Thunder (Kyle)

[Hfw. Fritjof Kjeldsen]

Location: Eastern Poland
Time: 15.45 on a day during the Spring of 1942
Weather: Sunny with gusts of wind and occasional cloud-cover. Perfect weather for flying. Never heard such a thing in Poland.

The buzzing of the single engine sounded natural to Hauptfeldwebel Kjeldsen as he looked down to see the airfield below. He slowly pushed forward with the grip and let the throttle go as he dropped the landing gear. Taking a deep, steady breath, he pulled back on the lever as he got closer to the ground, now going a small decline in order to land softly on the tarmac. He took a final breath and with his slightly moist hands, pushed forward on the joystick and gently landing the plane with an expertise that most of the control tower men were impressed with.

To be honest, Fritjof was a bit of a hotshot and he knew it. It was, in fact, the way all pilots were, given they could take off and land a plane, regardless of their fighting skill. Finally coming to a stop at the end of the lane, Fritjof unlocked and opened the glass cover to the cockpit and stood up, taking off his cap to blind with his blond hair. He drew his hand through his hair and yelled down to the taxi who began driving the plane into one of the hangars.

Jumping out of the plane and onto the hard concrete, Fritjof smiled. He had gotten pictures of the Russian lines to the east and successfully gotten back without so much as a warning shot. Other pilots had been hit while on reconnaissance, but Fritjof was one of many in enjoying a safe flight. From the hangar, he walked out to the field again and headed to the HQ. The building was square and the large control tower stood from it's north end.

He opened the hard wooden door and looked in on the meeting that was taking place. Hauptmann Gleil was speaking to some of the other other officers about attacking the Russian lines with dive bombers in support of the Heer. Hauptfeldwebel Kjeldsen came closer with the film he had removed from the plane's camera and saluted. "Eur Film, Herr Hauptmann." He said, handing the film to the man.

[☠ Kyle Steinbeck]

Brewing above the airstrip, a JU-52 Transport plane throttled through the mildly calm wind, the weather quite appeasing for once, the sheer number in flights being made merely displayed the good weather they had at hand. Thankfully, the Luftwaffe was making conscious moves in heeding the good day for what it was worth; Kyle Steinbeck had seen at least three German aircrafts pass through their air-space within a short period of time he’d taken notice to gazing out of the window from inside the JU-52 transport carrier.

Folding up the newspaper upon his lap, Obersturmführer Steinbeck fastened his seatbelt as the co-pilot up front called back for the passengers to be seated safely, the vibration beneath the souls of their feet indicating that the landing gear was being exposed to the elements, preparing to embark the runway. “Das Aufregen, ist nicht es!?”[/I] a fellow passenger remarked to Kyle with the nudge of his rigid elbow, but ignorance soon displayed on behalf of the SS Officer as he quite easily ignored the gentleman with no intent on talking to an officer of the ranks in a fowl manner - his eyes diverting out of the window quietly, watching as the runway beneath their bodies grew bigger from the climatic drop in their altitude for a landing.

The aircraft bounced twice, before a suitable stabilizing over the aircraft was achieved, with the transport aircraft veering down the runway at a moderate speed. The pilots up front muttered and spoke to one another, as if debating a suitable parking space, until the radio emitted a flare of life and the aircraft soon found it’s tin-body being pulled into an outside bay. Whilst the pilots conducted a steady parking manoeuvre, one of the men raised from the ranks of seating to approach the front, dressed to the nines, completely taking Kyle off guard as he was in actual fact a member of the flight team, rather than a gentleman of some superiority to be travelling to Poland.

The male opened the door quite swiftly, unfolding a ladder from within to hang from outside of the hatch. By now, everyone was relaxed and unseating themselves to approach the open hatch in turn. Unbuckling his seatbelt, Kyle stood slowly and followed the line of men from out of the large aircraft that was used to haul them over to Polish grounds; Climbing down the step-ladder and facing a young man who directed his hand out towards the airbase’s main doors, he soon found himself lingering with a multitude of people - most which looked far from being military orientated or the likes.

Walking into the building, Kyle fastened his gloves at the wrists and casually looked around. The eerie sensation of stares being flaunted his way immediately made him paranoid. Wearing the colours of the SS was never a particularly rejoiced cheer by most, but it was a job and a job it was, in the name of the Aryan race. Continuing to walk along, he soon found someone who could provide him with some help; “Amperestunde, entschuldigen mich. Ich bin Obersturmführer Steinbeck, ich suche nach einem Hauptfeldwebel Kjeldsen. Konnten Sie mich ihm nehmen zu gefallen?” he requested of the young man, who stammered in his place for a moment, not knowing what to do; Saluting once he’d made his mind up, he nodded and coiled his hand for the SS Officer to follow.

Moving down a corridor and soon into another corridor, they were approaching the pilot’s mess, before the young man stopped suddenly to spurt out “OH-! Der ist er recht dort, kommen auf diese Weise” the duo’ approached the double doors the Pilot had wandered into and after a firm few taps, the young man opened the door to step in and salute. “Heil! Ich habe ein Obersturmführer Steinbeck, möchte mit Hauptfeldwebel Kjeldsen sprechen”[/I] the young man reported, as Kyle quite comfortably slipped in beside the male, saluting in a casual manner to stand there, dressed quite neatly within his SS tunic and overlapping leather coat.


Translations:[/b]

Das Aufregen, ist nicht es!?
- Exciting, isn’t it!?

Amperestunde, entschuldigen mich. Ich bin Obersturmführer Steinbeck, ich suche nach einem Hauptfeldwebel Kjeldsen. Konnten Sie mich ihm nehmen zu gefallen?
- Ah, excuse me. I am Obersturmführer Steinbeck, I am looking for a Hauptfeldwebel Kjeldsen. Could you take me to him please?

OH-! Der ist er recht dort, kommen auf diese Weise.
- Oh! That's him right there, come this way.

Heil! Ich habe ein Obersturmführer Steinbeck, möchte mit Hauptfeldwebel Kjeldsen sprechen.
- Heil! I have a Obersturmführer Steinbeck, wishing to speak with Hauptfeldwebel Kjeldsen.

[Hfw. Fritjof Kjeldsen]

Just as Hauptfeldwebel Kjeldsen handed the film to the Hauptmann, the doors behind him burst open with the soundings of an enlisted man, saluting and announcing that the visitor was there to meet him. For whatever reason, Fritjof knew not. Grinning slightly as he turned to see the airman with an SS officer dressed in the usual black dress uniform.

