the town from the west
the town from the west,
the heavily-armed civilians and military contingents peacefully going about their business
I can't give a play-by-play as to what happened to the other contingents but I will track the actions of the German contingent (as I was their commander) with asides to bits of the action as I remember it. I was to arrive by gunboat but I was only dealt shooting cards for the first three turns so I remained off the table and inactive. The French Foreign Legion had no such problems as they streamed onto the table from the southern edge intent on finding the British spy. They exchanged pleasantries with the local gendarmes and passed around pictures of the suspect while offhandedly mentioning a reward. This produce almost instant results with reports being made of a secretive Englishman hiding in the upstairs of the bar.
the FFL file past the local police and head for the side door of the bar
On the northern edge of town the Raiders had broken into a house and were busy ransacking it, The Garrison troops bestirred themselves as the ransacking created a great deal of noise and began to file out of the fort and head east. After a short exchange of gunfire with the garrison troops and the police the raiders began to look elsewhere for fun and started toward the waterfront; who doesn't enjoy a stroll (outburst of pillaging) along the river on a warm summer evening ?
nothing like an unguarded back window on a warehouse
Finally, the Germans got movement cards and set off to deliver their ultimatum to the Pasha they filed onto the dock in a typically orderly Teutonic fashion and set off toward the Palace (which they could see at the other end of the main street). The main street was a busy place by-the-by, the FFL was storming into the bar, the police had manouvered into a firing position facing the Raiders, the garrison troops were now facing toward the racket being made by the FFL. The Germans marched straight up the street with nary a thought to anything but their mission.
the Germans disembark,
the gunners were disappointed that the dock stopped them having a view up the main street
off they go, X.O. Hammer in the lead
the FFL leaders dies in a hail of bullets, soon to avenged by his men on the rooftop
The now leaderless garrison troops filed into the bar and engaged in a short-range firefight with the police in the street outside (longstanding rivalries having only been restrained by the now dead garrison leader) through the windows of the bar, taking occasional shots at the Pasha all the while in an attempt to clear off that power as well. The police closed with the building and a perfectly ferocious fight developed with the troops shooting at one another at arms length. The Germans marched right past this mess and approached the Palace and demanded an audience with the Pasha. The Pasha, having just seen his loyal infantry commander gunned down by rebellious garrison troops, pervaricated. This was not to the liking of the Germans, to emphasize how dearly they wished to address his Highness the sailors stormed into the downstairs of the palace. This focused the Pasha's mind enough that he came out to address X.O. Hammer and, upon hearing that all the Germans demanded was the release of the fraulein being held prisoner in the palace, he promptly complied. She was escorted to the door and pushed out by the Pasha's guards.
I'm here to take you home Ma'am
and off they went
the bayonet is no match for sword and shield
Thus ended the Battle of Newville; the girl rescued, legends born, a bar wrecked, a steamer stolen and the Pasha's palace shot up right thoroughly.
All in all a quiet night in Daftrica.