Screw the Corner Office

[∬: Felix Odegaard]

Felix took a deep breath through his nose, his nostrils flaring with the bitter scent of war. Smoke choked the air, mixed with the rancid odor of several rotting corpses of unlucky central European civilians slaughtered by the mixed air raids of several days. Both sides had decided to bomb the shit out of eachother, not caring what happened to the rapidly evacuating civilians fleeing the area. Luckily, the hazy weather today ment no bombing raids so the Germans had seen this as an ideal oppourtunity to take back some of the territory rapidly taken by the American 3rd Infantry Division, which the SS troopers had grown to despise in the past few weeks. They where losing the Balkans and Central Europe fast, and it was key for the Allies to take because it cleared a path straight into the heart of the Reich.

Felix and his men weaved their way through the ruined remains of some defaced city, quick and agile through the rubble under the constant fear of a sudden artillery strike. Their K9 unit, Daemon, trotted alongside SS-Schutz Stauber, who clutched a the animal's leather leash along with his rifle. The young man had been attending Veternarian school in Vienna when he joined up, and the squad had decided to grant him control of the dog. He seemed to have a natural connection with animals, and the fluffy haired German sheperd seemed to listen whenever he whispered unheard commands into its ear.

The eight German soldiers where to rendevous with a rookie sniper and his squad somewhere around here, so Felix kept his ears pricked at all time to hopefully hear the tapping of two empty shells designated to signal the SS men before whatever sound American troops made. Ironicly, it was not a sound that made Felix thrust his fist into the air, but instead a feeling. Something about the eerie block that they where stationed at made him halt. His bloodshot icy blue eyes swivled in his skull, looking for anything other than a dust cloud wisping through a gap between two buildings. They stopped behind the bigger of the two buildings, and Felix spoke in a hushed whisper. "Theres something here that doesn't feel right. I want two volunteers to go on a little scouting mission for me. Anyone?" The hands of Private Krass and Corporal Windkloppel went up, and the corners of Felix's mouth curled fearsomely as he explained what the two brave SS men would do. "You see that shop to the south? Creep over there and take point through the door, if anything comes at you when you cross the street, dive into the foxholes and keep your heads down and we'll cover you so you can get out. Got it? Go!" The two troopers snaked out from behind the building in a low crouch, moving at a careful pace in a diagonal line toward the southern building. Their rifle barrels jutted out infront of them, long Imperial Bayonets mounted.

(This Is Still Happening, and can succed/fail in the mod-mark and with character actions)

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Green is Felix, Red is Privates, Yellow is Private with Dog, and blue is the Corporal.

[MAJ Patterson]

Patterson and his radioman finished up a can of soup, lukewarm at best but it hit the spot, they had been in the area for quite some time and the Captain went with a small detail of men into the area to assess locations for possible forward operations in the coming days. This area hadn't been hit too heavily by either side, but that was sure to change in within the month unless one side or the other gained a bit of momentum. There had been somewhat of a stalemate as of late, with no one gaining any ground, nor taking very many casualties, not to fret over, but slow was a horrible pace at which to win a war.

He had split his men up so that they could go through the buildings a bit quicker, not as safe, but there hadn't been anyone in the area for almost a week now, he wondered if anyone else had the same idea, wouldn't be a bad time, the bombings hadn't really hit the location very hard. His Sergeant taking three Privates and the heavy weapons man along the southern side of the road, and he took his radioman along with the remaining three Privates. "Sir, I think I saw something." the closest Private said very calmly, Patterson looked up toward the man, didn't sound very urgent. "But I can't tell for sure, lot of smoke in the air, and the debris and craters are blocking part of the area sir" Patterson hoped up and motioned for his small band of men to take up locations within the structure then walked over to the window himself and peered out, seeing nothing he placed his binoculars to his eyes.

"I don't see anything Private, you sure you saw movement?" he said as he lowered his hands and looked toward the young man. With a nod Patterson sucked his teeth and said "Gear up, stay sharp, someone else might be out doing the same thing we are, stay away from the windows, watch what you can," he said calmly, there was no proven reason for alarm, but caution was needed none the less. He walked over to a southern facing window, still remaining inside put waving firmly toward the men in the other building. The Private closest the door saw him first and Patterson could see him turn toward the rest of the room, a moment later his Sergeant's face was almost plastered to the other window by the door. A few silent signals and the Sergeant knew there had been something up the road, whether it was hostile or not was unknown, but he spun around and told his men pretty much the same thing the Captain had told his team.

