Double Time!

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Feel free to join - whether you’re in my division or not.
NPCS: 7 (from my division) - 8 Including Rafael.

IC:
As the smoke canister ‘CLUNKED’ against the wooden lodge, an onslaught of sizzling followed, as the spattered noise soon emitted into the sound of balloons inflating at a child’s birthday party - smoke billowing out from the small silver canister, as it rocked back and forth against the hard dirt ground, the pressure of the smoke flowing out was intense, followed by the peculiar smell of soap - a strange mixture of ingredients to make the smoke obviously being ‘washing liquid’.

A body pushed through the smoke, a dark silhouette, a lonesome figure -- “SLICE” was one of the strange noises that soon followed, as a fine long brandished knife cut through the throat of a dummy, before a firm voice quietly uttered out “Bewegung, Bewegung!” beneath the hard mask in which Captain Wolfram wore. The simulation was more of an infiltration - something special squads would do, alike the Storm Troopers, but Captain Wolfram being in the SS, Panzer division, well, they wouldn’t be doing much ‘infantry based’ infiltration, but none the less, he wanted his men to be in great condition, particularly for when they got their tanks…

Captain Wolfram wore a training garment, a black boiler suit with a bright red arm-band, showing the Nazi Swastika, signifying he was the leader of the ‘group’. Almost like a Captain’s armband within a game of sports, his piercing blue eyes still daring and deeply seen beneath the mask, as he slowly holstered his long training knife back into the compartment strapped to his leg, before swinging around his MP40, the silver cased Submachine gun hanging at his, fully loaded.

Giving a silent hand signal to one of his SS soldiers, the young man nodded beneath his mask and briskly darted to a doorway within the midst of the smoke, crouching against the doorframe and keeping guard as best he could, as the pure white smoke billowed around their bodies - making anything barely visible within the wooden lodge. Turning to his other SS soldiers, Captain Wolfram had to speak his next command, as the visual sight within the lodge slowly became worse -- “Gruppieren Sie zusammen, zwei, Kopfnorden ein paar Höfe und stützen Sie einen guten defensiven Betrieb, bis wir Loge Zahl zwei erreichen!” he said to his men brisk and firmly, giving the order to pair up and move out towards the north whilst being cautious.

As Captain Wolfram eagerly ran towards the doorway, he took a slow look out, before slapping one of the men on the back as if to say - Move! Running out into the open briefly, the Captain soon slipped down behind some makeshift crates (put there on purpose, part of the training yard). Slowly yanking his gas mask off they’d cleared from the smoke, he looked around slowly, watching his men…


Translations:[/b]

Bewegung, Bewegung!
~ Move, Move!

Gruppieren Sie zusammen, zwei, Kopfnorden ein paar Höfe und stützen Sie einen guten defensiven Betrieb, bis wir Loge Zahl zwei erreichen!
~ Group together, twos, head north a few yards and sustain a good defensive operation until we reach Lodge number two!

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

CJ watched as the assault began, He'd just finished signing in when the training session started. He didn't recognise the leader of the squad, but he seemed like he knew what he was doing. CJ watched as he sent a few men up to the north of the yard, probably to give a good field of fire on the lodge. They seemed to be running an assault/Infiltration mission. When the receptionist at the main building told him he was permitted to join the session CJ hesitated for a moment, not wanting to intrude on a session already underway, but when the Leader removed his gas mask CJ finally recognised him. Captain Wolfram. He had met the Captain on a patrol at a train-yard, and he had saved CJ from a lot of trouble.

Finally CJ just shrugged as if to say 'Why not' and strapped on his Ammo belt, picked up his Mauser and ran onto the field. The Captain had taken cover behind a pile of crates and that’s where he ran. "Ihr Freund auf sechs." CJ said as he came up behind Captain Wolfram. "Hoffe, dass es Ihnen nichts ausmacht mich Beitritt, aber ich brauche die Ausübung" He said again as he knelt down behind the Captain. Peeking his head around the side of the crate to get a look at the lodge. "Benötigen Sie Scharfschütze?" He asked, patting his Mauser, It didn't have a scope attached yet, but he was still deadly accurate with it, to a certain range before they dropped out of sight.


Translation:
1. Friendly on your six.
2. Hope you don't mind me joining, but I need the exercise
3. Do you need Sniper Support?

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Control the units I give you as your own, you’ll see what I mean…

IC:
Friendly on your Six! -- something that had the Captain perking a slight brow, as he twisted his body to fall against his bottom, his back perched up against the hard thick crates behind himself. His eyes peeled onto a young male approaching his position, the Captain’s hands slowly falling from his MP 40, as he nodded somewhat towards the male roughly, before giving his attention back to the field of fire. Captain Wolfram’s men were in pairs, sprawled out along the foliage and dirt of the rugged hill terrain of the dense forest. A good cover given all over with their positions.

Turning to the Corporal slightly, he laughed beneath his breath, nodding to himself, rather than the Corporal. “Nein, freue mich ich Sie haben angeschlossen --” Captain Wolfram first uttered out, before cutting his sentence short, as he glanced back over the crates towards the men who held firm, awaiting further instructions, but the Captain delayed their advance slightly as he looked back to the Corporal, ending his sentence with “Obergefreiter” eventually.

