World War II: The Offensive

[Samuikion]

Prologue (because I feel like it)
[June 6, 1944]

The boat stank of salt water, barf, and fear. Its occupants shift restlessly as the shores of Normandy came into view. All is quiet, but each and every one of them knew that he is heading into a land crawling with Germans. The gate opens, and the soldiers pour out: right into the cross-hairs of the waiting Germans.

Machine guns firing from pillboxes and hidden locations mow down Allied soldiers as they scramble for cover. Mortars began sending their deadly destruction. Many died without a sound. Others did not even step off the ramp. The rest huddle behind obstacles or lay on the ground, shocked to see their own blood.

"So many travel so far, but only catch a glimpse of their destination."

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Corporal Stephen Rivers crawled along the line of wounded, helping to pick out the wounded that needed more medical attention than others. His hands were bloodied from the wounds of several American soldiers, but only managed to save one of them.

He has seen enough carnage - enough to last him a lifetime. The one thing that Cpl. Rivers wants to do the most is go back home to his wife and settle down with a family. But dreams do not come overnight, especially in times of war.

[Hunter]

Lieutenant DuFontaine looked out through one of the windows of the concrete pillboxes that were laid across the beach. He could see Allied soldiers dying and searching for cover from the fire of their MG42s. He saw one of his comrades hesitate to fire his MG42, Alec figured he couldn't fire at someone. There was no room for these. Alec took out his Webley revolver, a weapon he took from a British soldier he killed back in 1939 at Dunkirk, and shot the German gunner. He then assigned another to replace him. "Fire upon the Americans, schnell!"

[T.J]

Captain Tyler Mackay layed back flat on the inside of a crater formed by a mortar shell. He had barley gotten of the higgens boat before it exploded in a ball of fire and shrapnel. He had almost drown in the water but was able to get himself onto dry land before he succumed to the cold darkness.

Bullets wizzed over the mouth of the crater as he loaded several shells into his springfield. He was going to try and snipe the machine gunners in the main bunkers to give the other soldiers some time to move up. He said a small prayer before rolling on his stomach and sticking his gun and head over the rim of the crater. He slowly looked moved the gun as he looked through the scope, trying despretly to slow his frantic breathing so he could take a clear shot. He lined up a shot and fire, just missing the machine gunner, hitting the concrete infront of him. he quickly discharged the shell and slid the bolt back to load a new one before looking through his scope again and finding his target, this time he completely stopped breathing before shooting. Hitting the gunner right in the chest. He probably killed the gunner, but he was aiming for the head when he fired. He quickly reloaded and looked for another target.

[Ols]

Captain James Gaze was British by birth, but he had been one of only a handful of his kin put into the US units, in exchange for a few Americans going the other way. It unsettled him to be without his own squad; the men whom he had led to victory in Africa and the men whom he had withdrawn alongside at Dunkirk. He remembered that horrific day as if it were yesterday. He was a Second Lieutenant then, fresh from school and eager for the fight, if only he had known what was to come. On his men's withdrawal they had run headlong into a German patrol, and as they withdrew their commanding officer and cousin of James had been shot dead by one of the Germans. The rest had escaped safely, no doubt thanks to James laying down a heavy burst of covering fire, remaining behind all of his men and luckily escaping the enemy. He burned for his cousin; he had been in his unit since his graduation, and had known him since he was just a boy, he idolised him.

The boat rocked on a wave and James, back in the present, checked the mag in his rifle. He had affixed the scope, he may need it for those pillboxes. He was the CO on this boat, in the second wave of troops, and he was commanding Americans he had met only the day before. He cocked his rifle with a satisfying click. All of a sudden her heard the shouts of his own officers; they were there. His heart in his mouth, the thrill of battle beginning to flow throw his veins he crouched and looked up at the cliffs with his scope. He spied numerous MG42 nests and groaned. The boat stopped and he aimed at the closest nest, the one pointing at his own boat. The drawbridge dropped, "Move! Weave and duck, get to cover on the beach head!" he shouted, finding aim at the gunner. He clicked the trigger and through the scope he saw the spray of blood as his bullet found its mark in the German's head. He took a deep breath and ran with his men, stepping over the dead bodies of comrades already felled.

[SIN]

Within his own concrete pillbox, Maximilian was firing restlessly at the advancing Americans. His elite training allowed him to fire with unmatched accuracy an impressive amount of rounds per minute. Fervently he tried to spot officers and medics through the throng of american soldiers. If the americans could be made leaderless, they then would never be able to break through the german line.

[Samuikion]

Rivers winced as a mortar round mutilated the body of an Allied soldier, blood spattering in all directions. He looked up and down the line of huddling Allied soldiers. The corporal desperately wanted to get out of this fight, but the soldiers needed the morale to stand up to MG42s and mortars. There simply was too little cover!

A comrade beside him flopped down, shot several times by a machine gun. The medic quickly checked for a pulse. The thump of his heart slowed to a stop as he felt. Another one is gone. Letting the body to rest back on the ground, Rivers scooted the body behind the obstacle to allow other soldiers to try to cram into what little cover there is. How much he hated machine guns! The rattle of bullets on steel brought promise of a quick death, being the bane of many soldiers ever since it has been introduced in its rawest form.

A mortar round obliterated one of the steel obstacles, killing some and severely wounded other soldiers crouched behind it. Omaha is simply a slaughterhouse.

Another round exploded in front of Rivers. The medic took the temporary cover to advance a little. The machine gun trailed his movement as the dirt shot up by the mortar came back to earth. Luckily, the medic evaded all of the shots. Luck that would probably never come twice in a row.

[Imperator]

Marcus laid prone atop one of the bluffs covered to make it near impossible for one of the snipers on the beach to spot him much less hit him. He ignored most of the soldiers on the beach knowing that they would be simply gunned down by the MG42s. Instead his targets were the Allied snipers. They were easy prey, but prey none the less. He accentuated this thought by pulling the trigger on his Gewehr 43 and dropped a sniper right before he got off a shot off on the pillboxes. He then sighted in and dropped a soldier wearing a British uniform while carrying a scoped rifle before he even left the boat. Marcus began to wear a minor smile as he got into the rhythm of moving his rifle and dropping allied snipers.

[Ols]

James dived forward out of the boat, crashing to the floor, a round whizzing centimeters above his head. He laid on the floor as he lay among the dead, waiting for whoever had shot at him to believe he was dead. When he was sure he was clear for the minute he picked himself up and ran to a piece of cover large enough for three men, on the beach itself, slinging his rifle and taking up his sub-machine gun. He cradled it, looking back at the boats, looking for any of his own men. He called out, "Push forward!" he gestured to a Corporal with a BAR and gestured to him, "you, on me!" he then looked elsewhere, "get smokescreens up, now!" saying this he ripped a smoke grenade from his own bandoleer, pulled the pin and lobbed it forwards, waiting.

[Hunter]

Lieutenant DuFontaine took off his officer's hat and combed his hair back into the proper style. He then walked into room which held a wooden table and a radio. At the radio was a German communications officer. Alec tapped the communications officer on the shoulder and spoke into his ear. "Alert them of our situation. The Allies have launched an invasion and are attempting to break beyond Fortress Europe." Alec then went back out into the hall of the pillbox which was full of windows with German machine gunners manning MG42s. Alec took a Kar98 from a comrade and aimed at a medic helping a wounded soldier. He killed the wounded soldier with a shot in the neck. He then shot the medic with two fast paced shots in center torso and lower belly, the medic would die, slowly and painfully, just how Alec wanted. "Heil Hitler! For the Reich and the Fuhrer!" he cried to his men to boost their moral.

