Band of Brothers episode one (IC)

[Zeinbrad]

“Lights Camera Action” A booming voice said. Instantly lights turned on and Cameras where turned to a stage with eight veterans seated. A man in a three suit walked in “Hello everyone I’m Kokel Jolo and this the first episode of the Phenyzian war. As some of you know the Phenyzian war was when Phenyzian invaded us in 1951 for reasons that the narrator will tell you. Here behind me are seven eight veterans they will speak after the narration” The man said. If you where watching this on tv your screen will go black then a music would be heard and pictures would appear of burning Panther tanks, dead soldiers, abandoned Comet tanks, Crashed Aircraft and a convoy of M4 shermans. Then a old voice was heard “I am one of the few who still remember the Phenyzian Invasion” He said It cut to a bald man then appeared with the name hojo lue under him “The Invasion was one of Zeinbrad darkest times. 4,000 thousand soldiers where lost on the first two weeks of the war and 400 tanks lost. It has been said that mass rape of women happened with the men forced to watch or they would be killed. But it sparked an mass recruitment of Zeinbrad men with would force the Phenyzians out of Zeinbrad” He said giving a quick run on the war. “Thank you Hojo now to our Veterans I have one question what did you do during the first week” He asked
OOC Phenyzian you control what your troops did during the war.

[New Roman Empire]

Ret. Captain William Anderson

"I was in Zeinbrad Army, I am Captain William Anderson. I was with my squad at the head quarters on the front line. I witnessed first hand what the Phenyzian army could do. This was before I my squad was tranfered to I company and I took charge. This would not last, soon the company would be completely ineffective in battle." Said William as he looked into the camera.

[Zeinbrad]

"Why thank you William for being the first to speak. May you give us a account on one of the battles you fought in during the first part of the War. Maybe about your first battle as company leader." The man in the suit said .
OOc okay now when your veteran gives a account of a battle you rp a movie like scene coming after it.

[New Roman Empire]

Ret. Captain William Anderson

"Ah, battle of Granger. That was the first location we were sent to." Said William as he stared into the camera and started his story.

50 years ago,

Private Gram ran into the I company's building. "Captain Anderson, we got the hostiles massing at the southern bridge and they are firing mortars and who knows what else they have," said Private Gram as a mortar landed near the door way blasting the private into the house. William ran to the private only to find him dead. He grabbed his gear his weapon and ran up the stairs.

"Get moving boys, the southern bridge is under attack!" yelled William as he ran out of the door and his men followed him out. He saw the holes the mortars made. More mortar shells were being fired and hitting the ground and the buildings. William and his company ran past the church and the tower was pounded with mortars that it fell over right in front of them. The shear force of the thing made everyone fly back. When they all got back up, dust was every where and they started to run again.Then they reached the southern bridge of Granger and got into cover. "Fire at the hostiles, don't waste ammo, we wont get any for awhile!" Yelled William as he started to fire his Sten MKII.

[Pravengria]

Ret. Sergeant Aleksandr Mikhailovich

''We didn't know what to expect.. When the draft came, I was in my father's store when a Lieutenant had walked in'' Alek laughed, ''God I remember the look on his face, but then I knew why he was there...'' he stared off for a moment. ''I still have Nightmares...''

West Granger, 21st Division

I came in on a truck, I still remember when I was drafted. I was told we were going to war, I hadn't known it yet but we had been attacked. As my squad came off the truck, I gripped my gun hard. It was weird and strange to wear so much clothing, and know that you may not return home. My mind wasn't with me that day, as my boots hit the ground, I was already moving. We ran across a field into a tree line and hit the ground. A private next to me peaked his head over, as he stood up denying our commanders orders, a bullet flew across and caught him in the throat. Immediately after they opened up on us.

I was petrified, I stared into the kid's eyes and he stared back, gagging and holding his throat. I finally crawled and put pressure on the wound, he grabbed my arms and squeezed. Gunfire zipped over my head and the sounds of the rounds as they ricochet off the dirt and bark put me on edge. It was loud, us firing back, them firing at us, but yet it was silent. I hadn't realized it, but the kid had stopped. I looked down, and just saw his lifeless eyes stare at me, blood all over my hands. Suddenly I was grabbed from behind and thrown down, it was our Lieutenant.

