Target Practice

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

OOC: Yeah. Don’t mean it horrible, but if someone becomes inactive, it’s not our fault they become written out of the thread. We did wait a while.

IC:

As the Lieutenant strode along with brisk long legged steps, his head continuously glanced up to the skies above, paranoid to what may be lurking ahead. Fixating his eyes upon the figurine of the Sergeant who began to do something useful, unlike his own men, the comforting sound of retaliation fire beckoned through the cavern of his ears and a small grin became apparent upon Liam’s face - at least the Sergeant had experience with weaponry. Most appointed NCOs and COs for that matter earned their rank through exams, just so they became quick replacements for those already fallen, no, this man looked worthy to earning his rank through the ‘German Exam’.

Taking a low posture, ducking off towards the side of the road, the Lieutenant tried to avoid the overhead strafing aircraft’s firing, or line of sight for that matter. Soon enough the Sergeant barked towards his confused and disgruntled soldiers, lost without their CO and followed what they were told to do quickly. The Lieutenant wasn’t too far from the jeep, but it was a delightful sight to see the rust-bucket making up the small few yards between himself and the distance further he had to run.

Licking his lips and facing the man that jumped out to help him in!? Liam grasped the lapel of his uniform and pushed him backwards from out of his way, causing the male to stagger ever so slightly. Jumping into the passenger seat, he then proceeded to push the driver out of the door, ushering him out quickly. “Don’t you ruddy think for one moment I’m letting you drive! Now get in the back!” the driver somewhat nodded, as if he expected it and grappled onto the hard metal side of the jeep, hoisting himself up, whilst the other male who tended to try and help a hand, climbed back into the passenger seat. Most of the men kept their heads low and held their mouths open, trying to drown out the deafening noise of the mounted 30.Cal above their heads. Space was tight.

Shifting the gear-stick into gear and yanking the steering wheel sideways, the Lieutenant glanced back to the Sergeant and shouted piercingly loud, his voice well and truly reaching above the firing of the heavy gun - somehow! “Keep firing Sergeant! Welton, you’re the Sergeant’s Spit Roaster, so handle that ammunition if he needs it! -- Hold on boys!” and without much more warning, he hit the acceleration and sent the Jeep into a sudden catapulting force forwards. As the Lieutenant grew a menacing look behind the steering wheel again, he temporarily took a hand from off the steering and began shuffling inside his pocket for another cigarette, pulling one out briskly and planting it upon his lips, sucking on the dry tobacco, savouring the scent and taste, surprisingly not being anymore daring to try and find a lighter.

Briskly moving along the road, the Lieutenant’s eyes caught wind of a small black blob ahead and suddenly pulled the unlit cancer stick away from his mouth, yelling “TWELVE O’CLOCK!”, his hands yanking on the steering wheel again, pushing the jeep off down the embankment side as the spit fighter began to fire along the road…

[Daniel Brennan]

Daniel looked on with amusement, as the lieutenant pushed the man who had tried to help him back into the jeep, and then hopped into the drivers seat. Apparently he wasn't one of those officers who just leave their men to do everything. The old driver pulled himself back into the back where he flopped on the floor. Daniel fired a few short bursts randomly into the air, trying to provide some covering fire for the exposed vehicle. He nodded his thanks at Welton, who had come up to help him, and he fired another burst of fire at a plane which had just swooped overhead.

The jeep was moving forward at a fast pace and he could only barely see the furrows in the ground from the earlier attacks. Daniel nearly laughed, but managed not to, when the officer was even as daring as to try and fish a cigarette out of his pocket while driving at this speed. One of the privates shouted out a warning as one of the fighters suddenly appeared in front of them. He was about to open fire, when the lieutenant yanked the wheel side-ways, sending the jeep off the embankment and nearly throwing one of the soldiers in the back right off the vehicle. The jeep almost flew down the small slope, barely missing a tree at the bottom.

The jeep stopped moving after a few seconds, it had rolled right between two trees, and was now practically hidden by it's canopy. The confused planes stayed circling above. They would see where the jeep was, soon. Daniel kept the gun silent, hoping that the fighters would leave, but they appeared to have no intention of doing that. "What now, sir?" Daniel asked the lieutenant, hoping he would have some kind of idea.

OOC - Hope that isn't counted as God modding .

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

OOC: No, that’s not God-Moding at all! =)

IC:

The embankment was a steep slope and the Lieutenant’s hands grasped at the steering wheel in sheer terror for a brief few seconds, as his hands lashed the cumbersome steering wheel sideways, his foot hitting the breaks and his face scrunching to the horror of hitting what seemed to be large trees their vehicle cascaded past narrowly, before inevitably, the vehicle came to a stop - thankfully without fault!