[Imperator]

Marcus searched the beach for a second and saw a group of men lobbing smoke grenades up to try and cover their advance. He saw a glint of metal off the the neck of one and rewarded that man's rank with a bullet through his throat. He also noticed that there were a few British soldiers down there, and immediately killed one of them by putting a bullet through the man's head. He put another one down by shooting him in the chest. Figuring that group was at least stalled Marcus began to look for more snipers on the beach and spoke to himself, "What easy prey this is. I almost wish some of them would get off the beach so that I could hunt them down in a fair fight." He then hearcd a fellow German proclaim his allegiance to Hitler. Then like any loyal german he too proclaimed "Heil, Hitler."

[T.J]

Tyler knew staying put as a sniper was a really bad idea. But he really didnt have any other choice, enmey fire cam down as if it was rain. The pill box he had been shooting at seemed to have an infinite amount german troops as they kept replacing the ones he shot. He would keep his fire up, they would run out of men soon enough. He slammed the bolt back into place in infrustration. He was considerablely more calm now, but still had a sharp eye out for enemy snipers. He shot another german gunner that fell forwards and out of the pill box, falling to the ground. Placing another round into the head of a german shoulder that took the fallen ones place shortly after.

[Ols]

((All officers took their rank insignia off for engagements for that precise purpose...and how you saw through a smoke grenade and managed to shoot through steel is a trick you must share...))

James winced as the soldier next to him fell forwards, his dogtags on his shoulder, blood sputing from his neck, seeping into the sand beneath them. He turned to the soldier with the BAR and another with a sniper rifle, "Sniper on the top of the cliff; get fire on him now, get his head down!" The BAR rumbled, bullets spewing up and the crack of the sniper rifle told him he must have had a clear shot. James risked a quick peek and saw a figure on the top, scoped rifle in hand, clutching his arm. He ducked back down.

He steeled himself as the smokescreen expanded to their front. "All allied troops, prepare to advance through the smoke, stop in cover at the foot of the cliffs." He counted to three, "prepare to move!" he shouted to the remaining troops, he would have guessed about sixty five were still alive from the first two waves; the third would surely be arriving shortly, "MOVE!!!" the soldier next to him blew a whistle and all of the troops charged through the smoke as shadows towards the cliffs. James was in the middle. Apparently the smoke did not deter the Germans, stepping through the mass of corpses and craters. He did not slow until he broke out of the smoke and felt the cool rock face at his back. "Grappling hooks!" he gestured to the unit to his left, he then took the twenty men to his right, "Follow the cliff around to that crater, take cover in there, we'll be safe for the moment." They sprinted and James slid into the crater, barbed wire digging into his leg. He grit his teeth and ripped it out. "Heads down," he said to the men."

[Imperator]

((Sorry I cannot believe I foergot that officers take off their inisignia. Also it takes a second for smoke grenades to go off and then more time for the smoke to spread out enough to obscure the vision of someone who has the highground. I also did not shoot through steel, I shot people who had stood up to throw grenades after you did. I will edit my post in a second.))

[Ols]

((well the "shining" could have been the dead NPC's dogtags...that's why I wrote them in))

[disc100]

Bullets whizzed by Shane's head as he was in the boat, taking down many of his friends and even the defensive gunner at the back of the boat. When he got to the beach and the door opened, the rest of the squad was taken down, even the driver. He ran out of the boat, making sure he still had his radio, to some tank traps. He radioed back to USS Arkansas about the situation. As he finished talking, an eighty-eight shell blew up by him and sent him flying towards the shingle. He lost his grenades and helmet before he stood up and ran towards the shingle again.

When he got to the shingle itself, he tried to find an officer. "Any officers around?" he yelled, diving to the ground. "I have a radio! I need to find an officer!" he yelled again, hoping for an answer. No answer was coming so he decided to fire at the pillbox. He managed to disable an MG42 by hitting the front of it and then it's ammunition case. Also, he managed to shoot an officer in the leg, disabling him for part of the battle.

[Samuikion]

The smokescreen proved to be a lifesaver. The voice, coming from a British officer, ended up being the necessary morale booster that the troops needed. With the smokescreen up, it would be safer to advance in the face of machine gunners. A sniper hit a passing rifleman in the leg, dropping him next to Cpl. Rivers. The corporals quickly lunged forward, grabbed the injured soldier, and drag him to safety behind the steel obstacle.

Rivers went to work, pulling out pliers and gauze from his satchel. With the soldier’s back against the obstacle, the medic quickly closed in on the wound with his pliers, extracted the bullet, and applied a tourniquet over the leg to stop the bleeding. Once it stopped, he sanitized the wound the best he could, and wrapped bandages around it. He gave the soldier a nod while undoing the tourniquet. "You’ll be fine. Just stay off that leg as much as possible for the next hour."

Soldiers continue to charge past the two, reminding Rivers of his job, and of the battle. He sanitized his equipment and returned them into his satchel. On a count of three, Rivers bursts out of his hiding spot in order to follow the main strike force.

The combat medic never liked running around with a Red Cross symbol painted on his helmet. But there was the unwritten rule of not shooting a combat medic giving medical attention. A weird one too: Cpl. Rivers heard that the Japanese ignored this rule, and chose medics are their primary infantry targets. More than once, Rivers thanked God for not sending him to the horrific Pacific Campaign upon drafting, back in 1942.

The sound of a mortar round prompted him to turn his head. The victim was the rifleman that he patched up just seconds before. Except the soldier’s legs, and half of his arms, were not where they were supposed to be. Rivers returned his attention to the advancing battlefront, cursing to himself. The solemn, and scary, truth: a medic doesn’t always save their patients, even when his life is not threatened at the moment.

His helmet rang as a bullet glanced past it. It might be a sniper, but there is no good in finding out. Rivers made it to the cliff, turning around and pressing his back against it. The medic pulled out his M1911 Colt pistol and made sure it was loaded and safety off, just in case a jumpy Germany tries to peek over the cliff with a Kar98, or even an MP40.

Under the international laws set during the Geneva Convention, he is not to shoot unless it was for self-defense, in exchange for protection. Even so, Rivers has never been very fond of death, especially after seeing it for two years. And the international law does not seem to include world wars, demonstrated by the Japs.

Cpl. Rivers watched as several patches of soldiers along the cliff prepare grappling hooks. When the hooks were fired, most of them latched solidly onto some rock at the top of the landform.

((Sorry if the use of "Jap" is offensive to anyone.))

[T.J]

The call to advance and the smoke screen gave added relief to Tyler and those stuck in and behind cover around him. " Cmon men! Move up!" he yelled as he jumped up and sprinted for the safe cover of past the smoke screen. A majority of the men around him followed suit and they made it to the cliff where alot of other soldiers where preparing grappling hooks. When he got to the cliff he slung his gun on his shoulder and followed a couple other soldiers as they started their assent to the top of the cliff face.

