Belleau Wood Brawds And Bayonets

“Brawds and Bayonets”

Who: Mancuso, Elizabeth, Henston, Alex, Pagliaccio, Court, Bob, Ryan &
lots
of Germans

When: June, 1918
Where: Belleau Wood

What: A not-so-quiet day in Belleau Wood. Elizabeth comes to take some
pictures while the boys watching “front.” Shelling starts and things
quickly get hairy, climaxing in a German rush on the trenches.

Belleau Wood
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Tall, regal trees reach for the sky as they have for hundreds of years,
their crowns lending welcome shade in the summer and frosty artwork in
the
winter. Old leaves cover the ground, but obscured by plentiful
underbrush,
they are more felt than seen when walking over them. It is an oasis in
an
area otherwise covered by farmland, left alone to flourish where
elsewhere
the hand of man has cut down every tree for their own needs.

It is currently daytime.

Sub-Rooms :
1. Front Line Trench

Contents
Elizabeth
Mancuso
Henston - 1. Front Line Trench
Alex - 1. Front Line Trench

(Item 1) 7.92-57 x 100 Ammo / 1. Front Line Trench

West to Belleau Wood East to Belleau Wood
South to Wheatfield North to Belleau Wood

<> Mancuso moves into Front Line Trench.

Henston looks up at Mancuso. "No contact recently, Corporal." He rests
the
butt of his rifle on the ground and leans against it like a cane. Right
now,
he is sitting on a crate full of German rifle ammunition.

Alex sits up against the wall of the trench, leaning against his rifle,
blanket thrown over his resting form. He glances upwards at the new
Corporal, chuckling a little, breaking out into some light coughing,
snuggling up beneath his blanket.

Mancuso is watching the front. If the maze-like, German-filled wood can
be
said to have a front. He's field-stripping his rifle at the moment,
giving
it a hasty cleaning to keep it in good working order. "They're out
there,"
he mutters, as a sort of response to Henston. Not that he actually
looks at
the man as he says it. Alex's coughing, and chuckling, earn him a long
look.

Camera bag in tow, Elizabeth comes trudging into the trench and into
the
sightline of the boys gathered there, lucky them. She's wearing a pair
of
trousers today (Shocking!), but it's much more practically to traipse
through the mud and grime.

Alex hardly notices Elizabeth, dismissing her as a he, not really
getting
quite a good look at her. "Yeah… *cough* They're out there, an we're
in
here… and I'll wager someone will tell us to go out there an get
them"

Henston sees a woman in the trenches, and his eyes boggle in disbelief.
"Whoa, since when did women get sent to the front lines?" he asked,
apparently not caught up in the times. He notices her camera bag.
"Photographer eh…"

"I'll back you up on that wager," Mancuso mutters grimly, fishing
around in
his pockets for a cigarette to puff on. "Pretty safe. Not like we get
much
downtime." He lights up and starts in on puffing. That's when he
notices
Elizabeth. His dark eyes widen at first, then narrow at her and her
trousers. "What the hell are you doin' here?" he grunts at her.

And not only women on the front, but women in pants on the front.
Looking up
from her footing as Mancuso greets her, though it's hardly a cheerful
greeting. "My job. Just like you." Lizzie retorts with a wry smirk as
she
shifts her bag on her shoulder.

Henston grins at the woman photographer's response. Equally
challenging,
strong, confident, and independent. "Hey miss, care to take my
picture?" he
jokes, doing a pose.

Alex rolls his eyes, glancing over at the woman, shaking his head, "Why
people willingly come up here….." he mutters, slinking down into the
trench a bit more, pulling his blanket up further as he tries to keep
warm.

Mancuso glares at Elizabeth. He don't like this. But she probably has
permission to be here, so there's not too much he can say about it.
"Well,
get your ass into the trench, then," he growls at her. "Before the
Boche
blow you and them nice legs of yours sky high." He gives Henston a
-look-
for that posing. Don't encourage her.

"You didn't seem so upset the last time -you- posed for a photograph,
Corporal," she points out to the newly promoted Mancuso, before she
takes a
seat on the edge of the trench and slides right on in.

Henston chuckles lightly at Elizabeth's retort. "The ol' Corporal is
just
looking out for you, ma'am. We lost nearly ninety percent of our
platoon
standing about in this forest."

Alex groans quietly, not liking the testosterone levels as the two
boors
fight over the affections of the lady. The Marine pulls his blanket up
over
his head to hide himself, trying to make himself as small as possible.

Mancuso ain't fighting at the moment. He's just sitting and smoking and
being disagreeable. He grunts and puffs unintelligibly for awhile,
muttering
in what could be Italian. Highly non-complimentary Italian. "You still
ain't
gotten me them copies," he mutters at Elizabeth, finally back in
English. He
frowns at Henston's words, his gaze going out into the woods. "Get your
damn
picture taken if you want to," he growls at Henston after a moment,
without
looking at him. "If we're lucky, your ugly mug'll probably break her
damn
camera."