He yelled at me to get up and move, I staggered up fast and quick, and we took off at a dead run with the squad over to the left of the clearing. MG fire sprayed down on us, and bodies of our own dropped. Blood spray would take a form of mist when hit, and would fly into our face. Finally, we hit the ground again. After we had gotten into position the Lieutenant yelled for us to open fire, I gripped my gun, and crawled just above and felt my heart beat heavily. When I finally saw a figure I sprayed, gripping the trigger my gun lit off and I watched as the body fell to the ground.

Behind us shells landed from enemy artillery, causing dirt to spray in every direction. I continued to move down with my squad as we'd take position after position to keep the enemy guessing. The entire time, the boy's eyes stuck in my mind.

[Halltania]

Retired Field Commander Kintoni Nestim

"My very first command saw me leading my platoon past the front lines into a small town to escort a Kapu...an intelligence agent you know, and three of her assets back to friendly territory. It was...this was new for all of us. No one knew what to expect."

Zeinbrad Front Line, Night

"Looks buttoned up tight sir. We might be able to slip across between that MG nest there and the checkpoint on the road. See that ditch? It'll be a hard crawl, and we'll have to time it just right."

Field Sergeant Khemph looked over at Lieutenant Nestim. In the darkness, he looked like a gnarled oak stump. Perfectly still, perfectly quiet, the large man just stared through his binoculars at the Zeinbrad defenses. He stayed like this so long, Khemph almost repeated himself before Nestim finally replied.

"What about there? About midway between the road and that little cottage to the east. It's maybe three hundred yards between tree covers. If we time it right, we can pass just after the roving patrol goes by. Looks like there's only four soldiers holding a position there. We send an advance squad to put them down quiet, and make for cover. If we get seen, we won't be caught in a funnel."

Khemph surveyed the area. "Your call sir. It's a solid plan, if you want my opinion."

The two crawled back carefully, and made their way back to the platoon's staging point. The men had a perimeter set up, and the lieutenant and sergeant passed the call and response as they approached it. Once inside, the four squad leaders collapsed inside for a briefing.

"Second squad will be our advance. Noise and light discipline from here on. When you hit the enemy, use your garrotes. No shots fired. Get your men ready, you move out thirty seconds after the patrol passes."

The young sergeant nodded understanding and moved to collect his men. Ten minutes later, second squad began crawling slowly across the open field. They left their packs with the platoon to move faster and quieter. Third and fourth squads would take those with them when they advanced. Lieutenant Nestim watched through his binoculars, but soon lost sight of his men. The wait was agonizing. He tried to visualize what was occurring. His men, by now, should be within a few meters of the enemy. They would be slowly spreading out, while mentally counting down from a predetermined number. Probably five hundred. When that number was reached, the team would rise as one, slip through the darkness like ghosts, and slip the wire garottes around the throat of their victim and squeeze. If an enemy had his rifle nearby, his soldier would pull back on the Zeinbradian hard, kick the weapon away, and drag the soldier to the ground. The enemy would be out of combat in seconds. Within a minute they would be unconcious. Two minutes, and they would never wake. Finally, the signal comes through. Flashes from a hooded, red-light flashlight. Two short, one long, one short. All clear, advance.

"Move out."

It was a long, slow crawl to regroup with second squad. When they made it, the squad leader immediately pulled the Lieutenant aside.

"Sir, we have a problem."

"Casualties?" Nestim was getting nervous. Casualties on his first order of his first command?

"No sir, it all went squeaky clean with the kills but, well..." the young sergeant trailed off and pointed. Following his gaze, Lieutenant Nestim saw two girls, one in her late teens, the other barely into puberty, being watched over by two men from second squad.

"Shit. Go get Raj." The soldier ran off, and returned with the interpreter a few seconds later. Through Raj, Nestim found out that the girls were from the nearby cottage, and that they were out delivering food, bread, and tea to the soldiers. Both were civilians, both were terrified. Nestim was faced with a dilemma. If he released them, they would run to the nearest soldiers and give them away. If he ordered them killed, the men would argue. If he did it himself, he would be a monster to them.

Before he could make a decision, the older girl suddenly jumped to her feet and began running for the cottage. Nestim gave chase. He gained easily, and launched himself, tackling her to the ground. She went limp underneath him. He rolled her over quickly, ready to cover her mouth. Instead, he saw that her eyes were staring lifelessly at the stars. A smudge of blood defiled her forehead, matching a smudge on the jagged rock she landed on. Nestim swore. He closed the girl's eyes, and went back to his men.