As the young man suggested a Sniper support, Captain Wolfram couldn’t help but look at the Corporal slightly bewildered for a moment, as if he knew him? Rafael had seen a lot of faces come and go, but the face did look slightly familiar. Brushing the personal persona he felt aside, the soon leaned in, grasping the male’s arm to speak more in debt towards the soldier. “Nein - Sie werden viel zwischen diesen ganzen Bäumen nicht schießen” the Captain said a little stiffly, as he gestured towards all the dense foliage, which probably would make it a little harder to get a good shot - if their adversaries were diving between them.

Cutting to the chase somewhat, the Captain soon said “Sie werden drei von meinen Männern nehmen und werden fälliger Westen ein paar Höfe, Sie die Hinterseite der nächsten Loge, während mich selbst und die andere Ratte sie aus gehen werden haben hat bedeckt. Ja sind die nächsten Ziele wirklicher Obergefreiter, hoffen, dass Sie Lücken haben…” the next lodge was just over the small hill, he wanted the Corporal with a few of his men hold the back of the perimeter secure, so when or if any fled, they’d have them pined immediately.

As Captain Wolfram suddenly stood, he quietly said “Gerwulf, Claus, Burkhard - Sie sind mit dem Obergefreiten, Rest von Ihnen, Sturz auf mir” the Captain gave a quick nod to the Corporal, before trotting out from behind the cover, keeping low, swooning his arm out within a hand signal to follow suit, the ‘four’ men of his doing so swiftly, whilst the other three awaited commands from the Corporal…




Translations:[/b]

Nein, freue mich ich Sie haben angeschlossen --
~ No, I’m happy you joined --

Obergefreiter
~ Corporal

Nein - Sie werden viel zwischen diesen ganzen Bäumen nicht schießen.
~ No - you won't be shooting much between all these trees.

Sie werden drei von meinen Männern nehmen und werden fälliger Westen ein paar Höfe, Sie die Hinterseite der nächsten Loge, während mich selbst und die andere Ratte sie aus gehen werden haben hat bedeckt. Ja sind die nächsten Ziele wirklicher Obergefreiter, hoffen, dass Sie Lücken haben...
~ You'll take three of my men and go due West a few yards, you'll have the next lodge's rear covered, whilst myself and the other's rat them out. Yes, the next targets are real Corporal, hope you have blanks...

Gerwulf, Claus, Burkhard - Sie sind mit dem Obergefreiten, Rest von Ihnen, Sturz auf mir
~ Gerwulf, Claus, Burkhard - you're with the Corporal, rest of you, fall on me.

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

CJ was surprised; he looked at the three soldiers who had just been placed under his command. As the Captain moved out to continue the assault on the Lodge he got to his knees. He didn't know these men, they didn't know him, but just because a man with a shiny badge told them to they had to trust him. They had to follow his orders.

A memory flashed through his mind, back when he was still a private, fresh out of the Barracks. He had been training under a Lieutenant ever since he joined; he had grown to trust the man, and those he trained with, when they hit combat, the lieutenant proved himself again and again. But when he was transferred out another lieutenant came in, and CJ believed that just because he had a shiny badge and a distinguished rank, he would perform just as well as the last one. How wrong he was, orders said to charge a fortified machinegun nest, the old Lieutenant use to actually lead, be the first into battle, this one sat back, and watched his men being slaughtered, CJ was in the next wave, and was about to charge into the line of fire when the Lieutenant changed his mind, he halted the advance and called in support from a Panzer. Something he should have done in the first place.
Not all badges could be trusted.

CJ shook his head to remove the memory, he knew he could trust the Captain, and the Captain seemed to trust him enough to give him three soldiers. He would not fail, he waved the soldiers over.
"Wir sind rund um die Lodge und nehmen Stellung zu seiner Westflanke. Sollten sie versuchen zu fliehen wir schneiden Sie sie nach unten, studierte ich die Karte des Feldes, und es sollte ein Protokoll um die andere Seite des Hügels, die uns eine gute Linie der Blick auf die Tür, Thats, wo wir sie Hinterhalt . Verschieben" As he finished talking he began sliding down the side of the hill a shot way, this way the enemy troops in the lodge would not be able to see their movements as they made their way around to the Western flank.

CJ told the Soldiers to hold while he went prone and crawled up the hill to check if they where in the right position, the map was accurate, and the log was there, He motioned the men forward. As they climbed the hill he wondered if they would have been to ready to follow his orders if this where a real combat situation. He knew he would never fully trust anyone again until that person gained his trust. He pushed that thought out of his head and crawled up behind the log, it was in a good position, actually looking down on the west wall. This was the perfect ambush position. "Gerwulf, Sie halten der anderen Seite der Wand fallen, wenn alle versuchen und sie schleichen um. Claus Sie ihm helfen, wenn es sein muss, aber halten Sie Ihre consentraited Feuer an der Tür. Sollten sie versuchen, die laufen und wo sie sich aus der ersten. Burkhard, Sie und ich werden für die nahe Seite der Mauer, sofern sie versuchen Sie es mit einem Umzug über die flankierenden Captain."

As the others got into there positions CJ had a thought. If the soldiers inside looked out the window, there would be a chance they might see their helmets or weapons. With that in mind he crawled over the lip of the hill again and pulled up some grass and a few branches, returning to the log and giving them to the Soldiers. "Legen Sie diese in Ihren Filialen helemts Gurtband, wird es brechen Sie skizzieren, und drapieren das Gras über Ihre Waffen, Wir wollen nicht gesehen werden, bis wir zu." Finaly they where fully prepared, they where camouflaged, had a hight advantage, and a clear line of sight. It would be a very good ambush. Now all they had to do was wait.