Taking a hard gulp, the British commando leaned back in his seat and slowly let his grip fall from the steering wheel, a hard pant of breath leaving his lips as he pulled the red beret from off his thick minded skull. “Blimey…” he mumbled to himself slightly, twisting his body around to look at everyone quickly, making a quick count of heads, making sure they left no one behind and no one fell out on the torturous journey. “Everyone okay!?” asked the Lieutenant quickly, for the first time seeming a little non-hot headed, whilst he looked towards the Sergeant on the 30.Cal, who questioned what to do next.

Ignoring the question for a brief moment, he paid more attention in finding his lighter, as he slipped out the Silver-Cased lighter from inside his top pocket, making a quick flint with his rugged thump, to roll the naked flame across the end of his cigarette, taking a long inhale of the tobacco. Pausing for a think in between, he casually turned in his seat again and slipped another cigarette out, handing it towards the Sergeant slowly, trading a quick smile. “You’ve earned that Sergeant, good shooting” he complimented somewhat, the men’s faces trading aggravated stares, once again watching another American get a cigarette from the Lieutenant. Something they never received from him.

Listening to the circling aircrafts above, the Lieutenant looked around quietly, the trees being too narrow and placed together to drive any deeper into the woodlands with the jeep. Something that would prove difficult to co-ordinate between the foliage and trees. Pulling a thoughtful look, the Lieutenant plucked the cigarette from his lips and blew a small cloud of smoke. “Alright, looks like we’re gonna’ have to go through the woods men and I’d be damned to leave the jeep for Jerry to take” firmly announced the Lieutenant, who began to shift the gear-stick into place, softly pushing his foot against the pummel of the accelerator to cause the engine to hum. “Hawks, Grove, jump out and help me get this girl through the trees - Sergeant, stay on the gun and keep your eyes open” ordered the Lieutenant, as Hawks and Grove grumbled to jump from out of the jeep, lumbering their rifles over the shoulders to walk up-front, waving their hands a little in gesture to enough space and no space.

OOC:
If you’d like, you can Mod some enemy NPCs into this thread. I know it’s beneath the Neutral area and such, but it makes it more thrilling. Your choice.

[gothic]

The boy had spent most of the day wandering aimlessly. Shamefully he had gotten lost from his platoon, actually, they were all dead. Or, wait. He didn't really know for sure. In a blind daze Malcolm had walked around, terrified and wondering what was happening to him. His body ached as he was growing weary, it had been almost a week since he was separated. No sigh of them and God help him, he had encountered none of the enemy. Quivering as he hid behind a tree, before seeing a vehicle and letting out a gasp of fear. Hiding behind the tree, he took a better look at ir. Wait it was a British! A BRITISH TANK! He was saved at last! Letting out a gasp and being driven by a mixture of fear and determination to reach it.

He was un-armed, a barely trained medic with little combat experience and even then he had no courage under fire. Malcolm would probably he better suited to working within a clinic or a hospital, but he was determined to see the battles out. Hopefully his foolishness won't cause him to loose his life and that of a fellow soldier.

Running out the woodlands shouting I'M BRITISH! DON'T SHOOT!............... I'M A MEDIC!! With his arms fliailing around helpless. Common sense would say not to do this, but Malcolm wasn't exactly one for common sense. Behind him there were shots fired, as Malcolm run having no idea about how to repel the shots.

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC - "You've earned that Sergeant, good shooting" I'm sure I heard something like that in CoD 2

Daniel gave the lieutenant a surprised look at the compiment and an even more surprised look when he offered him a cigarette. Still, he gratefuly accepted it, imedietly putting up to his lips, taking a long drag at it. He sighed happily to himself and decided that it was much better being on Brentwoods good side, than his bad side. The soldier that had nearly been knocked off, earlier cursed to himself, muttering something about having a bruised arse. Welton and a few of the other men looked on enviously at Daniels cigarette, now held tightly in his mouth. Hawks and Grove jumped out of the vehicle, giving it a little push, to get it going, before jumping back on the slowly moving jeep.

Shots were fired in the distance; Daniel couldn't tell if they were German or Allied, but he still looked around nervously, hoping that there wasn't more enemy units in the area. After a few seconds of silence, Daniel spoke up, "Sir, this vehicle would be an easy target to ambush. If those were Germans, and if they have AT weapons, then they could blow us to hell before we even noticed them." Daniel nervously took a long drag out of his cigarette again, at this rate there wouldn't be any left in a few minutes. "Maybe you could have one man a few metres in front, one man a few metres behind, and one at each side. We have a bigger chance at seeing any enemys then and if the jeep does get taken out, then there will still be four men left." Daniel looked at the lieutenant, wondering if he was going to use his idea, or just reject it. Daniel had heard about other COs who had lost half their men because they were too stuck-up to take any advice from the enlisted men, no matter how good the advice was.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps was heard and every single man in the back of the jeep cocked his weapon in the direction it was coming from. A man jumped out of the foliage yelling loudly that he was a medic, but luckily the men stopped themselves from shooting him when they heard his - obviously English - accent. "Be a bit quieter" Daniel muttered to the man, while holding out his hand to help the British soldier up. He didn't look like he was old enough to join the army at all, but nobody said anything about it. "Sergeant Brennan, nice to meet ya. As you may have guessed, I'm not with this lot at all," He said guestering to the different uniforms and weapons of the other men in the jeep.

