Slovakian! Not German!

[☠ Kyle Steinbeck]

OOC: Open to one or two people. No more than three people max in this thread! Thank you.


The SS-Obersturmführer approached the main desk, where a fine young Unteroffizier was seated, immediately hailing a salute to the officer approaching him. “Heil!” the young Unteroffizier blurted out, with the strife of his arm raised up across the desk to salute. “Heil…” SS-Obersturmführer replied less enthusiastically, not bothering to salute back, as he wriggled a hand into the inside of his tunic pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper to hand over to the man. “Ich bin hier für drei Gefangene, ihre Namen werde angegeben an der Unterseite” Kyle added gently, as he passed over the documentation signed by a higher head, giving him permission to withdraw these subjects from their holding cells for better uses.

“Herr Obersturmführer, aber es gibt ein Problem, forderst du zwei Schutz pro Gefangenen, wenn Sie sie eskortieren. Es ist Politik, Herr Obersturmführer und leider, haben wir Nr --”[/i], but Kyle intervened as he rudely turned sideways from facing the Unteroffizier to look back out of the entrance, calling out “Hartmann! Ivo!…” two SS-Schützes boldly walked in at the call, with another four soldiers following behind. Kyle grinned to himself and slowly faced the Unteroffizier again, pointing at the paper in his hands to say “Ich kenne die Politik, erhalte mir meine Themen. Jetzt!” said Kyle with a stiffened order, causing the male behind the desk to quickly murmur out “Herr”, before he pushed back upon his seat to waltz over towards a back room, conferring with a couple of people quietly, who in turn hastily began to undo a large lock on what looked like a cast-iron door; The clacking of their feet echoing down the corridor.

SS-Obersturmführer Steinbeck leant against the desk, idly pulling out a pair of black leather gloves from his breast pocket, slipping them on casually as he waited. He briefly looked to the six soldiers lingering in the background, quietly looking around and being patient. One of them even decided to take a seat at the waiting area, that made Kyle quietly laugh beneath his breath - they were an odd lot. Soon enough the Unteroffizier returned, with a few guards holding onto the three subjects as requested. They were bounded at the wrists with shackles and all three had empty brown potato sacks hung over their heads - it was quite comical to watch three prisoners waddle their way blindly along, oblivious to the world around them, by potato sacks hung over their heads and shoulders. “Was ist die Bedeutung von diesem?” Kyle questioned worriedly, trying to hold back his laughter, whilst a couple of his soldiers accompanying him couldn’t help but clear their throats, disguising their amusement.

“Die Säcke? Herr SS-Obersturmführer, hindert er die Gefangenen am In Verbindung stehen und…”[/I] but the man didn’t know how to finish his sentence, he wasn’t quite sure what they were for himself. Kyle shook his head and stepped over to one of the first candidates selected, yanking off the brown sack to sling on the floor. The prisoner was scruffy with olive skin, hardly German. “Karlos Petrov? Slowakischer Jude - Huh?” he questioned the man with a hard demeanour, grabbing at the man’s jaw with his gloved hand, turning his head to the left, before turning it to the right, examining him. “Hartmann, sammeln etwas Haar und Wimperproben von dieser, gefallen jetzt” he ordered softly, looking to Hartmann who approached the prisoner, dragging him aside to push down into a nearby chair, whilst he began to search for his gloves.

Kyle moved onto the next subject, with little please from the Unteroffizier who was wondering why he was carrying out his inspection and tests here!? Pulling an impatiently disgruntled look. Kyle ignored the man and whipped off the potato sack, looking upon a burly white male with ash blonde hair. “Deutsch? Ich bat um slowakische Gefangene!” Kyle yapped some, before grabbing at the young man’s jaw, twisting his head either-side, clearly seeing the boy was of Aryan descent, but most likely a Jew.

OOC: I know it’s not easy to enter this thread, but it’s something…



Translations:[/b]

Ich bin hier für drei Gefangene, ihre Namen werde angegeben an der Unterseite.
- I am here for three prisoners, their names are stated at the bottom.

