WWII FRP-Vermögen Punkt

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[Turkey]

* The  Bus stops. The driver motions Michael Trapani and the other soldiers to get off.

* A  Large sign reads "Fort Brenn"

// The fort is made up, So is this rp. Fictional shit here.\\

[AwDs]

* Owens  Steps off the bus, holding his bag on his shoulder, wearing his white tea shirt, and blue jeans. He looks up then walks towards the barracks.

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*Alex steps off the bus and stands for a few seconds then scratches his balls. He then follows Owens to the barracks.*

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*Mike follows the rest of them, slinging his duffel bag of stuff over his shoulder. He thanks the bus driver and trudges into the barracks. He claims a bunk and lies down on it, whistling to himself.

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*After everyone settles into their bunks, Major Rezsic walks into the room.*
*The sergant yells out, "Attention!"*
Rezsic: At ease gentlemen. As you already know, Tomorrow we are going to war., You all have finished basic training,Jump Training  and are now proud members of the 107th. At 0500 hours, tomorrow, You will report to the airfield and to your squad until further orders. Good luck.

*Five minutes later, the lights go out.*

//Turkeh has never been in teh army, so doesn't really know how to acts. bear with turkeh k?

[AwDs]

* Owen  Walks back to his bed,lays down And closes his eyes

[Turkey]

//A bit of powerplay here, but w/e


*Everyone takes their standard load out and proceeds to enter the aircraft.



*Sargent Gale yells out, " Get your ass moving! Jerry wont wait for the eagles!"


*Everyone is handed a sheet of paper.


Gale annouces, "Listen our Squads are

1. Clayton, Jared Bishop, Alex Scheuerman
2. Gale,  Owen, Micheal

So don't forget who your following. The other division is dropped not to far off, so watch your fire. Do not fire unless given orders to do so.  Remember, This is a Nazi Triage center also"


*The light flicks green*

Gale yells out, Get the hell off my plane!

*Everyone hooks up to the top rail and the fun part starts. Out the windows, you see other soldiers being para dropped in.*




*As you descend into the fog, The sound of screaming and Anti-Air guns echo trough out the area.*

*Both squads land inside the same general area*


// LOOK FOR LZ IN UPPER LEFT

*As soon as they touch down, And bombardment of MG42 rounds fly at their direction

*This is what they see

[AwDs]

* Owen  Rolls onto his side putting his hands over his head, Bullets smash into the ground near him!

[Turkey]

*Gale yells as loud as he can, "Get the fuck down!"
*Clayton cuts his parachute rope, then moves to the side as a spray of bullets riddle his lower chest. He falls onto his knee's, then onto his side*

[meetdadoom]

* Cuts his parachute open and falls on the ground doing a roll. He begins to crawl to the right of him to the bushes where his radio equipment dropped.*

[Locke]

"Zee american peegs are coming! I want machine guns in every vindow facing their directsion!"

[Paintcheck]

// German accents while a char is speaking German are annoying. Since he's clearly speaking German wouldn't the literal translation be more appropriate?

*A stray round rips through Mike's parachute and he starts to fall out of control. He misses the LZ and lands on the roof to the East of the LZ, crashing through the weak boards and hitting the floor with a thud. He lies there for a second to get his wind back and rises to his feet unsteadily. Amazingingly he is unhurt. He appraises the area*

//I have no idea if anyone is in this building so someone tell me what I see.

[Turkey]

*Gale throws a smoke grenade, He yells out, Get to the fucking house!*






*Mikes View*

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Ow. I can't believe that didn't kill me. He unbuckles his parachute harness and shoulders his Thompson. Although not a Sergeant he had managed to swipe one from the armory. He carefully makes his way through the house, realizing he's landed in the middle of a German position. He peaks out the door way to the street, the MG42 fire sounding like a buzz saw from hell. He spots a building where the fire sounds like it is coming from. He pulls back inside to his (deserted) house and considers his options.

Option 1: Rush house. Kill MG squad. Get medal. Probably die.
or
Option 2: Wait here. Hope no one notices parachute and hole in roof. Probably die.

Neither of those appealed to him.

[meetdadoom]

* Bishop opens the case for the radio is in and quickly takes it out and takes the phone off. He begins to yell out " Second Divison! I repeat SECOND DIVISION! We are under heavy Machine gun fire! We need back up! Corporal Clayton got K.I.A  and Private Trapini's parachute went off course!"Continues to wait for a response while yelling out the same codes to second division.

[Ace of Hearts]

[OOC]: This is a catch-up post for my 2nd Division characters, this post has all happened in the past, and I'm only posting it so everybody knows what's happened to the 2nd Division characters while you all were starting your RP.

