World War II: Behind Enemy Lines - (IC)

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima sat down at well, but not at the table. She had no attention to join the game, but she kept listening. her russian friend seeme to have some sympathy for the german, maybe she was even attracted by him. She had to admit that he wasn't that bad looking, but she did not trust him or have any sympathy at all. Not because he was an enemy. In her world it was quite normal that politics of all nations used soldiers. She did not hate the germans as she didn't hate any nation, and a soldier was a kind of a tool in her eyes. She usually dealed with the officers in the past, and just regarded the common soldier like an servant or waiter; somebody in uniform doing a job, without face or name. But she started to dislike the german as she had seen nazi officials and especially the SS - they lacked all the manners and style she expected from an official. They had turned them into plebs, and she despised them for that.

 

[EllysGspot]

After wandering around like an idiot and getting some wierd glances Nathan had finally found the tent in witch Alan was in. He approached the two men guarding the entrance and one of them looked him over not sure just who he was. Giving the two men a friendly smile he slumped the bag off his shoulder to the ground revealing the Canadian flag on his uniform. The two guards saluted him after seeing his rank and one of them spoke up. "Uh only thoughs permitted by general Conner can enter his tent whats your buisness here?"

Saluting them back Nathan responded by telling them he didn't have permission from the general to enter because the general didn't even know he was here. "My buisness here is to join Mike Adams international team I've traveled quite a long way to get here and I don't plan on getting turned away by you two, I was told the general would be expecting me so if you don't mind." He started to walk past the two men and one of them put his hand on his chest stopping him. Nathan looked the man in the eye and said "look I know your doing your job but my superiors and your superiors have already checked out on this so just let me past so I can talk with Mike Adams." The man hesitated but complied and let him through. Its about goddamn time Nathan thought to himself as he entered the tent.

As Nathan came in Mike was just leaving they almost walked right into each other. Mike stopped where he was and looked at Nathan with a curious look on his face the general was hunched over some maps in the middle of the room and didn't seem to notice Nathans arrival. Nathan immediately saluted Mike. "Lieutenant Nathan Thomas of the Canadian rifles reporting for duty I've been told to treat you as one my own comanding officers and thats what I plan on doing." The general nodded "oh ya the canucks wanted in on our little team and they sent us one of their best I'm sure you can find a use for him." The general said as he motioned for them to leave.

Nathan and Mike stepped out of the tent together and Nathan went for his bag. "Ok sir I'm at your disposal I'm a hell of a shot and I can speak french and german. I've been itching to get back in combat so let me know what our next move is and I'll help as best I can." Nathan slung his bag over his shoulder and looked at Mike. "First things first where exactly can I get some rest its been a long trip and I'd like to get some sleep before I meet the rest of the team."

 

[Avellan13]

Mike Adams

Mike smiled at Nathan, "Welcome to our unit. I'm glad to have a Canadian on our team and your ability to speak French and German will be of great use. As for a place to sleep, the bunks are over there. You'll need the rest considering our next mission. We'll be setting off tomorrow."

Mike nodded and turned away. He needed to prepare for their next mission by figuring out who would do what, what supplies they'd need, and a lot of other stuff.

(OOC: I'm fast forwarding soon so everyone put up a post that describes what your characters are doing. In my next post, I'll put it where we are about to attack the town of Cherbourg.)

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

Raphael played cards with Iska, he won a few hands, but lost more than what he won. He found the activity distracting and many times he actually laughed at some remarks. He watched the newcomer arriving and enter the tent, but he decided to not worry about it, the only thing he had to worry about was getting shot and if things went in the direction they were aiming towards, he would soon be dodging German bullets.

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima kept sitting and watching, and brooding. She had some money left, but not much, but that should not worry her to much now. She had two suitcases and enough clothing for different climates and occassions. She was thinking more about her associates, especially Mike. Would he convince the general to take a civilian woman, a foreigner, into service as translator? And if, was it really what she wanted? She had left her family and her country behind to be free, and dreamed of Hollywood, and she had been ordered back just not to loose her morals. But it was unfair. She had been virtous and decent and didn't deserve to be treated that way. She didn't really want to go back to morroco and her family. The war had seperated her. Maybe this was the fatma, cutting the bods for good. And she met Mike again. It had just been a really harmless flirt then, nothing even close to an affair. It would be dangerous to be among him again so close for an unknown time. And with other men. That worried her more then any physical danger. The only person she trusted enough to speak about her troubles was Iska, but she wondered if that would be any use. She watched the russian woman closely, playing cards with that german. She was from a different world. No, she would not understand her and her troubles.

