Wire

Who: Byrd, Samuel, Frederick, Linefork, Kyler, Sidney, Morgenstern, Christiane
What: A wiring party.

Morgenstern walks ahead a plume of cigarette smoke, crouching a little to keep his head below sight of enemy snipers. He's coming in from the south and nods around to those he passes by.

Byrd is also just crawling into the trench to join the other men, approaching from the west, for his part. Keeping his head low is an instinct by now. There's a tired slump to his step, as there always seems to be these days.

Wearily occupying his own little piece of the trench, Samuel smokes an idle cigarette and twirls his bayonette clumsily between his fingers, eyes following the blade simply for something to do.

Sidney nods in return to Morgenstern, "'Lo Corper" to the Corporal. He takes another glance back in the direction of the ramparts around the redoubt, then forward once more towards the German lines across the lesser earthen barriers covering the reserve trench. "Doesn't look like we have much wire out there. Wonder what the brass is Tee-ing up, eh?"

"I think it'll be alright," Linefork says. "They toss a few big ones this way every now and again to keep us awake. Harassment fire is what the leftenant calls it."
He leans against the trenchwall and reaches into his breast pocket for a cigarette. Down the trench a German sniper nearly picks off a careless soldier as he walks along a more shallow part of the trench. The round exploded by his head showering him with dirt.
"Watch that step mate…it's a little high in that spot," Linefork says before grinning at the startled Brit.

Morgenstern grunts out a 'evenin' to Sidney before moving on to step up on the firing step to take a look out over No Man's Land for a quick one. He steps back down and takes another drag off the cigarette, scratching thoughtfully on a stubbled jaw. He doesn't seem too inclined to chat, but takes a seat near Samuel.

Frederick calmly puffs on his pipe, leaning back to watch the streams of smoke drift up to join the blacker smoke billowing into the sky from a variety of sources. He glances down at his Berthier, making sure the action is wrapped firmly with a rag to prevent dirt from collecting.

Byrd looks over with a blink when that sniper bullet hits the dirt but, as nobody is killed by it, he doesn't show much other reaction. "You got one of those to share with a bloke, mate?" he asks Samuel with a gesture at the man's cigarette as he sinks into a seating position near him. When Morgenstern approaches he asks, in a grim sort of tone, "See anything out there, Corp?" He's afraid the NCO did.

Samuel nods mutely, and slips his bayonet back into its sheath so that he can scrabble in his breast pocket for a battered packet of cigarettes. He tosses one over to Byrd, before proffering the pack to the other men nearby. "Anyone else?" he asks.

Sidney purses his lips, letting out a soft "Woah". He moves further, keeping his head down, checking along the trenchline for any small nook he can use to peer back towards the East more safely through.

Being relatively new to the unit, Linefork falls silent around the NCO. He looks at the Corporal and evaluates the man once more, having met him briefly. He appeared competant enough…

"I was just making sure where that wire has to be put up. Right now they got theirself a nice little open road to walk on coming here, with large signs reading 'This Way to Kill Some Brits/French/Any Man of Any NAtion you want to kill.'," Morgenstern explains dryly to Byrd. "They've been busy bees." He perks up a bit at Samuel's offer. "Yeah, you got one other pack? I only got like 2 cigarettes."

"Much obliged," Byrd says to Samuel, taking the smoke, lighting up and getting to some serious puffing. As if he wants to get the cigarette done with as quick as he can. He smirks at Morgenstern's words. As with al his smiles of late, it lacks any trace of happiness. "I'll just hope they've forgotten the directions to we New Zealand blokes. I guess this'll mean some unlucky bastards'll have to put some more back up."

"This is all I have," says Samuel, pushing his spectacles up his nose. "Take it or leave it."

Sidney slips into the better cover of the redoubt, glancing down to the pair of French machine guns there, then outwards towards the line. He checks his rifle, peering through the iron sights as if to line up an imaginary target.

Morgenstern grunts at Samuel. "Thanks," he says and takes one cigarette, putting it in a pocket with the tender care of someone who considers that cigarette to be his most valuable posession. "Well, we got orders to lay wire," he says next and stands up. "No point dawdling." No, really. No point procrastinating on possible death. He looks around at the men nearby. "Six men, three north, three south of here. South is a bit better, wire-wise so that hole isn't as big as the one up here. Who's a sapper here?"