Translation:
1. We're to move around the Lodge and take up a position on its western flank. Should they try to flee we will cut them down, I studied the map of the field and there should be a log around the other side of the hill that will give us a good line of sight to the Door, Thats where we will ambush them. Move

2. Gerwulf, you keep the far side of the wall covered, if any try and sneak around take them out. Claus you assist him if need be but keep your fire consentraited on the door. Should they try and run that's where they'll come from first. Burkhard, You and I are going to cover the close side of the wall, incase they try a flanking move on the Captain.

3. Put these branches into your helemts webbing, it will break up your outline, and drape the grass over your weapons, We don't want to be seen untill we have to.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

The Captain, surprisingly by his last move of action - sharing responsibility of his men with a Corporal, wasn’t actually a trusting person. His trust was hard to gain, very little had seen him salute properly, even a Major of the ranks had made a complaint of ‘Wolfram’s disloyalty’, which was quickly overturned when Captain Wolfram’s record was looked into, his uniform untarnished by the petty complaint against his name - raising your hand to a salute was actually in the rule book, as a salute in it’s self, so the bitter complaint was pathetic in his eyes.

Anyhow, Captain Wolfram needed the extra support. His men would do willingly as he asked, to flank the west of the lodge if any slipped out the back, but one thing the Captain lacked in his division, were Officers. Naga Warasaki was a good Corporal, but hadn’t turned up for the training drill - as of yet, so the young Corporal who wished to take part seemed like a fully qualified studded soldier to head heed of the role. Rafael’s men needed to understand the importance of subordinates, such as Sergeants, Corporals, Lieutenants even -- for the Captain wasn’t always at every inch of the battle, so at least they’d have other subordinate officers to turn too. A skill they needed to gain trust for.

Keeping a low stance and instantly going silent, the Captain used fully fledged hand signals for his men, taking point himself so the four men behind could see him at all times. They used a line formation to make their way through the brush of foliage and trees, slithering out a few extra yards from the lodge’s location, so the distance between them and the enemy’s location was substantial. A good battle ground, if need be.

As the Captain slowly came to a stop, he knelt abruptly and raised a fist, signalling his men to stop immediately, as each soldier slowly lowered, the rear guard being tapped on the shoulder as he turned to drop himself - all facing the Captain. Rafael’s body raised slowly, as he crept up a small bank to overlook the man made lodge. Calculating faces through the open windows, he turned back to the men, holding up five digits in a signal to suggest ‘Five enemies’, then the Captain held his weapon up and pointed to a fellow soldier, in another signal as the ‘Breach(er)’, before making the shape of a door with his index finger as the point of breaching. Some may find his signalling funny, but this was all apart of his training exercise, to get the men used to the silenced language.

Lastly, the Captain slumped back a little, making a slice sort of gesture with the flat of his hand for the men to get back into line formation on his heels (behind him). Sitting quietly for a moment, Rafael took his time slipping out another canister of smoke from a compartment strapped around his waist, giving some extra precious minutes for the Corporal to get into position, not having set a time. Glancing back one last time, the men nodded somewhat, before the Captain sprung from off his feet, darting down the embankment towards the lodge, grunting a little as he pulled the pin and slung the canister accurately through one of the windows (unguarded), before falling onto one knee, taking aim towards the lodge as if to cover his men whilst they rank up towards the door, the breaching soldier (chosen earlier) took point, immediately kicking it open, diving into the midst of the smoke, followed by the other’s and the Captain - an onslaught of flashes emitting from inside the lodge, before the back door opened…

OOC: You can say what happens next. =)

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

he three soldiers where getting restless, they wanted to breach the back door and take the enemy by surprise, but CJ was stead fast in holding their position. Every time they asked him to let them sneak in he shook his head and mouthed for them to shut up. They where a good distance from the lodge, but there was no point in taking risks. CJ was a sniper; he was use to lying still for hours or even days just to take a single shot. But the others where front line shoulders, they where use to charging in with weapons blazing. This would be torture for them. Suddenly the sound of shouting caught his ears, something about a smoke bomb, but the shouts where overwhelmed by the sound of gunshots. The attack had begun.

"Warten Sie, mein Schuss! Don't Feuer, bis ich. Nach diesem Brand wird." The back door swung open and three soldiers ran out, taking up a position on either side of the door as the third one closed it behind them, together they started running toward the fallen log. This must be their fall back position, they had no idea they where running into a camouflaged ambush. CJ waited, he held fire until they where twenty meters away, his finger reached for the trigger and a shot went off, the others all began firing as well, the soldiers running at the log looked up, their weapons weren’t even raised. With angry looks on their faces they lay down and played dead. CJ had frozen; his finger hadn’t even touched the trigger when the shot went off. He slowly turned his head to look at Claus. The soldier stared back and CJ said nothing, but his eyes where full of rage at the man, he had disobeyed an order.