Henston gets off the crate of German rifle ammunition. "There's a seat
right
here, ma'am, if you wish to sit." He sits on the ground, resting his
rifle
against his right shoulder.

"You haven't come by my tent to get them like you said you would."
Elizabeth
doesn't seem the sort of lady to take any gruff from the men she has
gotten
so used to being around. She offers a faint nod to Henston, mud now
smeared
on her backside, though she doesn't move to take the seat. "I actually
am
just passing through. Got an assignment a bit further in, but…I'll be
back
this way, don't you worry."

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage rips through Belleau
Wood
to deadly effect, filling the air with lethal shrapnel!

<> Elizabeth moves into Front Line Trench.

Henston looks up as dirt flies into the trench. "Ah, now they fire
their
batteries. I thought that the French would take out their batteries."

<> Elizabeth changes her style to TakeCover!

Henston rises to a kneel.

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage batters Belleau Wood
ineffectually.

<> Mancuso changes his style to TakeCover!

As the barrage starts, Elizabeth ducks her head and hurries on her
way…

<> Henston changes his style to TakeCover!

Alex hears the artillery screaming in, lowering the veil over his eyes,
"Not
again…" he mutters, reaching over and pulling his helmet on, "Not
this
shit again"

Henston maintains his position has Elizabeth continues on her way
yonder. He
uses the crate as cover in case any Germans want to come in from the
east.
Probably not a nice cover if the artillery hits the crate, but better
than
nothing…

"Get the hell down!" Mancuso hollers at Elizabeth, trying to yank her
further into the trench and onto the ground. His own shovy version of
chivalry. "Everybody get down. Maybe they're just hammering us again.
And
maybe they ain't. Henston! Keep a look-out to the east. Nevoigt! Watch
the
northern end. Them bastards are all around."

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage batters Belleau Wood
ineffectually.

Elizabeth yelps as she's hauled back, landing heavily on her
backside…thank god for slacks. No flashing panties at anyone, whoo!
She
simply looks up at Mancuso, snapping softly, "I'm sure I've been
through
more of this than you have." Which is likely true.

Henston murmurs, "Damn we have a piss poor position."

Alex glowers, "Just when I was about to take a shit too…" he mutters,
peeking over the lip of the trench, looking off to the north, "Ye know,
we
still hold those northern trenches…" he says over his shoulder to the
new
Corporal.

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage batters Belleau Wood
ineffectually.

It likely is. Mancuso can't be more than twenty, hard as he likes to
try to
look and act. But he don't like hearing it. "Just get down and shut up,
girlie," he grunts at her, before turning his attention to Alex. He
nods
shortly. "We got any men up there watching the line?"

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage rips through Belleau
Wood
to deadly effect, filling the air with lethal shrapnel!

Henston shudders as he hears the shrapnel whistling above him. That
last
shell hit pretty close to the trenches…

Alex shakes his head in reply to Mancuso, pressing his cheek against
the
wooden walls of the trench, "Dosen't look like it" he shouts, trying to
be
heard over the whumpf of shells impacting.

Elizabeth simply rolls her eyes as she shift out from where Mancuso
pushed
her. Setting her bag carefully to the side, she lifts her head, eyes
narrowed…she has no helmet like the men, but she doesn't seem to
think
twice about peeking out…

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage batters Belleau Wood
ineffectually.

Mancuso nods another of those short, terse nods. He's looking rather
edgy
himself, though he keeps from shuddering. He hasn't been in charge of
men in
this kind of situation many times yet. "We need to get a couple bodies
up
there to keep an eye on things. They could come from the east or the
northern end, in that position."

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage batters Belleau Wood
ineffectually.
<> German Light Arty artillery barrage rips through Belleau
Wood
to deadly effect, filling the air with lethal shrapnel!
<> German Light Arty artillery barrage batters Belleau Wood
ineffectually.

Alex glances around, not wanting to volunteer, but not wanting to get
volunpicked either.

Elizabeth sighs as none of the boys volunteer. "If you're that short on
men," she offers to Mancuso, loudly enough that her voices carry. "Send
me.
They don't shoot women, anyways…"

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage batters Belleau Wood
ineffectually.

Mancuso snorts at Alex. "I'll go," he grunts. "Keep an eye turned east
of
here, Nevoigt. And give a holler if you see any of the sons of bitches
out
there." He turns in Henston's direction, as if about to bark something
at
him, when Elizabeth speaks up. He snorts. "They shoot just about
anything
that moves out here, doll. But you wanna come? Be my guest. Least I can
make
sure you don't cause no trouble."

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage batters Belleau Wood
ineffectually.
<> Artillery barrage at Belleau Wood has lifted!

Alex grumbles, moving over to peer to the east.

Elizabeth had only meant to make some of the men want to go, even if it
was
simply to prove that they were ore of a man than the lone woman in the
trenches. "If you're that hard up for capable men, give me a gun and
I'm
with you." she assures Mancuso, keeping her gaze focused out of the
trench.

