Screw the Corner Office

[SGT. Brian Baker]

I say we keep it open. If Dan can give us a timetable of when he can mod the battle, then I say keep it open. If not, still keep it open until at least the second week of December.

[Nathan Whyte]

Guys, I'll be returning to the staff team shortly, I don't want to see this battle dissapear, so if you're willing to wait for PuNk to reinstate me officially, then I'll be happy to do this battle if Dan hasn't returned to mark it.

[SGT. Brian Baker]

Nov 16, 2009 21:55:59 GMT Nathan Whyte said:

Guys, I'll be returning to the staff team shortly, I don't want to see this battle dissapear, so if you're willing to wait for PuNk to reinstate me officially, then I'll be happy to do this battle if Dan hasn't returned to mark it.

I can live with that.

[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post

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Right then, Gentlemen. Let’s get this rolling, shall we? I hope I don't mess this up too badly.

• First of all, the American radio sparked back in to life:
  
  ”Bulldog Six, Chuck. Lightning over airfield, air support is unavailable, repeat, air support unavailable” There was a burst of static, the next part of the transmission unreadable, ”repeat, ground units have been redirected. Hold out”
  
  
• This caused a slight drop in morale, the American’s slightly worried about the lack of guys in the air. The damage was limited when Captain Patterson quickly chipped in, ”At least the Kraut’s won’t have any birds up!”
  
  
• Captain Patterson was very limited with his position. He had to lean quite far out of the building to open fire on the two Privates in the fox-hole (you didn’t supply any firing lines, and this is the only real targets I can see), who threw themselves down as far as possible. Morale hit an all-time low, as the automatic fire thudded centimetres from them, but nobody was hurt in the process.
  
  
• The M1 fire added very little to the situation, although the firing Americans felt better to loose off rounds.
  
  Friedrich’s Post
  
  Mate, you really should have waited for a mod-mark. I’ll let it go now, but do it again and I can guarantee I’ll come down like a ton of bricks and make your post void, OK? Anyway
  
  
• The American’s had ample time to reload while the Germans moved position, having practised doing so hundreds of times.
  
  
• Once they moved past the windows, they were instantly outgunned.
  
  
• The Private in the Southern window attracted fire from the house to the East. As he moved to the window, an American Private quickly aimed and fired his M1, hitting the soldier in the upper chest. The shot hit his sternum, cracking the bone and throwing him to the floor, screaming in pain. The wound isn’t lethal, but basically any movement of his arms will hurt. A lot.
  
  
• Friedrich, not being a trained sniper, was not too effective. In the time he took to line up his shot, a quick cry came out from the other American private in Patterson’s building, ”Sir, look out!” The Private quickly emptied an en bloc towards Friedrich, who dropped down below the window just in time to avoid a horrible wound, safe in the knowledge the window is under American aim.
  

Seeing as the CPL disappeared, I’ve re-added him to the map.

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Allied Support will be arriving after Baker’s post (the next one). As of now, the posting order is:

Felix, Patterson, Blustein, Baker, Pearson.

Next Post: Baker[/color]

[SGT. Brian Baker]

"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!" shouted the Sergeant in the building. The men quickly went to action. Having two Sergeants in the building meant high morale and better leadership amongst the unit. One of the Privates had fired off a round then yelled, "Contact in the building to the west!"

All of the men were in position as the Sergeant had ordered. Three of the soldiers, the Sergeant and two Privates, stayed near the doors and would peer the heads out ever now and again to locate any enemy soldiers that were near. Baker and the other private stood guard by the windows, not directly in front of them, but stood next to them, while the BTB stood away from the windows. To seize the moment, Baker took out his cigarette and lit it, taking two puffs and calming himself down. The other men followed and did the same.

"Sergeant, we're going to stay here to see where the enemy goes. If you spot them, light em' up! Give Hitler a run for his money!"Baker said to his me in the building. They would wait patiently for the enemy to come at them, for which bullets from M1's, Thompsons, and an MG would tear them all apart. This would be a great day for the Allies, showing the Facist pigs who is meant to rule the land.

Map:http://img130.imageshack.us/img130/5936/corneroffice2a.png

Same map as the one Nathan had posted. Tell me if I can even use it or not.

[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post

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Not much to say this time round.

Comendement: Will pointed out to me he had passed cigarettes around in the first round. I didn't notice this when I took over, so I'll rectify to suit.

• Baker and his calmed down slightly as they succumbed to the nicotine, his heart rate dropping slightly. However, some of the less experienced Pvts became a bit boisterous and rowdy, making too much noise and starting to joke.
  
