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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Wolfgang on September 04, 2008, 10:41:13 PM
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(anyone can join, you can be a pilot, soldier or a tank driver, I can't use Wolfgang because it is german, so my name is Tom)
Here's how the story begins
Tom was getting into the higgins boat as he lit a cigarette, he carried a M1 Garand in his hands as he sat down in the boat and waited for it to be lowered. "You ready buddy" said Joe. Joe was his best friend, they met at boot camp back in the states and were from the same town. Tom and Joe were both 18 years old and just arrived at Britain a few months ago. "I'm ready." said Tom as the Higgins boat began to lower into the water. Tom was lucky not be sent of to the pacific, he had heard stories from other soldiers at basecamp about what was going on. He inhaled on his cigarette and exhaled out his nose. The Higgins boat started to lurch forward and Tom sat quietly and looked around, some of these soldiers were not going to make it home alive, Tom hoped he wasn't going to be one of them.
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The lieutenant leans on the side of the higgins boat, watching the soldiers climb in, his grease gun hanging over his shoulder. He was fresh out of officers training, and his briefing had been pretty vague. Secure the beach, regroup, move on. "Alright boys, pile in." His boat was ahead of Tom and Joe, and should be hitting the beachhead first. A handful of his squad smoked, and the tips of the cigarettes glowed softly in the gloom.
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Tom watched as the hawker typhoons fighters roared overhead. The soldiers in the boat were quiet as their superior briefed them on the mission, they were going to hit Omaha beach in 10 minutes. "listen to those planes roar." said Joe.
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Name: Pvt. Greg "Smitty" Smith
Faction: US 82nd Airborne Division
Greg was looking out of the window of the aircraft he was on, his division was to go behind the enemy lines. He wasn't to sure about it but it was his duty to. He was never trained to get shot at while jumping out of the planes. As the flak started showing up he decided to back up from the window.
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Mausers, MG-42 nests, aircraft machineguns, 88's, and those fancy automatic rifles he had been hearing about. The Lieutenant heard them all even over the sound of the engines as the higgins boats lurched through the choppy seas. The blunt smell of diesel clashed with the sharper fragrance of gun smoke, and both fought for supremacy over the smell of the seawater. A handful of his squad stood ready, eyes fixed on the door ahead of them. The rest seemed to be fighting to keep whatever lunch they had scraped up on the ship. The lieutenant checked his clip for the tenth time since the boat had started moving.
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Name: Pvt. Steven "Brains" Higgins
Devision: Easy Company
The rocking of the boat was beginning to irritate him, he'd been under this jeep for an hour now slowly repairing it's engine the rocking of the waves making his board and tool box slide up and down the deck. "I can't wait 'till we have this beach and I can get a fairly good repair station..." he thought aloud. He flinched as his toolbox slid into his head knocking tools everywhere.. "Ow..." he slowly rolled out from under the jeep rubbing his head, a sergeant walked up to him. "We'll be hitting the beach in a few, get your gear ready." "Yes Sir!" I said and grabbed my Garand checking the clip
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name: Sgt. Wred Fawks 101st airborne
devision: "Pathfinders"
Wred looked about, he couldn't see anything but farm land and a few trees. He's still got to find the rest of his platoon, the dc-3s having scattered all the sticks into the wind. He hears a chirping. "Thunder." He says, a little too loud. "Lightning." A voice echoes.
"That you, Commander McAuliffe?"
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As Greg started to relax the plane shook violently and lurched. "Crud! We are hit! We can't jump now! We are way off target!" The seargant said "If we don't we will die!" several of the other member responded. Just then the plane lurched again, Greg looked towards cockpit and seen that the pilot and the cockpit was hit by a burst of flak, it was a gruesome sight. The plane lurched forward and the seargant decided to give the greenlight to go. Greg jumped from the plane and blacked out mid flight.
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Tom was starting to get seasick as the boat rock in the rough water. He looked out the side of the boat and could see the shoreline starting to come into view. "5 minutes to the beach squad." said the colonel.
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A sudden blast rocked the Lieutenants boat, and a spray of seawater came over one side. "Artillery!" Some of the squad ducked, others grabbed at the side of the boat. "It's long-range, nothing to worry about! No way they'll hit us!" As if on cue another explosion rocked the boat, but this one was different. This one brought screams, and it was louder. That shell did not land in the water. "Hold her steady! Full speed!"