Herr Obersturmführer, aber es gibt ein Problem, forderst du zwei Schutz pro Gefangenen, wenn Sie sie eskortieren. Es ist Politik, Herr Obersturmführer und leider, haben wir Nr. --
- Herr Obersturmführer, but there is one problem, you require two guards per prisoner when escorting them. It is policy, herr Obersturmführer and unfortunately, we have no --

Ich kenne die Politik, erhalte mir meine Themen. Jetzt!
- I know the policy, get me my subjects. Now!

Was ist die Bedeutung von diesem?
- What is the meaning of this?

Die Säcke? Herr SS-Obersturmführer, hindert er die Gefangenen am In Verbindung stehen und…
- The sacks? Herr SS-Obersturmführer, it prevents the prisoners from communicating and...

Hartmann, sammeln etwas Haar und Wimperproben von dieser, gefallen jetzt.
- Hartmann, collect some hair and eyelash samples from this one, now please.

Deutsch? Ich bat um slowakische Gefangene!
- German? I asked for Slovakian prisoners!

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

It was a nice day outside the grey cinderblock building that Doktor van de Vlakte stood before with two of his assistants. The sun shone down upon the ground in an almost glistening manner. The doctor smiled as he looked at the sun reflecting in the windows of the vehicles that stood outside. He was the happiest now he had been in almost six months since before he was informed of his siblings’ deaths. Recently, he had been transferred from his combat unit, Das Reich!, bringing some of his men with him for assistance. He was now a member of the Ahnenerbe-SS, the research division of the organisation. The man walked toward the building with the other two in tow, adjusting his brown leather gloves in the chilly autumn air. In his left hand was the black leather medical bag that he kept with him most of the time.

The bag had new instruments in it that the Dutch doctor hadn’t used since he was in university; it also held some secrets in it that had yet to see the light of day. After a two week training session in Berlin, the doctor had arrived to assist an Obersturmführer Steinbeck, the commander of a division within the ahnenerbe. He reached the heavy wooden doors to the Ahnenerbe holding station and pushed one of them open to enter. He walked in on a scene he had yet to see before. An obersturmführer was inspecting three prisoners and yelling about one of them being German and not a Slav.

Stepping forward, Doktor van de Vlakte made himself known. He saluted, “Heil!” and continued walking until he arrived to the desk near the prisoners and set his medical bag down. He turned to the obersturmführer to introduce himself; “Ich bin Hauptärtzlichführer van de Vlakte. Ich wurde hier gesendet, um ein Obersturmführer Steinbeck mit einigen Gefangenen zu unterstützen.„ The doctor stepped forward and with his gloved hand touched the face of the prisoner that the Obersturmführer was manhandling. “Ist er Deutsche?” he asked. The blonde hair and blue eyes was the tell-tale sign.

The doctor looked over to the other prisoners that stood to the side with potato bags over their heads. You would think that a nation such as Germany could afford better mechanisms of depriving senses. Perhaps there was research to be done in that medium, but the doctor looked to see a number of enlisted men to the side; six of them holding rifles according to prisoner procedure. It was an interesting scenario. He just had to find out what was needed of him and his men now.

Translations:
“Ich bin Hauptärtzlichführer van de Vlakte. Ich wurde hier gesendet, um ein Obersturmführer Steinbeck mit einigen Gefangenen zu unterstützen.„
~I am medical captain van de Vlakte. I was sent here to assist one Obersturmführer Steinbeck with some prisoners.

“Ist er Deutsche?”
~Is he German?

[☠ Kyle Steinbeck]

Standing stiffly, SS-Obersturmführer Steinbeck dropped his gloved hand from the young male’s face, who’s head flopped forwards weakly from the malnutrition they’d suffered. The young prisoner was from obvious Aryan descent, the only current signs upon the male’s features that foretold otherwise, was his crooked nose; The Jewish in particular hard sharp ridged noses. Catching a glimpse of the Unteroffizier nearby straighten up immediately towards a new presence in the room, SS-Obersturmführer Steinbeck slowly turned to look upon a suited man, who saluted. Stiffly, Kyle straightened up and raised his hand more casually to salute, he was sick of watching most Germans wear out the salute with such eagerness; Things like an eager salute should only be used for the fuhrer himself.