Fritjof was wearing his dress uniform as he knew he would be reporting to an officer after his flight. He was wearing pre-war material with much pocket room and decoration, nothing like that of the more recent recruits. He was wearing the early flight cap that stood to the side of his head slightly at a tilt, an overseas cap to the rest of the Wehrmacht. His boots clicked as he stepped forward slightly toward the SS officer.

His grin disappeared as he spoke, "Sie sind gekommen, mit mir Herrn Obersturmführer zu sprechen? Warum aus was Grund würden die SS mich benötigen?" He stood inquisitively, habitually rubbing the wool cuff of his jacket against the inside of his wrist as he stood at near attention after saluting the man. the air was thick as the Hauptmann and the Leutnanten were looking in the direction of the Haupfeldwebel. He had certainly not committed a crime, the MPs would have dealt with that. The SS was there for a reason other than that.

Fritjof stepped forward a bit before speaking again. "Möglicherweise möchtest du draußen sprechen, Herr Obersturmführer?" He was trying to be respectful, while still preserving his own privacy, he did not want to speak to the man in front of the officers he had to serve with everyday. He took a deep breath and looked the man over. He was not frail, but not muscular either. He was not a member of the Waffen-SS, they always were a little bulky. The man must have been a member of the political wing. Hauptfeldwebel Kjelder waited as he looked on to the SS officer.

Translations:
"Sie sind gekommen, mit mir Herrn Obersturmführer zu sprechen? Warum aus was Grund würden die SS mich benötigen?"
~You have come to speak with me Herr Obersturmführer? Why for whatever reason would the SS need me?

"Möglicherweise möchtest du draußen sprechen, Herr Obersturmführer?"
~Perhaps you wish to speak outside, Herr Obersturmführer?

[☠ Kyle Steinbeck]

Obersturmführer Steinbeck’s eyes narrowed into thin slits, as he acknowledged the throttling looks he was receiving from the personal within the room; Did he really stand out like a sore thumb? Clearing his throat, his gloved hands folded unto’ the crevice of his waist, resting against the bulky belt buckle protruding from beneath his leather coat and uniform. Laying his eyes upon the man who seemed to be the one he was assigned to find, he merely lisped a full bodied look over the man approaching him with a firm posture, making mental notes upon the man’s physic, eye colour and tarnish of hair he was endowed with. It was mere habit to inspect every human specimen he came across now, unfortunately.

Listening as the male questioned him and saluted, Kyle simply grinned amusingly to himself and nodded softly twice. Displaying a gesture that he did indeed wish to speak with him, but he couldn’t reveal any details as the male once again spoke, leaning in more privately to suggest a better means of surroundings. “Erlauben Sie uns bitte auf alle Fälle, passender draußen zu sprechen” Obersturmführer Steinbeck said quite politely, showing that wearing the SS-Uniform didn’t distinguish them for being completely soulless and ignorant; It wasn’t cruel to be kind.

Looking over the Hauptfeldwebel’s shoulder towards the man’s superiors, he dipped his officer’s hat at them with a pinch at the visor, before turning to face the airmen standing by the door still, simply walking out quite casually. Just by those simple actions alone, Kyle was quite the gentleman, the lack of a regimental theme alluding his exterior most notable if anything. Making a few steps away from the door, he soon waited for the pilot to catch up, before he attempted to walk anymore - it was crucial he kept his ‘Assignment’ at arm’s length and well in sight.

Once the Hauptfeldwebel had followed, Kyle took his initiative to slacken the mood and calm the male’s nerves of any preposterous thoughts that could be running through his mind. “Verzeihen Sie mir, um sich auf Ihnen wie das heute Hauptfeldwebel Kjeldsen einzudrängen, aber unser Protokoll ist von ganz oben der Geheimhaltung zum Reich. Ich bin sicher, dass Sie verstehen würden” he once again politely spoke, far from being a menacing SS figurine, but Kyle always embellished one true art to war - Fooling your enemy. It was ironic that such a kind man could be behind the slaughtering of so many innocents in the name of science and the Aryan race, but it was true and fooling those around you with qualities such as being nice, worked a treat.

“ e, ich bin Kyle Steinbeck des SS-Ahnenerbe. Ich weiß bereits, wer Sie, Fritjof Oeliver Kjeldsen, dänischer Abstieg sind, den ich höre? Mit der Qualität für das Sprechen mehrere Sprachen. Hoffen Sie, dass ich Ihr Namenrecht, Fritjof aussprach?” Kyle said in a mannered tone, but grievously grinned afterwards, once again displaying a deadly quality of his, knowledge. Staring at the man, Kyle’s pearly blue eyes trailed over the man’s facial features, as if he was inspecting him again subconsciously. “Mit den gesprochenen Scherzen weil können wir privater sprechen als zwischen diesen Dünn-Wänden? Ein Büro, Ihre Viertel vielleicht? Wenn keiner verfügbar ist, haben Sie Angst nicht, ein zu beschlagnahmen, ich übernehme volle Verantwortung dafür” he spoke once again in a polite tone, grinning wryly to himself.


Translations:[/b]

Erlauben Sie uns bitte auf alle Fälle, passender draußen zu sprechen.
- Please, by all means, allow us to talk more appropriately outside.

Verzeihen Sie mir, um sich auf Ihnen wie das heute Hauptfeldwebel Kjeldsen einzudrängen, aber unser Protokoll ist von ganz oben der Geheimhaltung zum Reich. Ich bin sicher, dass Sie verstehen würden.
- Forgive me for intruding on you like this today Hauptfeldwebel Kjeldsen, but our protocol is of up-most secrecy to the Reich. I am sure you would understand.

e, ich bin Kyle Steinbeck des SS-Ahnenerbe. Ich weiß bereits, wer Sie, Fritjof Oeliver Kjeldsen, dänischer Abstieg sind, den ich höre? Mit der Qualität für das Sprechen mehrere Sprachen. Hoffen Sie, dass ich Ihr Namenrecht, Fritjof aussprach?
- Kyle, I am Kyle Steinbeck of the SS-Ahnenerbe. I already know who you are, Fritjof Oeliver Kjeldsen, Danish descent I hear? With the quality for speaking several languages. Hope I pronounced your name right, Fritjof?

Mit den gesprochenen Scherzen weil können wir privater sprechen als zwischen diesen Dünn-Wänden? Ein Büro, Ihre Viertel vielleicht? Wenn keiner verfügbar ist, haben Sie Angst nicht, ein zu beschlagnahmen, ich übernehme volle Verantwortung dafür.
- With the Pleasantries spoken for, may we speak more privately than between this thin walls? An office, your quarters perhaps? If neither is available, don't be afraid to commandeer one, I will take full responsibility for it.