The Italian kept his rage in, he would vent when the simulation was over. They continued to hold this position, waiting to see any more soldiers would try and run out the back. A minute passed and CJ signalled for the three to move up, they wanted to go into the lodge, but he pointed to a few trees around the lodge, they where to hold position there, if they charged in the back they could get shot by the Captain and his men, it was better to stay out back, stop any from running or flanking. The soldiers moved quickly, they now had the Southern and northern flank guarded as well. (I’m guessing your attacking from the east) Gerwulf had the South, Claus the north, Burkhard had a closer position to the back wall and CJ remained at the log to provide sniper support should it be needed. This is how they now waited, still camouflaged, hidden, and with more angles of fire then before.



Translation:
1. Wait for my shot, do not fire untill I do. After that fire at will.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

The Captain’s men had pointed and clicked, sending numerous loud echoes of gunshots within the cavern of the lodge, yet, a few men still ran!? The Captain’s eyes watched daringly through the midst of the white smoke, as one of the ‘enemy’ soldiers knelt down, before being pushed down by one of Captain Wolfram’s men, as if to say - be dead! But it still hadn’t changed the fact the soldiers were so adamant on winning, that they’d actually fled, when Captain Wolfram himself had even shot at them! Sure, they were blanks and within the event of a confusing situation, it’s most likely hard to tell who’s hit and who’s not? But these soldiers, well, they suppressed the Captain’s temper as they fled openly through the lodge…

“Wenn Sie zu sein Verstorbene nicht wünschen, als Sie werden ein Gefangener sein!” the Captain said firmly, as he leant down to grab one of the two men by the gruff of their collar, marching them towards the back door, the Captain’s MP 40 protruding into the whimpering male’s back slightly, whilst his other men shoved the other soldier to his feet somewhat. As they approached the back door, the Captain remained mindful of playing the game still, as he twisted his head to utter “Hans, Kurt - offen die Tür”, whilst the Captain slowly slipped behind the closed door, holding the Prisoner length-wise against his body, like a human shield, encase the fleeing comrades of his thought they could shoot them on exiting.

As Hans twisted the handle and Kurt pushed it open with his leg, the Captain slouched behind the prisoner, shoving him forwards, before giving a quick gesture for his men to follow, the other Prisoner in toe. Rafael slowly stood behind the Prisoner, looking around as no enemy units shot at them? Feeling quite disheartened that they didn’t shoot one of their own units out of sheer confusion from fleeing, but none the less felt proud as he gazed upwards towards three prone bodies on the ground, immediately glancing around for the others -- but knew he had to take care of his own first.

Pushing the Prisoner at hand towards the lodge’s wall and grasping the other Prisoner personally, again to push against the wall, the Captain looked to his men vaguely as he spoke “Hans, schützen Sie die Gefangenen. Rest von Ihnen, Keilformung auf meiner Position - behält Ihre Augen, die für unsere freundlichen geschält werden” the Captain wanted the men in a wedge formation, best as possible with less man power, so they had all points covered for any approaching units. Hans meanwhile still remained in the wedge almost, whilst training his gun on the two prisoners who grumbled to themselves, Captain Wolfram dropping to one knee, as he glanced around.


Translations:[/b]

Wenn Sie zu sein Verstorbene nicht wünschen, als Sie werden ein Gefangener sein!
~ If you don't wish to be dead, than you shall be a Prisoner!

Hans, Kurt - offen die Tür
~ Hans, Kurt - open the door

Hans, schützen Sie die Gefangenen. Rest von Ihnen, Keilformung auf meiner Position - behält Ihre Augen, die für unsere freundlichen geschält werden.
~ Hans, guard the prisoners. Rest of you, Wedge formation on my position - keep your eyes peeled for our friendlies.

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

A small smile crossed CJ's lips as the Captain came out the door, a POW in front of him and his machinegun in the small of the mans back. The three soldiers on the ground rolled over to watch as the Captain pushed the two men against the wall and formed a defensive wedge. When CJ was sure the area had been secured he shouted out from his position. "Halten Sie Feuer! Freunde aus!" He waited a second before getting to his feet. He pointed to each of the others hidden around the area then pointed to the Captains position, Gerwulf, Claus, and Burkhard all got to their feet and walked out into the open, the branches still in their helmets.

CJ got up from behind his log and climbed over it, walking down past the 'dead' soldiers. "Viel Glück für den nächsten Zeit Jungen." He said with a smile, they said nothing as he passed them. "Wo sie die einzigen sind, laufen die Hintertür, hatten wir alle drei Seiten der Hütte, überdacht und die andere nicht sehen, irgendjemandem. Diese drei, wo wahrscheinlich Zurückfallen in den Log-und Hinterhalt zu versuchen Sie, sondern ging selbst in einem." As he reached the Captain he too fell into the Wedge formation, taking a position near the Captain.
Waiting to see if there was anothe order or if the simulation was over.


Translation:
1. Hold your fire! Friendlys comeing out!
2. Better luck next time boys.
3. They where the only ones to run out the back door, We had all three sides of the lodge covered and the others didn't see anyone else. Those three where probably falling back to the log to try and ambush you, but fell into one themselves.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Sorry if this is a big post, again, you may control the 3 NPC units.

As the Captain resorted to leaning on one knee, wielding his brandished MP40 between the grasp of his nimble fingers, he awaited some sort of confirmation from one of his men that the young Corporal had seen them and presumably, would approach them, which did inevitably happen - as a voice beckoned out from the nearby shrubbery, followed by a standing figure, directing a point to each of the men put under his command, who also slowly appeared.