Patterson looked back to the radio operator. "Get Norris on the horn, tell him to prepare and standby for go codes." Patterson walked the operator to the rear room and sat him down for a moment "Don't screw this up, my life could end up in your hands, the Army wouldn't like that, it's time for business and I will see that it's done." and with that they returned to the front room.

"Chuck this is Bulldog Six, come in over." the operator said confidently into the microphone. There was a pause and he continued. "Read you four by five, stand by for go code authentication." and with that Patterson stepped over to the man and held out his hand, never looking down, but instead trying to peer out the window, then he saw it, there was something out there indeed.

"Call-sign Chuck, this is Call-sign Bulldog Six, go code is as follows...GEORGE...ROGER...ITEM...FOX...FOX...ITEM...NAN...ONE...I say again...GEORGE...ROGER...ITEM...FOX...FOX...ITEM...NAN...ONE...how do you copy over." Patterson said it smoothly, taking a breath each time before giving the go code in whole, overly pronouncing each word, if all else failed at least they could get some practice out of this.

Over the other end of the line came "I copy GEORGE...ROGER...ITEM...FOX...FOX...ITEM...NAN...ONE...Bulldog Six, will issue alert, send coordinates over." and the ear piece crackled to quiet shortly after Patterson could hear the sirens sounding in the background, Norris must have been next to the control panel when he got the call, which meant he also was more than likely staring at a wall sized map of the 3ID's AO.

Patterson cleared his throat, checked the map looked out the window and checked the map again. "Coordinates are as follows...JIG...MIKE...ONE...NINER...FOUR...SIX...FOUR...TWO...how copy over." He said, looking at the map the whole time.

"Bulldog Six I read...JIG...MIKE...ONE...NINER...FOUR...SIX...FOUR...TWO...I have you located in sector three of our area of operations, please advise over." another crackle and it was time to start the party.

"Chuck, gear 'em up, put 'em up, and bring 'em down! East side of town!" it wasn't exactly by protocol but with coordinates and go codes, it really didn't matter what he said. The other end crackled once more confirming the order and Patterson handed the mic back and smiled, time to see if months of planning would live up to the hype.

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[Daniel Brennan]

Mod Post

Actions:
SS-Rottenführer Odegaard:
The two soldiers sprinted across the open terrain and caught the eye of a few Americans as they sprinted by, but they were across too quickly for any shots to be fired.

Captain Patterson:
Has successfully called in the air support. However, due to the distance, he will take over a full posting round to reach the area. I will prompt him in the Mod Mark when he is to enter the battle.



~Dan

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

(100th post ;D)

Freidrich felt uneasy. He had been assigned to meet up with an SS man. He didn't know anything about him. He didn't really care. All he wanted to do was keep his men safe and find his new superior. Smoke was making Freidrich's lungs feel suppressed. He didn't pay much attention. Then he saw figures move. They looked friendly but, he couldn't tell. He unslung his rifle and pressed the butt up to his shoulder so he could peer through his scope. "Ah. Mister Odegaard I presume." He mumbled to himself. He gave the hand orders for his men to follow him in. They obeyed and stayed on his back very well. Even for Privates it was impressive. One didn't look like he was even past sixteen and he was still keeping up with his older more fit squad members.

They started moving when he heard some talking. It was German. Freidrich told the men to stop and stay put while he talked to the Rottenfuhrer. They did as they were told with no questions asked. Freidrich spotted two men run from the others so he stopped and crouched. He wanted to wait. Just to see what they were doing. This place wasn't right. He didn't like the feeling he was getting. He didn't like it one bit.

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Orange is Freidrich and Purple is his squad members.

[SGT. Brian Baker]

Finally, some action, something. This is what Baker had trained for all so long, what was strangled in his blood for all so long. Brian had been assigned to fight with the head of 3 ID, Captain Patterson. He was a rambunxous Captain, Patterson is. All throughout Europe, the Germans had told stories of the past victories, and recent victories, the 3 ID carried out against the Nazi War Machine. The most notably was a contingent of Allied Troops defeating Rommel's Afrika Korps somewhere in Morrocco. The Allies defeated the Germans and took many prisoners. Morale was high amongst the Allied Ranks, and Brian Baker was proud to be right on the front lines.

"Shit, this place got hit pretty hard. I wonder why the hell we were called here. I mean, this place has been deserted for a while." said one of the Privates. Baker had given all of the men in the building a cigarrete. This would definately boost their morale, calm their nerves when the enemy, if the enemy shows up. Baker stood next to the other Sergeant and the BTB. The three remaining soldiers, the Privates, were scattered amongst the building, but were still close. They all had good views of the northern road up ahead, but not to the western side of the road, due to the building obstructing their view.