Watching the officer approach, he introduced himself and Kyle smiled gingerly for a brief second, hardly anticipating the officer’s presence so soon. He’d hardly finished, yet started, collecting the physical data from the subjects at hand - none the less, there was no better way than to break the ice, than share influencing advise and matters upon the subject at hand. “Amperestunde! Hauptärtzlichführer van de Vlakte, erwartete ich nicht deine Ankunft bis später. Ich bin Obersturmführer Steinbeck der SS-Ahnenerbe” he replied in a introductory manner, pulling at the fingers to his glove, to slip it off. As the fellow officer took interest in the subject he was inspecting, he briefly glanced to the prisoner and back to the officer before him.

“Ja ist er deutsch, aber Blick behandeln nah” Kyle said inquisitively, as he turned to the subject to pinch his fingers at the man’s chin with his gloved hand, using his un-gloved hand to hover over the nose, pointing at the apparent features that distinguish a deeper turmoil of genes in the specimen. “Du siehst den Nase Doktor? Sie ist, mit einer Kante über der Brücke der Nase gekrümmt. In die meisten meinen Übersichten, durchlöchert der durchschnittliche jüdische Mann dieses Hauptmerkmal einer gekrümmten Nase. Wenn das nicht genug ist, hier schauen…” Kyle said in continuation, taking a step sideways to give the fellow officer more room to inspect, whilst he turned the young man’s head sideways. “Die Braue ist etwas größer als der durchschnittliche Mann, dennoch ist der Rest seines Körpers in einem zierlichen Anteil. Ich würde nicht diese Verunstaltung ein Merkmal von jüdischem, aber möglicherweise von Slavic, Rusky sogar nennen! Sie haben starke Schädel” Kyle Steinbeck finished, letting go of the man’s chin to step back, taking a breath to break a brief smile at the officer.

“Jede Weise, dieses Thema ist eine Mischung der Rennen, würden weitere Tests durchgeführt werden müssen, um von ihr sicher zu wissen ist Erbe, aber, wie du sehen kannst, ist die blauen Augen, blondes Haar, Lattenbeendigung, das dominierende Gen das arische” he finished off softly, Hartmann catching his attention as the young soldier bagged up some physical evidence from the first subject sitting quietly in a chair, looking teary eyed from the plucking of eyelashes. There was one more subject though, the third prisoner. “Wurde du mögen den Ehredoktor? Zu dieses kontrollieren” Kyle gestured politely, holding his hand out to the third prisoner, still concealed by a potato sack…



Translations:[/b]

Amperestunde! Hauptärtzlichführer van de Vlakte, erwartete ich nicht deine Ankunft bis später. Ich bin Obersturmführer Steinbeck der SS-Ahnenerbe.
- Ah! Hauptärtzlichführer van de Vlakte, I was not expecting your arrival until later. I am Obersturmführer Steinbeck of the SS-Ahnenerbe.

Ja ist er deutsch, aber Blick behandeln nah.
- Yes, he is German, but look closely doctor.

Du siehst den Nase Doktor? Sie ist, mit einer Kante über der Brücke der Nase gekrümmt. In die meisten meinen Übersichten, durchlöchert der durchschnittliche jüdische Mann dieses Hauptmerkmal einer gekrümmten Nase. Wenn das nicht genug ist, hier schauen…
- You see the nose Doctor? It is crooked, with a ridge across the bridge of the nose. In most of my surveys, the average Jewish male holds this key feature of a crooked nose. If that is not enough, look here...

Die Braue ist etwas größer als der durchschnittliche Mann, dennoch ist der Rest seines Körpers in einem zierlichen Anteil. Ich würde nicht diese Verunstaltung ein Merkmal von jüdischem, aber möglicherweise von Slavic, Rusky sogar nennen! Sie haben starke Schädel.
- The brow is slightly larger than the average man, yet the rest of his body is in a petite proportion. I wouldn't call this disfigurement a trait of Jewish, but perhaps Slavic, Rusky even! They have thick skulls.