 

[Avellan13]

After several hours, in which Mike and the others prepared, the transports had arrived at the camp and were ready to take the troops to Cherbourg. Mike walked towards the back of the vehicle and sat down while he waited for the others to get on the vehicle.

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Minoum

Salima felt a little out of place in her kneelenth black dress, her expensice fur-coat, the gloves and her little fur-had, but she just couldn't make herself wear a uniform. After all, she was a translator, not a soldier, so she dressed the way a fashionable lady would do. Nevertheless, she felt a little ridiculous as she climbed aboard the military truck. There were no seats at all, so she sat down on her suitcase, wondering what the others would think of her.

 

[EllysGspot]

Nathan was collecting some shrubs and grass for his ghuile suit when he saw Mike get on the truck. "Well this is it" he said to himself as he walked toward the truck. He had to admit he was nervous not so much of the coming battle but of being on a team again. Nathan hadn't worked with anyone since China where more than half his unit plus some chinese under his command had perished. It didn't matter what people had told him he still held himself responsible for the deaths of his friends. The medal he was given when he returned from China wasn't displayed at all he didn't believe he had earned it, just for not dying when so many others did. He pushed the memories of his past out of his head as pulled himself up into the back of the truck. He nodded to Mike and was surprised to see a beautiful women in fine clothes sitting on a suitcase in the far corner. "Afternoon maam I can't say I expected to see someone of your ..... uh well your .... ah ahem." Nathan cleared his throat and sat down. "What I mean to say maam is I didn't expect to see a civilian on this trip what might I ask is your profession?"

 

[Bladesman]

Stumbling through the door of a small bar on a back street in the town of Cherbourg, Duncan fell to the floor in exhaustion. The old man who ran the bar quickly locked the door and called for his daughter to come help him and together they struggled to carry him up the stairs and into bed. When they finally got him onto the bed then old man stepped back and shook his head. "He has been at it again, Ailis."

"I know Papa, he reeks of smoke and petrol and he is covered in soot and blood."

Letting out a sigh of relief, the old man sat down in a chair and removed a bottle of wine from the cupboard and poured himself a glass. "The fact that he returned alone and covered in blood can not be good. I pray that he wasn't followed here or we will end up in a camp like your uncle when he was caught harboring the resistance fighters last year if we aren't shot on sight." The old man cursed under his breath before continuing, "Watch over him. He will be wanting whiskey as soon as he wakes up I suspect."

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima looked over to the newcomer and gave him a friendly, but reluctant smile.
"I started as actress, but then I found myself as translator and spy." Her arabian accent showed as she spoke, she never managed to get really rid of it. Even if she would, she could not hide her facial features. She wondered herself what she was doing there - although she spoke several languages, german wasn't among them, except some words, but not enough for a real conversation.

 

[Andaho]

Master of Mechanics

Neil grimaced as he slammed the armoured plate back down. He was really getting pissed at the Jerries who took potshots at him and his precious tank, Marie. All they did was fire mindlessly at his armoured behemoths, leaving these awful dents in his machines. A quick wipe of his greasecloth and Marie was fixed, for now.

"There, ove, good as new. Now, be good for Neil and stay fixed, okay?"

He smeared a spot of blood off his log and took first watch, rifle across his legs.

Rumour has it that the Americans have arrive and are going to take Cherbourg. But first, they gotta get these bastards off our bleedin' backs.

They (Neil and the First Aroured Division) had been pinned down by massive amounts of German infantry and anti-armour fire for a few days. They needed support desperately and most of Neil's fortifications and traps fell every time the Germans pushed.

If they came an took Carentan, they'd have a much easier shot at taking Cherbourg. There's a few shortcuts here and there... Help them flank the Nazi scum.

He lit a cigarette and sat thoughtfully, mind full of blueprints and plans.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurbur

A muzzle in his ribs brought him to his feet,

"You know, just a 'Hey Kraut pig move' would also suffice"

The Russian grinned at him,

"Hey Kraut pig move"

Raphael just chuckled, shook his head and walked towards where all the others were heading for a troop transport. He clambered up with years of experience and took a seat, greeting those who looked at him.