Captain Wolfram’s lips coiled into a small grin, as his eyes bared witness to the foliage knitted into the uniforms of his men, let alone the Corporal’s, which then lead to another thought the Captain played on - the Corporal has skill, Witt. Rafael’s hand raised slightly, as he softly said “Halten Sie Ihr Feuer”, just encase one of the soldier’s hadn’t seen the Friendly party advancing on their position, as a couple of the men were still on edge, that perhaps one of the lodgers did escape their grasp - ready to put (blank) shots into them. Captain Wolfram’s SS men were highly strung when it came to winning, which ironically caused one of the men under the Corporal’s command to acquire an itchy trigger finger.

Staying prone on one knee, the Captain awaited the men’s advance patiently, dropping his grasp from the MP40 strapped over his shoulder to take interest in another matter as he done so, his map. Pulling out a folded piece of coloured paper from a back compartment on his training suit (plain black boiler suit, with a distinguished red arm-band), the Captain unfolded it, diverting his gaze away from the field momentarily, knowing his men had good stead in guarding, particularly so, as more manpower arrived.

As the presence of the Corporal fell by his side and spoke, the Captain still held his gaze on the map, seeming a little uninterested for a moment? As he leant down to pluck a strand of grass between his fingers, before finally tilting his head to look at the Corporal to speak “Guter Arbeitobergefreiter, Sie haben Talent in Heimlichkeit” the Captain said complimentary towards the young male, before shifting closer to the Corporal to somewhat ‘share’ the map between them. “Ich mache aber, hat eine letzte Übung…” Rafael said firmly, as he took another glance around, seeing some of the men watching them, a slight displeased look forming over his face, as the men abruptly turned to watch the field of fire, without a word being uttered.

“Sie sehen diesen Schmutzspurobergefreiten? Wir werden diese Route zu unseres ausbuht zurücknehmen, irgendeinen weiteren Widerstandsatz auf zu vermeiden, uns zu überraschen. Obwohl, könnte diese Spur auch von den Kämpfern eingefangen werden. So will ich Sie, eine Scharmützelgruppe vor unserer Spalte zu laufen, als wir Gefangene transportieren werden” the Captain said, using the strand of grass to pinpoint in detail the winding track through the forest, before giving him a firm look. “Irgendein Fragenobergefreiter?” he lastly asked, as he began to stand, pointing towards Hans guarding the Prisoners, who immediately knew what to do, as he shoved them away from the wall, holding them arm’s length with his gun, whilst the other’s slowly stood to help him.


Translations:[/b]

Halten Sie Ihr Feuer
~ Hold your fire

Guter Arbeitobergefreiter, Sie haben Talent in Heimlichkeit.
~ Good work Corporal, you have talent in stealth.

Ich mache aber, hat eine letzte Übung.
~ I do however, have one last exercise.

Sie sehen diesen Schmutzspurobergefreiten? Wir werden diese Route zu unseres ausbuht zurücknehmen, irgendeinen weiteren Widerstandsatz auf zu vermeiden, uns zu überraschen. Obwohl, könnte diese Spur auch von den Kämpfern eingefangen werden. So will ich Sie, eine Scharmützelgruppe vor unserer Spalte zu laufen, als wir Gefangene transportieren werden.
~ You see this dirt track Corporal? We'll take this route back to our barracks, to avoid any further resistance set up to surprise us. Although, this track could also be trapped by the contenders. So i want you to run a skirmish group ahead of our column, as we'll be transporting prisoners.

Irgendein Fragenobergefreiter?
~ Any questions Corporal?

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

OOC: It wouldn't be any good if there where only short posts.

CJ let a small grin cross his face at the Captains Complement. During his training in the Italian Special Forces he had excelled in Camouflage and as the Captain put it, Stealth. He eyed the map with sharp eyes; the dirt track was a long winding one that passed through dense trees. If the 'enemy' troops had set up ambushes or sniper nests they would have the terrain to their advantage. Already CJ had spotted and marked in his memory several locations that would give a sniper or an ambush party good cover and line of fire. Also there where the unmanned traps, such as Tripwire Explosives.

He knew what to look for, but was again surprised when the Captain set the same men under his command. He had expected to be sent alone; it would be harder to spot one person then a group of four. But he guessed the Captain wanted to give his men an experience. "Keine Sorge, ich werde noch eine zweite zu bref Ihre Männer auf, was es zu sehen gibt." As the Captain got to his feet he called over the three men under his command, Gerwulf, Claus, and Burkhard. He walked a short distance and knelt down with them. "Nun hören, wie Sie ohne Zweifel gehört, wir Scout vor, um zu sehen, ob der Weg ist klar und sicher zu transportieren die POW's. Der Weg könnte vermint oder Reise verdrahtet, oder es könnte ein Hinterhalt Scharfschützen oder Partei wartet auf uns. Ich werde Ihnen sagen, die Zeichen zu lesen."

He dug up a little of the ground then placed a rock in the hole, covering it up again and smoothing the ground flat. "Pretend seine einer Mine. Natürlich wissen Sie, weil Sie nur dort sah mich begraben. Aber nehmen Sie einen guten Blick auf den Boden, auch mit klopfte es flach nach unten können Sie immer noch sehen, dass es ihr gelungen ist gestört, plus, die Spitze der Mine zu halten hat, bis es für alle gut zu sein, aber sie könnten sich auf die mit einem Blatt. Wenn es Blätter auf dem Weg, sie nicht berühren, gehen Sie herum. Trip Drähte sind ein schwer zu erkennen, und wir haben nicht die Zeit für mich zu explane hos zu finden, so dass Sie nur noch auf Schritt und folge mir, wo ich Schritt."