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"Wha...where the heck am I" Greg said as he woke, "Oh I am in a tree...not the best landing spot..." He cut the ropes and landed on his feet, brandishing his standard issue m1 garand. "Wonder if I can find the rest of my group..." He said as he looked around.
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Shells started rained down, his boat getting swamped with water. "3 minutes to the beach!" yelled the driver. Tom loaded his Garand and prepared himself for when the boat hit the beach.
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The Higgins boat managed to avoid the mines, but the pinging of machine gun rounds bouncing off the door was unsettling at least. The door dropped. "Move, move, mo-" An artillery shell struck beside the boat, knocking it onto its side farther back into the water. The lieutenant came to laying in the boat, coughing up seawater and trying to find his grease gun. Bullets and shells rained, and somewhere he thought he heard a plane. In the thick gray fog over over the water higgins boats appeared to drift toward the beach like ghosts. "Re... Regrou... Charlie squad, regroup!"
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Tom's boat finally hit the beach and the door dropped. "GO GO GO!" yelled the colonel. Tom and Joe ran out of the boat and ran towards the shoreline screaming. Suddenly an MG-42 opened fire on them. Tom took a bullet in the arm but kept going, he took cover in a crater from a shell and fired on some soldiers on the cliffside.
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Greg pulled down his parachute when he heard German talk just over on the next block. "I got to think fast...no doubt thats a few scouts to find the paratroopers...I know!" Greg said as he layed down and placed the parachute over him. He had hoped the Germans would think he had died before landing, he slowed his breath and layed still. The Germans spoke some, Greg understood some of this due to him taking a German class in college before joining the war. No doubt were they checking if the paratroopers were alive.
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she stole up the beach with a grimace and re checked her rifle. she muttered slightly and pressed herself aginst the wall, looking up she could see the hig, daunting cliffs and fought of her sudden nausea. swingin round, she saw the edge of the , where it rounded upwards and from there she started the heavy climb upwards
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The Lieutenant sprinted from his higgins boat to a shell crater some distance up the beach, diving into it with a pack full of supplies. It seemed he had injured his leg when his boat had been hit. It also seemed this crater had a pair of soldiers in it. He tapped the one with the bullet wound on the shoulder. "Hey! My squad's wasted, and I need some help taking out those bunkers!" The Lieutenant drew a smoke grenade from his bag and hooked it in his belt. "Gotta mark those emplacements for the planes!"
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"I'll mark them." said Tom as he grabbed a red smokle grenade from his bag, he pulled the pin and threw it in front of the machine gun emplacement. "Angel squardron, we need you to take out a machine gun emplacement, target is marked by red smoke!" yelled Tom into his radio over the machine gun fire.
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Steven awoke with his head spinning inside a crater, an officer was shaking him. "Thank god your alive, now get your behind up and help us move up." He slowly stood noticing he had a rather large dent in the side of his helmet. He grabbed his gun and aimed down the beach, before he pulled the trigger a grenade fell into the crater. He leaped out of the way some shrapnel catching his leg.
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ghost
HALO worrier
falcon
"god look at the mess down there" phantom "ghost" falcon said she was one of the HALO troopers going to give back up to the ground forces below. ghost could fly without the parachutes others needed thats what made her the perfect scout to report enimy movements "ghost get your head in the game" her sargent shouted he and the rest of her HALO troop were leaving now to support the ground troop. ghost would leave in 5 minutes and radio back for enemy movement, and pick up heavy bombs to atack the tanks. the green light went on as the 10 other HALO worriers jumped out of the sky, ghost couldn't help wondering if she would see them again as she picked up her radio, her high powered rifel, her SMG and her harness of heavy bombs. "i sure hope that there are tanks out today" she mumbled as the green light went on again and she leapt out of the plane.
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shestruck the flare for the signal for planes and the boats to come forward. sighing exhausted she sat and watched as the boats started forward"not long now" she sighed and sstarted back down to see who she would be grouping up with her, as her team had fallen when they had tried to reach the cliff to send of the flares
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The unfortunate MG-42 gunner took a fairly long burst from a nearby fighters machine guns. "Haha! Take that you-" A German rifle round narrowly missed his helmet and he ducked back into the crater. "Right, snipers..." He scrambles out of the crater and ducks behind a small mound of sand running the length of the beach, staying away from the barbed wire on top of it. The grenade on his belt was green smoke, and he set it off on top of the sand mound to set a rally point for anyone nearby. Hopefully someone would be trained in demolitions.