Jede Weise, dieses Thema ist eine Mischung der Rennen, würden weitere Tests durchgeführt werden müssen, um von ihr sicher zu wissen ist Erbe, aber, wie du sehen kannst, ist die blauen Augen, blondes Haar, Lattenbeendigung, das dominierende Gen das arische.
- Either way, this subject is a mix of races, further tests would have to be carried out to know for sure of it's heritage, but as you can see, the blue eyes, blond hair, pale completion, the dominant gene is the Aryan one.

Wurde du mögen den Ehredoktor? Zu dieses kontrollieren.
- Would you like the honor Doctor? To inspect this one.

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

As soon as Hauptärtzlichführer van de Vlakte had introduced himself, the Obersturmführer did so as well. He answered the question the doctor had asked with a clear ‘yes’ before continuing an examination that the doctor had surmised he had walked in on. He began speaking to the doctor, describing physical features of the mixed-race man that was before them. He quickly came to the conclusion that the doctor was silently coming to; that further testing was needed to find the man’s true racial make-up. Now acknowledging the other man standing by with the potato sack over his head, Obersturmführer Steinbeck invited Dieedrik to undertake the examination.

Smiling now at the acceptance, he stepped past the Obersturmführer and looked at the man in the bag. “ Schütze Friedhold, entfernen den Sack und holen den Gefangenen hier.„ The aide walked forward and pulled the prisoner to the doctor before removing the sack. The thing that stood before him had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. His nose was hooked and his skin was bleach-white from the lack of sunlight for a long period of time. The doctor extended his gloved hand and turned its head to look at his muscle structure in the neck. Turning the head forward again, he examined the nose and the eyebrows before he returned to the neck. “Sie werde finden, Obersturmführer, daß neue Forschung gezeigt hat, daß Juden und Slawen unterschiedliche Muskelstruktur als Ariere haben. Sie ist im Ansatz am wahrnehmbarsten. Ariere haben genügend Haut, zum des Ansatzes bequem zu bedecken, während wenige Rennen festere Haut haben, die dir erlaubt, die Muskelverfassung leicht zu sehen.„

The doctor continued; it was definitely not Jewish, but certainly Slavic in origin. It too, would need further testing. He then turned its head again and looked at its ear. It had a peculiar shape and its earlobe was detached with a large lobe, indicative of Slavic ethnicity. “Ich glaube, daß dieses mehr Prüfung, Obersturmführer benötigt. Es scheint, vom Slavic Ursprung zu sein, aber es würde mehr Prüfung erfordern, seinen genauen Ursprung aufzudecken.„ He stepped back and waited for the Obersturmführer to make some decision as to future testing. Being a medical officer he had significantly less power than the Obersturmführer that stood near him.

Translations:
“Schütze Friedhold, entfernen den Sack und holen den Gefangenen hier.„
~Schütze Friedhold, remove the sack and bring the prisoner here.

“Sie werde finden, Obersturmführer, daß neue Forschung gezeigt hat, daß Juden und Slawen unterschiedliche Muskelstruktur als Ariere haben. Sie ist im Ansatz am wahrnehmbarsten. Ariere haben genügend Haut, zum des Ansatzes bequem zu bedecken, während wenige Rennen festere Haut haben, die dir erlaubt, die Muskelverfassung leicht zu sehen.„
~You will find, Obersturmführer, that recent research has shown that Jews and Slavs have different muscle structure than Aryans. It is most noticeable in the neck. Aryans have enough skin to cover the neck comfortably, whereas lesser races have tighter skin that allows you to easily see the muscle make-up.

“Ich glaube, daß dieses mehr Prüfung, Obersturmführer benötigt. Es scheint, vom Slavic Ursprung zu sein, aber es würde mehr Prüfung erfordern, seinen genauen Ursprung aufzudecken.„
~I believe this one will need more testing, Obersturmführer. It appears to be of Slavic origin, but it would require more examination to reveal its exact origin.

[Daniel Brennan]

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CP:
Docter Vlakte: 4CP

Lieutenant Steinbeck:


~Dan