Resistance

[Flametrooper]

June 6, 1944

D-Day has arrived. Men back the boats that carry them towards beaches such as Omaha, Utah, and Point Du-Hoc. They land, and gunfire obliterates nearly everyone. The few that survive notice one thing before being killed. The helmets above them are not German helmets. There are German helmets, but the people above them have brown and red hats for their officers. The Russians have switched sides.

Right before D-Day, the Russians switched to the Axis side, swaying the battle in their favor. Great Britain is captured shortly after D-Day, and the Axis begin to launch an attack on the U.S., Germany and Russia coming from the East and Japan from the West.

Now, the Americans sit in their bunkers, guarding beaches all along the east coast. The Japanese landed in Hawaii, capturing it and killing all American troops there. Then, they proceeded to land at California, where they slowly moved in.

The Germans and Russians are two days away from landing at Maine, their main landing spot. Other coast areas are being landed on, but Germany and Russia’s objective is to capture the top and move down.

What is left of the U.S. army shakily gathers themselves together after having been massacred all along Europe, and forms a defensive line. You are part of Able Company, 502th Regiment, 103rd Infantry Squadron. If you stand a chance, nobobdy notices. As the government orders the army left and right, you prepare yourself in Maine.

What follows is the account of the brave soldiers of Able Company, who risked their life in their three major battles. They fought at Maine, and stayed there till defeat was inevitable. They turned and fought in the Roadside Battle, which spanned from Maine all the way to Washington D.C. At Washington D.C., they made their last official stand as Able Company.

Here is the account of the three major battles in the U.S. and Able Company’s partisan battles told through the eyes of soldiers.

Please fill out your:

Name:
Rank:
Age:
Wepons (Maximum one primary weapon, one pistol, one knife and grenades):
Short Descripton:
Military Experience (if any):

[Flametrooper]

Name: Joe "Flame" Markot
Rank: Captain (no one above me please)
Age: 27
Weapons: M1 Garand, Colt 45, Standard issue bayonet, 4 fragmentation grenades
Short Description: Brown hair, blue eyes, American origin, parents killed in Germany
Military Experience: Captain for four years, before that lieutenant. Seven years in U.S. Army

[Protogod]

Name: Steve Kernicson, "Lucky"
Rank: Lieutenant
Age:23
Weapons: Thompson military-issue Sub-machine gun, Colt .45 (with inscription- "Destruction cometh; they shall seek peace, and there shall be none") 4 fragmentation grenades (nicknamed pineapple grenades) and no knife (lost at sea)
Short Descripton: 6'3, blonde hair, hazel eyes
Military Experience: 2 years military exprerience in the africa campaign

[Flametrooper]

That's one. We may have one more coming. We need at least four people for a squad.

[Protogod]

Good luck and godspeed, gentlemen

[Tanis]

Special character created with the permission of the Game Master

Name: Karl Meisher von Leichtburg
Rank: Hauptmann, German Luftwaffe
Age: Twenty six
Wepons: 9mm Lugar Carbine and bayonet, stored beneath his pilot's seat with his survival packet.
Short Descripton: Karl is not a tall man, at five feet eight inches, but he is thick limbed and strong at two hundred pounds. He has short brownish hair and green eyes.
Military Experience: Karl has served in the Luftwaffe for nine years
Extra Information: Karl is the pilot of a Horten Ho XVII Long range bomber. A Picture is below for those unfamiliar with this experimental craft. Clearly seen are the two gun turrets.
http://luft46.volga.ru/horten/ho18a/model4.jpg
And the Luger Carbine.
http://www.army.lt/guns/gallery/L13.jpg

[Protogod]

I take it you want to kill us? nazi bastard.

[Tanis]

Errmmm....was that a friendly joke? If not I will have you know few would denounce Nazi Germany more than I. That doesn't mean I can't role play as one. And Luftwaffe pilots were not technically Nazis, only the SS and SA were.

[Protogod]

And Luftwaffe pilots were not technically Nazis, only the SS and SA were.

"necessarily" rather than "technically"

many of them were nazis

[Tanis]

Ah no, they were not. To be a Nazi you had to be officially indoctrinated into the party, and only the highest echelons of the Luftwaffe were Nazis. A lowly Hauptmann would not be a Nazi.

[Flametrooper]

Guys, cut it out. "Arguing will do us no good!" quoted form some guy. I gave Tanis permission to be a pilot. He will crash land behind enemy lines. We may even get to interrogate him!

[WarBrood]

correction. To be nazi you had to support the national socialist workers party. Many german's were nazi's, some were not. The SA was largly broken up by the time of the war.