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima saw that german moving in, and somehow reacted to his greeting in a way she hoped would not be offensive. She wasn't the only foreigner here, but the only civilian, although if in service now.

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

The truck ride was rough, but with everyone packed in like sheep it wasn't as bad. They simply used each other as padding, bumping back and forth. Iska sat at the tailgate of the truck, looking out as the landscape moved past them. She enjoyed this feeling. It was the premeditated calm before a storm, and it was during the storm that she was meant to do her best work. Her men described her as 'lucky' and 'dangerous' and overall a old fashioned 'survivor'. But truth be told, she just enjoyed the action. It gave her that buzz.

Her mother deplored her for it. Her father felt proud of her for it. And her siblings were jealous.

To become a soldier, had been the high point in her fathers side of the family for ten generations. But it had been her, and not her brothers that the spark had taken hold in. Of course her brothers served. But none ever would be taken aside by a rank higher than Captain and given special praise or any 'important' missions.

That was something she could own. It was hers. In her family, she would die and be remembered like her father. His father. And his fathers fathers' all the way back to when it had all started. She was strongly patriotic. Fiercely loyal. To die for Mother Russia would be the most honorable and proud death she could hope for.

So the calm before the storm was her reflection time. Her time to reach a peace within herself. To prepare her men. To check her weapons. To check those around her for weaknesses. To survey the land. To watch the weather.

Turning to her men, she could tell that after so long fighting beside her that they knew the inner peace she had always felt. They could die proud and accept a fighting death, and would welcome it. '

Of course, there was plenty of ass to kick before then. And she didn't waste a moment to do that.

Speaking of ass?

There were a lot of handsome guys around. The Americans had that look about them, all tanned in comparison to the Europeans. Apart from the occasional one. Raphael had that 'proud to be German and if you say shit about my country, I'll damned well beat you to death with your own skull for it' appearance. It was similar to the one the Russian men had, only the Russians to her looked a little darker. She loved a good strong Russian man.

But it wasn't just men that were onboard.

Looking over at the uncomforable looking woman that sat down at the far back of the truck, Iska couldn't help but smile. But she soon replaced that smile with a cigarette, and gave the woman and brief nod.

"Comfortable?" she questioned, looking around at all the men crammed in around them.

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima wasn't comfortable at all, although she had at least her suitcases below her, stufffed with clothes. To her right was the cabin wall of the truck, and to her left the soldier called Nathan, that had spoke to her. She had to admit that he tried not be indecent in any way, but in the crammed truck their bodies did touch of course, and on the rough road they were often squeezed against each other. She did not know if he was just embarrassed or delighted by that, but he behaved as well as he could. She had feared to be touched or fondled with a lot of foreign soldiers in a crowded truck, but nothing had happened so far to complain about.
"As well as possible." she said to Iska. If the russian woman did not complain, and probably found no reason to it herself, she should be ashamed to lament over the missing comfort. This wasn't Hollywood, or her wealthy, but suffocating home.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

"Hey...you...German"

Raphael looked over at the soldier when he spoke,

"Yes?"

"What is a Nazi pig like you doing here? I thought we shot your kind on site."

Raphael smiled at the man,

"Ignorance is bliss isn't it?"

The soldier frowned,

"What do you mean?"

"Easy, just because I'm German and a soldier does not make me Nazi. Just like you are not a Yankee schweinehund, you are an American Soldier and I am a German Soldier."

The soldier smirked,

"Yet you still believe that you are better than anybody because you look so Arian. Got your nose in the air."

Raphael shook his head,

"How I look does not make me a better man or person, who I am inside, that is what counts. So far I have not been looking down my nose at any of you, finding you inferior, I am just a soldier, who does as he is told and when something comes up that is not been told, I do what I feel is best to keep my troops safe and alive. It's better to keep your men alive, than to offer them up just to gain a victory. That my American friend is stupidity, but then of course there is some people who do not fear death and will storm a machine gun nest out of bravery or love for their country and fellow man. Those people, who will die for their country and fellow man, they are the ones who are better than the rest."