[disc100]

Shane was running all over the shingle, looking for a single officer. He found a group of medics and decided that he'd be safe there. "Any of you see an officer around?" he asked, not being very loud. Then he saw a group of soldiers going towards the small cliff led by a captain, as he saw on the front of the helmet. "Never mind." he said as he ran up to the group. He made his way to the captain and said while saluting, "Sir, I am Private First Class Shane Lockner. I'm a radioman from the 16th regiment of the Fighting First." pointing to the patch on his left shoulder. "Where do you need me?" he asked.

[T.J]

Tyler would have normaly been startled by the private, but the heat of the battle seemed to change his awarness of his surrounding considerably. " No need to salute while where fighting" he said as he helped a soldier get a gappling hook attached. " We need all the muscle we can get for when we reach the top of this cliff, them crouts are gonna know were comming" He himself didnt have a grappling hook as it was lost in his swin to the beach.

OOC: sorry if anyone is offended by crout, just goin with the lingo of the time.

[Ols]

((I thought it was spelled "kraut"...though it hardly matters. And for what its worth, saluting during a war or in a warzone was and is severely punishable as it identifies an officer to every sniper and gunner around; this is what I get from being in the CCF...))

In the crater James cradled the thompson, looking around at the twenty or so Americans crowded around him. He could see the side of a machine gun nest guarding the only pathway up the cliffs on this stretch of the cliffs. He spoke to his men,

"We will separate into three groups, Baker team will consist of the snipers," he gestured to the three men with scoped rifles, "Charlie team will be led by me; when the snipers take out the MG42 nest we will continue up and secure it; Dog team," he indicated five men, "you willpush through the position and defend while we re-org. Any questions?" No one answered. "Okay then, on my first mark, snipers move out, and on the second, Charlie team will move out. Once Charlie team has moved, Dog count to ten and get up there, snipers I want you to follow them. Let's get up and start to win this war. Three...two...one...MARK!"

The snipers, quick as a flash paced it to the little cover where they could fire on the nest. "Covering fire!" shouted James and Charlie squad fired at the small bunker. Listening carefully he heard the random crack of the sniper rifles. He heard a small shout from the snipers, "MG down!"

"MARK!" screamed James, the first four men jumped up and over, James right behind them with the next few men; they took up positions in the nest of stone, Dog squad hot on their heels. One German was still alive, rasping and reaching for his pistol; James fired a short burst in his head and he squirmed no more, "Regroup!" the snipers followed Dog up and the twenty were ready to move the rest of the way up the path, on the other side of the Germans.

[Hunter]

Alec saw that a group of Americans that had split into three groups had began advancing through, and took out an MG42 nest to their right. "Americans, on the far right. Take them out! Schnell!" Alec took out his Webley and aimed at one of the American's wielding a BAR and fired at his right knee cap.

[T.J]

Tyler had taken charge of the sniper group, as he was the only captain in it at the time. He didnt object to the plan as he probably would have thought up close to the same thing. When they got to their positions and the soldier that seemed to take charge yelled mark, He lined up shot and fired several second before the other snipers could, quickly reloading and looking for more enemies. When regroup was called out he yelled for everyone to get their butts moving, he just didnt say it as nicely. They sprinted as fast as they could behind the other two teams and formed up quickly. Ready to take the offensive

[Ols]

As the last man arrived he roved his eyes around, "CASAMS?!" he yelled; no replies was good. Captain Gaze saw the man with the BAR, to the fore of their formation, roll over from his prone postition, clutching his knee. James looked up the path to see a cluster of Germans in a network of entrenchments and bunkers. Great...more fun he tohught sarcastically. He addressed his men,

"Jerrys to the front, squads at nine and one o'clock at the top of the cliff. One of Dog team is down at our front, MEDIC! Baker team, continue to give covering fire from concealed positions, Charlie and Dog prepare to advance, killing those Jerrys and re-orging outside the door of that MG bunker. We shall then blast our way in; take NO prisoners. All teams move on my mark."

He looked up at the Germans, waiting for them among the trenches and then his eyes roved to the bunker, seeing a pristine looking man, probably an officer, holding a pistol and opening the door. He took a double take as he caught a glimpse of his face. He would never forget the face of the man whom he had loathed for five long years, a man he had never forgiven for killing his cousin. The hatred fueled him.

"MARK!!!"

All of the squads moved.

[Samuikion]

Rivers holstered his pistol at the call for a medic. He bit his lip, racing toward the source of the call. Bullets caused the dirt and sand around him to burst. Some soldiers fell as Rivers pass. They cried out for a moment, but was soon silenced by Death's grasp. Too many times has the combat medic risked his life to perform emergency surgeries to gruesome-looking soldiers. He repeated to himself that he is ready to go home, but the call for leave is not now.

He spotted the down infantryman, one who wields a Browning Automatic Rifle. Looking ahead, he saw the Baker and Dog teams move out. Good - the last thing Rivers would need is a bunch of Jerries firing upon him with machines of war.

The wounded infantryman was breathing heavily. The combat medic consoled him, telling him that it would be fine. As Rivers calmed the poor soldier, he went to work on stopping the bleeding. It was a difficult task, considering that Rivers himself is pretty scared, and the fact that he is almost at the frontlines. The Geneva Convention statements should protect him, if they see his Red Cross before mowing him down. But that's hardly likely.

It took solid minutes to stop the blood flow, and Rivers sigh with relief. "Finally!" The infantryman suddenly grabs Rivers' shirt, and yanked the medic towards him. The earth of Omaha danced around the medic. Realizing that he was saved, Rivers smiled and gave him a nod.

Remembering that two groups were heading up towards the nearest pillbox, Rivers made his way up the path. It must have been one of the few mine-ridden paths that the engineering teams cleared, since he heard few explosions coming from that general direction, along with bodies lining the path.

[Ols]

As the squads moved up the path, James looked for a radioman.

"Radio! On me, NOW!" A man rushed up and waited, "get me a sitrep on the situation of the grapplers, assaulting the pillboxes that way, asap. Remain here until you get it, then come and find me; if I'm dead, tell my 2IC, the sniper's commander."

[T.J]

Tyler ordered baker team to spread out as quickly as possible. He fired at the germans looking down on him as he got behind a pile of rubble, slamming the blot back and forth as fast as he could. " Keep the germans off of the others until they get to cover! Dont let the em fire a shot at our boys." he yelled as he continued to fire at the enemy. The other snipers had gotten to whatever cover they could and where laying down heavy supresive fire.

[Imperator]

Marcus began to fall back from the bluffs as the allied forces proceeded to overwhelm. "If the Americans wish to take the beach by covering it with their corpses then I guess they can have it," Marcus said as he jogged back while checking if he had any ammo left for his Gewher.

[Ols]

The men of Charlie and Dog teams raced to the top, bearing down on the Germans. Although their numbers were equal the severe attitude of the allies was fearsome to behold. All of them firing into the trenches, shocked Germans not realising how many were upon them let more of the allies get shots away before reacting. James saw a soldier ahead raise his rifle and he fired a three round burst into his chest. Fury burning in his throat, he yelled as he jumped down into the trench, following his men toward the bunker, smacking the but of his SMG into the jaw of an enemy too slow to bring his own rifle but up. When a break in the fighting occured he called to his men,

"Clear these trenches, surround the bunker entrance." As he turned he saw a sniper, cradling a rifle, fleeing the battle. A man next to him raised his rifle and prepared to fight, "we have seen enough mindless killing, this is not his fight," he said to his comrade, lowering the end of his rifle with his left hand. He took position near to the bunker, out of the line of sight should anyone come out. All fifteen or so of his men bore down upon it, weapons raised, as one man planted plastic explosives on the door.