[Tanis]

Thats what I have been trying to say. Just because he is German doesn't make him a Nazi. And you are correct there with the SA, after the Night of Long Knives they pretty much ceased to exist.

[Protogod]

Yes, I know not al lgermans were nazis, but the majority of germans, including the luftewaffa were nazis

[WarBrood]

Not true, the majority of germans were just too afraid to do anything about the nazi's

[Protogod]

Not true, the majority of germans were just too afraid to do anything about the nazi's

thats true after hitler went all crazy (frogive my lack of eloquence)

but during the early war and pre war periods, the nazi party did have alot of support.

[kongurous]

but during the early war and pre war periods, the nazi party did have alot of support.

Because the Nazi party under Hitler had turned Germany from a 3rd world hell-hole into a world superpower in a very short time. Most Germans did not approve of the mass killings, but followed along with it because of how powerful Germany was getting. Now please, stop arguing over this, you aren't doing anything. If you want to keep arguing, then the private message function exists for this reason.

Flame, I might join. Might. No promises.

[Flametrooper]

Sounds good. Warbrood, are you joining?

[Nickodemus]

How exactly did a RP turn into a debate?

[Flametrooper]

I have NO CLUE whatsoever, but cut it out. We need one more person at least before we can start.

[Protogod]

Sounds good. Warbrood, are you joining?


^^^see above

[Flametrooper]

But they never answered so....what are you saying?

[WarBrood]

Sorry boys, I am already wrapped up in other rp's

[Flametrooper]

Okay dokey. If we don't get any more we willjust have to start it looks like.

[Protogod]

alrighty then. Kick it off, flametrooper

[Flametrooper]

June 9, 1944
Captain Joe "Flame" Markot sat in his bunker along with a few other soldiers. Three days after being obliterated at D-Day, the men of Able Company preparet to face off with the oncoming German fleet. As Flame watches, a line of black boats appear on the horizon. He curses. "Everyone to cover! We have incoming boats and artillery!" As if to prove his point, an artillery shell lands in the middle of the trenches.

Bodies fly everywhere and Flame pulls out his rifle and prepares for one of the bloodiest battles every fought. Artillery continues to pount around him as the boats draw close. In the boats, Russians draw their guns and wait.

A small group of German planes (Tanis...) prepare for their assualt on the beacehs of Maine.

[Tanis]

"Flak wasn't supposed to be this heavy!" Complained the rear gunner. Black bursts of deadly anti-aircraft artillery.

"Quit whining!" Replied Karl as he jammed the control stick downward in an effort to clear the barrage.

The attack wing of Horten jet bombers had broken up into their flights just before hitting the coast of the United States, each with their own target. The jet bombers could fly fast and high, but the long flight from Europe had taxed their fuel stores and they needed to conserve every ounce for the return flight. They were flying too low and too slow, and the American anti-aircraft guns were tearing the flying wing bombers to pieces. Karl winced as one on his left broke into pieces as a 90mm shell penetrated the bombay doors.

Despite the heavy losses, the bombers were doing their jobs and they were doing them well. High explosive and anti-personnel 100 Kilogram bombs were exploding all up and down the beaches clearing the path for the approaching ground troops. Pulling into a rising left turn, Karl opened the bombay doors and dropped his load of explosives right on top of what appeared to be a command bunker, throwing bits of concrete and dirt into the sky. He smirked a little bit as he came around, heading back for the fatherland.

He was smirking right up until a flak shell blew the left wing off.

[Protogod]

In the trenches, it seemed the artillery fire was lightening up. Lt. Kernicson, "Lucky", grabbed his Thompson Sub-Machine gun, which had been knocked several yards away during the bombardment. As he raised his helmet, ornamented with his signature clover, Lucky peered over the trenchside, into the looming sea of Russian landing craft.

Beside him the survivors were aiming their Springfield rifles. With steady hands, a sudden volley of carefully aimed fire burst from the trenches. Within moments, the bodies of Russian officers were floating across the ocean. The russians hastily returned fire, and the battle was joined.

[Flametrooper]

Markot heard the yells outside. "Yeah! Another one down! Wohoo!" Flame looked out and saw two men near a flak battery. The other was just aiming when a plane did a strafing run. Both men fell down, bullet holes numberously dotting their limp bodies.

Captain Joe Markot ran towards the trenches, watching the plane go down. Its left wing was demolished and it was spiraling down towards the forests behind them. He sighed. OH well, it would be taken care of.

He turned back to the battle and watched as the Axis landed. He ran towards where Lt. Kernicson was picking them off. "Lieutenant! Round up the survivors and tell them to regroup in the five main bunkers! We must hold the line!" With a quick nod, Kernicson ran off towards teh other trenches.