  
• Blustein took advantage of the shadow in his building from the window and carefully lined up the sight at the American Private who had hit the German soldier previously, and now turned slightly to light the cigarette out of the wind. He fired once, before dropping down under the windowsill.
  
  
• The round punctured the American's head, killing him instantly.
  
  
• Subsequent American fire was useless, basically, as everyone took cover.
  

New Map

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Next Post:[/u] Pearson[/color]

[⊕ Owen Pearson]

Owen was headed back to battle, and it had been such a short time since his last visit, but when someone asks for support, they get what ever can be spared. The commands coming from the field had originally been for air support, but that couldn’t be satisfied due to inclement weather at the airfield. So, they had been called up as reinforcements being the closest group to the battlefield.

Once receiving the call, they had turned around and moved towards the crossroads of the battle. The skirmish was taking place next to two T-shaped road intersections in six buildings that had been disrupted by a recent bombing. Apparently only one of the buildings was in shambles though. They were to come into the battle from the eastern side to meet with the commander, who was stationed in a building slightly north of the road.

The group was to come up to the building to its northern side, keep off the road, and report directly to the commanding officer. Before heading anywhere, they had been given the challenge and reply phrases and they shown brightly in Owen’s mind as they made the short trek to the battlefield. With him there was a small force of Privates. He had a few that had been with him before in battle, Privates Falconbridge, Adronicus, and Velutus, and he had a few that had just recently joined in with him, Privates Adams, Larson, and Watterson.

It was a short way to the small establishment, the weather was nice, and so no one was complaining about the hike. They moved quietly and found the building with no trouble. The bombed out building was to their right as they got near, walking in a southwesterly direction, seeing a soldier standing by the back door, Owen stated confidently, loud enough to be heard by the soldier, “Rock.” He waited a few moments for a response. The word “Marne” was the reply. Owen directed his men to follow and directed them towards the building.

They met the man quickly, and Owen asked, “Could I speak to the commander, Captain Patterson?”

The soldier headed inside just after responding with, “I’ll be right back with him.”

Maps!
Movements
Clean

[Nathan Whyte]

Mod.

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So, basically, Owen appeared, the German's haven't noticed him and haven't shot at him.

Felix's post is next, but I appreciate he hasn't been around in like... forever. So, unless somebody objects, I'll skip his post in one week (7 Days) if he hasn't logged on.

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[Nathan Whyte]

Mod.

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Well, as expected Felix hasn't shown up.

Patty, when you're ready...[/color]

[MAJ Patterson]

Patterson looked on as he chambered a new round from his fresh magazine and a stern look grew across his face as he thought he spotted cigarettes. Cigarettes! Of all things they are less than a stones throw from the enemy and they light cigarettes! Gonna have a nice debrief when we get back for that one. he thought to himself as he grimaced, but the look was replaced with a flinch as Axis fire sprouted up from the southern building. "Jesus...keep their heads down men!! On my move!" he shouted as he yanked the butt-stock of his weapon up and pulled it into his shoulder. He shifted his head a bit to get a comfortable position and lined up his sights, he couldn't see any enemy soldiers but he didn't want them to have a nice time just the same. He gently leaned to his right and placed the door of the enemy building closest to his men in the middle of his sights and squeezed off a few rounds, he doubted that much would come of it but maybe they would think twice before using the door. A couple of Privates chimed in and patches of dust began to spurt off the side of the building as the rounds impacted. Patterson was about to unload another few rounds when a bit of movement caught his eye.

Giles was waving his arms to get his Captain's attention and eventually succeeded. He held up a single finger then patted his own shoulder patch a few times before he rubbed his hand down his bicep. Man down...son of a bitch! He thought as he lowered his weapon to return his signals. Henry slapped his right hand over his left breast pocket and pulled it across his chest then repeated the motion, this signaled to Giles to redistribute the extra ammunition from the downed Private. The Captain paused for a second before he relayed his next order. Again using his right hand he smacked the top of his left shoulder a couple of times to signal heavy weapon use followed by a swift fist shoving off his shoulder in the direction of the enemy forces and opened his hand quickly spreading his fingers, this signaled that the heavy weapon was to be of the anti-tank persuasion toward the enemy position. Giles nodded and then Patterson shoved his hand toward the man to tell him to get to it, no further orders and with that the Sergeant faded off into the building. Henry once again shoulder his weapon and fired off a long burst toward the enemy position.

