Inspecting the area. [Felix]

[Wolfrick Fehér]

Location: Ghetto, city unknown
Time: 2300 hrs
Weather: raining, with thunder and lightning, night


Wolfrick walked down a street in the Ghetto. It was a rainy night and Wolfrick was tired but still had some work to do. He looked to the small houses and saw that some of the people of houses would look out to him with horrific looks on their faces. Lightning would flash every minute or so shwoing the dried blood on Wolfrick's face. Wolfrick had not slept in three days nor had he wiped blood off his face from executing prisoners the day before. Wolfrick walked to one of the houses and walked in like he owned the place. He inspected the family and then asked them if they were jewish or not. They replied with no and explained that they were a Russian family in Russian. Wolfrick understood them do to the fact he kne russian and was goign to be a translator on the eastern front. Wolfrick took a seat and just looked at the family. The family thought it was odd of a young boy just walking into their house and acting like he owned the place. He took his gun off his shoulder and examined it. He made sure it was loaded and wiped it off with a rag that was next to him. Wolfrick always took care of his gun because he knew it would take care of him also. He took off his helmet and rested for a couple minutes before standing up and putting his helmet back on. He put his rifle over his rain ponchos shoulder. He nodded to the family and walked outside. He continued walking down the street checking every thrid house on the left or right side of the street. Wolfrick thought to himself that these people are getting what they deserve.



Wolfrick was inspecting a house when he came across some stolen items. He quickly got up and ran out side. "Diebe! Diebe! Schutz schnell! Es gibt Diebe hier!" Wolfrick hollered out in the street. Wolfrick took his kar 98 off his shoulder and aimed it toward the front door of the house. "Kommen Sie aus das Haus ein Würfel heraus! bleiben Sie dort recht! , Schutz schnell!!" Wolfrick screamed to the people inside the house. Wolfrick slowly crept toward the front door with his rifle still aimed at the door. When Wolfrick finally got inside the house he was punched immediatly in the jaw. He fell to the ground dropping his rifle. The rifle went off once hitting the ground. Wolfrick quickly took out his combat knife. The man that punched him grabbed the rifle but was stabbed in the stomach by Wolfrick. Wolfrick jumped up and pulled the knife out of the mans stomach. He than put the knife in its sheath and grabbed the rifle. He backed up so the man was about ten feet away. Wolfrick kept his aim on him and watched him fall to the ground holding his stomach. "Er lochte mich und versuchte, mich zu schießen! ich erstach ihn! Schützt schnell schnell!" Wolfrick yelled. Wolfrick looked to the rest of the family. There standing were the man's wife, and two daughters. the daughters were around Wolfrick's age perhaps a bit younger. This man must be a retarded jew trying to kill me Wolfrick thought. Wolfrick was wondering what was taking the guards so long.




Translations:

Theives! Theives! Guards quick! There are Theives here!

Come out of the house an die! stay right there!, Guards quick!!


He punched me and tried to shoot me! i stabbed him! Quickly guards quickly!

[∬: Felix Odegaard]

Felix Odegaard's black leather jackboots clicked against the dirty cobblestones of the Ghetto streets. There was dark circles below his eyes and his eyelids were hard to keep open. His steel helmet was pulled low over his blonde brow. Rain dripped from the helmet's peak. Felix's loose camoflage smock and trousers were soaked. Leather boxes of shotgun shells slapped his thighs. The shotgun itself hung across his shoulder, hopping slightly in cue with his steps.

Felix hated Ghetto duty. If it were up to him, all of the Jews and other scum would already be dead, no matter how crowded the death camps were. They would just set fire to the Ghettos, roasting their occupents alive. And that would be that. All gone. None of this repelling the rebellions shit. If they were such a problem, they should all be dead. Felix had been in the Ghetto for about two months now, the first quelching the rebellions with Obersturmfuhrer Schneider and the second patrolling against future restless prisoners. Felix rubbed his wet hands together in an attempt to warm them up and pushed his tired legs on.

Suddenly, a frantic, childish cry shot out from about 12 blocks away. Felix couldn't exactly make it out, so he slipped the shotgun off his shoulder, flicked off the safe, and started to jog to the source of the screaming. As he got closer, he crouched down lower to the ground and raised his shotgun. Felix turned a corner and saw a young Hitler Youth boy, fear and anger painted on his face, clutching a knife. A Jewish family stood huddled next to the small, bent over cottage, and the father rolled on the ground, blood spurting and smudging the pavement. "Child! Move!" Felix yelled and wrinkled his nose, a quirk that only happened when he aimed a weapon or killed. He flicked the trigger twice, shotgun pellets widening and smacking into the wife and children. Their bodies were knocked over by the sheer force of the blast. The wife's midsection was cut in half, and the two daughters shoulders and head were obliteraited in one big blast of blood and gore. The assorted body parts collapsed into a bloody pile, Felix acted quickly and brought a boot heel down on the father's head.