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"WOOOOOOO" ghost yelled as she flew above the chaos then she spots green smoke "hey command i see green smoke on the battle feild i'm gonna checkit out mabey someone friendly needs a hand" ghost said into her raido as she flys tward the green smoke
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Bullets were streaking past his head, he needed to find cover. He noticed green smoke and thought it might conceal him for a bit. He limped as quickly as he could to it and dropped to the ground. "Anyone here?"
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"identify your self" ghost said her SMG between his shoulder blades while tossing an explosive tward the enemy gun fire
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"Private Steven Higgins of Easy Company sir!" he ducked as tracers shot through the smoke. "Crimony..we need those snipers taken out or we'll never be able to move up." he rolled into the crater and took aim down his Garand, he had a perfect shot on a sniper down the beach. He lined up the shot his finger on the trigger, but he couldn't bring himself to pull it. Another round rang past his left shoulder and he ducked away into the crater cursing himself quietly.
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"ok good to know"ghost said as she lined up her rifle shot with a sniper and shot him down "did you put up the smoke?" sheasked steven
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The lieutenant sprayed a handful of rounds toward the snipers as he ran toward the soldier by his smoke grenade. "No, that was me. I don't suppose either one of you have a bangalore, or an AT mine, do ya? We're not getting through without one!"
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"finaly i get to blow things up, i got bombs whats the target" ghost said then "oh wait i'mphantom falcon aka ghost of the HALO sky worriers"
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"Yeah, that's nice, we need to blow a hole in one of those bunkers. Just blowing down the door should work." The lieutenant points to a pair of bunkers set near the back of the beach, against the cliffs.
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Wolfgang dug through his bag and found an AT mine. "Lieuteanant I've got an AT mine!" yelled Tom over the MG-42. He opened fire with his Garand and killed the soldier that was manning the MG-42. "Come on, the machine gun is silent!" yelled Tom
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soldier passme that AT i'll deliver it" she said passing her rifle over to tom "cover me" ghost yelledas she flew tward the bunker doors
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Tom put the rifle down and opened fire with his thompson submachine gun. He took a bullet in the arm from a sniper, 3 inches from his other wound, but he didn't stop firing.
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The Lieutenant jams a new clip into his greasegun and sprays the bunker before turning back to the injured soldier. "You gonna be okay, private?"
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"I think so, AHHHH!" yelled Tom as he tried to move his arm, he was bleeding pretty badly and the second bullet must torn a muscle.
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"i'm back" ghost said landing next to her fellow soldiers "do you want me to blow this bunker sky high, or are we gonna capture it" ghost said pickinjg up her rifel again.
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"Lieutenant what should she do, blow it up or capture it?" asked Tom
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"Just knock out the door so we can move in and secure it. And someone get him a medic." That said, he rushes over the barbed wire and toward a pillbox, taking the MG-42 gunner by his blind side with a burst from his submachine gun.
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"the door is open can you cover me while i fix up tom" ghost said
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she ran back over to the another group of her team "so what i miis" she asked while opening fire on an advancing nazi
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Looking up at the Privates wounded arm he felt a wave a nausea wash over him. "I'll get the medic." he said almoast choking on his words. He waited for a pause in the fire to sprinting out of the crater towards the nearest medic. ~I have no idea why I had signed up for the army, I hate blood, and i'm too afraid to pull the trigger on my rifle, i'm a coward...~ He pushed the thoughts out of his head as he neared the medic. He slid to a stop when he reached him a bullet clipping his helmet and knocking it clear off, he ducked out of the line of fire and pointed to the crater where the wounded soldier lay.
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"hang on tom" ghost said as she saw the medic come over "good luck wolfy" she said as she flew up and tward the bunker chucking small gernaids into the bunker effectivly clearing out a smll part of it :boom:
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(Don't use Wolfy, remember this is World War 2)
Tom breathed heavily in pain. He was sure that the muscle near the shoulder was torn and it had a sharp pain when he tried to move.