[Hfw. Fritjof Kjeldsen]

Hauptfeldwebel Kjeldsen followed the SS officer out of the room, escaping the watchful gaze of the officers of the wing who were recording enemy positions on the map before them on the table. Outside the building, the sound of planes taking off and landing was near constant. It was loud, but the sun shined and a small breeze blew; it was the perfect day. Or was it? Indeed, a visit from the SS could make it worse, given the wrong circumstances.

Standing outside the building, the SS officer lost no time making an introduction and launching into a spiel. He immediately described that the incident was of the utmost importance and secrecy. Fritjof answered with a simple, "Ja." before the man continued. He spoke of Fritjof's full name, nationality and penchant for language. The man was certainly trying to assert himself as he stood, grinning for some reason. Fritjof was not impressed. Any person whom had looked in his feldbuch would know his name and nationality. Speaking Danish, German, Norwegian, Swedish, and English was normal for Danish citizens. They were surrounded by so many countries, it was impossible to get around simply with Danish.

As for the man's attitude; Fritjof had flown missions in Russia, Poland, Norway, Holland, Belgium, France, and Africa during his time in the Luftwaffe. He was indeed a veteran of the air, accounting for his rank. He had been shot down twice and had nearly crashed a dozen times. The man standing before him was not intimidating in any way to the fighter pilot.

Soon, the man suggested they leave to a more secure location in order to discuss the business. Fritjof nodded, "Herr Obersturmführer, weiß ich gerade vom Platz. Die Küche der Verwirrunghalle sollte tadellos arbeiten. Sie hat starke Wände und eine geschlossene Tür. Die Köche sollten mit dem Mittagessen jetzt getan werden außerdem." He turned and walked over to the adjacent building, not wasting time.

He opened the door and looked on to the many pilots and ground crew that were taking in lunch. Near the entrance was the door to the kitchen, which Fritjof pushed open. Two cooks and three support men were in the kitchen over the stoves and in the sink, washing dishes. He looked to all of them. "Männer, räumen die Küche. Die SS benötigt sie zu den Betriebszwecken. Gehen, jetzt! Ich habe nicht irgendwelche von dir innen hörend zum Geschäft, das nicht Ihre ist." The men dropped what they were doing and left the room through the back door and started lighting up cigarettes.

Fritjof walked over to the back door and shut it, locking it so as to prevent anyone from coming in. The door was already thick enough to prevent sound from penetrating. He went behind the S officer after he entered and shut the door, locking it. The room was empty and sound-proof. The moment that made the man apprehensive had come, perhaps.

Translations:
"Herr Obersturmführer, weiß ich gerade vom Platz. Die Küche der Verwirrunghalle sollte tadellos arbeiten. Sie hat starke Wände und eine geschlossene Tür. Die Köche sollten mit dem Mittagessen jetzt getan werden außerdem."
~Herr Obersturmführer, I know of just the place. The kitchen of the mess hall should work perfectly. It has thick walls and a closed door. The cooks should be done with lunch by now as well.

"Männer, räumen die Küche. Die SS benötigt sie zu den Betriebszwecken. Gehen, jetzt! Ich habe nicht irgendwelche von dir innen hörend zum Geschäft, das nicht Ihre ist."
~Men, vacate the kitchen. The SS needs it for operational purposes. Go, now! I shan't have any of you listening in to business that is not yours.

[☠ Kyle Steinbeck]

Idly playing with the fingertips of his leather gloves, Obersturmführer Steinbeck awaited a confirmation from the Pilot for a better place of privacy he may have had in mind. The entire establishment of the place was unknown unto himself and conducting secret matters didn’t quite help that noble factor; It wasn’t as if Kyle had an automobile awaiting him outside even, where they could reside for a piece of privacy within the back seat, whilst they drove along some crooked and quiet lanes, their surroundings forever changing with the brisk noise of life outside. No, unfortunately, that was not an option he’d preferred to have had.

Thankfully on the other hand, the male before him lit up and appointed for himself to follow towards the kitchen mess-hall. A slight unorthodox suggestion, but Obersturmführer Steinbeck perked an eyebrow and nodded, seeing no real faults with why they couldn’t comprehend the workspace for a talk.

Following the male towards the kitchen, Kyle made himself busy upon their brief journey to pull out a small pocket-sized booklet. At first glance it may have been considered a diary, but as Kyle opened it, the pages were not lined for writing and neither did they inscribe any dates or headings upon the pages, that would have regarded it for being a perfect little booklet for keeping the days planned. Instead, the blank pages were filled with scribbled notes and various other parchments of snippets from newspapers and the likes. Making himself busy in reading over a few notes upon their quiet journey, Kyle soon lifted his head the moment they approached the Kitchen’s door.

Quietly entering behind the Pilot, he stood in silence as the man made business of making the kitchen secure enough for them to discuss matters of top secrecy. Once again, Kyle took the moment to read over something else within his small notebook, as the kitchen staff left the premises and the doors were soon locked. “Danke” he said politely once again, thanking the Pilot for finding a suitable place of business for them to discuss matters; Closing his little black notebook, he slipped it back into his chest pocket upon the leather coat loosely hanging from his shoulders and softly walked away from the door behind himself - where they’d just entered.

Slowly walking around a work-table within the middle of the room, he pushed aside a few of the utensils left un-hindered upon the work surface and cleared a small space. “Kommen Sie bitte Standplatz hier” Kyle gestured with his hand pointing towards the opposite side of the table, whilst he began to undo a few top buttons upon his tunic from beneath his open leather coat, sliding a hand inside shortly afterwards, puling out some folded up pieces of paper kept securely within his inside pocket. “Ich bin durch den SS-Ahnenerbe in Rücksichten auf eine heimliche Operation gesandt worden, die zurzeit hier in Polen erlebt. Im Norden von Polen, um genau zu sein” he quite calmly stated, as he unfolded the pieces of paper to place upon the table.

Between the pieces of paper was a photograph, a single aerial snap-shot of what seemed to either be Russian or Polish terrain from the snow and rugged environment - artillery shells and significant signs of conflict. The other parchments of paper were documents, writing. "Diese Fotographie wurde von einem russischen Spion wiedererlangt, wir nehmen durch das Terrain an, dass dieser Schnellschuss entweder von einem russischen oder von Östlichen Verbündeten Aufklärungsflugzeug genommen wurde, das über das Nördliche Polen reist. Würden Sie im Stande sein, das für mich, Hauptfeldwebel zu klären?" he questioned for the man’s expertise firmly, asking whether the terrain looked familiar to any Polish environments he’d witnessed, picking the photograph up to hand over to him.