"Bind her, blindfold and gag. We'll bring her with us, and release her on the road a few miles up. That should give us enough lead time."

His men went to work. No one asked about the older girl. The younger girl struggled, but stayed blessedly quiet. As they moved out, Lieutenant Nestim Looked back only once. Even this far away, he could still see her dress blowing softly in the wind. He could still see that spot of blood.

[Pawn and King]

Ret. The Duke of Mandeville, Peregrine Leafe KG DSO MC

An old man stared straight into the lens of the camera. His voice quivered occasionally, with age, and with emotion, but the first thing a listener would detect would be his very powerfully aristocratic accent. When things became too emotional for him, he would stare above or to the side of the camera, hiding his true feelings.

"I was a young man, when it all kicked off. I'd joined Sandhurst with my friends, every young aristocrat did in those days - a free way to see the world, and have a good bit of fun. It became one of the biggest regrets of my life. But by God, do I have some stories to tell."

The Island of Cormzarath

A young man can be seen talking to a middle aged man, as they walk through a forest. They look a little bit like father and son, or uncle and nephew.

"We've known for weeks the invasion was happening tonight. We've been living 65 miles in Zeinbrad territory for a reason for the past year, you know?" The older man said to the younger man.
"I know, Eustace," Peregrine sighed wearily. "I'm aware, I just think we need more time. I don't think we're ready to do it tonight."
"Look, Perry, we've bloody well only got this one chance to do it, and if we don't do it tonight, we bloody well won't have another chance to do it. Let probability go to hell. We're either going to return as heroes, or die in glory."

Peregrine could see there was no point in hoping for more time - and Eustace was right, there was no way that they could delay. They had four hours - they may as well make the best of them.

Four hours later

The men from earlier can be seen, hiding in a ditch next to a road. They wait here for some time, nervously smoking the red glow the only light, until a bell is heard, and the low rumble of a car can be heard. Peregrine quickly throws down his cigarette into a puddle of muddy water, and checks his pistol.

"Now" whispers Eustace, peering over the top of the ditch, judging from the cars headlights how far away it is. The two men scramble out of the ditch. The car rolls to a stop, the driver seemingly bemused.
"Fucking give it to them, Perry. No relent. Only save the General."
Peregrine went to the drivers door, and peered a torch in as the driver, a passenger, and one of the most important military figures in the country squinted at him. From the other side, Eustace had already shot the passenger, a burly man, presumably a guard, and shot the driver, before Peregrine had even really worked out what he had to do next.

Peregrine opened the drivers seat, pulled out the drivers corpse, as the General tried to escape. Eustace was already there, though, and hit him hard on the head, with the butt of his pistol. Dragging the General back into the car, they tied him down using the seatbelts.

For the rest of the night, Peregrine drove the car down to the coast of the Island. The General, who had given up struggling, had given parole, and as such, was untied. He grumbled mightily, however. Despite being a Zeinbradian, he was able to speak fluent Latin, and as such, Eustace, Peregrine and the General talked this way, quoting literary greats at each other.

The car reached the secluded beach at 0300. At 0315, the boat had arrived to pick them up. By 0400, they had had tea, and some snacks. By 0500, they were home, and the shelling had started. The formal war had began, and the first prisoner had already been taken.

Cut to the Veteran

"Back then, it seemed like fun and games. I didn't even need to fire a shot. It became one of the most remarkable stories of the war, and the book I wrote based on those events sold millions after the war. I had expected to be sent home after that. Unfortunately, that was the easiest part of the war for me."

[Phenyzia]

Colonel Friedrich Römel

"I still remember the beginning of the war. It was supposed to be a short Blitzkrieg, we didn't expect much resistance and my division received orders to take the capital."

10 miles south of the capital of Zeinbrad, 15. Panzerdivision, provisional headquarters

Colonel Römel observed the whole operation with his binoculars, the newly introduced Maus Panzers moved towards the city "Did the 14. Panzerdivision respond, yet? They were supposed to attack the city from the north." He turned to a young communications officer. "Yes sir, they couldn't get past the enemies lines, we will have to take the city alone." The Colonel returned his gaze to the city in the distance. "Very well then, we have to take drastic measures. Tell Captain Lemke that the usage of heavy artillery has been authorised."