Linefork enjoys his cigarette while he can. With night falling, the action would pick up. Raiding parties…wiring parties…German STormtrooper attacks…. He listens as the corporal begins talking.

Byrd nods simply, shortly, to Morgenstern. He knew it was coming. He keeps on smoking long, deep drags, watching the corporal. He's no sapper, but he and his rifle will go where they're ordered to go. There's a tired look on his face. Like he has any other choice.

Sidney makes a face from inside the redoubt, and "Dinkie-di engineer over here, Corporal. Sapper's me." He draws up to his full height, and comes back around to where the opening of the shelter is.

Samuel nods resignedly at the Corporal's words, but refrains from speaking up as a Sapper, since he isn't one.

Frederick dosen't seem to pay attention to much, continuing to puff on his pipe, eyes turned upwards, following the trails of smoke before they disappear into the darkness.

Linefork unslings his Enfield and opens the bolt. He brushes away some dirt and pulls out his rifle cleaning brush. He listens for orders as he cleans his Enfield, making ready for action. The activity and the cigarette occupy his mind…stalling stress.

Morgenstern nods respectfully at Sidney as he comes forth. "Alright, you'll be with me here at the north then, together with Samuel. Frederick, Byrd and Linefork, you'll handle the south parts. Two lays wire, the third just keeps an eye out and provides cover if needed. But, you get shot at - you get right back to our lines. No silly heroics, alright?" He looks around to impact that on everyone. He also raises an eyebrow questioningly to see if anyone has an opinion on the division of people.

Byrd nods a tired sort of nod to Morgenstern, inching up a bit and approaching Linefork and Frederick. "Don't suppose either of you fellows know a pinch about engineering? I can fumble with the wire if I've got to. I've done it before. But I'm no great hand at it."

Sidney nods back to the Legionnaire. "Yes, Corporal." as he draws up two coils of wire on his arms. The young Australian gives a look over to Samuel as well, offering that man a nod. "Let's hope that sniper's going off to wank for the night." and tries to put up a nervous smile.

Frederick snorts at Byrd, "I ain't touchin wire less I have to go through it" he says with a wry grin. "Best get on with it I spose…" he mutters, rising to his feet and picking up his Berthier, moving to trudge off to the south.

Seth Skyler runs in from west, he looks around to report whoever he is supposed to report…

"For King and Country, and all that," mutters Samuel as he uses his rifle as a crutch to pull himself off his arse. "Well, most of the country, at any rate. Some of it's not worth keeping."

Sidney is facing Morgenstern, the only one present wearing Corporal's bars. The fresh Australian's got that cocky air at the moment of one who's just volunteered for hazardous duty. The two coils of wire he's carrying, along with his rifle, might be a clue as to just what his duty will be.

"Alright then, Byrd, you and I set this shite up and Legionaire here will cover us," says Linefork. He hoists a heavy coil of wire upon his shoulder and waits for the Frenchie to lead the way.

Byrd snorts right back at Frederick, and starts to load himself down with a bail of barbed wire in a resigned sort of way. "I guess that's you and me then, ain't it?" he smirks to Linefork. "Bloody hell. I ain't no engineer. Hell, I'm barely a soldier, so I guess it don't matter much. This shite-hole's made me a lot of things I properly shouldn't be."

Morgenstern looks around to see if there's any questions. "Don't overdo it," he cautions. "A couple of wires each is good enough. If you can do more, fine, but no god damn heroics." He's adamant on that part. Seeing the new guy running in, he waves at Seth to join up.

Seth Skyler nods his head as he notices morgen's wave and jumps inside trench, "Private Skyler Sir. From the Imperial Royal Forces." he introduces himself, "How can I assist you."

Morgenstern picks up some coils of wire, eyeing Seth critically. "You a sapper?" he asks hopefully. "Or happen to be stealthy as hell?"

Sidney moves up to the edge of the redoubt, positioned to climb up towards No Man's Land. "Ready when you are, Corper." His expression grows more serious, blond brows furrowing down as he squints to peer east through the night. "No movement in No Man's Land so far."