[Hunter]

Alec saw through one of the bunker windows that a German captain was fleeing with a sniper rifle. What a coward. Alec turned and saw that a group of Allied soldiers were placing explosives on the door and were ready to barge in. "American infantry! Fall back through the rear door! Take all weapons and ammo and destroy the radios and documents!" His German comrades began dismounting MG42s and wrapping chains of ammunition around their necks and took crates of weapons and ammunition. Alec and two Germans took gasoline and threw it all over there intelligence office which contained their radio and documents and then set it ablaze.

Alec then rejoined his men behind the bunker. There was a armored car and troop truck parked. Alec and three Germans boarded the armored car and the rest of the Germans loaded the equipment into the truck and then got in themselves. Alec looked to the driver. "To Caen! Schnell!" Right as they began to drive off, he could see the Americans had made it into the bunker to find nothing.

[Ols]

James cursed as the door blew open at the side of the bunker and inside he saw the last of the Germans fleeing into a truck. He kicked the wall and cursed again when he found no infomation dispatches, not even a radio.

"Radioman!" he shouted an a private ran up, "get me a sitrep of the situation on the rest of the beach ASAP!!!"

[disc100]

As he ran up to the captain, Shane said, "Well sir, we have 2 or 3 tanks on the beach. No trucks yet. I don't think we've cleared all the bunkers and most of the Krauts are retreating."

[Imperator]

When Marcus got out of the fighting and behind the retreating Germans he stopped for a second to prepare his next move. He noticed an overturned German truck on the side of the road and smiled evily as a came up with an idea. Taking some wire and grenades out he set up a triple layered trap. The first was your usual boobytrapped vehicle, the second was a wire going across the road with grenades being set to explode when it was tripped, ad the thrid was the wire strung tight along the ground were it would only be hit by a vehicle or a man dragging his feet and the grenades for this trap were also buried pointing up so that when a truck came by the explosin would go up and kill anyone in the truck. he hoped it was a troop transport.

[Ols]

He listened to the radioman, "I'm surprised we managed to land any of the tanks at all, the Germans had a very tight defense. Thank you, pfc. Let the Germans run. Private, radio the other units, I want scouting parties down those roads and to report back any sign of German ambushes or traps. Thank you."

He turned back to his squad, "Casams?!"

((OOC: Just incase anybody doesn't know, that stands for Casualties and Ammuntions; anyone with a wound or who is out of ammo speak up.))

[Samuikion]

Rivers jogged through the recently abandoned German HQ, and approaches the teams. "Any casualties?" he asked, a hand gripping his satchel.

He was not given a reply, and that prompted the combat medic to seek out another location. Surely there are soldiers in priority-status condition. Before he could leave, however, a shot rang out, barely missing the medic, and shooting up dirt where his foot was a second ago.

The medic cursed to himself, and dropped to the ground. It seemed to be a sniper, but why did he shoot at the medic? It is a clear violation of the Convention! Cpl. Rivers waited on the ground, trying his best to stay as dead-looking as possible until the scene is clear.

((Wracked my brains for this post...))

[Ols]

((Is that a sniper firing on the bunker my guys just took?))

[Hunter]

Alec's armored car and the truck of German troops arrived at Caen. Since everyone higher than the rank of Lieutenant was still at Normandy, that gave Alec command. He quickly went to an occupied inn to use a radio. After informing Nazi Command of the loss, they promoted him to Major, and informed him if he failed, they themselves will send someone for his head. The now Major Alec DuFontaine ran out the inn.

"I am Major DuFontaine. The Americans have taken our sector of the Normandy beach. Prepare for counterattack. Mount MG42s in the windows, get the tanks and artillery to the front lines. I want men in the trenches. Make sure you have all the ammunition you need. Snipers, I want you in the silos, the forests, and in the barns. Have the trucks in the rear of the city. For the Fuhrer!" Quickly, all the Germans and Austrians moved with haste to set up the defense of Caen. The Allies would have to come through here to get to Saint Lo, which would lead to Chambois, which opens the road to Paris.

[Ols]

((You bipassed Captain..lucky lol))

[Hunter]

((I can't do anything as a Lieutenant. And a Captain can't manage an entire town, therefore a Major is needed))

[Samuikion]

((OOC comments go to the OOC thread (http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=8454)! :( ))

[Ols]

"Sniper! Take cover!" yelled James, as he dived behind a stone wall, "somebody get covering fire out there then snipers, take him out!"

He breathed deeply waiting for a squad to open fire, before the Captain of the sniper squad worked his magic.

[T.J]

Tyler was one of the first from the sniper squad to reach the german bunker. Several soldiers dropped to the ground, this told him that a sniper was shooting at them and he needed to find it and take it out. Several other snipers ran up behind him and followed suit as he got down behind cover. " Theres a sniper shooting at our troops in or around this area. We need to find it and take it out ot prevent any uneccesary casualties." He then stuck his rifle over the edge of his cover and looked around, he couldnt see anything at the time. But a small glint of a sniper scope in the hills and debris. He kept his sight on it and pointed it out to the sniper closest to him for a second opinion. They agreed and fired shortly after he did. Seeing the scope disapear and not reapear again, he stood up and continued on towards the german pill box.

[Samuikion]

((NPCing))

The German sniper's job was simply to give a couple companies and a machine gun crew covering fire as they sought suitable locations to set up. It seems that they expected heavy resistance in the breach of their defenses, as the machine gunning crew brought extra ammunition.

MP40s and Kar98s were cocked and raised in firing positions as the Germans advance. The situation does not seem to bode well, as the machine gunners dropped to the ground to set up their MG42 on a tripod.

[Hunter]

Major DuFontaine looked at the road and saw no one was coming. Instead of waiting for them, he decided he would have to bring the fight to them. He got onto the intercom system in Caen. "This is Major DuFontaine, change of plans. I seven tanks, ten armored cars, and thirty troop trucks at the entrance of the city. I want half of occupation troops to board those vehicles and ready to attempt to retake our Normandy sector. Move now, slackers will be shot!"

Germans and Austrians throughout Caen readied their vehicles and board them and drove to the entrance of the city. The French natives of the city, hid in their houses and cowered. Major DuFontaine pulled two Germans and them drive his staff car as he lowered the car's roof and stood up in the backseat. He then did the Nazi salute. "Charge! For the Reich!"

The vehicle convoy then left Caen as the French watched from the windows. After a few miles, the familiar Normandy landscape became clear. The could see beyond the cliff and the pillboxes mounted on it the English Channel, and the advancing Allies. He ordered the tanks and armored cars to attack their vehicles, and the troops to get out of their trucks and retake the pillboxes. Major DuFontaine had his driver park the staff car away from the beach so he would be far away from the fighting, but he used binoculars to watch his men fight.

A squad of fifteen just stormed in from a rear door to the pillbox he commanded as a lieutenant.

[Ols]

James was still in the bunker when the German attack began. He reacted at once.

"Men to your posts! Defend the foothold we have. Reinforcements will arrive shortly. Radio!" he yelled, "Send a message to the other units, tell them the Germans have began a counter. Snipers! Get into cover and in the bunkers, everyone else! Defensive positions in the trenches. NOW!"