Henston says "If you go north, you'd have to defend three sides as
opposed
to the two here."

"You ain't getting no gun," Mancuso growls at Elizabeth, stomping off
to the
north at a low crouch. He doesn't exactly beg her to follow, but he
doesn't
stop her, either. "You boys keep a look-out. Yell if you see somethin'.
I'll
do the same."

<> Mancuso moves North to Belleau Wood .

Belleau Wood
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Tall, regal trees reach for the sky as they have for hundreds of years,
their crowns lending welcome shade in the summer and frosty artwork in
the
winter. Old leaves cover the ground, but obscured by plentiful
underbrush,
they are more felt than seen when walking over them. It is an oasis in
an
area otherwise covered by farmland, left alone to flourish where
elsewhere
the hand of man has cut down every tree for their own needs.

It is currently daytime.

Sub-Rooms :
1. Front Line Trench

=======================< In Your Location >================
Allied (#714) Mancuso (1) - Front Line Trench I.
Springfield
=====================< Belleau Wood >============

West to L-L-B - Belleau Road East to Belleau Wood

South to Belleau Wood North to Belleau Wood

<> You notice Elizabeth arrive at Belleau Wood.

Mancuso has hunkered himself down in a lookout position, keeping an eye
on
the forest to the east of the trench. "This fuckin' place…" he
mutters to
himself, squinting through the trees. It's not easy terrain to see in.

Elizabeth comes up behind Mancuso, crouching there. "Seconds et of eyes
won't hurt," she murmurs at him.

Mancuso does a mixture of grunting and growling at her. Versatile guy
that
he is. "Make yourself useful and keep an eye on the stuff north of
here," he
says. "Not that anybody can see any goddamn thing through these goddamn
trees."

Elizabeth snorts quietly, though she can't help but s mile. "Steps
ahead of
you already," she assures Mancuso dryly.

Mancuso suddenly catches his breath, apparently spotting something in
the
trees. "Stay down," he whispers to Elizabeth. To surprised even to
curse.
Slowly, very slowly, he raises his rifle and takes aim.

<> Mancuso changes his style to Standard!

<> Mancuso fires his Springfield at Wernher and hits!
Wernher suffers 8 wound damage to his left hand.

<> Pagliaccio moves into Front Line Trench.

<> Wernher moves North to Belleau Wood .

<> Pagliaccio changes his style to Standard!

Mancuso lets one rip. A bullet, that is. He fires a shot to whatever he
sees
east of them, and manages to hit that something. A German, to be
specific.
"I tagged him," he says gruffly. He ran out of here. Headed north. You
see
anything?"

Pagliaccio hops into the trenchline just as the shot rings out, lifting
his
big, bad BAR to the east where Mancuso was shooting. "Hey." Then pivots
the
weapon northward. "They sent you out here all alone - you piss off the
CO?"

Pagliaccio murmurs. "I see some feldgrau up there, some jackass hiding
behind a tree, but I see him.. you want me to fire boss?"

Mancuso nods tersely to Pag. "Of fucking course. You see anything
German,
you shoot it."

<> Pagliaccio fires his BAR M1918A1 at Anton but misses!

Mancuso shouts, "WHAT'S THE SITUATION DOWN THERE?".

Pagliaccio sniffs, "Hey, had to ask, don't know what the score is out
here…" He murmurs, cursing as he pulls the trigger, a singal round
plinking into the trees. "Shit, missed him, he moved off to the east."

Elizabeth keeps her head down, mostly, and doesn't pull her weapon out.
Yet.
She does look at the newly arrived Pagliaccio, and smirks. "Shoot
first, ask
questions later," she assures him. Women in pants in the trench…what
next?

From Belleau Wood, a male voice shouts, "No contact.".

Mancuso shouts, "WE GOT A COUPLE MOVING THROUGH THE TREES HERE, BUT WE
GOT
'EM HANDLED FOR NOW. KEEP A LOOKOUT.".

Pagliaccio Glances over the side of the automatic rifle, at the other
soldier in the trench. A skirt, "Hey there, doll." He says, "I take
that
back, Mancuso, you must of really pissed off the CO, cause here you are
with
a broad in a hole, and they sent my lumbering ass out here to ruin the
magic." He says with a smirk, looking back over his iron sights.

Mancuso glares over at Elizabeth. Damn right she doesn't pull her
weapon
out. Apparently the 'shoot everything' rule doesn't apply to her.
"Watch the
eastern end for awhile," he tells her. "I ain't seeing nothing out
here, and
I wanna give our boy up north a proper welcome." As to Pag, he snorts.
"I
ain't having too much fun with her, but if she was stupid enough to
come,
better she stay her ass here than get shot. We got a couple boys
watching
the southern trenches, so we should be okay unless things get heavy."

<> You are now peeking into Belleau Wood.