Illumination A Very light goes off over the battlefield!

Seeing the other two in his group take their own loads of wire, Samuel shrugs. "Looks like me on cover duty, then," he says, flicking a spot of dirt from his weapon.

Sidney grimaces as a Very light drifts across the sky, sputtering its illumination upon the broken fields. He ducks down, waiting for it to pass.

Seth Skyler shakes his head, "I walk around silently but I have sometimes problem at it. I am a sharpshooter Corporal." he says, "I am not that eazy to notice actually."

Morgenstern nods to Sidney, already moving towards the edge to get over it soon. He turns to Skyler again. "Skyler, you sit in this trench and you keep your eyes out into No Man's Land. You see a German, you shoot him. You see someone coming in here wounded you get out of the trench and help drag them in. We already got a full house for this mission." He looks to Samuel and Sidney again, then squints up at the Very Light.

Ground Combat Sidney moves out of Redoubt.

Seth Skyler nods his head, "Understood Corporal."

Ground Combat Morgenstern moves out of Reserve Trench.

Sidney slips out of the entrenched position, moving into the open as he creeps towards No Man's Land. He's only going very slow for the moment, the illumination of the Very light still shining down.

Illumination A Very light burns out.

Sidney quickly moves to make his way forward when it goes out.

Ground Combat Sidney moves East.

Ground Combat Samuel moves out of Reserve Trench.
Ground Combat Morgenstern moves East.

No Mans Land North
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[The Grid]----- THE LOST GENERATION


The new line between the two armies, an ominous quiet is usually over this verdant, grassy field. Scars from years past still show with grassed over shell holes and such, but for the most part the field is an area of natural beauty, currently unscarred by war.
It is currently night time.

Sidney carefully sneaks across the open field, making his way to a position where he crouches down.

Ground Combat You hear the sound of Rifles from German Front Line South (5 -1)!

Morgenstern isn't late to follow Sidney, rather quiet for such a large man, crouched and crawling to a position where he starts to set up the spools of wire.

Sidney slowly slides a coil of wire off his arm, taking great care in keeping his movements silent as he prepares the barbed obstacles.

Morgenstern jerks his head up as he hears shouting from the south and makes a small grimace. But nothing he can do about that now, he can only hope they make it back safely. He continues his work.

Entrenchment Morgenstern lays down some wire obstacles on West.

Sidney is crouched down, preparing barbed wire to stretch out and lay in the open field.

Entrenchment Sidney lays down some wire obstacles on West.

Ground Combat You hear the sound of Rifles from German Front Line South (5 -1)!

Samuel moves up and ahead of his comrades, his rifle in his hand ready to react when necessary.

Ground Combat You hear the sound of Rifles from No Mans Land South!
Ground Combat You hear the sound of Rifles from German Front Line South (5 -1)!

Ground Combat You hear the sound of Rifles from No Mans Land South (4 -1)!

Ground Combat You hear the sound of Rifles from German Front Line South (5 -1)!

Sidney lays one stretch of wire, and crawls to lay a new stretch across the field overtop what was just finished. It's his last coil, now, though he's packing weapons just in case.

Morgenstern sets the first spool and now it'll be a bit harder for the Huns to move in a westerly direction. Unfortunately, it makes it harder for them to move back too, but hey. That's the cost of it.

Entrenchment Morgenstern lays down some wire obstacles on West.

Sidney looks over, spotting the Corporal's completion of a second roll of wire. He nods to the man, and focuses intently back down to where he's laying his own final coil.

With no vengeful bullets zooshing in the squad's direction, Samuel's thoughs turn towards settling in. Noting a hole blasted by a shell at some prior point, Samuel begins to crawl towards the cover.

Ground Combat Samuel moves into Shell Holes.

Entrenchment Sidney lays down some wire obstacles on West.

Ground Combat You hear the sound of Rifles from German Front Line South (5 -1)!

Morgenstern is hardly an expert at this but it's not the first time he does it either. He only got one wire left and begins a hurried but controlled work on that one. He glances around carefully, his eyes white in the dark. He just wants to see where the others are.