The soliders ran in all directions, some grabbing German MG42s and affixing them to ledges, crates or the trenches. The Germans charged at the allies, firing their waves of bullets. James thought it was strange how suddenly the Germans were in the position he and his men had just been in, attacking a load of machine guns with little to no cover. The allies fought.

[Hunter]

Alec saw through his binoculars that the fifteen men he sent into his old pillbox were just mowed down. "Bloody hell, there is nothing left." He then ordered two of his tanks to aim their canons at the pillbox. He then got onto a megaphone. "Allied soldiers in the pillbox, come out with hands in the air. We have you outnumbered and out gunned. The Third Reich is not your enemy. Just merely come out, lay down your arms, and surrender. You will be spared your life."

[Ols]

((Allies...we have like 30 guys on Omaha beach versus the entire German posting at Caen. Little bit outnumbered so some HELP PLEASE))

James had left the bunker during the assault, fighting his way across the plains towards the other units, accompanied by a few soldiers including the medic and sniper's leader. The radioman had said that he had no contact with them, so while the rest of them defended the pillbox, this squad made for reinforcements. As they ran they saw more allied boats arriving on the beach, this time without the Germans mowing them down and hundreds of soldiers, piling off. As he looked back to the pillboxes, he saw two tanks in front of them. He got to the officer at the boats, "Two German tanks and a hell of a lotta' soldiers. Get men and antitank weapons to me NOW!"

At once a unit of fifty men were ready, a sniper squad and heavy weapons squad within them. They stayed at distance and targeted the tanks. James saw, just before the first shot was fired, his men come out of the bunker with their hands up. Then the first tank exploded in a ball of flame. Before the second could turn two shots from the bazookas had smashed into it and it too was a flaming wreck. He could see a staff car in the distance with a German shouting on a megaphone, a load of troop transports and five more tanks. He turned to his men, "Heavy weapons target the tanks. Then take out the troop transports. Everyone else, fire on the troop transports as the empty. Snipers, take out that German officer in the car, the one with the gob too big for his rank!"

[Samuikion]

((Got a translator, or are you speaking English that time? Haha... Ols, I find it a little too convenient that you get exactly what you need when you need it))

Rivers sat in the trench, listening to the German major's megaphone call. The German advance squad sent earlier were laying dead in the field - the machine gun crew was, miraculously, eliminated before serious damage could be laid. With nothing more than a pistol at his side, the combat medic felt completely vulnerable. The battlefront is usually not the best place for a medic, even if he is sitting in a trench.

The last thing Cpl. Rivers wants is a knee-mortar or a tank cannon aimed in his general direction... Well, that's probably what any other soldier wants. If not, Rivers would be genuinely worried for that one's mental state.

Closing his eyes, Rivers held his hands together. And prayed to God.

[Hunter]

Alec saw through his binoculars the Allies were gathering up larger now and targeting his tanks, his troops, and himself. Alec ducked down into his seat. "Driver, get us out of here! Schnell!" The staff car's engines were revved up and the car drove off towards Caen. The tanks and the troops fired on the incoming Allies.

Alec pondered about that Allied commander. He wasn't American, definitely British by his accent. He looked familiar, like a face he saw at Dunkirk. He looked at his British Webley revolver, he had killed the owner and remembered a certain Brit in fury when he did, the same one he just saw.

[Ols]

((It's fairly feesable that once the pillboxes were taken out more troops would have been landed...and that was the reason I left...to gather aid. I mean I'd really like some tanks, but I didn't go too far. I think a unit of fifty men with a variety of weapons versus a German force of about 300 men and five tanks is a fair challenge))

As two more tanks exploded into flames, the remaing three had time to return fire. James screamed as he saw the barrels turn towards his men, "SCATTER!!!"

The fifty of them ran in all directions as the shell exploded where they had been clustered, disintergrating about three men. The three bazooka men, however, were good at their job, and three of their rounds sped at that tank. James was disheartened when one of them turned to him to report he was out of ammo. The remaing two continued working on the tanks, with half of the force under the sniper captain, while James himself led half of them to the pillbox, to save the survivors of his once twenty strong unit.

[Hunter]

The three tanks were Panther tanks, the greatest tank in the German Army. Being run by Austrian tankers whom were the best they pursued the fleeing Allies and fired their shells at large groups of them, while machine gunners on the tanks fired. The three hundred man German infantrymen also pursued and stormed various pillboxes. One of the radio carriers just got a new order from Major DuFontaine to bring the Brit in alive. A force of fifty men was to be used to capture the Brit.

[Ols]

The pill box he had reached held the ten men he had left, including the medic and radioman. His new twenty five men joined the defense, including the man who had run out of ammo with his bazooka and had just commandeered a Panzershrek from the weapon stores in the bunker. In the distance he saw another tank blow up, leaving only two, but surely leaving the bazookamen very low on ammo. James reloaded his sub-machine gun and saw his men setup machine guns and defensive positions for the German assault. He told the man with the panzershrek to take the tanks out at all costs. His first shot was a hit, but it did not destroy the tank. He watched as a quickly fired second shot saw to it exploding. In the distance he saw a huge host of German men, at least fifty, charging at his pillbox. He went inside and manned a machinegun on the ledge of the bunker, his thirty five or so defenders awaiting them.

((OOC the defenders are his new 25 plus the 10 remaining from his old team))

[Hunter]

((Dude, these are Panther tanks, they don't go down in one or two shots.))

The remaining two tanks continued firing on the Allied soldiers, as German snipers sniped anyone wielding anti-tank weapons. German and Austrian infantrymen rushed in fought with the Allies. A group of one hundred fifty Germans rushed into the pillbox and killed many of the Americans. Seeing the Brit, they rushed at him and four Germans beat him in the belly with the butt of their rifles. The Germans picked up James and brought him from the pillbox to a nearby truck. While firing at Americans, the Germans loaded James in and drove off towards Caen, as three Panther tanks, and seven Panzer IV tanks arrived with fifteen trucks of German troops.

The truck carrying James arrived at Caen, and James was brought into the jail house of occupied Caen and thrown into a cell, while five Germans guarded him.

[Ols]

((Tbh I thought it would be interesting if you didn't just blow us to pieces or w/e...btw wt happened to all the other PCs?))

James sat in the troop truck, his hands bound, defeated, outnumbered and angered. He had failed his country and curely was driving, with the few other survivors of the German counter, to his death.

[T.J]

OOC: sorry.....forgot.


IC:Tyler was behind a large pile of rubble with several other snipers as the germans made their counter attack. Seeing as they where vastly outnumbered and outgunned. He ordered a retreat into the hills and to span out into groups of two or three to regroup at a designated area. he leveld his rifle and shot an advanceing german officer in the head before turning and running for his life. He never liked retreating, but in order to be a good leader you gotta know when your beat. He ran backwards for a while to shoot any germans that happen to see them fleeing.

[Hunter]

Alec called for the guards to bring the Brit to another room where they was nothing but an empty chair in the center. The guards sat the Brit down to the chair and tied his arms to the armrests and bound his feet to the chair legs. Alec walked into the room while two Germans flanked both sides of the Brit.

Alec came close to the Brit and pulled the Brit's dog tags from his neck. He then spoke in English as he read the dog tags aloud. "Captain James Gaze. English. Caucasian. Age 27." He threw the dog tags onto the ground. Alec then pulled another set of British dog tags from his pocket and read it aloud. "Corporal Harry Gaze. English. Caucasian. Age 19. Any relations?" Alec pulled out his Webley revolver as he dropped the other British dog tags to the ground.

