Introductions (Open)

[Klaus Eberhardt]

Klaus took a seat at the bar, with a mild headache that had sustained itself earlier that day. He was hoping he didn't have the flu, as being a soldier was hard enough by itself, and being somewhat sick didn't help it. Still, he enjoyed his work, and he easily endured all of the hardships that came along with the job.

He took a few drinks that night, originally planning to just have one, then that turned into two, and that turned into three, and that cycle repeated itself until he had six drinks. He handled his alcohol well, however, and just suffered a small lapse in quality of judgment; not that it would really be necessary, considering he was enjoying a night in the pub.

Klaus was very excited to visit this new tavern. He heard around the camp that they only served the finest ales, and at a price that would not make one go bankrupt. He had also heard that the piano player was very good, and accepted requests from all of the patrons, not like other piano players that he had met, that required a fee for a song to be played. Of course, one of the main reasons that they were being to very kind to the Germans was the fact that they were in charge, and they did not want to cause any unrest. Yet the friendliness out of fear soon evolved once the soldiers and the citizens got to know each other, especially with soldiers that were kind. Klaus decided to do just that; be ruthless on the battlefield and as kind as he could whenever he was not on the battlefield.

Some of the more intoxicated individuals began singing along to a tune a man that tipped the piano player requested. "Es war einmal eine Nachtigall, mit überhaupt keine Stimme zu hageln..."

Klaus smiled. He had heard the song played before, and it brought back some of the fonder memories of his youth, ones that did not involve brutality and violence, and memories in which he was genuinely happy. Klaus remembered, that while he had some acquaintances at the camp, he had never really developed one of those relationships into true friendship. He decided to try his luck, and see if he could start some small talk with the fellow soldiers, maybe buy a few drinks for them, and get someone he could really trust when he had to.

[Friedrich Bäcker]

It wasn't the first time Friedrich had come here to this tavern, though it certainly wasn't a common chance for him to come. He walked in, looking around. It wasn't too busy tonight, so he could sit almost anywhere he wanted. He didn't always drink when he came here, but tonight was one of those nights. So, he just sat down at the bar, in a seat that was right next to Klaus. He set down his pack beside him, and thought about what he was going to have...

At that point he was asked, "What will you have tonight?" Friedrich thought for a moment. "Well, I guess I will try something new," he said, before pointing the drink he wanted. He waited a few moments, before receiving his drink. It was finally handed to him. "Dankeschon," he said. He took a sip, then he noticed Klaus. "Hmm, I've never seen you come here before...so tell me, what's your name?" Friedrich took another, longer gulp, as he waited for and listened to Klaus's answer. "Ah...okay...hey, just how many drinks have you had tonight...? Seems you've had a lot! Heh heh..." He then went and finished the rest of his drink.

It was dark outside now, and more and more people were coming in. Some of them were soldiers, some of them were civilians. As expected, most came to drink, and many to eat too. All of them were socializing, though. "Hmm...say, what service are you in? Infantry? I do see that we are both the same rank...how long have you been in the Wermacht?" Friedrich asked. Then the bartender came back. "Would you like another?" he asked Friedrich. "Hmm? Oh yes, of course..." Friedrich waited for Klaus's answers, as he took another gulp...

[Adelbert Van Cordlent]

Yet another order to raid yet another building, it seemed as if Hitler was content on finding all Jews in the place of Poland and Germany. One after another the businesses fell to the German Nazi party’s hands and successfully were forced into rotting to nothing. Adelbert had really seen enough of the Concentration camps to send him wild and crazy, but for some reason it really hadn’t effected him at all. Sure these camps were scary and crazy enough but Adelbert kept chugging along.

Looking at the paper and the two Storm troopers behind him, Adelbert rubbed his face and eyes letting out a large yawn. He was unsure if this really was the right thing to do or not. Could they possibly just seize the business and let the Jews run away wildly?

Adelbert Sighed and turned to his men in front of the well known bar around town. Apparently they were holding the Jewish inside and weren’t letting them out. “wohl ist dieses die letzten heute abend Jungen, läßt gerade nach innen erhalten und zu versuchen, den jüdischen Barmixer in die Straße heraus und zu erhalten waren wir können ihn beenden. ”Well this is the last one tonight boys, Lets just get inside and try to get the Jewish Bartender out and into the street were we can finish him.”

The German SS Soldiers walked to the front of the bar were the door was and spotted the Bartender. He wasn’t the owner by the looks of it but by seeing the German Soldiers walk in he got nervous more then anything. Some of the customers backed off the counter and pointed out the Waffen SS soldiers that had just made there appearance.

Adelbert laughed a bit and slung out the Hand gun that was in its Hollister and pointed it at the bartender. “Zeigen Sie uns, daß die verfluchten Juden und wir aus hier heraus sind” Show us the damn Jews and we will be out of here.