Giles darted toward the west side of the building "Grant!" he shouted to the man in the door way. "Grab Luz and pull him back and then collect his gear, Baker, help him out while we still have covering fire working for us." Grant jumped to and Giles moved toward the eastern side of the building. Coming upon Moon he grabbed the man's shoulder. "Get that thing ready to fire, when you are set step out back give them a nice hello from all of us, from Luz, we'll morn him later, first we need to get this place secured. Got it?!" Moon nodded exaggeratedly as he took a few breaths and knelt down to check his bazooka and remove the safety. Moon left his shotgun up against the wall and looked upon Luz's corpse as Grant and Baker pulled him back, Moon pinched his lips together and gathered his thoughts as he briskly walked around to the back door. "Make a hole!" he spat quickly as Connery looked toward him before stepping out of the way. Moon took a few steps out into the open and slightly toward the east, he didn't want anyone being burned from the back blast of the weapon. "Robert Moon, first anti-tank man of the Third Infantry Division's Third Armored Brigade..." he whispered to himself as he knelt down into position and readied the beast of a weapon. "...about to take his first shot of the war, let's hope it does some good." he finished up with a grin as he lined up the sights and pressed hard on the mechanism, a loud burst erupted from his location as the weapon unloaded it's small payload of destruction and Moon's adrenaline went sky high, he started breathing heavily with his mouth gapping open as he started just starring at his weapon. Connery caught his eye waving frantically for the man to come back in and Moon stumbled up and toward the door to return inside.

Meanwhile Patterson had about emptied his magazine when there was a tap on his shoulder, it was Morrison he noticed as he swiveled his head around quickly. "Sir, there is a Corporal out back asking for you, he got the challenge right and has about a squad of men with him!" The soldier stated with a raised voice. "Take over here for a moment and here is an extra mag if you need to reload, just keep fire on that building!" Morrison nodded as Patterson handed the weapon over to the radio operator, granted the guy wouldn't be able to do much even if they did have a good target, but the guys on the receiving end wouldn't know that. Henry ran through the building and popped his head out back. "Pearson!!" he smiled as he yelled out almost with glee. "We've got a man down in the southern building, so try and be quick before we lose anything else." and then the loud BOOM was heard as Moon had fired his weapon as ordered. "Don't worry about that..." he added as he saw the odd expressions spread to the newly arrived men. "...that was a good sound." he winked as he finished the statement. "Listen up, take your squad around that bombed out building there..." Patterson pointed due north "...and try to stay out of sight as long as possible, we will keep their heads down as much as we can, but don't be slow about it. Try to set up a nice flanking position and if you see an ideal location for a shot, you take it, I have faith in your skills, but don't let any of these guys give you away before you do so, but if things get hairy let 'em have it. Wait one, I'm sending one of my men with you, he isn't the best but at least it's another weapon firing down range. When he gets here head out!" Patterson waited a very short moment for the reply before he jetted back into the building to his window. "Morrison!" he stammered as he grabbed the man's shoulder. "Go with Pearson out back, follow his lead and do what he says, help keep the guys in line if you can and don't slow them down!" Morrison nodded and handed the weapon back over to the Captain. "There is about half a mag left in that extra one you gave me sir." Patterson gave a quick nod as he redeemed control of his Light Machine Gun and Morrison headed toward the rear exit, dropping his radio gear in the hall so that he could follow his orders easier, anyone would move faster without it anyway, he might not have been in the best shape, but with no radio and only a carbine with ammunition to weigh him down, he felt confident.

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[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post.

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• Moon successfully managed to get outside and aim his bazooka, the only other guy that could potentially see him writhing in pain.
  
  
• Moon’s round hit the building, taking out a large chunk of it. The wounded Private died instantly, and Friedrich had just enough time to pull himself around the corner to avoid the fragments of stone flying towards him, but he is physically shaking as a large piece landed where he had been a few moments ago.
  
  
• To say the morale had been damaged for the Axis would be a bit of a lie. Basically, there is none of it left.
  
  
• Nobody else was wounded in the fire, as pretty much everyone is down, scared, and looking for leadership and direction. The Americans, however, are getting rowdy, whooping with delight at this minor victory, but this could lead to discipline problems.

Apologies for the map, but they’re not my forte.

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[Nathan Whyte]

Just to say, JT and Will have requested a time limit put in of 7 Days[/u]. As this is a new limit, it will be starting from now, and will end at 7:22, Monday 28 December (GMT+12).[/color]

I thought we agreed on three(3) days?

[Nathan Whyte]

Sorry, JT, missed that, but I went by what Will told me in the C-Box.

Anyway, time is up: NEXT POST: BAKER

[SGT. Brian Baker]

How stupid could Baker have been to allow the men to smoke when the enemy was in the building next to them? It was a mistake he would have to live with for the rest of his life. One of the Privates was killed as he was checking the German occupied building through his window. As he was told the Private was killed, Sergeant Giles told Private Grant and Baker to grab Luz, the shot Private, from the window. Baker nodded and slung his rifle on his back, Grant doing the same with his. “Grant, we are going to crawl to him. We can’t afford to lose any other men. I am going to toss you his gear and I will drag his body back. Understood?”