He broke open his shotgun and held it with his right hand and scratched his stubbly jawline with his left. "Got what they deserved, no?" Felix sayed to the boy while smiling, flashing his canine-esque pearly whites.

[Wolfrick Fehér]

Wolfrick stared down to the Father's body on the ground him rolling around yelling. suddenly he heard "Child move!". Wolfrick ran to the other side of the street and looked back to the jewish family. He heard a shotgun fire two shots. They were bird shot so pellets scattered killing the rest of the jewish family stands outside with horrific looks on there faces. Well they were dead now, and there was nothing that could be done. Wolfrick saw the mother split in half by the shot and the two children hit in the shoulders and heads. Wolfrick's mouth dropped open to this sight and when he looked to the father there was an SS man stomping on his head. Wolfrick looked to the man and studied his features well. "Schutzstaffel??" Wolfrick said. Wolfrick immediatly saluted the SS Rottenfuhrer. Wolfrick than heard the Rottenfuhrer tell him the jews got what they deserved. Wolfrick could only nod to that statement.



"The father pushed me down and tried to shoot me with my own rifle, i stabbed him tho." Wolfrick said. Wolfrick kept looking back to the bodies. " Thank you sir, my name is Scharfuhrer Wolfrick Fehrer, of the 175 Brandenburg Hitlerjugend Bann, 3. Stamm" Wolfrick said to the Rottenfuhrer. Wolfrick walked to the jew bodies and examined them. He than walked into the house and picked his rifle up off the ground. When he walked back out past the jews he spit on the fathers corpse. Wolfrick was sickened by the sight of dead bodies of the young children but knew that they were scum. Wolfrick put his Hitler youth knife away and strung the rifle up over his shoulder. Than he heard the rumbling of a motorcycle. A light flashed on the Rottenfuhrer and Scahrfuhrer. "Wer geht dort?" Said a German in the motorcycle with a side car. In the side car was another German with a mg-42 aimed upon the two. Wolfrick could barely make it out that it was an MG-42 aimed toward them. He gulped and said "Sch...Scharfuhrer W..Wolfrick Fe...fehr... Fehrer". Wolfrick was afraid that he was going to get shot even tho the men were fellow Germans. The man on the motorcycle shut it off and walked to Wolfrick. He than looked to the family laying dead. "töteten Sie diese Juden? Was war Ihre Argumentation?" the German said. "The man tried to kill me so i stabbed him and this man shot the rest of the family" Wolfrick said while pointing to Felix. The German nodded and walked to Felix he examined him and backed up while saluting. The German apologized to the SS Rottenfuhrer for intruding. The German got back on his motorcycle and rode off down the street. The rumbling noise quickly died out. Wolfrick looked to Felix with a facial expression of what to do now.



Translations:
Who goes there?


did you kill these jews? What was your reasoning?

[∬: Felix Odegaard]

The HJ boy stood ramrod straight and threw a dignified Nazi salute out to the SS man. Felix grinned again and lowered his saluting hand. "No need for formalities, my young Scharfuhrer, this revolting place is hardly to be used as formal grounds. Come, walk with me." Felix said, patting the slightly nervous Wolfrick.

"I'm Rottenfuhrer Felix Odegaard, by the way, of the 2nd SS Panzer division. You can just call me Felix though." he said to Wolfrick as he dug around the back of the house, retrieving his rifle, and sheathing his Hitler-Jugend knife. "So, do you love Hitler, my little friend?" Felix said, distracted by popping out the spent shotgun shells and loading two fresh ones in.

The rain kept coming down, but a little rain never hurt anyone. Earlier that day, he had seen one of the houses smitten by lightening and caught on fire. The fire patrol, made up of fellow prisoners, tried in tragic vain to douse the fire, three of them died, the rest were executed for taking to long and letting the fire claim the whole block.