Elizabeth is actually in pants today, but that's beside the point. Her
long
braid down her back singles her out as a woman, not to mention her
actual
figure and curves. If she saw a body out there, she would…but the
last
time she shot at a German, they shot her right back, and she was lucky
to
get out alive (thank God for +revives!). To Mancuso, she narrows her
eyes.
"Just shut up and do your bloody job, I don't want to have to send your
picture back to your family for you."

Pagliaccio nods to Mancuso. "Hey, i bet morale'd stay higher if they
sent
more broads out on patrol." He smirks, not moving his eyes from
downrange.
"Man, if the huns capture us, they're gonna think we're desperate for
soldiers in the US, drafting skirts to fight."

Mancuso blinks at Elizabeth, too surprised when to glare for a second.
Did
she tell him to shut up? He snorts, puffing his chest up big, but he
doesn't
retort. He just shakes his head, turning his attention to Pag. "I sure
as
hell didn't invite her. She kinda drafted herself. Not a good time to
toss
her out now, with these fuckin' Boche crawling around. You still got
that
guy spotted?"

Pagliaccio shakes his head, "Naw, if I saw him, I'd be throwing lead at
him,
he must of caught wind of me aiming at him, cause once I shot, he took
off
running back east."

Elizabeth simply closes her eyes for a moment. What else can she say?
Stupid
asses…she has her pistol if she needs it, but perhaps more
importantly,
she has a first aid kit. Maybe she simply won't use it, so there! "I
didn't
draft myself. But you seemed short a few volunteers with the…courage
to
join you."

And she did have the courage to join him. Which may be why Mancuso
didn't
object too strongly to her coming along. Not that he's going to admit
anything like that. He levels a glare at her, then grunts again and
ignores
her. "Keep your eyes open," he says to Pag. "The bastard's out there
somewhere. They all are."

Pagliaccio nods, "I ain't seeing nothing but trees, and more trees. One
thing them sausage eaters are good at, it's hiding. Just the other day,
I
was digging in the reserve line, and I turned over a rock, and half
expected
three huns hiding under there, like the damned insects they is."

Elizabeth snorts quietly, listening to both men before she shakes her
head
slowly and simply lookso ut. Men.

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage rips through Belleau
Wood
to deadly effect, filling the air with lethal shrapnel!

<> Mancuso changes his style to TakeCover!

<> Pagliaccio changes his style to TakeCover!

<> You notice Court arrive at Belleau Wood.

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage batters Belleau Wood
ineffectually.

"Get the fuck down!" Mancuso yells, doing just them himself. And trying
to
shove Elizabeth down again while he's at it. He, Pagliaccio
and…Elizabeth
are all hunkered down in the trenches. Mancuso has his eyes on the
east, at
the moment. Pag is watching the north. There area couple of other
Marine
blokes in the trenches to the south of them. And everybody just hit the
dirt
when the artillery started flying.

<> Court moves into Front Line Trench.

Pagliaccio hollars, "Fucking bastards, come fight like men, you sons of
bitches!!" He hollars over the din of light artillery slamming into the
ground, splintering trees and leaving denuded branches raining down on
them.

Court comes running down the path, his BAR swaying alongside him as he
sprints towards the trench and dives into it, landing alongside
Mancuso,
"I'm back."

<> Court changes his style to TakeCover!

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage rips through Belleau
Wood
to deadly effect, filling the air with lethal shrapnel!

Elizabeth grunts as she's pushed down, again, landing hard and jarring
her
shoulder. A yelp, and she snaps up at Mancuso. "Careful!" SHe can't
still be
injured and out here…can she?

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage rips through Belleau
Wood
to deadly effect, filling the air with lethal shrapnel!

Mancuso looks up, spitting out some dirt, and grinning that ugly grin
of his
at Court. "What kept ya?" he asks dryly. "We've had a couple Jerries
running
around out in the forest, but they high-tailed it as soon as they were
spotted. Keep your eyes peeled. Them sons of bitches'll be back." To
Elizabeth, he just grunts. He doesn't sound too sorry.

Court winces as he throws himself up against the side of the trench,
his
heavily bandaged arm banging roughly against it as he clasps his BAR
close.
When another shell comes in he ducks down, trying to make himself as
small
as possible, "Geez, sorry." He glances over the top of the trench in
the
break between shells, "I don't see shit. But in case I do," he pats the
BAR
next to him, "We got Elva."

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage batters Belleau Wood
ineffectually.
<> German Light Arty artillery barrage batters Belleau Wood
ineffectually.

Pagliaccio looks over his shoulder. "Hey, this damn trench is getting
too
crowded with women, We got Betty, Elva, and now this broad…" He says,
jamming his thumb at Elizabeth. His own BAR is Betty. Good Ol' Betty.

"Oh, get over yourselves," Elizabeth mutters as the men continue to
give her
presence a hard time. She really must remember these Marines aren't
used to
her like the rest of the forces were on the last Front she was at.

Court snorts a laugh at Pagliaccio, "You wanna walk her back to camp
you go
right ahead, buddy. I'll stay here and try not to get my ass blown back
to
Iowa."

