A Secret Meeting?

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Open to all SS Members; Particularly Officers.


The weather was quite brisk and breezy, but gloriously sunny none the less, as the beams of hot heated sunrays bathed the Fatherland’s German soil in pure richness. Sturmbannführer Wolfram was dressed in a Camouflage battle tunic designed to fit his physic, whilst sitting atop of the Tiger Tank’s helm the hungry metal beast moved swiftly through the woodlands, the jittering noise of the Tank’s tracks demolishing the earth beneath it soon became soothing, as the Sturmbannführer grinned to himself quietly from his dominant position upon the heavy piece of armoury.

Slowly, the edge of the forest was drawing closer and the Sturmbannführer cleared his throat some, leaning back from atop of the helm to look down into the tank and shout inwards towards the crew members driving the magnificent beauty of his “HALT! Dies wird machen!”, he yelled out vigorously from the long deep debts of his hard lungs, trying to pierce his voice above the checkering and chunking sounds of the large engine pistons, that clapped beneath the engine’s bonnet, fuelling the horse-power to the machinery.

After a few more feet, the Tiger Tank hauled to a stop gently - Sturmbannführer Wolfram nodded to himself somewhat, impressed by their expertise in driving the tank with such effectiveness. Their position at the daunting edge of the woodlands overlooked a vast and large golden field, that’d recently been farmed by the locals, but none the less, held an alluring and fresh growth to it’s scent. Beyond the large field was a dirt-roadway, rarely used by many Germans, as it held an insignificant use, due to it’s detour around the forest. New roadways recently built were twice as fast, but less scenic as this grand sight overlooking sparse farmland, nicely trimmed off with a forest overlooking the land.

Drawing up his binoculars, the Sturmbannführer looked down onto the farmland ahead of their position, monitoring the dirt-road for activity. He was expecting his associate officers to meet him here, he needed to discuss the Division’s current state of affairs - he was unhappy with the recent tow of losses, which is why he planned to strike back, with some perhaps alterations to the Division? Resting the Binoculars back down against his chest, the Sturmbannführer licked his lips softly, trying to moisten the distal taste of dirt from the air. “In Ordnung, ausstrecken unsere Beine” said the Sturmbannführer firmly, as he grappled his hands onto either side of the hatch opening, leveraging his body up using his upper body strength, to perch the heel of his boot against the exterior of the tank to pride himself out of the hole he was resting in.

Climbing down the side of the tank and dropping off onto the dirt, with a good kick from off the tank’s exterior, he felt his heels thump against the ground, with the dry dirt smouldering up around his ankles in a small plume of cloud. Glancing back towards the tank’s helm, he watched as Gunter Dietrich slowly emerged, pulling himself up and out of the helm to slid down onto the back of the tank a little, taking a long look around at their current position, whilst he fiddled a hand into the inside of his Panzer-Cameo tunic, to pull out a pack of cigarettes. Soon enough, Karl Johann and Dieter Lanzo were falling from out of the tank themselves, muttering towards one another quietly, as if exchanging a few words, before Dieter Lanzo began to shake his legs some, taking a walk along the length of the tank, then Richard Markus, the brute of a man he was, lastly pulled himself out of the tank and sat atop of the helm with his goggles hanging around his neck.

“Herr Sturmbannführer, auf was warten wir?”[/I] he questioned curiously and boldly, watching as Sturmbannführer Wolfram took of his flat-field cap (not officer cap), patting it against his left palm to rid off any dirt, whilst looking towards Richard Markus who awaited an answer. “Wir warten auf einige Kollegen vom Da Reich, uns anzuschließen, beschäftigen jetzt sich gehen macht und vergewissern sich, dass die Jungen zu weit vom Tank nicht wagen” he replied with a strict tone, watching as Richard Markus nodded some in compliance to the order, before making his way down from off the tank.



Translations:[/b]

HALT! Dies wird machen!
~ STOP! This will do!

In Ordnung, ausstrecken unsere Beine.
~ Alright, let's stretch our legs.

Herr Sturmbannführer, auf was warten wir?
~ Herr Sturmbannführer, what are we waiting for?