Suddenly, the flashing headlights of a motorcycle drifted across Wolfrick's and Felix's bodies. A MG42 was mounted on the sidecar, the MGer training it on the two. They asked where the Jewish bodies came from, and Wolfrick explained. "Yes, I think the boy, ahem, Scharfuhrer, explained it very well. Carry on Privates." They drove off. "Good handling, Scharfuhrer, you hardly looked frightened at all." Felix said, winking.

OOC: Sorry its short.

[Wolfrick Fehér]

"Danke Herr Odegaard" Wolfrick said. Wolfrick looked around at the houses. He watched as jews would look out their windows and some still out on the street. Wolfrick looked to one that was walking back toward his house. " Get in your house you filthy jew!" Wolfrick yelled to the jew. The jew looked to wolfrick with a dirty gesture on his face but than he saw felix and immediatly started to jog toward his house. Wolfrick held his left hand on the stock of his rifle ready to do what he must. Wolfrick hated the jews with a passion now since the prisoner executions.




Wolfrick looked toward one house were a little jew boy was looking out from the window. Wolfrick looked to him without an expression showing on his face. The jew boy just stared out toward Wolfrick almost as if he was saying do not follow the nazi regime and help us. Wolfrick looked away. He looked up toward Felix. "What is it like to be in the Waffen Schutzstaffel?" Wolfrick asked. He was intrigued by Felix's uniform and how he had a shotgun instead of a rifle or machine pistol like the others. Wolfrick examined Felix and his shotgun. Wolfrick did not do much speaking but a lot more listening. "Felix, do you have any stories of your experiences?" Wolfrick asked.



OOC: sorry for shortness

[∬: Felix Odegaard]

Wolfrick thanked Felix. "No problem, my friend. Those Privates shouldn't have been driving around here anyway. Probably just looking for an excuse to break curfew and find something to eat."

They came to a small crossroads, Jews, Slavs, and Poles walked around, chatting and huddling close to keep warm. One even smoked a cigarette. Probably got it as payment from bomb difusing job. One mangy-looking fellow was walking back to his house. Wolfrick yelled at him spontaniously. "Good boy..." Felix said. The man turned to the young HJ boy with an angry face. But as soon as his eyes turned to Felix his peepers went wide and he hurried off. "Filth." Felix muttered. As the two soldiers walked through the square, the Jews scattered to make way for the two men.

A few steps later Wolfrick looked up at Felix and asked him what it was like to be in the Waffen-SS. "It's tough, I can't lie, but its the best thing that has ever happened to me. We have to be in perfect shape constantly. The SS is the Fuhrer's top men. We are the elite. We do what the Wehrmacht can't. I have faith that you are Schutzstaffel material, Wolfrick." Felix said.

A few minutes later, Wolfrick asked if he had any stories. "Yes, son, I have quite a few. What do you want to hear about: Boot Camp or my first combat?"

[Wolfrick Fehér]

"I'd like to hear both if you do not mind?" Wolfrick asked. Wolfrick felt a drop of rain hit his cheek. Wolfrick stopped walking and looked straight up. A couple more drops of rain hit his face. "it is starting to rain, might want to clog the holes in your gun sir" Wolfrick suggested. Wolfrick looked to a dead polish man who was lying in the street. Wolfrick knelt down and ripped off three large pieces of cloth from his shirt. He stuffed one of the cloth's in the barrel of his k98 and put the other two in the barrels of Felix's shotgun."There you go sir" Wolfrick said. Wolfrick took out a rain cover for his helmet from his jacket pocket. He placed it on his helmet and continued walking.


"Your story is very good Herr Odegaard, I hope someday i serve the Reich bravely. What origin is your last name sir? is it Scandinavian?" Wolfrick said. Wolfrick liked to learn information about people and hear their tales of the battlefield. Wolfrick heard firing in the distance. Since the men were now in the country Wolfrick jumped into a ditch on the side of the road with his rifle ready. He started crawling toward the firing. "Herr Odegaard, shall we investigate what is going on?" Wolfrick asked. Wolfrick saw an Opel Blitz in the distance. Wolfrick quickly pointed to it and guessed the distance it was from the men. The Opel Blitz got close and Wolfrick got int he road and waved his arm in the air. The driver stopped the Opel Blitz and got out of the truck. Wolfrick noticed blood on the mans chest area of his uniform. "What happened Herr?" Wolfrick asked. The man explained that the Opel Blitz and a few foot patrols were ambushed by a lot of Czech resistance.



