Fun in the Hangar [Revien]

[anton]

Oberfeldwebel Anton Ramsden slowly brought his Me-109 to a halt in the Hangar, as he returned from a escort bombing mission over France. Luckily, his whole squadron had lived through the battle with minor damages and had headed back home, due to a fuel shortage. Slowly, Anton removed his oxygen mask and goggles, followed by his flight helmet. Pushing open the canopy, he climbed out of his Me-109 that he had nicknamed Black Demon, and was greeted by the glorious cheers of victory that his squad mates were calling out. Taking a look at Anton "Wolf" Ramsden, it was rather easy to see why his plane was called Black Demon. First off, it was painted all black. Secondly, the tip of the plane by the propeller was a dark red as well as the rudder at the back of the plane. The white outlines of the German cross on the fuselage and wings and the white swastika near the rear of the plane added a nice touch to the plane.

One of Anton's youngest squad mates, a young rookie, who had just returned from his first mission approached Anton. The Oberfeldwebel was not one for celebrations. He had seen victory, defeat, everything. He was an old veteran, an ace, a man growing bitter and cold on the inside. All that was beginning to matter to him was how many kills he could chalk up. He wanted to be remember in history, he was a Ramsden after all. The eldest son of every generation served in the military at some point. But, over the years, Anton had learned from his mistakes. When he first entered the German Air Force back in World War I, his priorities were flawed. First came the being the ace and widely known/ remembered, second came the welfare of his squad mates. Nowadays, the Oberfeldwebel had a different view. First came the welfare of his teammates. Always.

The young rookie, Jonas, had a grand smile and such a look of accomplishment in his eyes. Anton had to crack a smile at the young boy's smile, it warmed his heart. This was why he enjoyed having Jonas under his command. He was one of the few that could actually brighten him up. Anton saluted Jonas and congratulated him on the mission and then ordered him to go off and separate with the other rookies who had just served in their first mission, who seemed to be heading off to celebrate elsewhere. Who knew where. Anton only sighed and chuckled at the young recruits celebration, he had been there once. Now that they had experienced victory, he wanted them to experience defeat. Loss. They needed it so they wouldn't feel so grand and so cocky. They needed to know they couldn't underestimate their enemy. They needed to know they had to be watching out for each other at all times. They needed to know how it feels to lose someone special to you. Like....your best friend.

Anton stripped off his life vest, flight gloves, and his belt that had his holster in which his Luger resided. He also let his side cap slip off and fall in the pile of equipment. Then he began to observe Black Demon for any damages. There wasn't much, a few small bullet holes was all, nothing he or the engineers couldn't fix by his new combat mission. The Hangar was mostly empty now and he began to gather some ammo to reload his MG 131s. What great devastating weapons they were. Ripping through British and American planes with them couldn't get any funner.

[revien]

OOC: Dodgy title!

Revien entered the ancient hangar in style, dripping wet from head to toe, his mop of hair matted with rain. He had been training at the target range in a bid to overcome his weakness as an infantry unit, but had been promptly interrupted by rainfall. That was the problem with Germany, he thought glumly to himself. The weather was as unpredictable and as harsh as its leaders. One day it was your friend, the next, you had a knife sticking out of your neck. Nevertheless, that was how life was in the SS and it wasn't as though you could just resign from Wolfram's division. No. You were a Nazi until the day you died. And the day you died was never that far away, either.

The Frenchman glared threateningly at a German in the corner who looked like he was trying desperately not to laugh at the soaking Flight Sergeant. Revien knew that he must have looked like a shaggy dog who stayed out in the rain a couple of hours too late but he didn't care. No, he did care. He cared very much if a junior airman was making fun of him. That was the height of impudence.

Revien strode over to the giggling German and stared him in the eye, a snarl erupting from his mouth.

"You find the rain amusing, do you, Hauffman?" he growled.

"No...no, Flight Sergeant," stuttered the young man, his face turning a ghostly shade of pale.

"Oh, I don't think we can quite believe that, can we?" said Revien, smiling maliciously.

"No, sir...please..."

"Ten laps around the hangar," roared Revien, pushing the airman towards the great door. "We'll be able to see how amusing you find the rain then, won't we?"

The airman nodded pathetically and stumbled out into the harsh weather. Revien nodded with satisfaction. The last glimpse of the boy had confirmed that he was indeed but seconds from bursting into tears. Let him, thought Revien. No one would be able to tell the difference.

The Frenchman noticed a grim-faced gentleman in the far corner. He had arrived but a few minutes earlier and had obviously enjoyed the taste of battle within the hour. Revien joined him and held out a hand stiffly.

"Flight Sergeant Marlon Revien," he smiled with a nod. "I have heard nothing but good things about you and your men, Herr Ramsden,"

[anton]

The thick rain pattered down upon the roof of the hangar bay, as Anton lie under his plane that he loved so much repairing and modifying a few pieces here and there. As his hands and face began to become stained with grease, he was just beginning to enjoy himself. For some odd reason, Anton actually loved the feel of the dirty and gritty grease, it gave him a sense of pride. The Oberfeldwebel was actually thinking about taking up some training courses to work on becoming an engineer, mainly so he would have a much easier time fixing things and what not on his plane. Even though he was already a pilot and knew mostly what there was to know about planes.

Ramsden slid out from beneath his plane, a wrench in his hand, which he dropped with a clatter into a toolbox. The ruby red tool box was then locked shut, revealing the words Anton "Wolf" Ramsden, scrawled across it. Anton lifted up the hefty metal box and placed it down on his wing, before he strolled across the hangar in order to get some much needed towels. The pure white towels absorbed most of the black oil and grease that was staining the Oberfeldwebel's pale skin. Just as he reached the Black Demon, he hear some noises coming from the corridor leading into the hangar.

Trying his best to listen in on the conversation but failing, Ramsden managed to make out an obviously angry man yelling to another to run ten laps around the hangar. Anton lifted himself onto his planes wing and sat there wiping away at the grease on his hands, turning the white towel into nothing but blackness. Just then another pilot, soaked in the rain that was pounding down upon Germany outside, appear in the hangar. The man seemed to target him and began to approach and Anton tried his best to focus his eyes on him and figure out who it was. "Flight Sergeant Marlon Revien. I have heard nothing but good things about you and your men, Herr Ramsden."

"Herr, Revien. Yes, yes now I remember the name. I've heard of you before. Good to finally meet with you." Oberfeldwebel Ramsden slid off his wing, landing on the concrete floor with a thud before finally clasping his hand around his fellow Oberfeldwebel, and grinned while shaking it. The crystal clear white smile was quite the contrast to his blackened face. "Harsh weather out there. You need a towel. I got one right he- Oh..." As Anton was about to idly hand the man the towel, he forgot that it was stained with grease, and chuckled a little. He threw it into the bin for dirty towels, and pulled out a fresh one, tossing it to Revien, "Sorry about that."

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post

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The following CP has been awarded:


Oberfeldwebel Ramsden: 3CP

Flight Sergeant Revien: 1CP


HINT: Rhys, you will get more CP in your threads if you post more than once or twice.

~Dan