Whilst the Pilot took a good look at the photograph, Kyle continued; “Die SS planen beim Bewegen von mehr als zehntausend Bürgern in Leningrad, das nördliche Polen und die Krim. Der ganze arische Abstieg natürlich, in Hoffnung, unsere höhere Rasse auszubreiten. Diese kleinen Kolonien werden auch den SS mit Quoten des Essens und Materials monatlich zur Kriegsanstrengung versorgen” he explained, before explaining their own little mission. “Jetzt, in der Fotographie, bemerkten Sie das kleine Dorf zum Westen? Wir sind davon unsicher es ist genaue Position, aber wissen, dass es im Nördlichen Polen irgendwo ist. Sie wurden von einem Dutzend Veteranpiloten ausgewählt, die Missionen sowohl in als auch aus Polen ausgeführt haben. Ich hoffe, dass Sie im Stande sein würden, irgendetwas der großen Bedeutung zum Terrain zu erkennen, das mir und einer Mannschaft meiner Männer ermöglichen würde, dorthin - sofort getragen zu werden” he lastly stated, revealing the man’s mission, in a hope he would be able to help; Of course there was underlying factors that weren’t revealed, but Kyle felt he had disclosed enough information.


Translations:[/b]

Kommen Sie bitte Standplatz hier.
- Please, come stand here.

Ich bin durch den SS-Ahnenerbe in Rücksichten auf eine heimliche Operation gesandt worden, die zurzeit hier in Polen erlebt. Im Norden von Polen, um genau zu sein.
- I have been sent by the SS-Ahnenerbe in regards to a secret operation currently undergoing here in Poland. North of Poland to be precise.

Diese Fotographie wurde von einem russischen Spion wiedererlangt, wir nehmen durch das Terrain an, dass dieser Schnellschuss entweder von einem russischen oder von Östlichen Verbündeten Aufklärungsflugzeug genommen wurde, das über das Nördliche Polen reist. Würden Sie im Stande sein, das für mich, Hauptfeldwebel zu klären?
- This photograph was recovered from a Russian Spy, we assume by the terrain that this snapshot was taken from either a Russian or Eastern Allied reconnaissance aircraft travelling across Northern Poland. Would you be able to clarify that for me, Hauptfeldwebel?

Die SS planen beim Bewegen von mehr als zehntausend Bürgern in Leningrad, das nördliche Polen und die Krim. Der ganze arische Abstieg natürlich, in Hoffnung, unsere höhere Rasse auszubreiten. Diese kleinen Kolonien werden auch den SS mit Quoten des Essens und Materials monatlich zur Kriegsanstrengung versorgen.
- The SS are planning on moving over ten-thousand citizens into Leningrad, northern Poland and the Crimea. All of Aryan descent of course, in hope to expand our superior race. These small colonies will also be providing the SS with quotas of food and material monthly towards the war-effort.

Jetzt, in der Fotographie, bemerkten Sie das kleine Dorf zum Westen? Wir sind davon unsicher es ist genaue Position, aber wissen, dass es im Nördlichen Polen irgendwo ist. Sie wurden von einem Dutzend Veteranpiloten ausgewählt, die Missionen sowohl in als auch aus Polen ausgeführt haben. Ich hoffe, dass Sie im Stande sein würden, irgendetwas der großen Bedeutung zum Terrain zu erkennen, das mir und einer Mannschaft meiner Männer ermöglichen würde, dorthin - sofort getragen zu werden.
- Now, in the photograph, did you notice the small village to the West? We are unsure of it's precise location, but know it is in Northern Poland somewhere. You were selected from a dozen veteran pilots who have carried out missions both in and out of Poland. I am hoping you would be able to recognise anything of great significance to the terrain that would enable me and a team of my men to be carried there - immediately.

[Hfw. Fritjof Kjeldsen]

Hauptfeldwebel Kjeldsen followed the SS officer to the table and stood above it looking down at the surface as Steinbeck dropped a single photograph on the table. He spoke to Fritjof of the matter. The Ahnenerbe-SS was looking for a relocation location. He grinned as he picked up the photograph to get a better look at it. The man asked if it was a Russian photograph.

"Ich würde, Herr Obersturmführer sagen, daß diese Fotographie in der Tat russisch ist. Sie verwenden einen minderwertigeren chemischen Prozeß, als wir für Entwicklung tun und wir vor kurzem zur Anwendung der Farbe Fotographien genommen haben, während wir das Versorgungsmaterial haben. Es läßt einen besseren Blick zu. Ich kann dir erklären, daß endgültig, daß sie nicht deutsch ist, aber die Fotographie irgendwelchen der östlichen Nationen gehören könnte. Ich weiß, daß die polnische Luftwaffe von Litauen noch betrieblich ist; sie ist vermutlich eine von ihrem," he said. To be a good reconnaissance pilot, one had to know their photography. He looked closer and began examining the area, remembering some of his earlier missions form 1939.

He looked to Obersturmführer Steinbeck, he was looking straght back to him. He looked at the photograph once more and started speaking. "Ich glaube, daß diese Fotographie der Frühling eingelassen wurde, während sie während des Schnees genommen wurde. Sie schaut, um baltischer Schnee zu sein, ihn ist zu bedeuten nahe der Nordküste und vermutlich auf der westlichen Seite, wie die deutsche Gegend ist. Jetzt hat das Luftwaffe Luftüberlegenheit über dem Bereich gesichert, aber die Fotographie schaut, um von Grasino zu sein. Es ist ein kleines bewirtschaftendorf in Nordwestpolen, nahe Preußen. Es ist für 10, 000 Siedleren zu klein, aber ich nehme an, daß dieses nur eine Position von vielen für die Bewegung ist. Das Dorf hält vermutlich ungefähr 300 höchstens. Die meisten, wenn nicht alle Siedleren auf den Bauernhöfen sein würden, welche die Dorfmitte umgeben."

He looked at the photograph again and pulled a map from his pocket chest pocket. He was the senior NCO, which meant he had to be prepared to pull out a map whenever on of the officers had forgotten one. He opened the map of Poland, east Germany, and the Baltic states and looked to the North west quadrant of Poland. He located the province and pointed out Grasino. It was''t really north-west, but it was in northern central Poland in the province of Slupski.

He looked at the map and calculated the distance. He looked to the officer before him and spoke ever so clearly. "Herr Obersturmführer, weiß ich von einem Ju-290, das in den Osthangar wartet, wenn du in Königsberg stoppen möchtest, um fünfzig Männer und Land in einem der Felder außerhalb des Dorfs aufzuheben. Es gibt ein Telephon in den Hauptsitzen. Selbstverständlich ist es deine Entscheidung, Herr Obersturmführer. Ich würde nicht auferlegen wollen." He stood, waiting for a reply from the would-be intimidating man.