"I took this Webely from poor Corporal Gaze when I killed him in Dunkirk. I remember you being there. Your comrades pulling you back as you witnessed me kill him." Alec pulled a Luger from his other holster and held it towards James' face. "This the Luger I killed him with." He emptied the Luger's magazine and put it into James' empty holster. "What intelligence does the Americans and British know of Fortress Europe? Speak. I cannot keep the Fuhrer waiting."

[Ols]

((OOC James' cousin was a Captain in this, but its not that big a deal. Also mapologies to anyone offended by the following language.))

He listened to the German officer's first statement. As he spoke the second James' stomach did somersaults and snger burned in James.

"You bastard kraut!!! You killed my cousin!"

The German ignored him and asked him about allied intelligence. He listened to his question. He was not telling this kraut anything he knew. He was trying to be as brave as possible, he knew when he signed up that he was prepared to die for his country, but now it seemed more a reality than ever before. He felt tired and light headed.

"Fortress Europe?" he said, laughing, "You think this place is a fortress. It's taken one morning for us to get in, you twat!" he shouted the last word, "We'll be in Berlin within the month and your Furher will wait as long as I tell him to. I'd answer to a dog turd before that wanker!"

[Hunter]

((Sorry, I just made up Corporal Harry Gaze cause I you didn't specify name or rank.))

Alec was displeased with the answer he received. This Brit just insulted the Third Reich and the Fuhrer. Wanting to keep him alive so he could be tormented, Alec restrained from injuring him. "Yes, this is a fortress. This is merely a section of our large fortified land of the Frenchies. Was it merely a few years back when we had the Blitz, a series of bombings of London herself? Watching all those women, children, and men, innocent deaths. And what about fateful Dunkirk? Where your cousin had drawn his last breaths."

Alec chuckled. He had the radio brought in on a cart. He then turned it on, and spoke in German. "I have a prisoner, a British captain... No... Yes, reluctant... Yes, intend on keeping him alive for a few days... Yes... Heil Hitler!" Alec had the radio sent away, and took a seat in front of James. "Well if you don't want to help us willingly, I guess I can find alternative methods." He summoned a guard into the room. "Round up all of the French into the town square, and have Herr Gaze here brought there as well."

After Alec and his men arrived to the town square, while James was brought still bound to the chair, Alec could see the French being huddled into a fenced in area. He turned to James and spoke in English. "Every two minutes you don't answer my questions, five Frenchies here get killed." Alec selected five Frenchies, one man, one woman, and three children who were brought out the pen and forced onto their knees, with Germans behind them with rifles brought to their heads. "Act as you will, Herr Gaze. These people's deaths will be on your hands."

[Ols]

((OOC Again, apologies for the language but I'm trying to go for realism))

When he told him about the Blitz James almost laughed out loud. "The innocent deaths of thousands?! The Blitz was a bloody failure mate. Jesus Christ, Goebbels has got you lot wrapped around his little ****ing finger! London's still standing you stupid bullshitter, and if it did anything it made us want to kill you bastards all the more. I seem to remeber hearing that the RAF shot most of the bloody luftwaffe down before you lot had the chance to invade us, but if you want to believe your lying leaders that's fine. I'll just take all the more pleasure when your leaders are pleading for their lives. And as for Dunkirk, that was a success for us. You killed almost none and we kept our army fresh for today."

He was dragged from the room into the town square, a host of innocent French citizens with him. They were lined up before the German firing squad, and James was faced with the hardest decision of his life. What was more important, a few innocent lives or the war effort? An easy question to an outsider, but if he survived today he would live with these people's lives on his conscience until the day he died, however soon that would be. He had to at least try to save them.

"Okay...okay. I'll tell you what I know," he paused, "the war effort is all based around one big battle plan," he paused again, "we land in France, as we did this morning," he took a few heavy breaths, "and then every single one of you ****ers dies."

[Hunter]

Alec was displeased, he expected the Brit to cave in. He waved his hand down. The German firing squad executed the five French. The French inside the pen screamed, and five more were taken out, two women, two men, and one child. They were placed where the five corpses of the recently killed French. "We'll try this again. Same question, better answer."

[T.J]

Tyler and his small group of men had been on the run for several hours. When they ran into a british battalion they pretty much face planted into them. When a british major approached to ask where they where from he said. " Captain Tyler Mackay sir, me and a group pretty large group of soldiers where ambused by id say close to two hundred germans and several panzer tanks after we took the beach pill boxes. I pulled myself and these men back after the our major force was dispatched."

" So you retreated then?" the major said with a slightly angered look on his face.

" no sir it was a tactical retreat. If we had stayed we'd be just as dead as the rest of em. They captured some of our troops and went towards a nearby village. I request that we go and save the hostages." Tyler said with a winded voice. The major agreed and the battalion moved quickly towards the town. The rumble of rolling tank treads was heard before they where actually seen as they came over the ridge, several british and amercian soldiers streaming past the lumbering tanks.

[Ols]

Jame was sure a rescue party was coming, Caen was the Allies next destination, but he could not risk a child being killed, "Okay, don't kill the kid. I'll talk," he took a breath, "I'll tell you everything as soon as you get the children," he gestured to the others in the pen, "away from here and back to the prison, okay?"

[Hunter]

Alec turned to James. "You are in no position to be demanding anything. You have one minute left. Answer the damned question!"

[Ols]

"I believe I am, actually. I'm offering you what you want. Don't be a fool. I'm not talking until the children are freed," he stared the man out, "get them out of here and the information is yours and you precious ****ing furher's."

[Hunter]

"As you wish, Herr Gaze. Get the children out of here. Lock them into prison. Happy now Herr Gaze? Refill their positions with more Frenchies." Frenchies replaced the now left children. "Now tell me what I want to know!"

[Ols]

In the distance he heard gunfire and an explosion. He looked up at the Major, smirking, "Now, you're ****ing dead."

As he spoke another shell flew past and this one smashed into the town squad, followed by two more. Buildings collapsed into rubble and chaos ensued. James found the chair he was strapped to smashed by some rubble, as he flew from the force of the blast. As he tried to get up he discovered he was under a pile of rubble. He had nothing to do but hope for rescue from the allies for the time being. The Germans were unning about above the rubble, so he was a little safer for the time being, but the allies would have to hurry.

[Hunter]

Alec heard the Allies advancing on Caen. "Gather all supplies and equipment and get them on the trucks! Get the Panther tanks up and running!" He looked down and saw that James was trapped under a pile of rubble. He knelt down, and grabbed James by his hair. "I should kill you, but I will allow you to live another day. Every enemy I encountered collapsed when I threatened the lives of innocents, but you didn't. I admire that." He saluted James, then beat him in the back of the head with his Webley. It wouldn't kill him, but knock him unconscious for the Allies to find him.

Alec then jumped into the back of his convertible staff car, and an Austrian driver had already revved up the engines. He looked back and saw the trucks of troops were already loaded and leaving the city, and the remaining Panther and Panzer tanks were also leaving. Buildings were on fire to destroy the Nazi documents and radios as per the Nazi protocols.

Alec then sat down on the seat. The Austrian turned and told him that the convoy wanted to know where we were headed. "Paris. We are going to Paris."