“Yes, sir!” Grant had crouch walked toward the wall that was next to the doorway where Luz’s body laid. Baker went to the opposite side and went onto his knees. The mass confusion in the German building probably meant that they had no idea where the Americans were, and this boosted Baker’s confidence of not getting shot. Crawling on the ground towards Luz and taking his time, Baker reached his comrade’s lifeless body. The young Sergeant was laying in the blood that was flowing out from his head. Baker looked into his Private’s eyes and with his free hand, closed them both. “You will be forever missed, Luz.” He said to himself. “Sarg! Hurry up!” Grant shouted. Baker rolled Luz onto his stomach and took off his bag, tossing it to Grant. Grant knelt down and got down to the floor, quickly snatching the bag and heading back to his cover. Baker crawled to where Luz’s feet were and dragged him back, slowly. As he finally got to the door, Grant grabbed the other leg and the two men laid Luz’s body next to a wall. Baker looked at Moon, who had watched them drag back Luz, and Moon looked back. Baker nodded to Moon, who took a step outside and fired his Bazooka, the next sound being the thundering clap of rubble from the German occupied building.

The American soldiers in the building were getting restless, however. Most of them wanted revenge for Luz, a man who they all loved and respected in the division. They were ready to storm the building and kill them all, even the wounded. Baker noticed this and knew he would have to calm them down. “Hey! If you all listen to Sergeant Giles and myself, we will both buy you all drinks when we get back to base. How’s that sound?” It was a long shot, really. Baker’s plea may have caught Giles off guard, but it may have been the only way to calm them down. It would even give them a motivation to listen, knowing that they would all get beers when they left this awful place.

As Moon came back in and sat down against the wall, Baker got to his eye level and put his right hand on Moon’s left shoulder. “You did great, Moon. We’re all proud of what you have done.” Baker said, encouraging Moon and trying to calm him down of what he did. The images of the bodies, if any, being evaporated from that blast would forever last in one man’s mind. That’s the price of war. You got a job to do. Giles quickly walked over to Baker with some good news. “Sergeant, we got reinforcements. The Captain wants us to stay here and hold our position while the reinforcements move into a flanking position.” This move would surround the enemy, possibly and probably force them to surrender. Baker nodded and turned his attention to the men. “Listen up! The Captain has ordered us to hold our position! Remember our deal, men! You listen to Sergeant Giles and I, we will all buy you beer after! Just hold back and don’t expose yourself to the enemy and we’ll get through this!”

OOC: Felt no need for map, since I didn't fire my rifle or nothing.

[Nathan Whyte]

Moderation Post

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As an NCO, will, your job is not to be the best mate of the soldiers entrusted on to you on the battlefield, but to be the primary source of self-discipline. Yes, morale is important, however...

• Doing nothing to stop the celebrations of the cigarettes, and the promise of alcohol, these soldiers have lost all sense of discipline. In fact, the BTB and the Private next to him began breaking in to a wee song.
  
• NPC SGT Giles, however, was a bit more professional, from his previous experiences on the battlefield under CPT Patterson, a sense also brought upon him from the brief conversation via hand signals. Not wanting to cause a scene in front of the Privates, he pulled Baker over to one side, and growled at him in a low voice.
  
  "Baker, get a fucking grip. Look at your men, they have no self-control. Sort them out, quickly, we haven't won yet, for all we know the enemy might be about to send an entire Panzer division on us. Be proffesional, God knows how you got that rank!"
  
  So, a quick round-up of morale over the battlefield. Some of this I haven't mentioned before, but it's all reasoned.
  
  Allies
  Baker's Building

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- Very high morale
- No discipline, singing, smoking, and general rowdiness.
- Strong disagreement between NCO's i/c

Patterson's Building
- Much more professional
- Slightly lower morale, pangs of jealousy amongst the enlisted when they're noticing the luxuries across the road
- However, much more combat worthy.

Pearson's Squad
- Slightly jumpier
- Mixtures of eagerness and anxiety between all the different soldiers.

Axis
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- Very low morale. There NCO i/c seems to have frozen out of fear, no communication to his soldiers and as such they are all turning to the CPL for guidance.

Dog Handler + Assistant
- Curious, unsure of what to do.
- Losing confidence in there NCOs due to the lack of comms.

Foxhole Pair
- No morale, basically
- If they weren't pinned, they would have bolted ages ago.

Felix and co.
- Low morale, because of all the damage they can see.
- Felix appears to be displaying signs of shell-shock.

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Just so we know where everything is, Next post: PEARSON[/color]