Translations:
"Ich würde, Herr Obersturmführer sagen, daß diese Fotographie in der Tat russisch ist. Sie verwenden einen minderwertigeren chemischen Prozeß, als wir für Entwicklung tun und wir vor kurzem zur Anwendung der Farbe Fotographien genommen haben, während wir das Versorgungsmaterial haben. Es läßt einen besseren Blick zu. Ich kann dir erklären, daß endgültig, daß sie nicht deutsch ist, aber die Fotographie irgendwelchen der östlichen Nationen gehören könnte. Ich weiß, daß die polnische Luftwaffe von Litauen noch betrieblich ist; sie ist vermutlich eine von ihrem,"
~I would say, Herr Obersturmführer, that this photograph is indeed Russian. They use a lower quality chemical process than we do for development and we have recently taken to using colour photographs while we have the supply. It allows for a better look. I can tell you definitively that it is not German, but the photograph could belong to any of the eastern nations. I know the Polish air force is still operational from Lithuania; it is probably one of theirs.

"Ich glaube, daß diese Fotographie der Frühling eingelassen wurde, während sie während des Schnees genommen wurde. Sie schaut, um baltischer Schnee zu sein, ihn ist zu bedeuten nahe der Nordküste und vermutlich auf der westlichen Seite, wie die deutsche Gegend ist. Jetzt hat das Luftwaffe Luftüberlegenheit über dem Bereich gesichert, aber die Fotographie schaut, um von Grasino zu sein. Es ist ein kleines bewirtschaftendorf in Nordwestpolen, nahe Preußen. Es ist für 10, 000 Siedleren zu klein, aber ich nehme an, daß dieses nur eine Position von vielen für die Bewegung ist. Das Dorf hält vermutlich ungefähr 300 höchstens. Die meisten, wenn nicht alle Siedleren auf den Bauernhöfen sein würden, welche die Dorfmitte umgeben."
~I believe this photograph was taken in the spring as it was taken during the snow. It looks to be Baltic snow, meaning it is near the northern coast and probably on the western side as that is German territory. Now, the Luftwaffe has secured air superiority over the area, but the photograph looks to be of Grasino. It is a small farming village in north-west Poland, near Prussia. It is too small for 10, 000 settlers, but I assume this is only one location of many for the move. The village probably holds about 300 at most. Most if not all of the settlers would be on farms surrounding the village centre.

"Herr Obersturmführer, weiß ich von einem Ju-290, das in den Osthangar wartet, wenn du in Königsberg stoppen möchtest, um fünfzig Männer und Land in einem der Felder außerhalb des Dorfs aufzuheben. Es gibt ein Telephon in den Hauptsitzen. Selbstverständlich ist es deine Entscheidung, Herr Obersturmführer. Ich würde nicht auferlegen wollen."
~Herr Obersturmführer, I know of a Ju-290 that is waiting in the east hangar should you want to stop in Königsberg to pick up fifty men and land in one of the fields outside the village. There is a telephone in the headquarters. Of course, it is your decision, Herr Obersturmführer. I would not want to impose.

[☠ Kyle Steinbeck]

OOC: Sorry if this post isn’t up to scratch, got a headache, but I feel compelled to type!


The Hauptfeldwebel stood before him, gave a vivid detail upon the reconnaissance photo confiscated from a Russian Spy a mere two weeks ago. Not even their experts could tell the film’s development or paper quality; So it was ironic that such a man before him could explain so much upon the photo’s quality and density. Slipping out the small black notebook again, Obersturmführer Steinbeck flicked to a blank page somewhere in the middle and shook out a small shaving of pencil tucked up inside the notebook’s spine.

Writing down some notes for a later referral too, Obersturmführer Steinbeck quietly looked between the Pilot and his notebook, as if he were recording any important words said for a later use during his own report to high command. After a page worth of hand-written scribble, he snapped the notebook closed and cradled it against his chest, whilst placing the small dog end of a pencil upon his lips to hold - wriggling one of his hands free from the confines of his leather glove, he dropped it amongst the pieces of paper laid before them on the work surface and soon continued writing in sync to whatever the Pilot had to say. It was important he recorded whatever information he could gather, the Luftwaffe had a lot to offer intelligence wise, but the damned pilots never lasted any longer than a month sometimes, before a new recruit was replenishing it’s space; so the man’s words of wisdom were quite favourable.

Once the Pilot inquisitively hinted and described the village being no bigger than a three-hundred inhabitant ratio, Obersturmführer Steinbeck suddenly stopped writing and ever so crookedly gave the Hauptfeldwebel making remarks before him - a long stare. “Vielen Dank für Ihr Gutachten auf das Foto, Hauptfeldwebel” Kyle said with a purse to his lips, closing the notebook once again, shuffling the small pencil back into the rigid leather spine of the jacket. Slipping it soon after into his tunic’s chest pocket, he winded a long breath from his lungs and quite sympathetically looked to the Pilot who offered a means of transport for him and his team to be taken at any point necessary.

Standing there for a few seconds, mulling over a few thoughts and particular options he could take upon the sensitive matter at hand, he soon spoke up; “Genau genommen von der Aufzeichnung hier Hauptfeldwebel soll diese Anweisung keine Bürger diesem besonderen Dorf zuteilen, und ich würde schätzen, dass Sie das verstanden. Das Halten Ihrer Bemerkungen zu sich selbst. Nein, diese Anweisung ist mehr eingehend, und es konnte jeapodise Führer'S-Pläne, unsere arische Rasse, homing diese zehntausend Bürger auszubreiten” Obersturmführer Steinbeck soon revealed, making sure the Pilot before him understood that this village had more cause than bargaining, it was not his job to home the civilians, but ensure nothing got in the way; After recovering the photograph from a Russian Spy, it was suspected the village bared refuge to a pocket of Jewish and other Ethnicities proclaiming to be of Aryan descent. Some that may be hiding amongst the ten-thousand citizens awaiting to be homed.

If the Führer was to get wind of the SS making a mockery and mix-up with their supposed Aryan descendants, ready to be homed in unique colonies with some of them actually being Jewish or other forbidden descendants against the one-true-solution. There would be a hefty price to pay; The slogans of such a mess up would have the SS riddled all over the newspapers - “SS Helps Jews to a new Life!” the disaster would be deadly in it’s own right, so Kyle’s assignment was important, as the Russian Spy’s reconnaissance photo suspiciously raised questions… Rather than answers.