The other Sergeant had been carefully observing the northern road. Captain Patterson and the men in his building had a good view on the Western Side of the road. Baker was closest to one of the privates and in front of one of windows furthest from the road. He had been in a crouched position, just waiting. He crawled towards the other Sergeant, who had his Thompson in his hands, aimed at the ground. He peeked his head in front of the window, still not seeing anything. He lowered his head, and then turned his head towards Baker and the BTB.

"Anything Sergeant?" asked Baker, still keeping his head low. For all he knew, there was a sniper further up the road, but then again, he would have taken the shot at the Sergeant.

Shaking his head, the Sergeant answered, "Nothing, but something tells me we aren't alone." he said, having more experience than Baker. Instincts plays an important factor when it comes to life and death. Baker had a confused look on his face, but shook it off.

"What do you think sir?" he asked.

"This city is vital for both sides. It's been quiet for the past couple of weeks and Ike wants us to make a move. No doubt the Germans are sending a Force to occupy the city. Stay sharp, maintain silent. Put out those cigs too, don't want any of the enemy seeing any smoke."

Obviously, he knew what he was doing. Everyone who had been smoking had a few good puffs, which had settled their nerves. They all rubbed the ashes from the cigarrettes onto the ground, easily putting them out. After the ashes were put out, they put the ciggs into an empty pants pocket so they could have a smoke later. In the building, the men stayed silently in their positions, waiting.


OOC: Black is me, blue is Sergeant, red is BTB, and green is Privates. JT, if you had a different idea on the colors or w.e, just shoot me a PM.

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[Daniel Brennan]

Felix, you've been active...
24 hours for you to post.

[∬: Felix Odegaard]

Felix glanced over his shoulder just to catch a glimpse of a squad of German soldiers coming over the rubble-strewn road, each holding a Kar98k and their leader a scoped one. Felix motioned for his soldiers to be quiet as he glanced over the Stabsgefrieter, his blue eyes looking the man over. He looked trustable enough, but Felix was always wary of Wehrmacht men. The SS was obviously superior in his mind, and it was almost as if the regular army slacked off while the Waffen-SS did the dirty work. Cowards.

They were at the other end of the street, possibly in dangerous territory. Felix held up hand signilizeing for the other German to halt, for the street was probably unguarded but you never know. The two need communications, for the Norwegian was hesitant to call across the street do to possible enemy presence. One of them had to orginize with the other before any planning could be made, so the Nazi soldier decided it was him. Felix called his men close together and muttered his plan. "We will follow Krass' and the Corporals movements, we must rendevous with Blutstein. From what we know, the road is unguarded, but I do not feel good about this at all. I will cross with one private first, two more, and then our last man will cross and meet with our Wehrmacht comrades. If anything goes wrong when you are in no-mans land, duck in one of the shell holes and wait untill a break in the fire to get back to cover. If you are on either side just keep yourselves together and do what I tell you to. Any questions?"

When no questions were asked Felix readied his rifle and called one of the privates with him, taking a quick breath and a prayer on the exhale. Felix then ordered the private to follow him in a quick sprint to the other side, followed by the rest of the soldiers, praying that everything would go well.

OOC: The map will be added soon.

[∬: Felix Odegaard]

Sorry, double post.

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[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Mark

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Felix, there is a problem with your map... two of your men have magically disappeared... and you have given yourself another dog handler.
The Corporal and Private that you sent across in your last post aren't on your map right now. I've added them in to where I assume they are. I don't have a clue what you were doing with the dog.


Actions:

• Why he thought running across the road was a better idea than calling across, I have no idea, but he did it none the less. Only a couple of US troops were actually watching the road, but they were on high alert and ready to fire. Felix and his companion ran without warning and managed to get across the road without getting shot at. However, both Americans raised their rifles and were about to fire, when the second pair started across. They man in the south of the building fired half a clip, but didn't manage to hit anything due to the range. However, the two Privates were both forces into a cover (The nearest shell-hole) and the remaining few troops weren't able to get across.
  
  
• The Private to the North of Patterson's building had spotted a better target. From his position he had a clear shot at where Blutstein and his men and Felix were standing. He lined up his sights in the general direction and fired. With a large amount of men crowded together like that, there was no way he could miss. His first bullet hit one Blutstein's men in the lower arm, just about the wrist, breaking the bone. The group of men realised their danger and sprinted for the relative cover of the building. The Private got another shot off, but it flew wide.
  