"Today we will show the world that our armies are unstoppable, the Kaiser wants this city and we will conquer it in his name." The colonel then lights a cigarette. "Tell our troops that I still expect discipline, looting buildings or raping civilians won't be tolerated. We are soldiers not barbarians."

[New Roman Empire]

Captain William Anderson
Battle of Granger

William was still firing at the incoming troops. He started to noticed friendly forces were starting to get cut down. He looked over and his company was down to half strength. He saw the youngest member of the company blown in half. His blood sprayed everywhere. "Fall back into the city!" Yelled William as he started to fall back into a building that was a hotel. "Get in the hotel, we can hold them off from in there. This move would be the worst mistake of the battle. A hostile MG truck pulled up and started to cut down the men. "I company, get to the fifth floor!" Yelled William as he ran into the building and up the stairs.

When they got up there, he heard soldiers barricading the front doors of the hotel to prevent the hostiles from getting in. "Chuck, get up here now. Put that sniper of your to good use. We need to take them out now." Said William as he ran to do a head count. Shit, down to under half of us now. This whole place will be a massacre if we don't kill those bastards. He looked over and saw a kid around 18 or 19 get ripped to shreds.

Back to veteran
"That image still haunts me to this day. We thought they would come in with light forces. But they didn't. A lot of good men died that day. My company was completely destroyed. But they would go down with a fight. This fight was known as the massacre I company and the 9th armored."

Granger

William ran over to the window and started to fire his sten again and he managed to kill about 40 of them by this time. Chuck had killed a few officers that were crossing the bridge hoping to scare them. "Toss your grenades, this could be our only hope to liv- Tank crossing the bridge!" Yelled William as he ran towards the back of the room, he heard the tank fire and the wall where chuck was at had been completely turned to rubble.

Chuck was in a million pieces. "Chuck! Everyone fall back, fall back to the fountain in the square we will make our stand there." Yelled William as he jumped out a window and landed in a dumpster and then he looked back and all the men in the building were running with him. They were all at the fountain when they heard tanks coming form behind. But as they turned the corner it was the 9th armored. The tanks started to fire on the hostile as the soldiers got into cover in the fountain and started to fire back.

The hostiles started to fall back and the forces were pushing forward and managed to push the hostiles back towards the river and past it. They enemy was in full retreat, they would be no threat for awhile. After the battle William walked around gathering all the dog tags of the fallen I company members. They had been drastically beaten down to a small number of men left. But the battle was over and they had one.

Back to Veteran

"We went from being a 200 man company to being a 90 man company that day. Chuck's wife was informed and never forgave me for his death. I promised to keep him safe. The youngest member of our company was killed not from the MG, but by a mortar. I can only imagion what that felt like. But that is war, and I company pushed on. We were called the Bastards of Granger after that" Chuckled William as he looked back into the camera.

[Vomal]

Ret. Sergeant Logan Hutchins

"I remember dropping in, we had been ordered to assist the nation from the invading forces, but to this day I wonder if we should have gone," said Logan clenching his fists, the thought was emotional to him...as was the loss of his men.

Battle of Granger, West Granger, 606th Iscariot Regient, Wolf Company, Lambda Platoon

Lambda was getting geared up and checking their rifles as they sat in the loud metallic aircraft. The very noise of the beast contradicted its soulless nature, but Logan wasn't here to be a philosopher and give an analysis on his military's assets, instead he sat and waited for the green light to go. As the group got closer to the city, the sound of anti-air guns could be heard from outside of the plane a few were missing the planes, but one of those damn anti-air guns got lucky and clipped the wing of his plane. A blinking red light took the place of the dark and empty light that had greeted the men when they entered the plane. Lambda, Logan included, knew what they had to do, the men bolted up and moved as quickly as possible to the back of the plane and began to jump, they were way off course, nearly 10 klicks, but they would have to rectify that situation later for now they had to get the hell of that plane.

Logan jumped and began to fly through the air, it rushed past his face and he felt like for a split second there was not a care in the world, that was until h remembered where he was. He pulled his chute and waited to hit the ground, hoping to God that some man down below wouldn't look up and see him coming down and he was all so relieved when he hit the ground and began to grab his rifle and undo the chute on his back. Looking around he could already tell one thing:

He was alone.