"Mit Scharfschützen und Ambushes Sie müssen nur um die Dichte des Busch-und Blattwerk des Gebietes, wenn ein Platz sieht aus wie seine bekam mehr da war, dann sollte es eine gute Chance, das ist ein Nest Sniper oder ein Hinterhalt. Schauen Sie auch für eine Reflektion von Licht auf Metall, die oft verschenkt ein enemys Position, die Bewegung ist in einer großen, etwas bewegen, die sich nicht bewegen ist in den meisten Fällen einen Feind. Hätten wir mehr Zeit, würde ich ins Detail, aber dies wird zu tun haben." He looked at each of the Soldiers in turn, foucused on their eyes to see if they had listened and understood what he had just said. They seemed to have it. He stared Claus with mistrust in his eye. "Dies ist an der Zeit, nicht gehorchen mir, wenn ich Ihnen sage, etwas zu tun, tun Sie es, und ich werde nicht auf den Bericht, den Sie Captain."
As he finished his little training session he got to his feet. " Wir sind jetzt moveing Captain Wolfram. "

He turned and walked toward the path at the base of the hill. "Burkhard, Sie und ich werden uns Scout fünfzehn Meter vor und Claus Gurwulf. Wir wont seinen Fuß auf den Weg zu Fuß, sondern auf beiden Seiten von ihm, wenn Sie sehen, was Sie nicht sicher sein, lassen Sie mich wissen." He turned to the other two. "Sie beiden den Weg zu Fuß, ein Auge für Minen, alle fünfzehn Meter Welle der Kapitän den Rest nach vorn, dann wieder zu Fuß fünfzehn, verstanden? Bewegen."

They began their march, as CJ and Burkhard reached the fifteen-meter mark the others started walked, scanning the ground. When they had reached the Fifteen-meter mark they waved to the Captain, telling him it was save to start moving the POW's.




Translation:
1. No Worries, I'll need a second to bref your men on what to look for.
2. Now listen, as you no doubt heard, we're going to scout ahead to see if the path is clear and safe to transport the POW's. The path could be mined or trip wired, or there could be snipers or an ambush party waiting for us. I'll tell you the signs to look for.
3. With snipers and Ambushes you just have to look at the density of the bush and foliage of the area, if a place looks like its got more then it should theres a good chance thats a sniper nest or an ambush position. Also look for a reflection of light on metal, that often gives away an enemys position, movement is a big one to, something moving that shouldn't move is most likely an enemy. If we had more time I'd go into greater detail, but this will have to do.
4. This is time, dont disobey me, if I tell you to do something, do it, and I wont report you to the Captain.
5. Burkhard, you and I will scout forward fifteen meters ahead of Claus and Gurwulf. We wont set foot on the path but walk on either side of it, If you see anything your not sure of let me know.
6. You two will walk the path, keep an eye out for mines, every fifteen meters wave the Captain the the rest forward, then walk fifteen again, Understood? move.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Captain Wolfram’s rugged fingertips prodded and pinched the map back into a small palm size shape, folded quite a few times, yet it still sustained a readable and elegant texture to it? Hardly worn, surprisingly. As Rafael slowly began to slip the folded piece of material into his back pocket, his eyes adjourned slightly as the Corporal requested a couple of minutes on briefing the few men he’d assigned him, again. The Captain beckoned a brief nod, turning upon his heels to allow the Corporal leeway in having some space to talk to the men as he pleased.

Slowly pacing towards the four men who’d sprung up from their positions and held a better guard around the two prisoners, awaiting to set out, more or less having a good idea of what they needed to achieve and do - Rafael suddenly made them think otherwise, as he reached out to grasp one of the men’s auburn looking rifles from his grasp, causing the man to gasp and stumble back, completely caught off guard for a split second. “Erst werden Sie alle auf schärfen und werden machen, als Ihres erzählt hat, habe ich Sie von Brechen der Keilsformung nicht entlassen” the Captain said a little sternly, obviously a little annoyed, as he continued to say “Nichtbeachtung und Verlassen Ihres Offiziers im trägt offen concequences, nicht nur für mich, aber Sie!” Rafael said once again sternly, already feeling his temper boil a little…

Twisting his palm around the leather strap to the man’s rifle, the Captain suddenly grunted and yanked the strap from out of the metal socket it was secured too along the butt-end, before sliding it straight through the hanging loop on the barrel end, as he watched the men’s faces stare in anticipation, ore almost. “Ohne mich, werden Sie auf kopflose Hühner reduziert werden - bindet jetzt jenen Gefangenen auf!” Rafael said with a slight husk to his voice, slinging the leather strap towards Hans who was primarily guarding them, but as Private Hans began to only tie one of them up, the Captain intervened slightly, as he stepped over to tug at the leather strap whilst he spoke “Sie werden sie beiden damit festbinden, eine Versuche, laufen, zu, muss er zu das andere tragen” Rafael said quickly, almost in time with his hands, as his crafty hands made short work of slipping and sliding the long leather strap between both the male’s wrists and forearms, which they’d so kindly placed behind their backs without word.