He leaned back against the jolting backrest,

"Maybe you should think of what you say, before you say it. Next time I might get angry."

He chuckled and looked back to the bed of the truck.

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima studied the germans face in the dim light in the truck. His english was good, and she found his answer reasonable. She hoped that there would not be any more fighting between the men, is it startled her.

 

[DormantEvil]

Iska

Smirking, Iska listened to the conversation between one of the Americans she hadn't spoken with yet and Raphael. She agreed with most of what he said, and was more likely to accept his side than that of such a young American. Someone who hadn't defended their homeland for a fair while, in comparison to the Eastern and Western European countries. Defending home soil was in their blood, and there was a big difference between having your homeland safe and away from conflict, and always worrying that its under attack whilst you are off fighting elsewhere.

But then again, Gurber was technically a prisoner. Perhaps she should say something to avoid a fight.

Although a fight in such close quarters would be interesting to watch.

Looking from Raphael to the soldiers who seemed on edge by the German, she tossed her packet of cigarettes at them with a bit of force.

"He's here because I said he's more useful alive, then dead. And until he's no longer that, he stays. As such, and your Captain may feel the same way, you'll all keep your minds on this mission and not on who's got the largest dick...because I could possibly mention who's the largest prick here."

With a serious face, she then smiled. Turning to look out the back of the truck again.

"But I don't speak that way about High Ranked Officers...at least when they aren't present to hear it."

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima was a bit snubbed by the words that Iska used, but she guessed she would not knew better, how could she, after all, so she decided to overhear it. She wondered if there was any officer her except mike, who had kept silent, or the german. She thought that the most of them were common soldiers, with whom she had never had contact before.

 

[EllysGspot]

Nathan was going to say something to the American who so quickly called the German a Nazi but after seeing the women in the back throw the cigarettes it seemed to make the Americans happy. Then the truck hit a hole in the road and shook them all violently about, Nathan fell sideways and caught himself just before clocking heads with the well dressed Salima. Quickly regaining his posture Nathan looked at her and immediatly noticed the bits of leaves and dirt from his suit now on her fur coat. "Oh jeese maam I'm really sorry for that" he says as he attemps to brush off the dirt with his hands.

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

"I know it's not your fault. I shouldn't wear this clothes in this place." Salima smiled a little, and felt even a bit amused by his attempts to brush the leaves from her expensive fur. Luckily there wasn't that much damage, and at least this soldier showed some respect she had missed by others. It seemed to her that he was not american.
"Where are you from, soldier?"

 

[EllysGspot]

Nathan looked around and saw that a couple other people seemed to want to hear his reply. Then he noticed that in his ghuille suit his name, flag and rank were nowhere to be seen. "Oh well I'm from Canada maam the west coast to be precise." Memories of home came flooding back to him and Nathan pushed them from his mind he didn't need anything clouding his thoughts right now. Looking Salima in the eye he says "I haven't seen home in some years now and the way I see it is if I have to give my life here to help insure the war never makes it there then so be it." With a smile he raises an eyebrow to her "how bout you miss you don't exactly seem like you belong here."

 

[Belinda35]

Salima Mimoun

Salima gave the young man a warmer smile. "I haven't seen home some years as well. I am morrocean. But it is just a to long story to tell how I ended up here."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Raphael Gurber

"Canada? I heard that it is a lovely place, much like Switzerland just...better,"

he was still looking at his feet as he said this.

"I think that you would be interested in the new technology they have been working on recently. It is called Vampirsicht, you can look through a telescope and see in the darkest of night the body heat of anybody even in the best camouflage. Only down side is that you need a heavy batterpack to make it work."

He reached into his shirt and noticed a few soldiers tense up, he retrieved a pack of gum, an American product. At their disbelieve he unwrapped one of the pieces and popped it in his mouth, chewing he lowered his head again, his fingers toying with the packet.

 

[Avellan13]

Mike looked around at everyone in the truck and was worried about a new problem. These people were his responsibility and the only think that came to mind was who was going to live, and who was going to die.

Shaking his head, he opened his medical pack and examined the supplies he had. It wasn't too bad. He pulled out two shots of morphine and sighed, "Two of them. This is all of the morphine that I have."

He placed them back in the pack and shook his head, "We need plasma as well."

Off in the distance, Mike could see the city of Cherbourg.