Wolfrick looked to the man and asked if he was hurt. The man stared to Wolfrick and than fell over dead. Wolfrick looked to Felix and than to the Opel Blitz. Wolfrick quickly ran and got into the passenger side. Wolfrick waited for Felix to get in the truck and to drive toward the ambush area. Wolfrick pulled the cloth from the barrel of his kar 98. he quickly loaded it and check the sights. He noticed his sights were off a bit. He quickly readjusted his sights. Wolfrick squinted into the distance and could barely see what seemed to be figures. Wolfrick knew it had to have been the soldiers battling the partisans. Wolfrick pointed toward the area. "There Herr Odegaard, the partisans are there!" Wolfrick exclaimed. Wolfrick just wanted to kill partisans and help the fellow soldiers.


When the men got closer to the fighting, the windshield shattered. Wolfrick knew it had been a bullet that did it. He quickly opened the door to the Opel Blitz and jumped out. He landed in the grass on the side of the dirt road. He aimed his rifle to what he thought looked like Partisans and fired off one shot after another. He let out a battle cry "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!". He had hoped he hit a partisan with a bullet but was too far to tell if it was him or a fellow soldier. Wolfrick quickly jumped up and ran toward Felix. "What do we do Herr Odegaard?" Wolfrick asked quickly.
Wolfrick was a bit nervous about it being his first combat experience but was happy at the same time. He wanted to kill for the Reich and ReichsVolk. Wolfrick aimed his rifle toward a barn that had about twelve partisans by that were still standing. Wolfrick could hardly see the men and the barn. He squinted and fired his kar 98 toward the barn area again.

[∬: Felix Odegaard]

Felix stared into the distance with blue eyes, thinking of bootcamp and that fatefull day that tainted his battle record and haunted his thoughts since. "Well, I was flown to bootcamp just south of Frankfurt. In my Bootcamp Regiment, there was 115 fresh, young SS recruits. Seven died. Three of them suicides. 23 didn't make it into the Schutzstaffel. We hardly slept. Ate only what we needed to survive. If we didn't do well enough, they beat us. We had to crawl under many yards of barbed wire, and I got caught in it one day. I still have the scars on my hands and back..." Felix said, slinging his shotgun over his shoulder and holding out his hands. Long scars criss-crossed over his palms and around his fingers, looking like a cobweb was draped along his pale hands.

"And about combat. Well, last winter, I was deployed in Northern France. Damn cold, you know that? Well, me and the twelve men I was with were radioed in to a little clearing in the middle of the forest where some Brits were reported. A Messerschmitt was thrown in above us and we marched there, and took cover in a small grove of pines and took some potshots at a few shapes moving on the other side of a river. Then, a whole mass of the bastards came up behind us and trapped us between the trees, the bullets flew...bodies were everywhere... Pardon Wolfrick, I got a bit distracted there..."

After the story-swapping, Wolfick got some cloth and plugged their barrels from the rain. "Thank you, I see they are teaching you more than ideology in the HJ, my little soldier." Felix said, winking. Then, Wolfrick asked where his last name was from. "Scandinavian indeed. I'm from Oslo, Norway."

As they walked the two exited the Ghetto, and Felix sighed contentedly. It was nice to get out of that slumhole. They walked down a country lane, rows of crops on the left and the right, along with pretty, rainsoaked fields and tiny cottages. Then, up in the distance, they saw an Opel Blitz truck parked awkwardly along the side of the road. "Ja, Wolfrick, let's see what happened here." Wolfrick threw open the door and asked a mortally wounded driver what had happened. "Damn Czechs, don't realize that we have liberated them from their wicked government. The driver slumped over, and Felix knew he was dead. Felix grabbed the corpse under the armpits and dragged him out of the truck and lay him down on the side of the road, stood over him, saluted, and screamed "Heil!". The man had not died in vain. "Come, Wolfrick, get in the truck." Felix said, hopping in the bloodstained drivers seat. He stepped on the gas and they drove off down the road.

When they drove past a barn, the windshield shattered. "DAMN!" Felix yelled and swerved into a cornfield. Wolfrick jumped out, screaming a warcry that startled even Felix. He grabbed his shotgun and hopped out, taking the cloth out of the barrels. Felix and Wolfrick took cover behind some bales of hay, and the Rottenfuhrer flicked the safe off his shotgun. A Wehrmacht patrol must have gone through there before them, because there was German bodies laying all over. Felix looked at one of the bloated carcasses, noticing a stick grenade thrust through the dead man's belt. The Rottenfuhrer grabbed the grenade and handed it to Wolfrick. "Wolfrick. I am trusting you to throw this grenade through the barn doors. I'm going to circle around and enter the barn through the side entrance. When I say go, enter the building through the place you threw the grenade. Then, do what you feel right. Go!" Felix yelled, and as soon as Wolfrick threw the grenade, he sprinted up to the left side, not one Partisan firing at him.