Sidney sits up, motioning to Morgenstern. He points to the wire he's laid, and them makes a gesture of waving both hands across as if to say he's got none left. A point back west, with a questioning gesture?

Morgenstern simply nods quickly at Sidney and points west in an encouraging gesture. He's almost done with his last wire too.

Entrenchment Sidney works on clearing obstacles from East .

Sidney gets a mischevious look, and leans to pull out cutters, working on a length of German wire blocking the east.

Entrenchment Morgenstern lays down some wire obstacles on West .

Entrenchment Sidney works on clearing obstacles from East.

Morgenstern finishes the last wire and looks around carefully. They've not been spotted yet which is a bit of a small miracle. But a flare might go up anytime, so he almost reluctantly begins to gesture at Sidney and Samuel both to get back to their trenches. It'll be a slow crawl anyway.

Sidney clears some more German wire, then starts scooting himself back from the German obstacles, more towards their own.

Illumination A Very light goes off over the battlefield!

Ground Combat You hear the sound of Rifles from German Front Line South (5 -1)!

Trusting in the others to let him know when it's time to scarper, Samuel drums his fingers nervously against the butt of his weapon. The lack of vengeful Germans continues to unnerve him, but is relieved as he notes Morgenstern gesturing them back to their own trenches.

Ground Combat You cannot move until the Armageddon Clock ticks another 227.4 times.

Ground Combat Samuel moves out of Shell Holes.

Ground Combat You hear the sound of Rifles from German Front Line South (5 -1)!

Sidney keeps carefully crawling back towards the Allied line, gritting his teeth as freshly-laid wire catches onto his uniform.

Ground Combat You cannot move until the Armageddon Clock ticks another 59.4 times.

Game Morgenstern assists Samuel!

Ground Combat You cannot move until the Armageddon Clock ticks another 319.4 times.

Moving out of his protective shellhole, Samuel begins the slow crawl home, made all the longer for his paranoid pausing to repeatedly look back in case of pursuit.

Ground Combat You hear the sound of Rifles from German Front Line North (5 0)!
Ground Combat Joachim fires his Kar98k at Sidney but misses!

Game Morgenstern assists Sidney!

Sidney grits his teeth as a German rifle bullet pings the soil next to his shoulder. He draws in a deep breath, attempting to scamper the rest of the way as the corporal helps.

Game Sidney changes his style to Sprint!
Ground Combat Sidney moves West

Ground Combat You hear the sound of Rifles from German Front Line North (5 0)!
Ground Combat Joachim fires his Kar98k at Morgenstern and hits!
Morgenstern suffers 1 wound damage to his right hand.

"Hells!" mutters Samuel, as the bullet flies over his head. "I knew it couldn't be that easy…"

Just when you think things are going well, they don't. Morgenstern was just helping Samuel to get out of some wire when Sidney is being shot at so he turns to crawl over there to assist the sapper. This delays his own return considerably, but nobody's shooting at him. Oh, well. Until then.

Morgenstern waves furiously at Samuel to not shoot but to continue back west.

Ground Combat You cannot move until the Armageddon Clock ticks another 267.4 times.
Game Morgenstern changes his style to TakeCover!

Ground Combat You hear the sound of Rifles from German Front Line North (5 0)!
Ground Combat Joachim fires his Kar98k at Samuel but misses!

Samuel crawls on, looking back with concern as he leaves his comrade to the mercy of the German rifleman, but obeys his order.

Ground Combat Samuel moves West

Illumination A Very light burns out.

Ground Combat You hear the sound of Rifles from German Front Line North (5 0)!
Ground Combat Joachim fires his Kar98k at Morgenstern and hits!
Morgenstern suffers 5 wound damage to his right hand.

Morgenstern ignores his slightly wounded hand and begins a more careful crawl back towards his own line. He choses a path that'll provide him some cover from rifle-fire. Being hit again makes him curse and moan. But that trench is sooo close. And so far away. He gets snagged in some wire and tears at it furiously, being freed to continue.

Illumination A Very light goes off over the battlefield!

Ground Combat You hear the sound of Rifles from German Front Line North (5 0)!
Ground Combat Joachim fires his Kar98k at Morgenstern and hits!
Morgenstern suffers 1 wound damage to his right leg.