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((srry tom))
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"MEDIC...HURRY!" yelled Tom over the gunfire. Tom dragged himself to his Thompson Submachine gun. He couldn't reload, he was defendless.
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Done with the pillbox, and miraculously unharmed, he started through the trenches which led to the bunker entrance. Above his head the roar of an MG-42 was deafening, but he would silence that soon enough. The door had been blown off its hinges, and the guards apparently killed. "Alright, time to move..."
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'WHERE'S THAT DAMN MEDIC!" yelled Tom as he pulled out his .45 caliber pistol.
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Steven slid into the bunker the medic right behind him. "We're here don't worry." he aimed his rifle out scanning the beach, he picked out a target but froze up again and turned to help the medic patch Tom up.
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Tom watched the medic patch him up. All of a sudden a german ran into the bunker, Tom picked up his pistol with his good arm and gunned him down. "'Dirty Kraut." muttered Tom
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"tom" ghost said setting back down "LT what is the plan of attack" still shoting her rifle at the enemys
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Tom tried to reload his pistol but couldn't because the medic was still patching him up.
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The Lieutenant peers around the doorway when a German sends a burst of rounds his way. He presses against the outside wall, breathing hard. The soldier inside was definitely an SS trooper, and his rifle... He slides down the wall and snaps around, letting his greasegun do the work.
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"wow he dosent waste time cool" ghost said slining her rifle on her back and picing up her SMG "here tom" she said reloading his pistol and flying tward the bunker.
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Tom took his pistol and waited for the medic to finish. "Hurry up Doc." said Tom immpatiently
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"AHHH DAMIT" ghost screamed falling to earth near the creater she was wearing armor but it didn't cover her wings, her right shoulder got cliped by "a lucky shot" and her flight was dis stablized and she was loosing height\ fast
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(I was gonna use Tom :O)
Thomas (Teehee) parachuted down to the entrance of the medical building, he shot a few Germans with his pistol as he ran in.
"Don't shoot," He said to the American soldier with the pistol.
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The Lieutenant grabs the SS troopers MP-44 and his magazines, and heads up to the bunkers gun emplacement. An MG-42 and a sniper were still firing on the beach, but a few rounds with this automatic rifle should fix that. The first round takes the sniper out, and another quick burst tears the gunner apart.
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"ugg my arm" she yells shooting at germans and running back to the medic with tom "yo doc wanna fix me up next"
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she looked grimly at the other two then gripped her gun and shot some rounds over at the other so=ide, ducking as whines of reacurring bullets came her way. she ran forwards then jumped into the air, thrusting her wings out and started circiling for the air, whilst cradiling her knew made bomb,hopefully it should work, MAssively
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Tom grabs a dead german Kar98K and opens fire on a different sniper. A bullet whizzes by his head and another bounces off his helmet. He ducks down and crawls towards the wall of the pillbox.
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The LT turns the MG-42 against the Germans holding the lines on the beach, the weapon raining bullets on them.
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Tom opened fire next to the LT with his Kar98K, gunning down the Germans holding the beach.
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Name: Greg "Newf" Reid (Call me Reid or Newf seeing as we have another Greg)
Division: 1st Infantry
Rank: Private First Class
Specialization: Sharpshooter (Sniper)
Steadying his Springfield M1903 rifle he looked down from a shoreline cliff just off to the North-East of the beach at the chaos. After landing and the majority of his boats crew cut down by the MG-42's he managed to find himself a higher up area and waited until this point to make sure that, if anyone did see him go there they would of gave up waiting for him anyway.
After relaxing his body and slowing his breathing he looked down the scope, studying the area and the positions of his allies before moving on to the enemy. Once he had most targets marked in his head he opened fire on the most threatening ones to those at the shingle. Taking one shot every few moments as not to completely blow his position he managed to silence one gun when either people ran out to man it, or they simply knew it was a dead zone.
Making sure to ease his way and avoid any mines that may of been placed he slowly relocates to a new position, again assessing the enemy and taking out the top priority targets effectively, every shot counting. Thinking out loud "I hope this ends soon, I lost most of my ammunition, I only have about 20 rounds left and I will have to move once I get low..." he whispers to himself hoping his support was enough for the medics to finish what work they were doing and everyone find proper cover or take the bunkers before he ran out.
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ghost tieing off her arm, threw an explosive into the bunker, waited a second and ran to the opening shooting germans left and right