When Felix got to the side door, he noticed a window next to it. Time for a change of plans...Felix thought as he aimed his shotgun through the window at a group of partisans around a captured MG42. He squeezed off both shots, threw the shotgun to the ground, and drew his long bayonet. Kicking through the delapidated barn door, he lunged at the nearest confused partisan. For a split second, the SS man looked at the partisan's terrified face. He couldn't of been older than fifteen. But it didn't matter to Felix. He would kill him just like any other peice of filth. Felix slashed at his stomach and then brought the knife up and slashed again at his throat. The boy didn't have a chance. His intestines spilled across the barn door, and his throat was slit open. "WOlFRICK! NOW!" Felix said, ducking under cover.

[Wolfrick Fehér]

Wolfrick held his rifle tightly, his palms of his hands were sweaty. Wolfrick suddenly heard what seemed to be Felix yelling now, Wolfrick fixed the bayonet on his rifle and charged toward the barn. When he got to the window he put the bayonet into the window. In return he heard someone scream in pain. He pulled the bayonet out from the window and heard a noise of what seemed to be a body dropping. He ran to the doorway and fired off about three rounds before realizing that most of the partisans were either dead or injured. "Ach má bùh já am uhodit! Pomoci Pomoci Pomoci!" Screamed a czech partisan on the ground suffering from a chest injury. Wolfrick looked to him and aimed his k98k toward his head. "Guten Abend" Wolfrick said while pulling the trigger. The head exploded like an apple hitting hard pavement. The recoil from the rifle hurt Wolfrick's arm. "Shit shit my shoulder" Wolfrick said. Wolfrick held his shoulder with one hand and slung the rifle over his shoulder with the other.


"These bastards shall not live to see another sun rise" Wolfrick said. Wolfrick let go of his shoulder and unslinged his rifle. He started to adjust the sights on his kar 98. A couple others in the barn were begging for their lives in czech. "Shut your mouth dirty partisans, you are almost as bad as jews"Wolfrick said disrespectfully. Wolfrick poped a couple of the remaining surving Czech's. Suddenly a Czech in the upper part of the barn fired toward Wolfrick. Luckily, it only hit by his foot and he was not hit. Wolfrick dropped his rifle and pulled out his knife. He quickly got to the top of the barn and stabbed the Czech partisan several times and then through him to the ground infront of Felix. "Sorry about that Herr Odegaard" Wolfrick said with a respecting tone of voice. Wolfrick was happy to finish off a partisan. He climbed down to the ground of the barn and grabbed his rifle. He put it over his shoulder and walked out to were his fallen comrades lay. He started digging a whole using his shovel, there was only about four of the Germans dead. After finishing his four whole's he carfully put the German's bodies in the wholes and buried them. He took their rifles and stuck them barrel first into the grave and put their helmets on the stock. He than saluted each grave.



Wolfrick walked over to Felix. "What shall we do now sir" Wolfrick asked. Wolfrick was a bit down that his comrades lost their lives to the Czech's. He did not know his comrades that perished but it still bothered him. Wolfrick took his rifle off his shoulder and put his shovel back. He aimed his rifle around a bit and than returned it too his shoulder. He walked in the barn a searched the Czech's for anything he may want. Nothing they had except their guns and clothes. "Peasent bastards can't fight" Wolfrick thought. Wolfrick heard movement coming from behind a hay stack. He walked toward it curiosly with his knife out. Behind it on the dirt floor of the barn was a wide long trail of blood leading to a Czech partisan. The man was not yet dead but on his way out. Qolfrick grabbed his cap and held his head up. He slowly slit the Czech's throat and dropped him. Wolfrick wiped the blood off on the dead Czech's shirt. He returned his knife to it's holster. Wolfrick than walked out of the barn to Felix. He saluted Felix and looked out toward the woods.

[Daniel Brennan]

I'm a bit confused here. You asked for it to be Mod-marked, but... it's a neutral thread.

[Wolfrick Fehér]

i meant by what do you think we would get for our posts currently

[Daniel Brennan]

Mod Post

Ok, I'm going to close this now.

CP:

Wolfrick: 8CP

Felix: 7CP



~Dan