The bartender gave them a blank look and nodded to a no as he let out a bit of a nasty snarl at the German Soldiers. Adelbert nodded to let the other German Soldiers to neutralize him. With two quick shots of a MP-40 the man behind the bar Counter was dropped to the floor and dead.

Adelbert Quickly turned around and snarled at the disgusting Customers all drunk out of there mind and unable to do really anything. Looking around he noticed two Soldiers, Both German Infantry, enjoying there stay now Frightened by what had happened. ” Sie zwei dort, zeigen uns die Juden.” You two there, show us the Jews. He said two the two that were staring at him and his two Other soldiers.

[Klaus Eberhardt]

Klaus was simply shocked at the events that had just taken place. How could this guy just barge into this tavern and shoot the barkeep? "Dieser Kerl ist der Abschaum des deutschen Militärs ... Was für ein Kerl!" (This guy is the scum of the German military... what a bastard!) he thought to himself, not even daring to say it out loud. He looked at the friendly German soldier that took a seat next to him. "Es tut mir leid, werden Einführungen müssen, bis eine andere Zeit warten." (I'm sorry, introductions will have to wait until another time).

He stood up at attention, facing the Rottenführer that stood before him. The Rottenführer that had just gunned down an innocent man in front of a bar full of civilians. At first, he didn't know what to say to the man, but he eventually found some words to say that were not directly insulting or questioning the man. He really didn't want to do this, even though he openly disagreed with his decision, he was of superior rank, and he did not want to offend. "Rottenführer, ich fürchte, wir wissen nicht, wo die Juden gehalten werden. Wir werden Sie bei der Suche nach ihnen zu helfen, wenn es sein muß, aber." (Rottenführer, I'm afraid we do not know where the jews are being held. We will assist you in finding them if need be, however.)

He hoped that this would be enough to have the man just leave him alone. Still, it was a very awkward situation. A man that was of his country, his army, had walked into the tavern and shot a man to death, in front of a number of those that already had a very bad opinion of the Germans. This made him look bad, and he did not want that to happen; as a matter of fact, he disagreed with a few of the Nazi's ideas, even though he would never say that out loud.

Once again he turned to the soldier that had sat down next to him before. He decided to make this guy his friend, even though it did seem that he did not handle his alcohol especially well. "Klaus Eberhardt, Vergnügen, Ihre Bekanntschaft zu machen." (Klaus Eberhardt, pleasure to make your acquaintance.) Now, he hoped that his first friend would help him with his first problem; dealing with the Rottenführer.

[Friedrich Bäcker]

Friedrich glanced up as the Schutzstaffel troops, three in number, entered the building, armed with machine pistols. They didn't look like they were here to rest, that was obvious to anyone who looked at them. He also noticed the no-longer-calm bartender. "Show us the damn Jews and we will be out of here," demanded the leader, a Rottenführer. Although sounding like an officer rank to someone outside the German military, it was merely the SS equivalent to Obergefreiter, Friedrich's own rank, and Klaus's too...although since they were SS, they DID have more authority...

Friedrich went on and finished his drink, now a little bit fuzzy in vision, and watched as the events unfolded. Then, suddenly, Adelbert's troops fired two shots into the bartender. He jumped, not expecting them to shoot the man right here in front of everyone. It was a good thing that they were using machine pistols, as any larger caliber would have gone through the man completely and possibly hit a bystander that was behind him...but it didn't, and so long as no one did anything stupid, it would stay that way.

At that point, Klaus said to him, "I'm sorry, introductions will have to wait until another time," before standing too face the Rottenführer. "Rottenführer, I'm afraid we do not know where the jews are being held. We will assist you in finding them if need be, however." Friedrich then added, "And besides, we're getting drunk, this isn't exactly the best time to ask us...it's already starting to all look fuzzy to me anyway..." Friedrich sighed and then looked back at Klaus. He was deep in thought, apparently. But eventually, he sat back down, saying to Friedrich, "Klaus Eberhardt, pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Friedrich nodded. "And I am Friedrich Bäcker...you seem nice enough. Do you think we should wait for the Schutzstaffel troops to leave...? Or just keep talking...?" He glanced back at the three SS soldiers, waiting for what they would do next. Then back at the body of the bartender, still lying lifeless on the floor. "Huh..." he sighed, looking back at the frightened crowd. My night off, and I have to deal with THIS, he thought to himself. He looked back at Klaus. "Klaus, what should we do...?"

[Adelbert Van Cordlent]

There were woes in the crowd behind them. What had just happened to the bartender they said? Well the man had hidden the Jews under the quote of law. Un-acceptable by anybody in Germany or the new lands of Germany. Now that Adelbert had offed the Bartender it was his turn to deal with the young German infantry soldiers that were testing his superiority.