Picking up his glove laid bare amongst the two documents below their noses, he shifted one of the documents over to the Pilot’s side of the table. “Sie werden dieses Dokument für mich Hauptfeldwebel unterzeichnen, Sie direkt unter meinem Befehl für die Dauer legend, dass der SS in Ihren Dienstleistungen wohnen muss. Sorgen Sie sich nicht, Sie werden wiederaufgelebt, sobald Ihre Dienstleistungen nicht mehr erforderlich sind; das soll gerade klären, dass von diesem Moment die Luftwaffe nicht kann und für Sie zu ihren eigenen Zwecken nicht verwenden werden. Sie sind ein entscheidender Aktivposten zum SS” Kyle read out from a mental note-card in his mind, completely ignoring his gesture on rounding up the men for an immediate flight just yet. He wasn’t being ignorant on purpose, he just needed to know the Pilot was going to perform his services for the SS correspondingly, before he could begin planning any physical attributes to their mission.

Grinning a little, Kyle nodded soon after he read out his terms and conditions, seeming more humanly now he’d got the red tape gist out of the way with. “Sobald Sie dieses Dokument unterzeichnet haben, werde ich tatsächlich einen phonecall machen. Ihre Zusammenarbeit wird gut geschätzt, und was für das Flugzeug, um das Sie für die Anweisung vorn bitten, wird unter Ihrer Verfügung gelegt - Mittel sind nicht eine Sache für die Diskussion Hauptfeldwebel. Sie werden haben, was Sie für einen erfolgreichen Flug brauchen, kann ich Sie versichern” Kyle stated firmly, his fingers softly tapping against the tabletop, waiting for the document to be signed.


Translations:[/b]

Vielen Dank für Ihr Gutachten auf das Foto, Hauptfeldwebel.
- Thank you for your expertise upon the photo, Hauptfeldwebel.

Genau genommen von der Aufzeichnung hier Hauptfeldwebel soll diese Anweisung keine Bürger diesem besonderen Dorf zuteilen, und ich würde schätzen, dass Sie das verstanden. Das Halten Ihrer Bemerkungen zu sich selbst. Nein, diese Anweisung ist mehr eingehend, und es konnte jeapodise
Führer'S-Pläne, unsere arische Rasse, homing diese zehntausend Bürger auszubreiten.
- Strictly speaking off the record here Hauptfeldwebel, this assignment is not to allocate any citizens to this particular village and I would appreciate that you understood that. Keeping your remarks to yourself. No, this assignment is more in depth and it could jeopardise the Führer's plans of expanding our Aryan race, homing these ten thousand citizens.

Sie werden dieses Dokument für mich Hauptfeldwebel unterzeichnen, Sie direkt unter meinem Befehl für die Dauer legend, dass der SS in Ihren Dienstleistungen wohnen muss. Sorgen Sie sich nicht, Sie werden wiederaufgelebt, sobald Ihre Dienstleistungen nicht mehr erforderlich sind; das soll gerade klären, dass von diesem Moment die Luftwaffe nicht kann und für Sie zu ihren eigenen Zwecken nicht verwenden werden. Sie sind ein entscheidender Aktivposten zum SS.
- You will sign this document for me Hauptfeldwebel, placing you directly beneath my command for the duration that the SS must reside in your services. Do not worry, you will be relived once your services are no longer needed; This is just to clarify that off this moment, the Luftwaffe can not and will not use for you for their own purposes. You are a crucial asset to the SS.

Sobald Sie dieses Dokument unterzeichnet haben, werde ich tatsächlich einen phonecall machen. Ihre Zusammenarbeit wird gut geschätzt, und was für das Flugzeug, um das Sie für die Anweisung vorn bitten, wird unter Ihrer Verfügung gelegt - Mittel sind nicht eine Sache für die Diskussion Hauptfeldwebel. Sie werden haben, was Sie für einen erfolgreichen Flug brauchen, kann ich Sie versichern.
- Once you've signed that document, I will indeed make a phone call. Your cooperation is well appreciated and whatever aircraft you request for the assignment ahead, shall be placed beneath your disposal - resources are not a matter for discussion Hauptfeldwebel. You will have what you need for a successful flight, I can assure you.

[Hfw. Fritjof Kjeldsen]

The senior NCO stood almost in surprise at the information that was being given to him. Obviously the SS officer trusted him enough to tell him that the village was not being labelled as a colonial ground. Fritjof immediately caught on; they were going to clear the village of any 'contaminants' that may be harmful to the Final Solution. The hauptfeldwebel stood quietly as the Obersturmführer started speaking again, drafting him into the operation. He dropped a paper to the table, an agreement that the Luftwaffe no longer had jurisdiction over him.

As the man continued to speak, Fritjof faltered. He had never been a Nazi. He had been a member of the Hitler Youth in order to get into the gliders; there was no other reason. Members of the Wehrmacht weren't allowed to be members of any political party let alone the NSDAP. This was his future; he knew it. If he signed on now, he would be consumed in the darkness that he had never paid much attention to. Most important though, were his chances of flying more. He would sign the slip now and assume that he would fly, after all; there were few pilots in the SS, and Fritjof was by far one of the better ones in the German armed forces. He had lived for three years fighting the enemy. That was three years longer than many pilots he had met along the way. He had flown dive-bombers, fighters, para-planes, and long-range bombers. They wouldn't prevent him from flying with expertise like his.

He removed a blue fountain pen from his breast pocket and applied his swirling signature, Fritjof Oeliver Kjeldsen, to the bottom of the card before handing it back to Obersturmführer Steinbeck. "Für die Gelegenheit danke, Herr Obersturmführer. Ich nehme an, daß, indem ich dieses Dokument unterzeichne, ich die gesamte Zeit fliegen werde. Das Ju-190 im Osthangar hat einige große Gewehren, wenn sie erforderlich sind. Ich dränge einige Männer, sie während des Fluges zu bemannen, wir laufen in jeden russischen Unfug wenn. Es gibt noch Raum für dich und 49 deiner Männer mit vollem Zahnrad oder mit schwereren Kampfmittel und Ausrüstung. Ich finde, daß ein Kopilot und ich eine volle Mannschaft und völlig eine getankte Fläche in der halben Stunde haben können. Nach dem können wir lassen, wann immer du bestellst."

