russellmz Posted December 7, 2000 Share Posted December 7, 2000 ========================================= i have only made two 'real' scenarios before, so be kind =). here's my scenario briefing for the germans for my scenario. Does anyone wanna test it? The first few minutes at least are interesting because i wrote the briefing story to fit the scenario set-up. ========================================= Outside a small German town Lt. Lange was nearing the end of his patrol. His team had circled the lines twice on this still and boring night. Now they were on their way to the Herr Gunther's house, where the German company commander was sleeping. Their platoon leader was also bedding there. The Weber could have invited a few of the other men for dinner, Lange thought. After all, he had shown the Flak guns where to park. The German patrol passed close the edge of the forest. "Did you hear something?" asked the greenest recruit. "Shush! You will wake up our esteemed commander," said Lange. "Tomorrow Weber will be screaming about noises in the dark and no sleep." The rest of the patrol smiled as they moved off. Lt. Reine was not far off in town; his patrol was to follow Lange's footsteps in a few minutes. He put a leash on his ancient dog, Josef, and gathered his team. They worshipped Lt. Kunze, as he had distinguished himself and led them well. He was concerned tonight, one of the sentries had not reported in. Plus, the rain from last night was making his bad knee ache. Reine and his men would do patrol as usual but would send half the squad to check Sentry Position One and see if there was anything wrong or if the sentry had gotten lost. If he was sleeping, Kunze would rip his throat out. Kunze himself then went to bed in a foul mood, three hours later than he planned. Damn that sentry. The half squad led by Reine walked their patrol route. Josef plodded along amiably, if tiredly. They headed to Gunther's home. As they neared the barbed wire, Josef stopped and sniffed the ground and air. The German squad looked around half-heartedly, not expecting any trouble. Reine looked intently at the shadows in the scattered trees and then at the wire. The wire had been cut. Reine screamed, "Achtung!" Lange heard Reine's call and he and his patrol ran to the sound. Other patrols and squads moved up. Then a huge fireball erupted next to the Gunther's house. Flame shot everywhere. As the patrols ducked, Reine let go of the leash on Josef, who ran off into the night barking madly. He saw human figures in the trees, lit by flaming trees and the house. He opened fire, as did the other men in his patrol. The platoon commander, who was napping on the living room couch rushed out. As he ran he saw the Flak guns. The ammo had cooked off but had not destroyed the vehicles themselves. They were stuck in rubble, useless. The platoon leader shook his head. The crews were already trying to dig them out. The company commander, Weber, woke up to see the house and his night clothes on fire. "Mein Gott!" He panicked and ran out of the house, which caused the flames to rush to his face. He dropped to the ground and rolled. In town, Lt. Kunze woke up from his truncated nap and looked out the window to see the flames from where the company commander was sleeping. Immediately he alerted the company's small reserve to come to the town. "We shall arrive in ten minutes." Kunze ran out the door without responding. He rushed to the half-track parked outside. "Shake the sleep out of your eyes," he screamed at the half-awake driver. "Drive, to my platoon! Now, go, GO!" He saw lights go on at the hotel as men woke up from the noise. "Shut those damned lights off!" he screamed in his distinctive guttural voice. The sound echoed off the building and sounded in the valleys. The lights went off. He screamed again at his squads. "Get ready, we're under attack!" The screaming went down the ranks from Lt. to Obg. down to Pvt. Meanwhile, Reine heard a man scream in German with an American accent, "Stop! Friendlies!". He ignored it and kept firing. The Americans(?) ran off into the woods. "Follow me!" ordered Reine as he pursued them into the trees. In the darkness, the patrol lost sight of their quarry. Cautious now, Reine and his men sneaked forward. The green recruit tripped over a wet body and went down. The rest of the squad went down as well, thinking he had been hit. At sentry post 1, the other half of Reine's squad sent to find why the sentry had not reported in found out why. They found the sentry's body, with a knife wound to the back. Then they heard the sound of engines in the distance. Reine and his half-squad lay quiet. Reine risked saying, "Hans..." "Kein, it is a body, not mine..." whispered Private Hans. He flipped it over. "American." Reine nodded, avoiding the corpse's surprised stare. He turned his attention to the forest, torn between rushing into a possible ambush and waiting here for more explosions from artillery or demolition charges... ========================================== http://www.geocities.com/russellmz/cm/zips/story-intro.ZIP ========================================== ------------------ "They had their chance- they have not lead!" - GW Bush "They had mechanical pencils- they have not...lead?" - Jon Stewart on The Daily Show [This message has been edited by russellmz (edited 12-07-2000).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