Turning to the soldiers Adelbert noticed they seemed to be nothing but scum really that opposed what Hitler thought. What was it that the SS soldiers could do to these men to make sure they understood Adelbert wasn’t playing around with these two boys that sat there. Adelbert listened to the one German soldier who seemed to be drunk out of his mind and not making any sense at all.

Adelbert shook his head and motioned to his other two soldiers to do something as he reached for the back of the neck of the German soldier. What did he say his name was, Klaus that’s it. Adelbert grabbed his collar and held it motioning for the two privates to say something to the others In the bar. ” Ich frage von den ganzen Sie, diesen Stab für die Fälle zu lassen, die in den folgenden Minuten geschehen.” I ask of all of you to leave this bar for the events that will happen in the next minutes.

Adelbert watched as the last person filed out of the small family run bar. This was the key for him to do what was planed out in his head as he lifted Klaus into the air and onto his feat. Staring him into the face Adelbert grunted and dropped him to the ground. He laughed as Adelbert and the others stared at Klaus waiting for him to make a word or move to the superiors.

[Klaus Eberhardt]

Verdammt, das tut weh ... Klaus thought as he slowly got back up, now thoroughly disgusted with the men that stood before him. In theory, they had the complete authority to do what they just did, but in practice, it was extremely cruel and unnecessary. Ich glaube nicht, für diesen Wunsch, der Ort, an dem ich sterbe, werden ... (I do not wish this to be the place where I die...) Klaus thought to himself, knowing the situation could turn even worse in the coming moments, depending on his actions now.

As he stood up, he realized that there was a serious pain in his leg. He hoped that it was only temporary, and hoped he didn't have to deal with it much longer, but as he stood it only got worse. However he had to deal with the pain, so he could face the SS soldiers eye to eye, and be completely serious. A wrong move now could cost him his life. The SS soldier could come up with a story. He could say Klaus attacked. He'd have to kill the soldier next to him to make the story believable, and he didn't want someone's life on his hands.

Klaus carefully thought of what to do next. He did not want to offend the man in any way, ad wanted to be totally submissive. Yet that would be hard for him to accomplish considering he wanted to kick the man's ass. He wanted to make himself appear as a loyal soldier, and wanted to show that he would die for his country. He assumed that that was what the SS guys liked, and he wanted to re-create the image.

"Rottenführer, ich hatte nicht die Absicht, in irgendeiner Form zu beleidigen, und ich entschuldige mich. Gibt es irgendeine Möglichkeit, dass kann ich Ihnen helfen?" (Rottenführer, I had no intention to offend in any way, and I apologize. Is there any way that I can assist you?) Klaus said, hoping that the response would be "Sie können auf Ihrem Weg" (You can be on your way). This was extremely unlikely though, and Klaus was somewhat prepared for the worst.

Klaus turned to look at the soldier standing next to him. He knew that any kind of response to Freidrich's question would be labeled as offensive to the SS soldier, so Klaus simple gave Freidrich a look that said "I've got this under control." He was praying the Freidrich would not interfere. He was drunk, and did not want to risk him saying something he normally would not say.

OOC: Edit was to change a part of the post that was in First Person.

[Friedrich Bäcker]

This will *not* be a good night, thought Friedrich dreadfully. He wasn't that drunk, but he still was, somewhat. And he could still make (somewhat) good decisions, and here he had decided he should just watch and listen for the moment, which was probably a good choice. These soldiers were, after all, Schutzstaffel soldiers, and Friedrich and Klaus were just Wermacht. This could possible end very badly for Friedrich and Klaus if they did anything wrong here...

He the saw as Adelbert grabbed and held up Klaus, whilst then saying, "I ask of all of you to leave this bar for the events that will happen in the next minutes," and the civilians all went to leave. Shit! Friedrich thought. He then watched as Adelbert dropped Klaus to the ground with a laugh. Then Klaus had staggered up, and faced Adelbert, saying, "Rottenführer, I had no intention to offend in any way, and I apologize. Is there any way that I can assist you?." A few moments later, Klaus gave Friedrich a look telling him not to interfere. He thought for a moment and decided that it was probably right for him not to while in this state.

Friedrich looked around at the nearly empty room...he wanted to get out unscathed, and who wouldn't? God, why did they have to come in like this *after* I had started drinking...? was one of the thoughts in his mind. And they are SS, of course...if we had gone to another place tonight instead of here...no, these people have probably been searching through every bar in the town! He sighed. No way out of this, though, other than just sitting through it and doing whatever he was told. Hopefully, he and Klaus would get out of this one without losing anything...

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following CP has been issued:

Eberhardt - 5CP

Bäcker - 5CP

Cordlent - 4CP

-JT