clip, of consecutive covering fire for NPC Gerwulf to pull back, Captain Wolfram’s MP40 rounds ripped into the enemy building, causing a fair amount of noise within and shattering a nearby window upon the building.
  
  
• No casualties were made during the bout’ of fire, but dust and grit now engulfs the air within the building.
  

~Danny [/color]

[winters]

Thanks thats No Problem!

Winters still in the building with the other 3 soldiers, automatically fell straight too the ground as the rounds ripped through the wooden walls. He ordered, " Every body get on the floor now, Webster i want you too watch the enemy movements for me!" "Yes, Sir!" said Webster Who ran over too the nearest window and cautiously peaked over the window cell. Winters checked his rifle, making sure it was loaded. Winters jumped up into the window along with Webster and fired a few consecutive shots at the corner of the barn throwing splinters everywhere, were the enemy had been seen last. That must have scared the enemy because he saw no movement so he ordered everyone too get off the floor and keep their sights trained on the corners of the barn incase the enemy were to shoot again they would be ready.

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC - No map this time. I just couldn't be bothered at the moment. And sorry about the really short post.



The lieutenant charged across the open ground and right into the doorway, with a private following closely behind him. Amazed that he had managed to get across, Daniel somewhat saluted him, before dropping to the floor as another clip of machinegun bulllets came through the wall. Daniel coughed as the dust engulfed them for a few seconds.

"Sir," He said, coughing the last bits of dust out of his mouth. "We have another enemy somewhere in the north or northeast." Daniel pointed towards the houses. And just incase the soldier was about to try and hit them. He fired a few shots at the window - where he had taken his last shot - and over to the west where he would have probably retreated to.

"Maybe ypu should sent one of us over through the building in the west?" Daniel questioned his fellow soldier.

[winters]

Ok, good idea sergeant you take Collins around on a sorta right flank direction of the enemy and see if you can maybe get a grenade into the window. Ill give you covering fire until you get too the first building then you are going too be alone in the door to door fighting. Me and Webster will stay and guard this place here. When you are ready too come back here say the code word "alpha" and we wil give you covering fire.

[randak]

Private Maximilian Von Württemberg was just coming back from his solo scout of the area when he had heard sounds of gunfire coming from the place where him and some others had garrisoned so he started at a run to where he know the old farm would be, when he arrived he started towards the building where he and Friedrich von Namur had been using but staying near walls where he had some degree of cover, taking a chance, Max broke cover and ran across the open stretch of ground to one of the buildings, when he passed one of the windows he saw Von Namur and made his way around, avoiding the place which sounded like the gunfire had come from. Going around the building where Von Namur was he went through the door and said the phrase "schießen Sie nicht, ich sind ein Freund." Next, Max went to a place where he could get a shot at one of the enemy and leveled his rifle at the them,and when he had a steady line of sight, fired. allowing his shoulder to go with the shot, he pulled back the bolt as he ducked to he floor and into cover.

translation
schießen Sie nicht, ich sind ein Freund
don't shoot, I'm a friend

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:

PLEASE, slow your posting down. I'm unable to make moderation posts of actions performed if the previous person is overwritten by another posting character; This is a hostile thread and marked upon actions made, meaning, every action made has to be marked accordingly to determine the outcome of this battle.

I'm also the only Staff Member currently active, so i'd appreciate a little patience.

Thank you!

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SGT. Daniel Brennan:[/b]

• Firing a bout of fire, Sergeant Brennan's bullets cascaded along the building and terrain, kicking up dust and grit, providing a healthy volly of suppressive fire.
  

PVT. Maximilian Von Württemberg:[/B]
~ Make sure you read previous actions made by users and try to provide a map of your actions, please. So i can mark your own actions with visual content, rather than blindly.

• Firing a single shot, Maximilian's bullet strayed off course from Daniel Brenna's suppressive fire.
  