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

The Lieutenant steadied the vehicle through and between the trees, his two men upfront walking backwards now and again to look back at the jeep, making hand-movements and gestures to the tightly knitted the trees. Not only did co-ordinate the jeep through, but pick and select certain ways in which the jeep would move, a small concealed embankment or ditch would have them pushing a heavy weight… Liam’s eyes narrowed and his ears perked to the Sergeant talking, suggesting he split his men up into scouting parties around the jeep, but before the Lieutenant could even open his smoker’s mouth to reply, gunfire took the midst of the air and a young lad came running through hysterically.

Hitting the breaks, he leaned back in his seat and watched the young man approach the jeep, the Sergeant speaking to him and helping him. “Sergeant, get your hands back on that gun - we’ll have to do greeting later” said the Lieutenant stiffly as he leaned forwards to look into the distance, seeing figures bounce around between the trees. Hawks and Grove suddenly darted behind some foliage as projectiles began to bounce from off the ground around them, the crackling noises of the rifles echoing between all the trees. “Sergeant, twelve O’Clock!” shouted the Lieutenant as he suddenly yanked the gear-stick into reverse, rearing up a little between some trees he’d just driven through for better cover.

Hawks and Grove began to panic a little also, hastily running out from behind cover to head back towards the jeep, narrowly ducking to avoid the zipping overhead projectiles, but as they just about neared the jeep, Hawks cried out in a world of pain as a rifle round slit through his arm; Grove immediately catching him in half motion of falling, lumbering him half heartedly over his shoulder to help pull along. “Anytime today Sergeant!” hollered the Lieutenant as he hastily jumped out of the jeep, running over to the two men staggering through the dirt, pulling Hawks towards the back of the jeep, his eyes immediately catching the Medic they now harboured “Medic! Get him looked at! Grove, get in the ruddy-jeep!” continued the Lieutenant as he ran back around to the driver’s side, only just about getting into the jeep when what must’ve been a stray bullet hit the tree beside him, causing the Lieutenant to flinch and duck a little.

German voices bellowed out in the distance and the Lieutenant wasn’t going to stay around for the fight of unknown X-amount of enemies that could be advancing their way through the woodlands. Shifting the gear-stick again, he hit the accelerator and listened to the revving of the engine, but the jeep wasn’t reversing!? Mud spattered from the behind tires and small ditch holes began to emerge - crap! They were stuck!

[gothic]

Shivering, he scurried towards the vehicle, through the mud and well whatever muck was on the ground. It was hard to believe that his pale skin could be paler, he was drained with the fear and panic. His weaker hand took the older man's stronger one, as he awkwardly helped himself into the vehicle. Looking at the man who had helped him in, nodding as he would try to be quiet. He had no idea what to do. Y-y-yes Sir! he stammered, shifttly awkwardly and covering his ears at the weapons fire. Malcolm Walker Sir, ... I- I don't know where the rest of my platoon are

The boy nodded hastily to the Lieutenant as the other medic began to examine him. Malcolm knew that there was nothing physically wrong with him, he was just feared out of his wits. The medic who examined him yelled out. He's fine Sir! Just a bit shook up!. Malcolm sat, shifting awkwardly, hearing the gunfire. Pull yourself together Malcolm! You're around grown men and they're going to think of you as a coward. For God's sake do your job! Looking around at the men, most of them were already patched up by the medic already Now feeling entirely useless he sighed, no weapon so he couldn't fire at the faceless enemy.

When the car began to move he smiled, they would soon be back at the base camp where they would be safe and he would be able to find out what happened to his platoon. Then suddenly, his body jerked. What on earth?! It felt they were stuck. He cried out, not waiting for orders What do we do Sir?!

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC – Sir for officers; lieutenants, Captains etc.

At the lieutenant’s orders, Daniel hastily turned his attention away from the new arrival and back to the Machine-gun. He held down on the trigger for a few seconds to provide some covering fire as the vehicle started to move again. The foliage around them was being flattened from both sides, and the small clearing they were in was getting noticeably bigger. A figure moved in the bushes to his left, and Daniel quickly swivelled, to give it a small burst of bullets. The Germans didn’t appear to have any heavy weaponry, but there was a lot more of them then there was Allies. A bullet whizzed past Daniel’s face, and embedded itself into the floor of the jeep, causing him to duck down for a second.