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage batters Belleau Wood
ineffectually.
<> German Light Arty artillery barrage rips through Belleau
Wood
to deadly effect, filling the air with lethal shrapnel!

From Belleau Wood, a male voice shouts, "Could use a machinegun down
south".

Mancuso barks a rough laugh. "I like the looks of your brawds better,"
he
says. He looks back at Elizabeth with a smug grin. But he shakes his
head at
the idea of her leaving. "Nobody's moving outta this damn trench until
the
action is over. Could get your head blown clean off out there." At the
shout
he nods tersely, looking between Court and Pagliaccio. "Looks like they
need
another guy to watch the line. Juts one. I don't want to get short up
here.
Anybody itching to head south?"

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage batters Belleau Wood
ineffectually.

Pagliaccio looks back at Court at the shout over the din from the
south.
"Hey, I was here first, get your own hole." He says with a slight
laugh, the
thuggish new yorker not moving from his spot against the trench wall.

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage batters Belleau Wood
ineffectually.

Elizabeth simply remains down, keeping her peace to herself. Why bother
talking to these boys? Children, all of them.

Court pulls himself to his feet, "Fine fine you guinea bastard." He
hefts
his BAR and, keeping as low as he can, rushes southward towards the
direction of the voice.

<> Court moves South to Belleau Wood .

Henston grins, as finally some heavier firepower is here in the form of
a
B-A-R gunner.

Court rushes along the trench, his head ducked low as he falls into a
sitting position alongside the other Marines, "Somebody order a good
ol'
fashioned Jerry ass kickin'?"

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage batters Belleau Wood
ineffectually.

Alex snorts, "Yea, keep yer eyes peeled east, i'm lookin all around
just to
be sure"

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage batters Belleau Wood
ineffectually.

Mancuso nods approvingly as Court hops to it, briefly turning his eye
south
to watch him go. Then he goes back to peering east, and keeping his
head
ducked down. He keeps his gun close. The little boy likes his gun.

<> German Light Arty artillery barrage rips through Belleau
Wood
to deadly effect, filling the air with lethal shrapnel!
<> German Light Arty artillery barrage batters Belleau Wood
ineffectually.
<> German Light Arty artillery barrage batters Belleau Wood
ineffectually.
<> Artillery barrage at Belleau Wood has lifted!

<> Pagliaccio changes his style to RapidFire!

"You see anything out there?" Mancuso asks Pagliaccio, her New York
accent
terse. "I can't see a hair of them east of us."

Pagliaccio shakes his head, "Not a whiff. And usually you can smell em
before you see em…" He says, in proper NY Macho fashion.

"You realize they probably say the same things about us," Lizbeth
offers
dryly to her Trench Companions.

Pagliaccio snorts. "Yeah, but it's in that funny piglatin they speak,
so who
gives a shit." He murmurs. Certainly he's pumped up from that artillery
barrage.

Mancuso laughs roughly at Pag's joke, giving the air a theatrical
sniff.
Elizabeth's crack stops him laughing, though. He snorts some more, and
peers
off to the east.

Elizabeth is always the pragmatist, what can she say? She lifts her
left
hand to rub lightly at her right shoulder, cringing for a moment.

From Belleau Wood, a male voice shouts, "Contact east!".

<> You hear the sound of Automatic Rifles from Belleau
Wood!

From Belleau Wood, a male voice shouts, "Lots!".

<> You hear the sound of Automatic Rifles from Belleau
Wood!

From Belleau Wood, a male voice shouts, "They're in the trenches!".

"Fuck," Mancuso mutters. "Shoot south!" He starts to move, then looks
to
Elizabeth. In the trenches. Fuck. "Get out of here," he orders her
roughly.
"Get back to the village. Fuckin' run!" He sounds genuinely worried,
rough
or not.

<> You hear the sound of Rifles from Belleau Wood!

Belleau Wood
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[The Grid]-----—> > > > > THE LOST GENERATION < <
<


Tall, regal trees reach for the sky as they have for hundreds of years,
their crowns lending welcome shade in the summer and frosty artwork in
the
winter. Old leaves cover the ground, but obscured by plentiful
underbrush,
they are more felt than seen when walking over them. It is an oasis in
an
area otherwise covered by farmland, left alone to flourish where
elsewhere
the hand of man has cut down every tree for their own needs.

It is currently daytime.

Sub-Rooms :
1. Front Line Trench

======================< In Your Location >================
Allied (#1178) Pagliaccio (1) - Front Line Trench I. BAR
M1918A1
Allied (#636) Elizabeth (1) - Front Line Trench I.
Allied (#714) Mancuso (1) - Front Line Trench I.
Springfield
======================< Belleau Wood >==========
Allied (#1529) Court (1) - Front Line Trench I. BAR
M1918A1
Allied (#1157) Alex (1) - Front Line Trench I.
Springfield

CentPw (#1533) Bernhard I. Kar98k
CentPw (#1534) Bert I. Kar98k
CentPw (#1535) Berthold I. Kar98k
CentPw (#1536) Bjorn I. Kar98k

(Item 1) 7.92-57 x 100 Ammo / 1. Front Line Trench

West to L-L-B - Belleau Road East to Belleau Wood
South to Belleau Wood North to Belleau Wood

Pagliaccio yell, "South, kill em all!" He hollars, and pushes Elizabeth
out
of the way to start firing. "Get the fuck outta here, girlie!"