Slowly, he stepped back and looked around. The man before him grinned most uncomfortably. Though, Fritjof took a certain liking to the man, driving his emotional stability to something unknown; he didn't know what to think of the ideology. All he knew now, was that the path to greatness was before him and he did not want to stop himself from becoming a hero to the people. He got the same grin that Steinbeck wore, put his arm up in the Nazi salute rather than the usual Wehrmacht salute, "Heil"

He began to walk to the side door to open it before he stopped and walked back to the SS officer at the table. "Ich sollte dich, Heer Obersturmführer warnen, daß Haupmann Gleil nicht eine Nazi ist. Tatsächlich hat er viel seiner Zeit verbracht und gesprochen gegen die NaziPartei und unser Führer. Ich berichte über ihn nicht, um Haben er entfernte. Er ist ein guter Kommandant und ein großer Lufttactician. Ich habe dir dieses erklärt, weil er unwahrscheinlich ist, dir in deinen Verfolgungen zu helfen, wenn du um Versorgungsmaterialien oder menschliche Arbeitskraft bittest. Jetzt mit deiner Berechtigung, kann ich die Fläche und die Männer erhalten, aber er kann versuchen, mich zu verhindern von möglicherweise gewaltsam verlassen. Ich dachte nur, daß du dieses wissen solltest, bevor du zu den Hauptsitzen gehst und einen Anruf bildest." He stopped and waited for the man to reply.

Translations:
"Für die Gelegenheit danke, Herr Obersturmführer. Ich nehme an, daß, indem ich dieses Dokument unterzeichne, ich die gesamte Zeit fliegen werde. Das Ju-190 im Osthangar hat einige große Gewehren, wenn sie erforderlich sind. Ich dränge einige Männer, sie während des Fluges zu bemannen, wir laufen in jeden russischen Unfug wenn. Es gibt noch Raum für dich und 49 deiner Männer mit vollem Zahnrad oder mit schwereren Kampfmittel und Ausrüstung. Ich finde, daß ein Kopilot und ich eine volle Mannschaft und völlig eine getankte Fläche in der halben Stunde haben können. Nach dem können wir lassen, wann immer du bestellst."
~Thank you for the opportunity, Herr Obersturmführer. I assume that by signing that document, I will be flying the entire time. The Ju-190 in the east hangar has a number of large guns should they be needed. I will press some men to man them during the flight should we run into any Russian mischief. There will still be room for you and 49 of your men with full gear or with heavier weaponry and equipment. I will find a co-pilot and I can have a full crew and fully fuelled plane in half an hour. After that, we can leave whenever you order.

"Ich sollte dich, Heer Obersturmführer warnen, daß Haupmann Gleil nicht eine Nazi ist. Tatsächlich hat er viel seiner Zeit verbracht und gesprochen gegen die NaziPartei und unser Führer. Ich berichte über ihn nicht, um Haben er entfernte. Er ist ein guter Kommandant und ein großer Lufttactician. Ich habe dir dieses erklärt, weil er unwahrscheinlich ist, dir in deinen Verfolgungen zu helfen, wenn du um Versorgungsmaterialien oder menschliche Arbeitskraft bittest. Jetzt mit deiner Berechtigung, kann ich die Fläche und die Männer erhalten, aber er kann versuchen, mich zu verhindern von möglicherweise gewaltsam verlassen. Ich dachte nur, daß du dieses wissen solltest, bevor du zu den Hauptsitzen gehst und einen Anruf bildest."
~I should warn you, Heer Obersturmführer, that Haupmann Gleil is not a Nazi. In fact, he has spent much of his time, speaking against the Nazi party and our Führer. I am not reporting him for the purpose of having him removed. He is a good commander and a great aerial tactician. I have told you this because he will be unlikely to help you in your pursuits should you ask for supplies or manpower. Now, with your authority, I can get the plane and the men, but he may try to prevent me from leaving, perhaps forcibly. I only thought you should know this before you go to headquarters and make a call.

[☠ Kyle Steinbeck]

A soft lick took to Obersturmführer Steinbeck’s pursed lips, as he patiently awaited for the Pilot to sign the document, binding him into a secretive SS operation willingly; Whether he signed the dismissal form after his services had been completed for the duration of this operation was another aspect completely. With the right background, the dear Pilot before him could find himself being launched into a whole new world regarding the SS’s prosperous future. He was already proclaimed to be a veteran pilot, one of the few, so his expertise would be of great interest to the SS guaranteed.

Once the document had been signed and handed to him, Obersturmführer Steinbeck pinched the paper from the man’s fingertips and softly rattled the paper straight from the creases to take a good look at the signature. Smoothly running his thumb over the signature, he made sure the ink didn’t smudge so easily, before he pleasingly folded it up once again to slip back inside the compartment beneath his tunic, smiling untoward the Pilot as he done so; Listening to what the male had to say before him.

The Hauptfeldwebel was more than compliant and even differed a thank-you, a rare custom that Kyle was ever treated with in such a well manner, particularly when he bore the burden of his uniform. “Sie sind willkommenster Hauptfeldwebel, versammeln Ihre Flugmannschaft, aber geben mehr Details nicht bekannt als die Koordinaten. Was wir hier heute besprochen haben, muss empfindlich zu unseren Zungen - Heil” Obersturmführer Steinbeck reminded the Hauptfeldwebel, casually saluting the male in return, as he dismissed himself to walk towards the door they’d come through. In doing so, Kyle picked up the remaining piece of paper he’d left on the table, a form that resembled the severance of the Pilot’s services once he’d completed them; The Ahnenerbe-SS only required him for so long, but perhaps he could put forth a recommendation for the Pilot once he’d fulfilled himself? He saw no wrong in doing so, the Waffen-SS would embellish such a talent amongst their ranks, although their assignments were more gruelling than the Luftwaffe at times.

Inhaling a quick breath, Kyle picked up his glove from off the table and began to put it on slowly, but soon found himself caught a little off guard as the Hauptfeldwebel returned briefly after walking away. Looking to the Pilot as he explained the circumstances regarding Haupmann Gleil and his misfortunate turn against the Nazi Regime; Kyle could only frown for a brief moment, knowing just how tragic and devastating it could be for someone to interfere with SS affairs. “Danke Hauptfeldwebel werde ich sicherstellen, dass er, wenn gesehen, unversehrt ist, um unsere Angelegenheiten zu stören. Der SS nimmt zu freundlich anti-patrotic Mitgliedern des Bereichs nicht, aber ich werde sicherstellen, dass es die Luftwaffe ein guter Kommandant wegen dessen nicht kostet... Mangel am Patriotismus werden wir sagen?” Kyle said a little awkwardly, feeling the needlessness to lie to the Pilot, who most notably must have knew the SS’s fowl manner when dealing with any obstructions on their path.