Wir warten auf einige Kollegen vom Da Reich, uns anzuschließen, beschäftigen jetzt sich gehen macht und vergewissern sich, dass die Jungen zu weit vom Tank nicht wagen.
~ We are waiting for some associates of the Das Reich to join us, now go make yourself busy and make sure the lads don't venture too far from the tank.

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

OOC: Okay, I've brought a convoy truck. So, if any officers or others wish to be in it, just say you were in the convoy truck. Or, you could always bring your own vehicle.

Doctor Vlakte sat in the passenger's seat next to Schütze Kutscher as the convoy truck made its way down the dirt road. Dieedrik always got the same feeling when he was travelling on the roads. Thank go we have paved roads now, I love the future, Doctor Vlakte thought to himself. The doctor looked out the window to see the scenery. Farmhouses and trees were the norm in this area, as they were in most of the European landscape. Dieedrik loved the trees, they reminded him of Freiburg and Utrecht.

As the truck finally neared the forest, Dieedrik could see Sturmbannführer Wolfram standing outside his massive Tiger tank. It made Doctor Vlakte think of how scared he would be if the other side had those tanks. He shivered at the thought as the truck finally pulled up onto the grass next to the forest. Dieedrik jumped out of the truck and looked back to Schütze Kutscher, "Sehen auf den Wagen. Dann, tun Sie, was Sie wollen." Kutscher saluted the doctor and went to work.

After ordering Kutscher to check the truck, Doctor Vlakte walked respectfully up to Sturmbannführer Wolfram and stopped in front of him to give a salute before speaking the admirable man. "guten tag, mein Herr," the doctor said, "wie sind Sie, Sturmbannführer? Sie aussehen sehr gut nicht." The doctor could see that Wolfram wasn't the happiest man. For good reason, the recent losses and over-all low quality of his unit was definitely taking its toll on him.

Translations:
"Sehen auf den Wagen. Dann, tun Sie, was Sie wollen."
~Look over the truck. Then, you can do as you please.

"guten tag, mein Herr," "wie sind Sie, Sturmbannführer? Sie aussehen sehr gut nicht."
~Good day, sir. How are you, Major? You don't look very good.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Sighing heavily to himself, Sturmbannführer Wolfram took a few slow steps down the length of the tank, his hand idly patting the cameo flat-cap against his left palm, as if stuck in thought momentarily with a devilish idle twitch succumbing to his hands. Reaching the rear-end of the tank, he casually and quietly took a careful look around, as if mentally noting just how wonderful the German forest was, even after a heavy tonne Tiger Tank had just passed through. He couldn’t help but grin to himself, he was allured into a significant track of thoughtful daydream, as the smell of diesel drifted past his nostrils -- Then, something else abruptly caught his attention.

“Herr Sturmbannführer! Ein Geleit Nähert!”[/b] called out young Dietrich, who climbed up onto the tank, pointing down towards a burley fresh convoy truck, that tread milled their way. The Sturmbannführer whip-lashed a nod and quickly moved up towards the front of the tank, twisting down his camouflaged flat-cap back onto his skull, before bringing up his binoculars that hung against his chest loosely. “Gut ist befleckt Dietrich, es Doktor Vlakte durch das Aussehen von seinem Medizinischen Geleit” firmly announced the Sturmbannführer as he slowly lowered the binoculars, glancing up towards Dietrich who looked chuffed with himself for spotting them. The Sturmbannführer didn’t ruin his moment of pride.

As the Convoy approached closer and parked up, the tank crew gathered around the armoury quietly, as if anticipating the unsuspecting guests of their Division - they hadn’t spoken much to many of the soldiers in the Division, due to Sturmbannführer Wolfram having them man and make alterations to the tank since he’d got his hands on it. “Der Gute Doktor sich selbst, bin ich froh Sie könnten machen es” he said with a general courtesy, before raising his hand in a senior and respectful salute back towards the male, before stepping forwards to extend his hand for an appropriate handshake; He didn’t wish for the atmosphere to be so ‘Strict’, it was an uncalled visit he requested his men to come too and further more, they were out of the barracks or Reich Quarters. This was an “Un-Official” meeting in his books, he needed to talk on a basis level with the men of his Division… This was the only way he could do it, without over looking eyes or ears.