Morgenstern is so close now he can almost smell the sweat of the men in the trench. Then he gets a hit in the leg too and he rolls around in some pain before getting a hold of himself and continuing.

Ground Combat Morgenstern moves West W.
Allied Front Line North
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[The Grid]----- THE LOST GENERATION


The lines have been through here at least three times now. The reek of blood and death is thick in the air from the corpses of the men scattered all around that fought for this place.
Trenches old and new scar the bare earth, mostly old an unusable, but recently cut trenches, with redoubts and bunkers, mark the current front line.
Already the poppies can be seen pushing up through the earth, the hardy flowers thriving in a soil made acidic by explosives.
It is currently night time but the light of a flare provides illumination.

Sidney lets his breath out in relief. "Fair go, Corper!" and breaks out into a grin. "You made it."

Morgenstern comes crawling up to the trench and the first thing seen is a blood-drenched hand with a bullet hole right through it that sticks over the edge. Then his ugly mug is shown and he groans a bit. "Course I made it. I'm too ugly to die."

Seth Skyler assists morgen to move, "Damnit. One of you, take him to medics now." he says, "Carefull."

Sidney chuckles, "Now haul on down here in cover." He peers eastwards. "Fritz isn't chasing yer arse."

Seeing Morgenstern arrive at the line, Samuel splits his face with a broad grin. "That's a relief, then," he says. "I was thinking we'd have to do something daring and against the odds to save you."

Seth Skyler looks for the hidden targets at east, "Area seems to be clear Corporal." he says, "I dont have any idea about south though."

Morgenstern gives Seth a quick thankful grin when he's assisted into the trench. He can stand up but favors one leg. Still, that leg wound is just a flesh wound. Hand is looking rather mauled though and he carefully holds it against his stomach. "That'd pissed me off," he grunts at Samuel, but in good humor. "I best find myself a medic in a bit. Just want to know how things went south of here." He begins moving in that direction. "Keep a lookout here, alright? Never know what they'll be doing. Doubt they'll follow but who knows?"

Allied Front Line South
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[The Grid]-----THE LOST GENERATION


The lines have been through here at least three times now. The reek of blood and death is thick in the air from the corpses of the men scattered all around that fought for this place.
Trenches old and new scar the bare earth, mostly old an unusable, but recently cut trenches, with redoubts and bunkers, mark the current front line.
Already the poppies can be seen pushing up through the earth, the hardy flowers thriving in a soil made acidic by explosives.
It is currently night time.

Byrd is keeping a look-out to the east while Linefork heads off to get some medical attention for his badly, badly wounded arm. Frederick is nowhere in sight. Unless one were to look out in No Man's Land and see a legionnaire corpse occupying one of the shell holes.

Morgenstern comes limping southwards, cradling a shot up hand against his stomach. But the corporal will live. He takes one look at the situation and his face turns into a neutral mask as he realizes one is missing. "Byrdie, give me a report," he murmurs, ducking in next to him.

Linefork fashions a sling from a piece of canvas and slips his arm into it before making his way further down the trench to the aid station.

Byrd looks up at the sound of Morgenstern's voice. The first thing he sees is the corporal's limping and shot-up hand. Concern flashes across his face, but he doesn't ask just now. He can see the man'll live. "Linefork and I managed to get a couple bits of wire layed out before the Jerries drove us back," he replies. "It wasn't much, but we're better off now than we were before." They now have 6 layers of wire protecting the southern end of the trenches. "Linefork near got his arm taken off by one of the Huns. That's when we started back. Frederick was covering us but…" He swallows before answering. "…the Hun got him, Corp. One shot, clean to the head. And he just went down, dead as a door nail."

Morgenstern hesitates a moment, but then lifts his unwounded hand and gives Byrd's shoulder a bit of an awkward pat. It's not like he's famous for offering comfort or sympathy. But Byrd's become a rather close friend, or as close as he gets to anyone. "Good work," he just says. Not a whole lot he could say. "We'll drink to Frederick tomorrow." There won't be any coffin to put flowers on, so a drink is the second best. "I gotta go to the medic station. Keep your head down, Byrdie." ANd he too turns to head off.