Before Kyle allowed the Pilot to be dismissed again, he breathed a sharp exhale of air to say something else, as if he’d just remembered. “Oh Hauptfeldwebel, haben Sie Ihre innerhalb von achtundvierzig Stunden bereite Mannschaft. Ich habe eine Ausrüstung, die hier geweht werden muss, kann ein Reisen eines Tages höchstens nehmen, aber es soll Ihnen Zeit geben, um die Notwendigkeiten vorzubereiten. Erlauben Sie mir, Ihnen ein Zeichen schnell zu schreiben, so können Sie sammeln, welche Mittel Sie ohne Verpflichtung zu Ihrer Reihe oder der Bedeutung brauchen” he said swiftly, whilst he fiddled two fingers into the outer pocket of his tunic, pulling out yet another folded piece of paper, but a blank document this time with the inscription of the SS-Ahnenerbe’s logo printed across the top and symbolism of the Third-Reich and Nazi-Party across the bottom.

Snapping out a fountain pen from the same pocket, he unclipped the lid and quite elegantly wrote in brief detail, giving the Pilot full authority on behalf of the SS to acquire what resources he may need without question - Signed Kyle Vreni Steinbeck. “Sammeln Sie dort jetzt, was Sie brauchen und zurück bei mir melden, sobald Sie Ihre Aufgabe vollendet haben. Wir werden sofort nach der Ankunft meiner Ausrüstung abreisen - Verstehen?” he questioned towards the end, making sure the Pilot understood what he was to do in the meantime of the approximate two-day period, but most likely a day’s period at most, if he made the phone-call straight after their departure from the kitchen’s premises.


Translations:[/b]

Sie sind willkommenster Hauptfeldwebel, versammeln Ihre Flugmannschaft, aber geben mehr Details nicht bekannt als die Koordinaten. Was wir hier heute besprochen haben, muss empfindlich zu unseren Zungen - Heil bleiben.
- You are most welcome Hauptfeldwebel, assemble your flight team, but do not disclose anymore details than the coordinates. What we have discussed here today, must remain sensitive to our tongues - Heil.

Danke Hauptfeldwebel werde ich sicherstellen, dass er, wenn gesehen, unversehrt ist, um unsere Angelegenheiten zu stören. Der SS nimmt zu freundlich anti-patrotic Mitgliedern des Bereichs nicht, aber ich werde sicherstellen, dass es die Luftwaffe ein guter Kommandant wegen dessen nicht kostet... Mangel am Patriotismus werden wir sagen?
- Thank you Hauptfeldwebel, I will make sure he is unharmed if seen to be interfering with our affairs. The SS don't take too kindly to anti-patriotic members of the realm, but I will make sure it does not cost the Luftwaffe a good commander because of this... Lack of patriotism shall we say?

Oh Hauptfeldwebel, haben Sie Ihre innerhalb von achtundvierzig Stunden bereite Mannschaft. Ich habe eine Ausrüstung, die hier geweht werden muss, kann ein Reisen eines Tages höchstens nehmen, aber es soll Ihnen Zeit geben, um die Notwendigkeiten vorzubereiten. Erlauben Sie mir, Ihnen ein Zeichen schnell zu schreiben, so können Sie sammeln, welche Mittel Sie ohne Verpflichtung zu Ihrer Reihe oder der Bedeutung brauchen.
- Oh Hauptfeldwebel, have your team ready within forty-eight hours. I have some equipment that needs to be flown here, may take a day's travel at most, but it shall give you time to prepare the necessities. Allow me to write you a note quickly, so you may collect what resources you need without obligation to your rank or meaning.

Sammeln Sie dort jetzt, was Sie brauchen und zurück bei mir melden, sobald Sie Ihre Aufgabe vollendet haben. Wir werden sofort nach der Ankunft meiner Ausrüstung abreisen - Verstehen?
- There, now collect what you need and report back to me once you have completed your task. We will leave immediately upon the arrival of my equipment - Understand?

[Hfw. Fritjof Kjeldsen]

Hauptfeldwebel Kjeldsen waited as the SSofficer completed the short briefing and promised light treatment for Hauptmann Gleil should he get in the way. He then handed the pilot a note that handed him full authority on the grounds of the airbase. The Luftwaffe NCO smiled, turned around and headed to the entrance, unlocked it and opened it before heading to the back door, not noticing the paper that Steinbeck quickly picked up from the table with the rest of his file. He opened the door and looked out at the five men that stood on the steps with cigarettes hanging between their lips, "Erhalte deine Ärsche rückseitig in der Küche und räume auf. Dieser Raum ist blutiges schmutziges."

The men quickly got up and put out their cigarettes before rushing back into the room and returning to work with a loud, "Ja, Herr Hauptfeldwebel!" Fritjof walked by the SS officer and gave a salute as he went out the door and into the dining hall. He noticed an unterofizier, a pilot he had flown with before. He was new, but he would do for being a co-pilot since he was primarily a bomber pilot he saw from the insignia on his sleeve.

Walking up to the table behind the men in front of the unteroffizier, he spoke to him, immediately making the man jump up and salute as he listened. "Unteroffizier, hast du einen neuen Auftrag. Du wirst ein Ju-190 mit mir steuern. Beende dein Mittagessen und berichte den Osthangar, wenn du getan wirst." The man uttered a loud "Ja, mein herr! before returning to his meal as the Hauptfeldwebel walked out of the room and walked across the airfield to the east hangar.

The large Ju-190 was in immaculate condition; the pilot saw as he walked into the hangar. the new authority immediately had the plane refuelled and prepared for flight. The new authority and respect given to him was great. The hauptfeldwebel was in slight delirium as he saw the copilot arrive and seven gunners assembled before him. Life was good when one had the power to do things efficiently and without question. The possibility of SS became an option, albeit a small one, in the Dane's mind.

Translations:
"Erhalte deine Ärsche rückseitig in der Küche und räume auf. Dieser Raum ist blutiges schmutziges."
~Get your arses back in the kitchen and clean up. This room is bloody filthy.

"Unteroffizier, hast du einen neuen Auftrag. Du wirst ein Ju-190 mit mir steuern. Beende dein Mittagessen und berichte den Osthangar, wenn du getan wirst."
~Unteroffizier, you have a new mission. You will be piloting a Ju-190 with me. Finish your lunch and report to the east hangar when you're done.

[☠ Kyle Steinbeck]

OOC:

There isn't really anything for me to write/respond too here and we did agree on a new thread for the Mission to come. So we may aswell declare this thread closed if you're happy?

If not, I'll have to post something tomorrow in this thread.
~Danny

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

I approve of a closing.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Then closed it shall be, so let it be written, so let it be done.

The following CP has been issued:

Steinbeck - 12CP

Kjeldsen - 12CP

Outstanding posts for the both of you, as always gentlemen.

-JT