((NOTE: To get to Paris if you are with the Allies, you must get through occupied Saint Lo and Chambois.))

[Ols]

Hours later, James awoke in the medical wing of the field base in Caen. His head was spinning with images of battle and blurred memories. Then it all came flooding back. He sat up, dizzy, remembering the landing, his comrade's deaths, his capture and the death's of the Frenchies. Most of all he remembered the Kraut Major's face and words. He had respect for James for the deaths of innocents on his hands; the thought made him sick. Although that respect had saved his life and certainly could do again. He had a lot of minor wounds, but nothing to keep him in the hospital past three days. He would be up and fighting again by then.

[Hunter]

Three days into Paris, Alec had just been informed the Fuhrer himself wants to contact him. Nervous, Alec went to the converted communications room in the former Parisian five star hotel. Nervous, he answered the call which was being made on the fastest and most efficient secret Nazi cable line. "Yes, my Fuhrer?... Yes, the Allies have Caen... Forgive me my Fuhrer, out was under supplied... Why, thank you my Fuhrer... Yes, Paris will not fall, I have been resupplied. With the command you have just given me, I will see it done!"

Another man entered the room, a Hungarian major. He demanded to know what the Fuhrer wanted. "I have just been made a Colonel, by the Fuhrer himself! Start inspecting Paris' defenses. I want to status reports on my desk every ten minutes!" He then dismissed the Hungarian and turned to the radio. Using another secret Nazi cable line which led to Caen, Alec called Caen, seeing if an Allied commander would answer. He hoped the British captain would, he had much to discuss with him.

[Ols]

James was up and about now. He was in a relatively good mood, rested for a couple of days and well fed in the hospital. Today he was dressed in his regular uniform and was in an office he had been designated, writing dispatch reports for his men. He made sure he gave a mention in dispatches at least to the medic, the radioman, the sniper commander and the bazookaman, and recommend them all for further awards. The day before he had had a visit from a Colonel on behalf of General Montgomery, to award him both the PoW Medal and the Military Cross for his exploits on D-Day. He also mentioned that he had been shortlisted for promotion to Major to lead the attacks on Chambois and Saint Lo. He sat in his office when a runner walked in, carrying a box.

"Special delivery from the General Staff," said the runner, breathlessly, handing him the box.

"Thank you, private, you're dismissed," he said taking the box. He ripped off the brown paper and opened it in his hand to find a note and a small gold crown on a pin. The note read: "Congratulations, Major Gaze. Good luck." It was signed "Monty". He was shocked, the General himself writing that; then again it could simply have been a nice gesture from the Colonel for his confidence. The phone in his office rang and he picked it up,

"Hello, Capt-," he stopped himself as he looked at the crown insignia, "Major Gaze speaking."

[Hunter]

"Ah, Herr Gaze, a battlefield promotion I see. It's your old friend Maj-, I mean Colonel DuFontaine here. How is Caen?" Alec chuckled. "Are the French children alright? We left in such a hurry I forgot to check on them. Are you reading to them every night like I have done for the past year?"

[Ols]

James froze. He silently gestured to his assisstant to come in and wrote on a piece of paper to her Jerry Col. on phone. Trace call asap..

"It's lovely, I take it you're sitting tight in Paris now, eh? I haven't seen the kids, your men didn't do bad on them on the way out, they're lucky to be alive," his voice was icily cold, "And as for you, you've got some ****ing nerve."

[Samuikion]

The newly promoted major's commended award eventually led that particular medic to something of a promotion - to Battalion Surgeon. As such, he is further refrained from appearing on the frontlines. However, Rivers held some pride in the promotion. It shows that he is being recognized for his services. Being a Battalion Surgeon, Rivers now had command over a small group of combat medics, all whom are in relations with the International Red Cross.

Most of the time, Rivers was called upon constantly in Caen, to check up on incoming wounded as they arrive. Many died in his care, but that was not unexpected - many were paratroopers and pathfinders who met vicious opposition on the 5th of June. Hanging around his neck is the Christian cross, with the image of a crucified Jesus upon it. Rivers never really was a devoted Christian before the war, but the carnage eventually led him to religion.

The soldiers were resting for several days until new orders come in. Rivers suspected them to involve Paris, the French capital. It would take about three days to get there, and the Allied soldiers had little training in the French terrain, so it would be a difficult journey. The battalion surgeon did not doubt that they would come across German opposition along the way...

He looked down upon the patient laying on the stretcher in front of him. Giving a sigh, he said two words that were reiterated numerous times that day. "He's gone."

[Hunter]

Alec chuckled. "Oh, Herr Gaze, I have nerve. I spared your life. You are alive because of me, you owe me. And tell the French children Herr Alec sends his hugs and kisses. On another note, how it the Allied invasion going? I am hearing reports that Saint Lo and Chambois are under siege, and that Paris is the next vacation spot afterwards. Will you be coming over?"

[Ols]

"I'm sure we'll meet before I kill you. I dont owe you anything; you spared my life because I was a PoW and you could get a court martial if the allies found me dead, whilst captured. And you killed my cousin. You'll pay before this war's over."

He was letting his anger get the better of him, and it certainly was not a good idea.

[Hunter]

"Please Herr Gaze, no need for hostilities. I had earlier intentions of killing you eventually, and I am not scared of a foreign court martial. I would just like to meet you, one on one, approximately thirty miles south of Caen."

[Ols]

He was wary, this was very strange, "Why?" he asked, skeptically.

[Hunter]

"I have thing to discuss with you in person, this line is tapped, but it will take several weeks before anyone listens to this conversation and by then, my plan will be done, I am going to end the war." Alec hoped that James would agree, he would need the Allies help on this.

[Ols]

"You think that us meeting could end the war?" he said in disbelief. It was surely a German trap and he was going against his better judgement accepting this, but he was not going to give the German his head on a plate, "I'll come on the condition I can bring a small squad with me."

[Hunter]

"I don't think that us meeting will end the war, I have a plan, and I need your help. And fine, bring a small squad of soldiers. I shall bring a small squad as well to maintain equality in numbers." Alec looked at a map on the wall. "Can you meet me there in five hours, Herr Gaze?"

[Ols]

"Give me an exact location and its done," he said, still wary. He knew who he would bring with him, "and I'll bring four me with me."

[Hunter]

"Thirty miles south of Caen, near the LaCrosse River. There is a large torn down tree near the river, that is where I will be. My four men and I will be in an armored car." Alec thought, this plan could work if he could get the Allies to help him.

[Ols]

"I'll be there in five hours." he said and hung up. He did not trust the German, but he was certainly intrigued. He would, of course, have an insurance package. If he did not report in that night, he would tell his assisstant to pass on a letter, that he was even then sealing in an envelope, to his CO, detailing all he had discussed thus far.

[Hunter]

"Very well, thank you Herr Gaze." Alec hung up the phone. He then assembled a team of four Austrians, whom he knew were loyal to him. After meeting with officers during regular inspections for four hours, he and his team of Austrians got into their armored car and left Paris. The reached the spot Alec told Herr Gaze and his team to arrive at and waited.

[Ols]

((Disc, Lavi and TJ, you are in my squad, alongside one NPC))

James had assembled his squad based on those he had met during the invasion. He had sought out the newly promoted medic and the radioman whom had been with him. The third man was a Corporal, one of those wielding a bazooka against the tanks and the final was the sniper captain. They piled into a jeep and the Corporal drove them to the felled tree. They arrived to see the German squad already there. They left their rifles in the car, but James was not the only one checking his colt was cocked and loaded as he got out of the car, just in case.