~Danny[/color]

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Sorry but you can’t really see my moves on the map. So I’ve highlighted Wolfram’s and Gerwulf’s places with a white circle. Hope you understand everything else I’ve put in.

Coughing hardily from the dust brewing up around them, primarily caused from the gunfire and brisk moving feet through the dry-dirt, Captain Wolfram slapped the bottom of his fresh magazine into the casing of his MP40, before hastily yanking the bolt upon the side again to load the chamber quickly, a slight duck beckoning from his posture as a few rifle rounds bounced towards their general direction, more concerned from being hit by a fragment of splintered wood, rather than the bullet.

Vaguely turning to his subordinate who grasped his shoulder tightly, pulling a slight hissing noise between his teeth from the pain, Rafael nodded to him quietly, stepping closer to speak of their next move. “Wir müssen diese Scheune für Decke benutzen, haben sie das Gebäude, das von allen Winkeln hinunter verschlossen wird, da drüben - kein Weg erhalten, den wir sie jetzt über dieses dreckige Gelände flankieren können” said the Captain quite smugly towards the end, disliking the French as much as their horrid land, everything was dry and bitter in France - including the race within his general opinion.

Gerwulf gave a quick nod in agreement, pushing through the pain barrier, before the Captain eagerly moved past him with a hard “Kommen Sie” huskily vacating from his throat again. As the Captain immediately lowered his stance and quickly moved to the window, he glanced back to Gerwulf to seemed to linger back a little, unsure of what window to take or place himself, Rafael’s hand spun outwards quickly, pointing to a nearby window, before giving a silent hand gesture to open fire - Gerwulf looked onwards in slight awe for a moment, as he took up position where the Captain ordered and locked his rifle’s chamber with a fresh round, watching the Captain’s devious plan unravel slowly… Beginning to understand.

Captain Wolfram yanked out the grenade attached to the back of his belt, feeling the clip holding the explosive unclip it’s self. Rafael gave a devilish look towards Gerwulf who gave a quick nod and sprung up from his window to fire a rifle shot towards the house, hoping to gain their attention whilst Captain Wolfram used the spare precious time of less aggravation upon his position to launch the stick-grenade. As far as Captain Wolfram was concerned, the Allies were fools for thinking thunder never struck twice within the same place - now the Captain laid quietly still for a brief moment at the same window he was at before, ready to strike again.

Quickly taking a lick to his fingers as he began to spin the bottom of the stick grenade loose, listening to Gerwulf continuously make rifle shots towards the building, gaining their general attention. After undoing the bottom of the stick-grenade, the Captain yanked the piece of unscrewed cap with a mighty force, as a long white string emerged, followed by what seemed to be a faint click within the head of the stick grenade. Taking a quick breath, the Captain sprung up himself and leaned back slightly within his position, launching the explosive off towards the adjacent building, before shouting “FEUERN Sie IM LOCH!” - Captain Wolfram instinctively falling to the ground without reason, his subordinate doing the same.


Translations:[/b]

Wir müssen diese Scheune für Decke benutzen, haben sie das Gebäude, das von allen Winkeln hinunter verschlossen wird, da drüben - kein Weg erhalten, den wir sie jetzt über dieses dreckige Gelände flankieren können.
- We'll have to use this barn for cover, they've got the building locked down from all angles over there - no way we can flank them now across this filthy terrain.

Kommen Sie
- Come

FEUERN Sie IM LOCH!
- FIRE IN THE HOLE!

[randak]

Maximilian finished pulling back the bolt of his rifle and rose and fired as quickly as he could while maintaining accuracy, he repeated this sequence but tried to keep the shots as randomly spaced as possible. Max only stopped firing when the clip was empty and all four shots had been expended. after he had reloaded he waited for the inevitable burst of fire that would be the enemy's counter attack. suddenly, there was an explosion coming from the building he had heard the shout of fire in the hole a second before and had dropped to the ground at the command as to avoid any stray pieces of shrapnel coming in his direction it had obviously been the stick grenade that he had seen dangling from the waist of Captain when they had arrived here and the blast had come from the other side of the house the British where in so that meant that the Captain and possibly Gerwulf as well where pinned in the barn or somewhere in that area.