<> Pagliaccio fires his BAR M1918A1 at Bernhard but
misses!
<> Bjorn moves into Front Line Trench.
<> Bert moves into Front Line Trench.
<> Bernhard moves into Front Line Trench.
<> Berthold moves into Front Line Trench.

Pagliaccio flicks the selector on his BAR. "Lets yell, baby…"

Court gets to his feet and takes a few steps backwards as the Germans
come,
"Yeah? You want something? Fuckin' Jerry bastards!" He turns to look at
Alex, "Run like hell."

Screw shooting. Mancuso gets his bayonet ready when he sees the number
of
them in the trenches. "You stay the hell put!" he yells at Elizabeth.
Then
he's off.

Court takes off northward.

<> Court moves North to Belleau Wood .
<> You notice Court arrive at Belleau Wood.
<> Pagliaccio fires his BAR M1918A1 at Bert but misses!
<> Bjorn moves to engage Alex in close quarters combat,
and
succeeds!

Mancuso is about to run south when Court comes racing up. "Dammit. You
boys
got a load of them."

Court comes running in from the southern part of the trench, "They're
in the
trench and they're pissed!" He yells, running along and reloading his
BAR as
he speaks.

<> Alex attempts to disengage from close quarters combat
with
Bjorn, and succeeds!.
<> Mancuso fires his Springfield at Bjorn but misses!
<> Pagliaccio tries to fire his BAR M1918A1 at Berthold
but
his weapon is jammed!

Pagliaccio curses as the BAR siezes up. "Not now, girl, not now!" He
mutters.

Court looks to Elizabeth, "Give me a hand reloading this thing!" He
holds
the BAR out, his wounded arm making the thing unwieldly.

<> Berthold fires his Kar98k at Alex but misses!

Court pats the pockets on his jacket, "SHIT! SHIT! I'm out of ammo.
Fuckin'
fresh out."

<> Mancuso fires his Springfield at Bjorn but misses!
<> Bjorn fires his Kar98k at Alex but misses!

Court shouts, "GET UP HERE, YOU CRAZY IDIOT!".

<> Berthold fires his Kar98k at Alex but misses!
<> Pagliaccio unjams his BAR M1918A1!

Mancuso starts peppering the Germans with his Springfield, shifting up
into
a better shooting position.

<> Bjorn fires his Kar98k at Alex but misses!
<> Bert fires his Kar98k at Alex but misses!

Mancuso shouts, "GET UP HERE, GODDAMMIT!".

Alex gets the fuck out of dodge =P

<> Bernhard fires his Kar98k at Alex and hits!
Alex suffers 5 wound damage to his left arm.

<> Mancuso fires his Springfield at Bjorn and hits!
Bjorn suffers 7 wound damage to his left hand.

Pagliaccio tosses Court a Magazine for the BAR across the ground, and
lifts
his rifle up again to shoot.

<> Berthold fires his Kar98k at Alex and hits!
Alex suffers 4 wound damage to his left hand.

<> Pagliaccio fires his BAR M1918A1 at Berthold but
misses!

Court looks at the ammo and then at Pagliaccio, "You're a New Yorker,
but I
love ya." He quickly reloads, grinning southward.
<> Court picks up .30-06 x 20.

<> Bjorn fires his Kar98k at Alex but misses!
<> Bert fires his Kar98k at Alex but misses!

Well, fuck. Mancuso frowns as he sees Alex getting hammered. "Let's get
these bastards!" he shouts encouragingly, shooting some more.

<> Bernhard fires his Kar98k at Alex but misses!
<> Alex moves North to Belleau Wood .

Pagliaccio hollars over the din of automatic rifle fire. "Hey, don't
get
mushy on me." He says through grit teeth. "Bastards are just flicks in
my
sights, come on, you sons of bitches, leave that kid alone."

Court looks at Alex, "Glad to see you could make it." He is struggling
to
reload his rifle with one hand.

Pagliaccio lifts another magazine from it's pouch, and knocks it
against his
tommy hat to get the dust out and line the rounds up, and slaps it into
his
BAR.

<> Bjorn unwields his Kar98k!
<> Mancuso fires his Springfield at Bernhard but misses!
<> Pagliaccio reloads his BAR M1918A1!
<> Bjorn wields his Stielhandgranate!
<> Court reloads his BAR M1918A1!
<> Bert fires his Kar98k at Court but misses!
<> Pagliaccio fires his BAR M1918A1 at Bjorn but misses!