[Samuikion]

The battalion surgeon stayed by the car. He did not want to get himself mixed up in the wrong situations, but at the same time, Rivers cannot defy orders. Although his Colt remained in its leg holster, the surgeon made sure not to let his hands get too close to his firearm.

Rivers crossed his arms, and waited as the talk began.

[Hunter]

Colonel Alec and his four Austrians came up to Captain Gaze and his men, with nothing but their Lugers in their holsters, and Alec with his Webley. "Thank you, Herr Gaze, for meeting us. We have to stop supporting the Nazis. The Germans are growing to be harsher to us Austrians. The Fuhrer himself has imposed laws on Austria, taking away many of my peoples' jobs. This must be stopped, the Germans must be stopped."

[T.J]

Tyler had done very well in the rescue of the POWs in the town. For his veffots he was promoted to major and he often wore his new insignia inside the main camp to shwo his pride. But today was a different, he was sitting in the back of the vehicle as it sped down the road. Apparently he and the group he was with where going to some predetermined location that wasnt authorized the top brass. He had his springfield sitting in his lap with it completely loaded and ready to fire, when they got to the area he had it slung under his shoulder pointing towards the sky. He stayed near the front of the group so he could get off some clean shots if things went sour.

[Ols]

Major Gaze looked over the Austrian warily, "And how exactly do you propose to stop this?"

[disc100]

Shane was riding in the jeep, his M1A1 Carbine and Radio in his lap. He, a Corporal, a Captain, a Major, and a Medic, were all going to a location near Caen for a reason unknown to him. As they arrived, he stood up to stretch his legs and left his rifle in the jeep but with the Colt staying in his holster.

[Hunter]

"We must united together to fight them. I know all of Paris' weak points, Herr Gaze. We can them invade Germany, take Berlin, kill the Fuhrer, and save Austria from Nazi German control."

[Ols]

"So if I coordinated an allied attack on Chambois, Saint Lo and then Paris you could orchestrate its downfall?" he was still skeptical, this could just as easliy be a double bluff; the Colonel passing him false infomation so he got his forces killed.

[Hunter]

"Exactly." He turned to one of his Austrians who brought him a map. "This is a map of Paris' defenses, there is a weak point near the south-east entrance of the city, with only about seventy Germans guarding it."

[Ols]

"Hold your horses," he said, "we have to get through Chambois and Saint-Lo first. If you can provide us with accurate information on either of those then I will use a small force to attack. If it works you will have gained my trust," it hurt him to say this, but war was war and sometimes such things had to be done.

[Hunter]

"I can't help you that much, as Chambois and Saint Lo are held by Germans, and no Austrians are presently stationed there. But, I can give you maps of their defenses and trade routes." He flipped through some folders he had, then handed them to Herr Gaze. "You'll find everything you need there Herr Gaze, and take this." He upholstered the Webley revolver and handed it to Herr Gaze. "It was your cousin's. I'm sorry."

He looked down for a moment, then back up. "We must go back to Paris. Once you have taken Saint Lo and Chambois, we will be able to help you take Paris. My men will be wearing sage Nazi uniforms, the Germans will be in gray Nazi uniforms. Don't fire upon my men. We will help you once you are inside the city."

[Ols]

"Thank you," he said, taking the revolver, "If that route into Paris changes, contact me. You seem to have my number."
As he said that he turned back to the car and he began studying the maps of Chambois and Saint Lo. The Germans were certainly accurate, they had almost everything covered, but luckily for James it was almost. They would have to go through Saint Lo first and then to Chambois, but they were certainly takeable, even if with a lot of difficulty. He began to plan.

[Hunter]

"Wait, Herr Gaze." Alec went back to staff car and he and his men took three large parcels out and placed them down in front of the Allied soldiers. Alec opened the top parcel, and inside were Austrian Nazi uniforms with helmets and Nazi arm band, and weapons. "These parcels contain uniforms worn by my people and MP-40s and Lugers. There are thirty sets of uniforms and weapons, you can use these to have some of your men infiltrate the city. As for you Herr Gaze, here is yours." He took an Austrian officer's uniform with an officer's hat and a modified Luger. "This is a uniform worn by Nazi Austrian majors. While wearing this uniform, you must use this identification card to allow you and your disguised men into Paris. The card says you are Major Ivan Retiech. Present the card to the gatekeeper and you and your men are in, and you must use a staff car for yourself and a troop truck for men to get in, but you must acquire one of those at Saint Lo or Chambois. Once inside the city, meet up with me and my men and I will help coordinate an attack to allow all of your forces in."

[Samuikion]

The battalion surgeon took a few steps towards the two officers, trying to be as non-threatening as he could in his approach. "A question sir," he began, directing his voice towards Alec, "how will the infiltrating force know when and where to meet?"

Rivers is unsure of the prospect of infiltrating enemy territory, especially when coordinating with a leader whom they have little reason to trust.

[Hunter]

"Meet me immediately when you enter the city. I am in a occupied French inn called the Grand Eiffel Hotel a few blocks from the Eiffel Tower. The entire hotel is guarded by my men and they will bring you to me. It is also important you make no contact with Germans, with the exception of showing your card to the German guard at the gate. The Germans will recognize your accent as not being German, Austrian, or Hungarian and they will kill you. All the Austrians in the city know of our alliance, and ask them for help if you need it."

[T.J]

" how do we know you wont just scew us over when its time for you to play your part?" Tyler said as he craddled his rifle in his arms. he didnt trust them at all, just something about them suddenly wanting to help didnt sit right with him.

[Hunter]

Alec looked over to Tyler who questioned him. Typical Americans. "You don't, but I assure you, victory will be an Allied one, and the Axis will fall. You think I don't know how evil the Germans can be, but I do. Know how I first joined the Nazis? They came into our country, and many volunteered, but some like me did not. They forced us in by killing our families. I lost my wife and unborn son."

[T.J]

" Well im sorry to hear that. But everyones had their share of losses in this war. Until you come through im still gonna keep my eye on you." A sad story wasnt gonna make Tyler let his guard down, he had heard stories of germans using tactics like that to sway unwilling truces just because the allies felt sorry.

[Samuikion]

Sensing that this meeting's conclusion is coming to an end, Rivers turned and walked towards the car. He entered the driver's seat, and shoved the correct key into the slot. He did not ignite the engine; instead the battalion surgeon waited for the others to re-enter the vehicle.

[Ols]

James sat in the car, in thought, before murmuring to those with him, "I don't know about you, but I think it's worth a shot. I'm not saying a trust him, and I'll make a fail safe plan in the apparently," he stressed that word to mak clear how unconvicned he was, "unlikely event of betrayal. I won't force any of you to come with me into almost certain death in this, but I will ask you. You've each proven your worth, so are you in?"

[T.J]

" if it will bring an early end to this war then im all for it." Tyler said as he sat back down in the jeep, gun layed across his lap.

[Samuikion]

"My job is to protect those in need, and this is certainly a job that requires medics," answered Rivers.

[Hunter]

"Good. Begin fighting your way towards Paris, and be careful. The Germans outnumber my men." And Alec turned towards his staff car.