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC - Ok, Winters: Wolfram threw a grenade at us. You can't Mod yourself that the grenade didn't damage you. You should have waited for Punk to do a Mod post . I don't think anybody else should post until Punk has sorted this out.
And "Pleasurful" isn't a word

[winters]

I'm terribly sorry i had thought that he tripped and dropped it his post kind confused me im deleting mine sorry.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation post:[/u]

I apologise in advance for any falters in my post, but i'm still using my laptop :/ Winter and everyone else, do reframe from 'god-moding' other people's actions, so please be patient for me to mark, thank you!

Also, do remember, UNITS may die at any given time, including 'MEMBER' units (but a warning will be given, allowing you the gamble of staying to fight or retreat) so please remember this and the fact i've made NPC units very cheap to buy Higher the ranking NPC unit, less chance they'll fault any injuries or die.

NPC Private Gerwulf:/[/b]

• Firing a few shots of covering fire, NPC Gerwulf's rifle shots thumped and cracked into the window frame of the adjacent building, providing a distraction and healthy suppressive fire; although the shots incurred no enemy casualties.
  

Captain Wolfram:[/b]

• Throwing a grenade, the explosive failed to enter the enemy building's window, but none the less, successfully discharged and exploded with enormous force, doing the following damage;
  
  - Blowing a good size hole in the wall, brick and debris took the brunt of the damage (rather than individuals inside).
  - LT. Winters has sustained hearing damage, with minor cuts and shock from the explosion.
  - PVT. Webster has sustained major injury from the explosion, inevitably killing him almost instantly.
  

[/u][/b]
[li] Firing a single shot into the house, it failed to incur any enemy injuries.
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-Danny [/color]

[pikey]

Remember to Crop your Images - Thanks!
Nevermind, just saw your message the bottom of the map, try to crop them in future, saves me having to do it all myself, let alone if everyone-else began doing it... eek.
~Danny[/i]

OCC: You can't. You only have a corspe to sell.
Plus, can we please lenghten our posts. I belive the minimum is fifteen lines.


Probably needs croping, Danny.

Friedrich’s hearing had suffered a little from the combined assault of the grenade and the four shots in his ear. He ignored it, and looked towards the dust cloud left by the grenade. In the window facing him, was the ranger Sergeant. He couldn’t ignore a target this juicy.

He nudged Max in the arm, and pointed to the plaster covered Ally. Slowly, he lowered his body to the floor and rested his rifle down, steadying his aim. The battered floor dug through his fatigues, but he didn’t mind. He’d have every women in Namur after him if he could make a half decent attempt at this shot. Looking through the door way, Friedrich let the irons rest on the Sergeants head. He was a crack shot, in the worst of situations, and was planning on acquiring a scope for his Mauser soon.
His palms began to perspire, as his thoughts turned towards the Sergeants own life. Not about his family, but how his nation and people were responsible for nearly destroying Friedrich’s and the von Namurs. When he got to Brittan, he was going to shoot a village worth of people, to just scratch the head of the anger he felt.

He inhaled a deep breath and held it. In a sharp action, his right fore finger snapped back, and the first of what was to be five bullets was sent on its journey. Every shot he held his breath and made them count.

[winters]

. He got up aching from th scratches all over him> he was still unable too hear. As he was recovering from his shock, Winters saw the Namur's barrel sticking around the corner. He got into position and put up his sights. He had been hoping sooner or later too get a Thompson because he wasnt the type who liked too take long shots that took skill. He would rather just send a 30 round clip of 45 Cal. ammo buzzing through the air. He also planned too get a 1911 Pistol another gun he liked because of its stopping power and fast firing abilities. Anyways he took a steady aim at the Krauts shoulder which was all he would see and squeezed the trigger.