Markot pulled out my Garand and peeked up over the trenches. A bullet clipped his helmet and flew several feet away. Hastily ducking, Markot realized his problem. They had to flank them before the main line was overrun.

Markot waited for Kernicson to return. From there he would round up a small group of soldiers for a flanking maneuver.

All he could do now was wait.

[Tech]

Hope you guys don't mind if I join in here.

Name:Steven "Thunder" Jackson
Rank: Sergeant
Age: 23
Wepons: M1919A4 .30cal Machine gun, Colt .45, Fragmentation Grenades
Short Descripton: Steven is fairly tall at 6'5" and very strong, weighing in at 235lbs of almost pure muscle, with light brown hair and green eyes.
Military Experience: Has spent the last 5 years on the frontlines and was one of the lucky survivors of the attempted D-day invasion.

[Tech]

Sergeant Jackson, known to those close to him as thunder because of his affinity for loud weaponry and explosions, had just gotten his orders to move to one of the main bunkers. As he started dissasembling his machine gun and tripod he wondered to himself; what do the commanders think they're doing, now all these bastards are going to have to do is concentrate their fire on the few main bunkers and they'll wipe us out. As he finished dismanteling his gun he slung it over his back, picked up his tripod and with a heavy sigh started running to the central bunker.

"Orders are orders." He muttered under his breath.

((ooc: sorry I didn't write more, but I'm late for class already.))

[Flametrooper]

(OCC: Glad you joined, I will post later.)

[Flametrooper]

Markot knew it was a weird order, but he had to do it. They would be, well, distrationcs. In the meantime, he would lead a select group around their flanks. He looked at the assembled line of troops beside him. They were all in cover, hodling a grenade ready to throw.

In front of them, the Russians and Germans slowly advaced up the beach. Markot yelled. "Pull pins!" Everyone pulled the pin on their grenade. Flame counted. 1...2....3 "Fire in the hole!" Ninety or so grenades launched over the top of the trench. The Axis had a brief second to look at the grenades before they were obliterated.

Flame needed a machine gun, and bad. He looked around and saw man hobbling towards him. He was carrying a machine gun and tripod on his back. Obviously the enemy saw it too, for a second later, the man was on the ground, clutching his shoulder. A bullet had hit him.

"Medic! We need a blasted medic!"

[Tech]

As Sgt Jackson approached the central bunker he saw what he liked to call a grenade shower being prepared. If there was anything he loved more than the sound of a good explosion it was a hundred explosions at once. As the grenades were tossed, and enemy soldier were mowed down by the blast, an enemy sniper caught sight of Jackson. Being a tall man, and well built from single handedly carrying a two person weapon, Sgt Jackson had a hard time keeping low in the trenches. His 75lb pack of gear as well as the 40lb gun and ammunition kept his steps short and quick, making him an easy target to a skilled sniper.

Just then, as he approached Captain Markot, his shoulder exploded with pain. The enemy bullet had entered the top of his arm, hit bone, and ricocheted out. Jackson fell to the ground in pain, clutching his shoulder. As he looked down to see the damage done he heard Captain Markot shouting for a medic.

"That bastard dares call a medic for me? It was his fault I was out in the open in the first place. He should be the one with a hole in his arm, damn officers are never the ones to get hit."

After he had finished his grumbling he grabbed his arm with one hand to stop some of the bleeding, and helped stand himself up with his other hand. This time he was very conscious of how low he moved to the ground, as he grabbed up his gun and continued on towards the Captain.

"I don't need any pansy medic to come to me, I'm not dead. Though if I had my way he'd be dead, gettin me shot for no good reason. He better have a better plan than just holing up in a bunker and waiting for the enemy to walk in and capture us all."

Finally he had reached the Captain, exhausted and in pain, but still alive.

"What are my order on this fine day sir!" Sgt Jackson saluted, and then winced in pain.

He may not always like it, but there was a chain of command for a reason, so he would follow it.

((ooc: wow, remind me to never question your orders again. just try to develop my character a little and you go and get me shot because of it. lol))

[Flametrooper]

(:P)

Markot watched the Sgt. wearily salute him an dsighed. "Welcome to task force Omega! We need to get everyone organized, then you will have a briefing. Welcome to the squad Sgt....?"

"Jackson, Sir."

"Good to know you Sgt. Jackson. Now get to the briefing area and let's roll!"

(Tag protogod and Tanis.)