Mancuso shouts a sharp, "Fuck!" when he sees the German with a grenade.
"Take him down!" he hollers.

<> Bernhard fires his Kar98k at Pagliaccio but misses!
<> Alex moves into Front Line Trench.

Elizabeth remains down, just…waiting. She's got her first aid kit
ready,
waiting and praying sh won't have to use it…right.

<> Mancuso reloads his Springfield!
<> Bert fires his Kar98k at Alex but misses!
<> Bernhard fires his Kar98k at Mancuso but misses!

Pagliaccio flicks the selector on his rifle to Single Fire, and lifts
it to
his shoulder, taking a deep breath.

<> Pagliaccio fires his BAR M1918A1 at Bjorn but misses!
<> Berthold fires his Kar98k at Court but misses!

Alex sprints along the outside of the trench, bleeding from a few
wounds as
he rolls into the good side of the trench, wheezing from exertion.

<> Alex changes his style to Standard!
<> Mancuso fires his Springfield at Bjorn but misses!
<> Pagliaccio fires his BAR M1918A1 at Bjorn but misses!
<> You notice Bob arrive at Belleau Wood.
<> Bert fires his Kar98k at Bob but misses!

Mancuso and the others are hunkered down in the trench, firing at the
Germans to the south. The many, many Germans.

<> Bernhard fires his Kar98k at Bob but misses!

Court finally draws a bead on the German with the grenade and holds up
his
BAR, a smirk crossing his features, "I got him. I got him." He squeezes
the
trigger.

<> Berthold fires his Kar98k at Bob and hits!
Bob suffers 1 wound damage to his right hand.

<> Bjorn fires his Stielhandgranate at Bob but misses!
<> Court fires his BAR M1918A1 at Bjorn but misses!
<> Bjorn wields his Kar98k!

From Belleau Wood, a male voice shouts, "OH FUCK ME!".

Pagliaccio hollars. "For Fuck sake… my hands are shaking." He
hollars.

<> Pagliaccio fires his BAR M1918A1 at Bjorn but misses!

Court shouts, "NOT NOW! WE'VE GOT A WAR TO FIGHT!".

<> Mancuso fires his Springfield at Bjorn but misses!
<> Bob fires his Springfield at Bert but misses!
<> Pagliaccio changes his style to Standard!
<> Bjorn fires his Kar98k at Bob but misses!

Court continues to fire southward down the trench, gritting his teeth,
"I
can't hit nothin' from here. They got us pinned."

<> Court fires his BAR M1918A1 at Bjorn but misses!
<> Bert reloads his Kar98k!
<> Bernhard reloads his Kar98k!
<> Berthold reloads his Kar98k!

Mancuso growls when he sees Bob rush the Germans to the south. "Fuck,"
he
spits. "We're just taking pot shots down here. We've gotta get them out
of
that trench." He pats his bayonet.

<> Pagliaccio fires his BAR M1918A1 at Bert and hits!
Bert suffers 1 wound damage to his left hand.

<> Bob fires his Springfield at Bjorn but misses!
<> Mancuso fires his Springfield at Bernhard but misses!
<> Bjorn fires his Kar98k at Bob but misses!

Elizabeth takes a moment to scoot up and peek out…and groan. "You
sure you
boys don't want another hand, since you're doing so well?" she calls to
Mancuso, half teasing…

Court glances sidelong at Mancuso, "I'm game. Lets flush 'em out."

<> Bjorn unwields his Kar98k!
<> Bjorn wields his Stielhandgranate!
<> Bob unwields his Springfield!
<> Bob wields his MP18!

<> Bert fires his Kar98k at Bob and hits!
Bob suffers 8 wound damage to his abdomen.

Pagliaccio decides to stop just blowing off ammo, and takes aim at Bert
from
across the trench wall blowing off Bert's ring finger with a well
placed
shot. "We're just sinking rounds into the dirt here…. Ya'll want to
just
go kill the whole fucking lot of em?" He reaches down to his belt where
the
german spade he stole rests, and fingers the handle.

<> Alex fires his Springfield at Bernhard but misses!
<> Bernhard fires his Kar98k at Bob but misses!
<> Pagliaccio fires his BAR M1918A1 at Bjorn but misses!
<> Berthold fires his Kar98k at Bob but misses!

"You stay the fuck down!" Mancuso barks at Elizabeth. To the rest of
them he
grins, nodding to Pagliaccio. "Charge!" he yells. And so he does.

<> Bob fires his MP18 at Berthold but misses!

Elizabeth groans at the call to charge comes…but she stays put for
the
moment. She'll make no promises if she'll listen in the next.

Court nods his head, "We're not hitting anything here. We got to go in
there
and throw them out." He laughs loudly and takes off at a run southward
down
the trench.

Pagliaccio hollars, "Right behind you boss…" And moves side by side
with
Mancuso.

<> Bert fires his Kar98k at Bob but misses!

<> Bernhard fires his Kar98k at Bob and hits!
Bob suffers 6 wound damage to his left hand.