russellmz Posted December 8, 2000 Author Share Posted December 8, 2000 the US briefing: Outside a small German town Lt. Stein was trying to keep calm. His team had neutralized three sentries this otherwise still night on their way to the German company commander. Now the five man American commando team was in the forest, close to their objective. A German patrol had passed close to his position. Stein heard one of them muttering about noises in the dark as another quieted him. Still no dogs. Good. As they moved off, he waited a few moments before signaling Sergeant Garaelli to go up to the German barbed wire. They had a few minutes before the patrol returned. He watched Sergeant Garaelli crawl 20 meters over the moist soil to the German barbed wire. The Sergeant took out the cutters and worked on the wire in the darkness. As he worked, Stein motioned for the other three members of his team to come up. Garaelli worked the wire as quickly as he could, one strand at a time. He paused after every other cut, looking around, listening, making sure no one heard him. Stein watched Garaelli's careful work. As he completed the final cut, Stein nodded his head to his men. One at a time they crawled through the opening to the wall surrounding Herr Gunther's modest home, where the German CO had been commandeered his bed. While he slept in comfort, his troops dozed in their holes, or in the schoolhouse and Hotel Smitt. The American team's job was to kill both. They wanted to disrupt the German leadership for that night's attack. Stein knew that Captain Skar was waiting at the head of the assault force for his 'signal'. The private last in line hauled the two heavy demolition charges. He was annoyed that he had slipped into the pond on their way here. Stein scaled the short wall and carefully checked the ground beneath him. He hopped down. The rest of team followed quickly, with the demo hauling private landing last with a moist squish of his boots. Stein and his team had stealthily penetrated to near the porch when one of the privates who didn't carry the demo charges tapped Garaelli on the shoulder. What? asked Garaelli's annoyed look. The private pointed to the AA guns parked right next the house. That would spell trouble for the air support tomorrow. Garaelli nodded and took a charge from the last private, who gratefully handed the heavy. He pointed the AA guns to Stein who nodded. The team split up and the demo charges were laid at both locations. The timers had been preset at ten minutes. Just flick the switch and get out of here, thought Stein. As they completed their task the five soldiers slowly went back over the wall and through the cut wire. Unfortunately, the timer on the demo at the AA guns was faulty. Instead of ten minutes, the massive explosive was set at two minutes. The team had just hit the edge of the scattered trees in front of the wire when they heard a patrol. They were slowly nearing the team. Stein, who had been mentally counting down, was at about 90 seconds. He motioned to his team to keep down. The private who had hauled the demos then noticed a heavy panting. The Germans had a dog. It halted right on the edge of the path the team had taken and sniffed the air. And kept sniffing. The German talked to the dog gently. The Americans tried to avoid breathing, or Sweating. A wind started up which was blowing their scent away from the dog. Stein almost smiled. Thank goodness. The German soldier who looked like he was in charge seemed to stare straight at the Americans. Then he looked quickly to the wire. He saw the cut strands and called out an alarm. "Achtung!" The timer on the AA gun's demo was faulty, as was the explosive on the demo at Gunther's home. They had been damaged when the private carrying them fell in the pond. The commander's charge did not explode. However, the AA gun's charge happily detonated and a fireball lit up the night. Flame shot off and lit the house and some trees behind the German patrol on fire. The sound was deafening, as it cleared all that could be heard was the barking of the dog and a shout of a panicked "Mein Gott!". The explosion must have highlighted the American team as the German squad ducked down and opened up at them. Stein screamed out in German, hoping to confuse the patrol. "Stop! Friendlies!" he screamed as he and the rest of his team hauled ass. The demolition charge carrying private was hit in the back of the head, dying instantly. The German team did not appear to hear or listen. The American team rushed through the thin scattering of trees, then to the edge of the woods, where they moved in a slower, stealthier manner. Stein didn't want to fight it out. His troops were good but there were only four of them now, and stealth was their weapon, not firepower. He tried to push away thoughts of the dead private. They had to get out of there before more patrols came up. He heard the German patrol rush to the scattered trees... Over a nearby hill, Captain Skar saw and heard the explosion. He was not pleased. It happened too soon. Something must have gone wrong. Now the Germans were alerted. He saw lights in the hotel come on then off as a guttural voice echoed out. Skar radioed the command to attack... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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