[Tanis]

Karl growled in pain as he woke from the blackness that he had been thrown into when his bomber hit the ground at high speeds. He ripped the head set off and looked around to see if anyone else was alive. Navigator had gone through the cockpit window, leaving a horrible scene in the flight pit. Turret operator was toast as well, he was killed when the plane hit the ground. Reaching under his seat, Karl grabbed his survival kit and weapon. Detaching himself from the seat, he kicked open the side door. Down behind enemy lines...four words no pilot ever wanted to hear.

[Protogod]

Lt. Kernicson saw that the Germans had finally taken a beachhead, down the eastern coastline. The landing ships stopped coming close, and instead, naval artillery hammered the beachfront to prevent reenfrocements from heading east.

"Captain, you might want to look at this." said Lucky, as he turned to his commanding officer, Cpt. Markot, handing him his binoculars."

"They've landed there, out east."

Just above the beach, a group of german fighters was heading back to sea- battered and low on fuel. Far fewer were leaving than had arrived. At least someone did their job right... thought Lucky.

[Tech]

Sgt. Jackson sat in the trench with his back up against the earthen wall. Had he just disobeyed orders he would have 50 or 60 kills by now easily. But no, here he was sitting in a trench, while a medic cleaned and dressed the new hole in his arm. What the hell was taking so long to round up the rest of the squad? There was plenty of fighting to go around, and he was sitting here waiting.

Jackson would like to think that if he were in command things would be a bit different, he had been so close at one time to having that dream come true. His request for officers training had been approved, after the D-day invasion was over he was to report back to the states for his crash course. Of course things hadn't exactly gone to plan with the invasion, and with the expedious retreat to defend the states all transfers had been cancelled, and here he was sitting on his ass in a trench, waiting for orders from someone who so far hadn't proven to be a leader. Granted no American officer had ever been in this position before, and yes Jackson was bitter about losing his chance to prove himself as not only a great soldier but also a brilliant tactician, yet he still had seen no action to give him confidence in his commanders abilities.

As the medic finished with Jackson's wound and rushed off to help the next soldier down the line, the sergeant sat waiting, mulling over these thoughts in his mind. He finally came to a conclusion, the situation was what it was. He could do nothing to change it, so he would make the best of it, give this commander some time to prove himself. What did he have to lose? If this was the best the military had and he ended up dead, then he would be spared a life of slavery and oppression by the Axis; if this commander turned out to be skilled, then he would have his fair share of action and there might still be hope for this war. With that decided, there was nothing left for Jackson to do but sit and wait. So wait he would.

[Flametrooper]

(OCC: Hm... I thought I would let you guys post, but it seems you're not. I will post,b ut after that if no one besides Tech posts, we will stop this RP.

[Protogod]

(OCC: Hm... I thought I would let you guys post, but it seems you're not. I will post,b ut after that if no one besides Tech posts, we will stop this RP.

(ooc: I was waiting for you...)

[Flametrooper]

(OCC: Dont need to., but I will post soon. Soemeone can use my character. I want to flank the landing with just us four and maybe some other soldiers. When we go to flank, they will break through and we will have to rejoin with out company on their retreat to D.C. Sound good?)

[Flametrooper]

A small group of soldiers gathered around Markot. Markot, waited till there was a brief lull in fighting to explain his plan. Lt. Kernicson raised his eyebrow, asking Markot to get a mov eon. Sgt. Jackson put his machine gun on the ground and waited. Markot decided to start anyways.

"Listen up, soldiers! As you know, we are in a bad situation!" At this Jackson rolled his eyes and spoke up.

"Wouldn't grouping our troops together be even worse?"

Markot gave him a cold stare and Jackson looked down.

"We have to flank the enemy. A squad over on the right flank is also doing the same thing. The artillery is going to fire off a nasty barrage onto the beaches to stop any more boats from landing. Otherwise, it's up to use to do our job right."

Kernicson tried to speak, but a German grenade landed a bit away and not only drowned his words out, but flung a body in the middle of the three of them.

Markot smiled grimly. "I think he wants to volunteer," he said looking at the dead body at his feet.

The other two shook their heads.

"Private Winters will be with us also. He is our best sniper and will be quite useful in this situation. Now, the bunkers will hold, but the right and left flanks WILL NOT. We must get to the remote detonation area in the cliffside to the left of the beach and flip the switch. That will activate half of the mines. The other squad on the right flank will activate the other half. Questions?" Nobody spoke.

"Then let's move out!"

(OCC: GO ahead and post. GO to the left flank, have a nasty fight with the Germans and Russians, activate the switch, half the beach blows, the other squad will fail, the Axis will break through the right flank. We wil be trapped behind enemy lines. Sound good?

Also, Tanis, can you start posting too?)