Saint Laurent
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[The Grid]----- THE LOST GENERATION


Saint Laurent is a mass of closely packed houses on the eastern edge of the town, a little sleepy, and out of the way of the main activity. German artillery left a heavy toll here, as this place was in clear view of the guns from Vimy Ridge which can be seen in the distance to the north, though the taking of the ridge by the Allies in 1917 has eased the pain of the residents here. No house is undamaged, many have been razed to the ground in the indiscriminate shelling of earlier years.
People are still living in those homes though, making do as best they can. Refugees from the village of Vimy, just beyond the ridge and in German hands, with no better place to go, have also congregated here, taking over the few homes that were abandoned by their occupants and making them their new home.
It is currently night time.
Sub-Rooms :
1. Dressing Station
2. Front Line Trench
Contents
Morgenstern - 2. Front Line Trench
Christiane - 1. Dressing Station

The dressing station isn't heavily manned, as is typical when there's not major action going on. But, as is also typical, a party of medical staff is there to deal with the wounded as they come in from wiring or patrolling or whatever bit of danger they officers decided to put them in this night. Christiane is among them, bustling about, stoically professional.

Morgenstern has a slight limp as he makes his way down the maze of trenches into the dressing station. He ducks his head in first to peer around, and actually smiles when seeing Christiane is there this night. "Hello," he calls out coarsely, ducking inside entirely. "Afraid I won't be throwing any pebbles in awhile," he jokes and holds his wounded hand up.

Christiane looks up from readying some clean bandages at the greeting, hurrying to Morgenstern's side when she sees him. "Hello," he replies wryly, offering him some support to take some pressure of that nicked leg. She tries to lead him to a stretcher, where she can work on him properly. The sight of his arm makes her lips tense, but she manages to keep her expression neutral enough other than that. "We will get your throwing arm back in good condition soon. Do not worry. I would not lose the chance at a game."

Morgenstern doesn't seem to be concerned about it, though he obviously is in some pain. He does his best to hide it though, giving Christiane a reassuring look. "I'll be fine," he rasps, willingly sitting down on the stretcher and then lying down. "I haven't seen you in a long time."

The arm is a concern, so Christiane goes to work on it first. Before even starting to dress the wound, she takes out a little syrette of morphine. "More medical personnel were needed down south, when the Americans were taking Belleau." There's a note of soft sadness in her voice as she speaks of that. And she doesn't speak of it anymore. "Of couse you will be fine. Do you need something for the pain?"

"Not saying no to some morphine," Morgenstern says, "cause it hurts like hell." No machismo about it not hurting, at least. But he says it calmly. "Oh.. Belleau. It was rough there, eh?" he asks carefully.

Christiane shoots Morgenstern up with some morphine, then gets down to the real work. "It was…rough, yes," she replies, her Belgian accent fumbling a bit with the word 'rough'. Impeccable as her English usually is. She says no more after that, focusing on getting his arm wound cleaned and stitched and dressed.

Morgenstern keeps switching between French and English so much these days he sometimes almost forgets which language he's speaking. Now he does switch to French without even thinking about it. 'I'm sorry to hear that. And I am glad to see you back in here in Arras, Christiane.'

Christiane is getting Morgenstern tended to. She can't do too much for his arm. That's the sort of thing a surgeon will need to see to. But she is able to get his leg patched up almost as good as new. She smiles, very slightly, when he switches to French. 'It is not as if things are not rough here,' she says. 'But I am glad to be finished with it. I am glad to be back, Corporal.'

'War can't last forever. It's going to change, soon. How can it not with all those Americans here, eh?' Morgenstern says, sounding confident on that score. He sighs contently as she takes care of him, morphine relaxing him and reducing the pain to almost nothing. 'Please, call me Markus.'

'Yes, Markus,' Christiane says in French, easing him into a more comfortable position on the strether once she's finished getting his wounds dressed. Anything more intricate will have to wait until later. 'The Americans…they are very brave. It must end soon, God willing.' That sounds more like a fervent prayer than an actual hope.

Morgenstern closes his eyes and nods slowly. 'God willing,' he murmurs, beginning to dose off from the morphine. But before he does, he gives Christiane's arm a small squeeze in thanks.

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