Stepping away from the prisoners, Rafael pointed to Private Leon and ushered him over to help Hans guard the two weary looking men. Walking towards his other two men, who draped their rifles slightly from the closeness of the Captain (worried they’d hit him or offend him), Rafael nodded and watched as his Scout party took off ahead and before he knew it, one of his men were already flagging him down. “Stimmen Sie, wir werden einziehen eine Spalte, zu behalten Sie die Gefangenen vor Ihnen stets - sieht irgendetwas verdächtig, zu berichten, werden Sie mich sofort warnen. Okay? Gehen wir” as the Captain pushed from off his heels to take a steady pace forwards, so did his men, with the Prisoners on toe.


Translations:[/b]

Erst werden Sie alle auf schärfen und werden machen, als Ihres erzählt hat, habe ich Sie von Brechen der Keilsformung nicht entlassen
~ Firstly, you'll all sharpen up and do as your told, i did not dismiss you from breaking the wedge formation

Nichtbeachtung und Verlassen Ihres Offiziers im trägt offen concequences, nicht nur für mich, aber Sie!
~ Disregarding and leaving your officer in the open carries concequences, not just for me, but you!

Ohne mich, werden Sie auf kopflose Hühner reduziert werden - bindet jetzt jenen Gefangenen auf!
~ Without me, you will be reduced to headless chickens - now tie that prisoner up!

Sie werden sie beiden damit festbinden, eine Versuche, laufen, zu, muss er zu das andere tragen.
~ You'll tie both of them up with that, if one tries to run, he'll have to carry the other.

Stimmen Sie, wir werden einziehen eine Spalte, zu behalten Sie die Gefangenen vor Ihnen stets - sieht irgendetwas verdächtig, zu berichten, werden Sie mich sofort warnen. Okay? Gehen wir.
~ Okay, we'll move in a column, keep the prisoners in front of you at all times - see anything suspicious to report, you'll warn me immediately. Okay? Let's go.

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

CJ held his first position a little longer then needed, looking back at the formation the Captain had chosen to move out with. He checked the positions of the other scouts as well, they where all doing as ordered. CJ walked along the left side of the path, Burkhard on the right, together they scanned the ground, trees, and bushed for anything out of the ordinary. The first wined in the path was coming up, so far they had found nothing to show the path was guarded or trapped.

The Path curved around to the left on an almost perfect 90-degree angle, CJ stopped, lowering to his knees, Burkhard did the same and so did the other two on the track. Something was wrong; the gaps between trees had a minimal of foliage between them, yet at the corner there was a sudden density of bushes and shrubbery. He held up a closed fist to tell the Scouting party to hold position while he began to move further away from the path, with careful, silent steps CJ walked up to the corner from behind. And spotted a pair of shoes poking out from the bush. Sharp eyes stared for a few seconds before the outline of a person was found. He could see him, laying there hidden in the ghuillie suit and waiting, the barrel of a Mig was aimed at the corner. An Ambush.

He looked around, there was no else hiding on this side of the path. He reached down to grab the training knife he had to replace his real one, and crept forward, the soldier must have sensed something cause he rolled over just as CJ was about to grab him, But the soldier had no chance, the knife was at his throat within seconds and CJ whispered. "Getötet, erstach in der Kehle." The soldier knew he could not talk his way out of it, and it was a silent kill so he couldn't call out to warn the others, he simply lay back and stained still.

From the Machine gunners position CJ could see another gunner across the path. Together they would have caught the Captain in a crossfire. Slowly CJ moved back to the path and crossed it to Burkhard. "Es gibt eine Machinegunner versteckt in den Büschen gleich um die Ecke, schleichen herum und nehmen ihn stillschweigend, wenn er eine Aufnahme aller Brände in der Gegend wird wissen, wo wir sind." He gave him the knife before Burkhard moved off into the trees and he waved Claus and Gerwulf forward before returning to the left side of the path again. As Claus rounded the corner they heard the click of a bolt sliding a round into the chamber, but the shot never came. A few seconds later Burkhard walked out of the Machinegun nest, knife in hand and a very disappointed look on the man he had just 'killed'.

Burkhard returned the knife and they continued on. A small whisper from Claus caused them to stop again. CJ turned around to see him pointing at the ground in front of him, until now the path had been clear of leafs, but a few had been scattered around. CJ walked back to them, he knew how to spot a mine, not defuse one. "Gerwulf, warten hier und sagen, der Captain zum Spaziergang durch diesen Teil des Pfades, auch ihm sagen, wenn er jeden Winkel Blätter auf dem Boden zu gehen um sie herum, wie sie auch sein mögen Minen." They continued on while Gerwulf waited for the Captain, he would catch up in a moment.

Burkhard stopped suddenly, dropping to a knee. He pointed at a spot on the ground about two meters ahead. CJ followed his finger and saw it, a Grenade sat stuck in the ground, the pin was almost out and had a thin wire tied to it, crossing the path. CJ smiled and Burkhard and gave him a nod before walking forward to find a better hidden grenade on his side, the wire was tied to both pins, trip the wire and both grenades go off. He whispered to Burkhard. "Halten Sie die Pin in der Granate, wenn es darum geht, werfen sie nur so weit weg wie möglich." As burkhard wrapped his hand around the grenade and slipped his finger into the loop of the pin, CJ reached down and did the same. He used his wooden knife to dig out the ground around the Grenade until the braces came lose; he removed the grenade and took it over to Burkhard's. Pushing the pins the whole way in he left them on the ground in plane view.