Alex jiggles his bayonet to make sure its secure, clutching at his
wounds,
"let's go"

<> Berthold fires his Kar98k at Bob but misses!
<> Mancuso changes his style to Sprint!
<> Court changes his style to Banzai!
<> Pagliaccio changes his style to Banzai!
<> Alex changes his style to Banzai!
<> Mancuso changes his style to Banzai!

<> Court moves South to Belleau Wood .

<> Mancuso changes his style to Sprint!
<> Mancuso moves South to Belleau Wood .

Belleau Wood
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Tall, regal trees reach for the sky as they have for hundreds of years,
their crowns lending welcome shade in the summer and frosty artwork in
the
winter. Old leaves cover the ground, but obscured by plentiful
underbrush,
they are more felt than seen when walking over them. It is an oasis in
an
area otherwise covered by farmland, left alone to flourish where
elsewhere
the hand of man has cut down every tree for their own needs.

It is currently daytime.

Sub-Rooms :
1. Front Line Trench

=====================< In Your Location >=============
Allied (#714) Mancuso (1) - Front Line Trench I.
Springfield
Allied (#1529) Court (1) - Front Line Trench I. BAR
M1918A1
Allied (#1512) Bob I. MP18

CentPw (#1535) Berthold (1) - Front Line Trench I. Kar98k
CentPw (#1533) Bernhard (1) - Front Line Trench I. Kar98k
CentPw (#1534) Bert (1) - Front Line Trench I. Kar98k
CentPw (#1536) Bjorn (1) - Front Line Trench I.
Stielhandgranate

(Item 1) 7.92-57 x 100 Ammo / 1. Front Line Trench

West to Belleau Wood East to Belleau Wood
South to Wheatfield North to Belleau Wood

<> Berthold fires his Kar98k at Court but misses!
<> Bjorn fires his Stielhandgranate at Court but misses!
<> Bjorn fires his Stielhandgranate at Mancuso but
misses!

Court comes charging southward, screaming like a maniac, "Hey Fritz!
Get the
hell out of our trench!"

<> Bjorn wields his Kar98k!
<> Court fires his BAR M1918A1 at Bjorn but misses!

Mancuso charging in, bayonet raised, yelling a long, loud yell.

<> Bert fires his Kar98k at Bob but misses!
<> Bernhard fires his Kar98k at Mancuso but misses!
<> You notice Alex arrive at Belleau Wood.
<> You notice Pagliaccio arrive at Belleau Wood.

Berthold and his pals are for the most part trying to waste bob, but to
little effect.

<> Bob changes his style to Banzai!
<> Bob fires his MP18 at Bjorn but misses!
<> Berthold unwields his Kar98k!

Alex comes screaming down the trench towards the Germans, having had a
little time to gather his senses as he lunges at the first German.

<> Berthold wields his Stielhandgranate!
<> Court moves to engage Bjorn in close quarters combat,
and
succeeds!
<> Bert fires his Kar98k at Court but misses!

<> Bjorn attacks Court in melee combat with his Kar98k
and
hits! Court suffers 4 wound damage to his left arm.

<> Alex moves to engage Berthold in close quarters
combat,
and succeeds!
<> Pagliaccio moves to engage Bert in close quarters
combat,
and succeeds!
<> Berthold unwields his Stielhandgranate!
<> Berthold wields his Kar98k!

Court grits his teeth as he is struck, swinging the BAR through the air
back
at the German with a scowl on his face, "To hell with you."

<> Mancuso changes his style to Banzai!
<> Court attacks Bjorn in melee combat with his BAR
M1918A1
but Bjorn blocks it!
<> Bob fires his MP18 at Bjorn but misses!

Berthold fumbles with his weapons and gets going with his Kar and
Bayonet

Mancuso tries to dive on Berthold, to do some proper murder.

<> Bjorn attacks Court in melee combat with his Kar98k
but
misses!

Pagliaccio lets his BAR fall from his hands as he whips out the spade
and
starts swinging.

<> Alex attacks Berthold in melee combat with his
Springfield
and hits! Berthold suffers 7 wound damage to his right leg.

<> Bert fires his Kar98k at Alex but misses!
<> Bert fires his Kar98k at Pagliaccio but misses!

<> Pagliaccio attacks Bert in melee combat with his BAR
M1918A1 and hits! Bert suffers 9 bruise damage to his right leg.

Alex lashes out with his pig sticker at Berthold, jamming it into the
Kraut's leg as he screams bloody murder.

Berthold screams and tries to defend himself from Alex's brutal attack

Court ducks as the attack goes over his head, clasping the BAR tightly
and
swinging it upward towards Bjorn's stomach as he comes up again.

<> Bob fires his MP18 at Bert but misses!
<> Berthold attacks Alex in melee combat with his Kar98k
but
Alex blocks it!
<> Court attacks Bjorn in melee combat with his BAR
M1918A1
but misses!
<> Mancuso moves to engage Bernhard in close quarters
combat,
and succeeds!
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