Private Hawks and Private Grove broke cover and ran to the jeep, with projectiles flying through the air around them. Hawks went down with a bullet in the shoulder, and the Lieutenant had rushed out of the vehicle, before anyone could stop him. Daniel watched with his mouth open, as he rushed over to Hawks, and brought him back to the jeep without getting hit, himself. Daniel squeezed the trigger for about five seconds, providing some covering fire for the lieutenant, and hoping to gain some sort of respite from the constant firing. Hawks was thrown into the back, and the young medic was asked to look after him, while the lieutenant got back into the front again.

The engine revved, but the jeep stayed where it was, it’s wheels caught in the mud. Daniel waited for a second to see if the wheels would get traction by themselves, but it didn’t look like it. He tapped Welton and Grove on their shoulders, and pointing out the back. ”Out,” He said, jumping out himself. ”Help me push this thing.” The men looked uncertainly at one another. ”Now,” Daniel said, louder. The men hopped out of the jeep, leaning against the rear of it, trying to make it go. Some of the men on the jeep provided covering fire with their rifles. The jeep lurched forwards, just a small bit, but it was enough. The tyres found hard ground and the jeep started going forwards again. Daniel jumped back up onto it, as it left the small clearing behind.

The jeep wasn’t going close to its top speed, but it was still going fast enough. Daniel hoped that it wouldn’t crash into one of the trees that they were narrowly missing. The jeep left the sounds of battle behind them; the German’s didn’t even bother to give chase. ”Do you have a map sir?” Daniel asked the lieutenant. ”I honestly don’t have a clue where we are…”

[alexander]

(Ouch. So much for no man left behind. Sorry for my absence. Bad computer problems and school work. Hopefully I'll be able to be more active now though.)

Alex stood there, watching Brentwood chewing out the other officer. It was quite a spectacle for him. Back in training the only people officers chewed out were the privates, such as himself. He was still green, after all, having just landed after the beaches of Normandy had been taken. Then, before he knew it all hell had broken loose. There was a yell about planes, and Private Kellson stared at the sky, seeing the three fighters flying toward them. Three fighters, wasn't good. However, though there were shouts to get down, Alex simply stood there, his gaze fixed at the sky.

The first shots went right around him, and he heard the whizzing bullets pass him by and chip the paint from the jeep next to him. He should have pissed himself. He should have been running away, been terrified, but instead, all he could think about was how this was his first encounter with Jerry, and he couldn't even shoot back. He pulled his rifle up, and began to fix the plane between his sights. The next thing he knew he felt a hand grasp him by the shoulder and pull him down. "Ya' bloody yank!" was all he heard as he was dragged into a ditch by one of Brentwoods commandos.

The private looked at the plane again, and watched the bullets tear away the ground on which he was just standing. The British man had just saved his life. He gulped, suddenly realizing the truth of the whole situation. His eyes gazed the surrounding fields until he found what he was looking for. Grabbing the commando by the shoulder he hoisted him up and pointed to a big whole made by a grenade explosion. This place wasn't a practice zone for just small arms. They ran for it and Alex realized that he had lost the cigarette a while ago, and he sorely missed it. Looking behind him he saw dirt being kicked up by more air fire.

They jumped into the ditch not a moment to soon, and now they were maybe fifty feet from the jeep. The commando was searching for his superior officer desperately, and Alex pointed him out, screaming orders, and then he saw the lesser officer manning the thirty cal. Then men, or commandos rather, began to pop out of their holes and make their way to the jeep. "So did we just run all this way for nothin'?" He asked the British man, who responded, "Looks like it mate. Right then, Tally ho." With that they each grabbed the others shoulder, hoisted one another up, and made another mad dash toward the jeep.

They were in the jeep, and they were all waiting. Alex was at the wheel, the rest of them in what he supposed were their regular spots, when the orders were shouted. "Drive down to pick up the lieutenant!" Immediately he cranked the jeep, smashed the gas and clutch to put the vehicle in gear, and sped off toward the Lieutenants position. "You know how to drive then, innit?" One of the commando's asked, a look of sheer disbelief of his face, which was only beaten by the look he got on his face once Alex responded. "This is only my third time behind the wheel."

They made it to the Lieutenants position in record time, and Alex began to shout orders before he even knew what he was doing. "Get him in, come on, let's move! move! move!"

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

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CP Issue

Brentwood - 11 CP

Brennan - 9 CP

Kellson - 7 CP

Walker - 4 CP