  
• The main Axis moral is slightly down. One man has received a slight injury (Won't be able to fire a weapon), but they know the position of (one group) the Americans. The group of Felix's separated men are starting to lose heart dramatically, being cut off from all of their NCO's.
  
  
• The Americans are all on extremely high alert - rifles unslung and loaded, peering out of windows.
  

~Dan[/colour]

[MAJ Patterson]

As Patterson turned away from Morrison several shots rang out. Taking a quick look to see which direction his mean were firing the Captain looked out the closest window down the street. "Krauts moving in the open sir!" Patterson hefted up his LMG and used the barrel to smash out the remaining pieces of glass from the window before placing his weapon on the seal to take aim himself. Looking over the top of his sights he couldn't make out any more enemy soldiers, he stood up and keeping his grip on his weapon turned slightly over his shoulder.

"Morrison, get to the rear door, half way in, half way out, let us know if you see anything, the rest of you guys take up positions to watch this street!" with quick responses they set about taking up perimeter positions in the building, Henry looked across the street and waved rapidly to gain the attention of his Sergeant. Motioning toward his eyes and then pointing hurriedly down the street it seemed the message was easy to figure out, the Sergeant Turned away and began making preparations.

He cleared his throat before screaming throughout the building. Enemy to the east! Man those windows, the men taking the doors, half in and half out just like we trained, yell out if you spot anything. Weapons free, if you spot any opposing forces let them know we are here! He too received quick responses before he could hear the men scurrying around in the building.

Patterson reached into his lower jacket pocket, withdrawing his newly acquired flare gun and opened the breach, checking to confirm it was loaded. He slammed it closed and stuffed it back into his pocket. If his pilot came through on the radio first he would hear a yell from Allen, if he heard the planes before they announced their entry on the radio he'd simply take the initiative to fire the flare into the air before Morrison piped up. It was the best shot they had at making sure the air support was in the right spot. "Let 'em know we're here boys!!" ans with that Patterson braced himself against the wall and pulled his Johnson LMG into his shoulder and fired off a few bursts of 30-06 rounds toward the northern side of the building down the street, the mag was limited so he went ahead and finished it off after he heard his men chime into the sporadic fire. He replaced his expended mag with a new one. "Top 'em off guys, let's not get caught with our pants down!" The Captain shouted after he heard a pair of clips ping off of the Garand rifles.

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I replaced the floors with white to try and avoid the color bleeding a bit, also added in a legend

Just to sum up the shots:
3 PVTs - finished off the clips & reloaded
Henry - emptied a mag & reloaded

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

Freidrich heard the shots and his instinct took over. He ducked down quickly and looked around slightly panicked. He looked straight ahead and saw nothing, he then looked over in a building slightly to the left and saw a muzzle flash. Before he could react to the shots he heard one of his men cry out in pain. Freidrich looked back and saw one of his youngest men get hit in the lower arm. He saw the man drop his weapon and drop to his knees. Freidrich yelled at his men and told them to get in the house and take positions and wait for further orders. He then ran back to the wounded man and helped him to his feet. They both ran to the house where Freidrich started giving orders. "You help this man. I want you to kneel under that window until I say fire. You two do the same thing at other windows and you watch the door behind me. I don't want any of the Americans getting me from behind." Freidrich then took a quick spot next to a window where he was concealed for the moment."Fire! Everyone return fire!!" Freidrich yelled so all of his men could hear him. He raised his rifle out the window. He rested it on the windowsill to make it much more steady. He looked through his scope, took aim at one of the men he saw in the window that was firing on his position. (Where Patterson is located.) He took a deep breathe, let it out, took another one, let it out half-way then squeezed the trigger. He quickly took cover behind the wall, slid his bolt out, ejected the shell and chambered the next one in.

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Freidrich's men at the windows fired all of their shots then reloaded.
Freidrich has so far only taken one calm shot.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Hey Friederich, would you mind waiting for the mod please?

-JT

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

It's been a month and some change. All members of this battle, if you would like to hold a vote to have the battle close then I'm opening it up for such things. I personally vote against it...but I've sat in a battle for eight months before, but I figured the right thing to do was to allow everyone in the thread to vote on the outcome. Just post here with your thoughts, if it's voted to be closed then I'll lock it and when Dan can he can come issue us a few small CP points for at least having tried to battle

-JT

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

I'll let my co-RPers do the deciding. I'm game for staying around and duking it out, but if it needs to be closed, it needs to be closed. So do what you think is best.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

IT doesn't NEED to be closed, I just didn't want everyone to get fed up with being stuck in this thread.

-JT