Willard: "You all remember your objectives?"
*A chorus of voices echoed through the dimly lit 'hallway' of the plane in response*
All: "Yes sir!"
*1st Lieutenant Willard Jocks, currently standing at the front of the plane, nodded, looking back to a pair of lights mounted onto a wall next to a detachable door, neither were lit. He turns his head back down the 'hallway', staring at the several other men sitting within the confines of the plane.*
Willard: "We're still about an hour out. Check your gear, clean your rifle if you brought shit for that, say goodbye if you feel like it. Just be ready."
*A few muffled responses were returned, not that Willard could hear any of them, a few men coughed, a pair of them were laughing, staring at photographs, Willard turned back to the cockpit, staring out through the glass at the empty sky, only clouds and the occasional glimpse of another transport plane could be seen. Willard turned back to his men again, walking down the 'hallway' and taking a seat next to a short man with an M3 'Grease Gun' slung over his shoulder, large backpacks and various other equipment hanging off his baggy uniform, he looks up as Willard approaches.*
Kenneth: "About an hour huh, sir? Gonna' pass awfully slow."
Willard: "You're tellin' me."
*Many minutes pass as the plane's engines roar on, carrying the men to their objectives, a small village in a swampy area. The minutes pass in silence, aside from occasional coughing, ruffling of equipment, or even bits of laughter from some of the soldiers. Willard eventually  leans forward again, looking down to his wrist and pulling his sleeve up. He stares down at the old watch, still ticking, on his wrist. After staring for a few seconds, he stands up and walks to the front of the plane, just as the distant sound of anti-air batteries is heard. It doesn't take long for loud 'BOOM' sounds to echo from outside the plane, the plane itself shakes and wobbles several times, the ruffling of gear and quiet whispers of the soldiers can barely be heard over the thunderous roar of the anti-air fire. A small red light springs to life behind Willard...*
Willard: "Stand up! Hook up!"
*All of the soldiers stand up, attaching a small hook affixed to their parachute packs and held on by a small string to a metal rail on the aircraft's 'ceiling'. The first man in line is 2nd Lieutenant Kenneth Greshem.*
Willard: "One-hundred-and-twenty seconds! Get ready!"
*The thunderous roar of anti-air fire continues, the radio screeches and emits static from the cockpit, almost drowning Willard out completely. The seconds tick away slowly, and after what seems like an eternity, the plane shakes violently as a loud 'BOOM!' is heard, followed by a sickening crack and groan. Some soldiers fall to their feet, their hooks being yanked off the metal rail, other stagger, barely managing to keep their balance. Kenneth falls to a knee, and Willard stumbles off to his left, smashing into the plane's detachable door.*
Willard: "Gah!"
*The soldiers all regain their balance quickly, only to have the plane shake violently again and throw them back to their knees. A pilot yells out from the cockpit.*
Pilot: "We're hit! We'll make it to your landing zone Lieutenant, but we have to move off from the other aircraft, or we risk getting blown out of the sky!"
*Willard calls back in response as he staggers to his feet again.*
Willard: "Just hurry it up! Sooner we get out of the frying pan, the better!"
*The plane tilts to the left, still shaking, though not as violently as before. The groaning and cracking of metal is still heard, as is the thunderous roar of anti-air guns. It's not long before the plane tilts downwards, as the pilot calls out again.*
Pilot: "I'm bringin' her down! Hang on to something!"
*The soldiers scramble about, looking for something to grip onto. After many agonizing seconds, the plane impacts with the swampland, it jerks violently as it does so, 'bouncing' upwards and crashing down again. It skids along the ground, as the soldiers cry out, either in pain or fear. It doesn't take long for the aircraft to come to a halt. Willard climbs to his feet, glancing around the torn remnants of the plane. Blood is smeared on one of the walls, all of the glass is broken, the other soldiers lie in a heap on the floor. Willard strides over to one who looks like Kenneth, shaking the man violently.*
Willard: "Greshem! On your feet, we hit the ground!"
*The soldier groans and moves his arms, pushing himself upwards.*
Kenneth: "Ugh... Shit! How many of us made it?"
Willard: "We're gonna' find out."
*Willard moves about the plane as Kenneth checks his equipment , and looks through the shattered remains of the window of the detachable door. One by one, Willard checks over the remaining four soldiers. Two rise to their feet and walk up to join Kenneth, the other two... Well that bloodstain must've come from somewhere. Willard takes their weapons and ammunition, moving back up to the front of the plane. He hands a BAR he looted from one of the dead to Kenneth, slinging an M1 Garand, also looted from one of the dead soldiers, over his shoulder.*
Willard: "Greshem, help me get this door open."
Kenneth: "Can do, sir."
*The pair move over to the door, pushing upon it until the metal groans and gives way, falling out of the doorway and onto the swampy ground. The soldiers file out onto the ground, one by one, their weapons loaded and raised, searching for any sign of German resistance. The distant echo of gunfire can be heard.*
Willard: "Great... Went way too off-course, 1st Division and the rest of 2nd is probably off in that direction."
*Willard points off to the direction the gunfire is being heard from, motioning for the other soldiers to follow him.*
Willard: "Right... Slow and careful, let's see if we can link up with the rest of 2nd, make ourselves useful. Damn flak guns..."