Judging by the map in his mind there would be a good sniper position coming up. As he neared it he could see it was not occupied, they continued on. Moving carefully as they reached the half way mark.


OOC: If Im going to slow just let me know..... Im trying to make it as interesting as possable.


Translation:

1. Dead, Knifed in the throat.

2. There's a Machinegunner hiding in the bushes just around the corner, sneak around and take him out silently, if he fires a shot everyone in the area will know where we are.

3. Gerwulf, wait here and tell the Captain to walk around this part of the path, also tell him if he spots any leafs on the ground to walk around them as they may be mines.

4. Hold the pin in the grenade, if it comes out just throw it as far away as you can.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Don't delete this thread, i'll post soon. Sorry. If not, we can always start another? I'd hate for things to run dry, Sorry again, been busy!

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

No Worries, We'll keep this open as long as we can.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Sorry if my post is bland, not sure what to type, been a while since i've posted in this thread.


The Captain lingered behind his two subordinates that stood before him, their rifles at waist height, but lowered enough that they wouldn’t accidentally pop a round off towards their scouting party up ahead, if their trigger finger/s were to prevail a slip or a sharp motion took to their posture; which may accidentally cause a round to go off. Sure, they were blanks, but the Captain drilled his orders into everyone, the situation was to be made as realistic as possible, so having their weapons trained low was necessary in his case.

Glaring into the foliage around himself, the Captain remained adamant and stern, knowing fully well the scouting party could’ve missed something on their trek a good distance in front of them. He knew their adversaries were wise also, if they saw a scouting party linger past - without a CO or NCO, it was clear they wouldn’t engage, in most cases, depending upon their stealth. Rafael couldn’t help but grin to himself, knowing if the scouting party had missed a simple sniper in the neck of the woodlands, he himself could be hit with a blank - before the inevitable call out ‘Shot your CO!’ would be echoed out for all of them to hear, if the male didn’t continue shooting blank rounds at them, to clear all of the crack squad that was left.

Why ambush a Scouting party when patience could bring you the real deal? Well, Rafael knew the consequences all too keenly, so he could only pray the scouting party he’d assigned were doing their job well, a lump forming in his throat as one of his men turned to tap the Captain on the forearm, pointing up ahead towards Gerwulf who stood lonesome. Perhaps the Corporal had left him behind as discipline? Or maybe it was another trap; his scouts ambushed silently and now the trap was laid, one of his men forced to stand in the open, to bait them inwards. Anything was possible in the game of war, so Rafael held his fist up, a silent motion to stop abruptly, as everyone fell to one knee, their keen eyes piercing off into the foliage, whilst the Captain shuffled towards one of his front men.

“Kurt, bewegen Sie auf, recon auf der Position von Gerwulf”, Kurt gave a displeasing look, knowing he’d be next to be shot if it were a trap, but obeying orders, he pushed up to his feet and trotted along the dirt path quietly, keeping a low posture as he approached the male who remained within his position. The two men seemed to talk a little, a few hand gestures from Gerwulf, before finally Private Kurt turned towards the small column, waving his hand up in a gesture to come down - whilst Gerwulf turned on his heels to briskly re-join the Corporal’s scouting party up ahead.

Rafael glanced between all the men around him, nodding a little as he uttered out “Bewegen Sie auf”, the small column moving briskly upwards, as the Captain made haste in being informed on the situation. Kurt grinned a little and fell back into position, lingering closely to the Captain as he spoke “Der Obergefreite auf voraus berichtete Minen, sind wir, herum zu bewegen”[/i] Kurt’s nimble slim finger pointed out towards the leaf patches on the floor, the Captain quickly nodding as he looked around a little to say “Schreiten Sie aus zwei Höfen von einander, Bewegung um das Laub auf dem Pfad ab. Minen sind berichtet worden” as the Captain told the rest of the situation, they automatically spaced out and moved carefully around the suspicious terrain that’d been reported, the Captain himself taking heed in quickly passing.

After passing the mines and straying back onto the track slowly, the formation remained spaced out, the Captain holding his gun tightly as they passed an enemy soldier sitting in a ditch, having been killed. The men chuckled a little and grinned, but soon enough, the formation drew to a stop as something laid in the open on the pathway. Grenades? Without word, the Captain threw his arm out and gestured with his hand to move around, his men were good at reading his silent signals, something he strained to teach them strictly; moving around, they followed the path again, the Captain smiling to himself quietly, finding it fantastic that everyone was doing their jobs very well. For now.


Translations:[/b]

Kurt, bewegen Sie auf, recon auf der Position von Gerwulf.
~ Kurt, move up, recon on Gerwulf's position.

Bewegen Sie auf
~ Move up

Der Obergefreite auf voraus berichtete Minen, sind wir, herum zu bewegen.
~ The Corporal up ahead reported mines, we're to move around.

Schreiten Sie aus zwei Höfen von einander, Bewegung um das Laub auf dem Pfad ab. Minen sind berichtet worden.
~ Pace out two yards from one another, move around the foliage on the pathway. Mines have been reported.