[Ace of Hearts]

* Bishop opens the case for the radio is in and quickly takes it out and takes the phone off. He begins to yell out " Second Divison! I repeat SECOND DIVISION! We are under heavy Machine gun fire! We need back up! Corporal Clayton got K.I.A  and Private Trapini's parachute went off course!"Continues to wait for a response while yelling out the same codes to second division.

*A radio being carried by Captain Gray's radio operator crackles to life, a voice on the other end calls out for back up*

Blakeson: Give me that radio!

*The radio operator hands the radio over to Captain Gray, and the Captain begins to speak into it*

Blakeson (On radio): 1st Division, this is Captain Gray of 2nd, that's a big negative! One of our planes went down during the landing, we're scattered and taking heavy fire! Half my men are dead or missing, cannot reinforce! I repeat; Cannot reinforce! I have too few men!

*Blakeson hands the radio back to the Radio Operator, crouching low behind the rock cluster as bullets whizz past, several of his few remaining men return fire on the German positions occasionally, but none of them dare to leave cover.

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*Gale yells back, "Squad form up behind the rock, Keep your head down!"*
*The machine gun fire stops, voices are heard in the house.



*Mike hears a someone behind him speaking german.

*If he turns around he sees this,
//posting in advance ftw\\

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*Owen runs to the side of the rock, he gets down screaming out, Sarge! They shot Clayton!
He turns his back to the Sargent and aims down his sight.

[Turkey]

Gale says, "I know, And we are going to make them pay for that. Jared! Get on the horn with 2nd and get me a sit-rep!"

[meetdadoom]

* Bishop yells out "Fucking shit!" and bangs the telephone back into place and sticks his head on the ground waiting for the mg fire to stop *
* As the fire stops and Bishop hear's Gale's orders he quickly scrambles to his feet and slings the heavy radio on his back and unslings his rifle. He runs to regroup with the squad. " Sare, our lads from second division had to crash land. Half of their men got killed in Action and they are on the other side of the map of operation! Basically we a'en't getting support."

[Turkey]

*Gale slams his foot into the ground, " Mother fuck! Alright. Considering they have a MG covering the other side, we will all breach and clear from the back, on me!"

[Ace of Hearts]

*Willard, Kenneth, and the two privates who survived the crash trudge along, muddy water sloshing with their every step. The distant echo of gunfire rages on, as does the thunderous roar of anti-air fire. Planes can be seen flying overhead, dropping soldiers into nearby sections of the swamp. A voice calls out in a foreign language.
Voice: Achtung! Achtung! Americana!
Willard: Dive for cover! NOW!
*With the shouting of the German soldier giving away the imminent barrage of gunfire, Willard and his squad-mates duck for cover. Willard dives behind a nearby group of boulders, as Private Bryant joins him. Kenneth sprints off to a tree not far from the boulders, and Tye plops down onto his stomach. Gunfire erupts from the cliffs above, as the Germans fire various rifles and submachine guns down at the squad.
Willard (Shouting): Greshem! Get a grenade up on that cliff, we'll cover you! Go on my mark!
Kenneth (Shouting): Yes sir!
Gunfire continues to pour down from the cliffs for several more moments, as Kenneth removes a grenade from his baggy jacket and slings his M3 'Grease Gun' over his shoulder. Not long afterwards, Willard calls out again.
Willard (Shouting): COVERING FIRE! Greshem, go!
Willard and Bryant spring up from the clump of boulders, unloading their weapons up at the cliffs, Tye joins in after Willard and Bryant open fire. As they do so, Kenneth sprints out from behind his tree, zig-zagging his way up to the Cliffside as the Germans duck for cover from the squad's barrage of gunfire. As Kenneth nears the cliffs, he stops, pulls the pin on his grenade, pulls his arm back, and chucks it forwards and upwards, hoping to land it somewhere near the German squad.

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*A large boom is heard, A leg falls down hitting the base of the cliff, A loud cry is heard at the top*