Laughing a little towards the Doctor’s comment on not looking so good, the Sturmbannführer winked some and shook his head a little in the process “Ich bin feiner Doktor, vielen Dank für Ihre Angelegenheit…” said Rafael with a soft tone, which could’ve spoke louder than his initial words used. “Kommen Sie - laufen wir. Ich habe Sie und alle anderen Älteren Mitglieder vom Da Reich hier für eine Rede gerufen. Ich bin für unsere beliebte Teilung angegangen” he said in a worrying fashion, as he twisted his body to take a step into the general direction of their walking path, his emotional stature deeming a thoughtful phase again, which could’ve come across as looking worried or about to reveal a big plan?


Translations:[/b]

Herr Sturmbannführer! Ein Geleit Nähert!
~ Herr Sturmbannführer! A Convoy Approaches!

Gut ist befleckt Dietrich, es Doktor Vlakte durch das Aussehen von seinem Medizinischen Geleit.
~ Well spotted Dietrich, it is Doctor Vlakte by the look of his Medical Convoy.

Der Gute Doktor sich selbst, bin ich froh Sie könnten machen es.
~ The Good Doctor himself, I am glad you could make it.

Ich bin feiner Doktor, vielen Dank für Ihre Angelegenheit…
~ I am fine Doctor, thank you for your concern…

Kommen Sie - laufen wir. Ich habe Sie und alle anderen Älteren Mitglieder vom Da Reich hier für eine Rede gerufen. Ich bin für unsere beliebte Teilung angegangen.
~ Come - Let's walk. I called you and all the other Senior members of the Das-Reich here for a talk. I am concerned for our beloved division.

[∬Hartwig Kriegheld]

The ride was bumpy as usual for Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld as the ever trustworthy convoy truck made its way down the dirt road. Hartwig was sitting on the end of the truck, so he felt every bump that the truck went over ten-fold. Doctor Vlakte had graciously offered Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld a ride in the convoy truck to come and meet Sturmbannführer Wolfram outside a forest in the country. Since they were in friendly territory, the captain kept the canvas flap on the back of the truck open so as to take in the fine air and beautiful sun. The open flap also unfortunately let the dirt fly in as the truck went over the side of the road to park near the forest.

Once the truck finally came to a stop, Hartwig jumped out of the truck and took a deep breath of the dust that filled the air. Coughing, he walked to the side of the truck, trying to find some clear air to alleviate his lungs of the dirt. Once he had cleared his throat, Hartwig walked over to find that Doktor Vlakte and Sturmbannführer Wolfram had already begun walking along the tree-line. Before slowly walking up to the tank that stood just outside the woods, Hartwig quickly shook the dust from his field-green wool uniform. Upon reaching the tank, he looked up at the beast before following up behind Wolfram and Vlakte. The doctor was almost immaculate from behind, probably a side-effect of being in such a wealthy profession. Wolfram looked tired, yet energised as he usually was. The sturmbannführer was an interesting man, a brilliant tactician from what Kriegheld had heard; he was known as a legend among the members of the division. Of course, most of the members of the division were impressionable since they were so new.

Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld finally came up next to Doctor Vlakte and looked over to Wolfram as he greeted the two, “guten tag herr Sturmbannführer, Doktor. Es tut mir leid. Ich bekam Schmutz auf meine Uniform. Warum Sie afrum uns Hier? Warum nicht im Kommandostelle?“ It was unusual for a commander to call a meeting of his officers in a place outside headquarters. It was almost a reason for the Gestapo to investigate someone, since it was such a secretive practice. The group continued to walk along the tree-line.

Translations:
“guten tag herr Sturmbannführer, Doktor. Es tut mir leid. Ich bekam Schmutz auf meine Uniform. Warum Sie afrum uns Hier? Warum nicht im Kommandostelle?“
~ Good day Major, doctor. I'm sorry; I got some dirt on my uniform. Why did you call us here? Why not at the headquarters?

[William Luther]

William adjusted himself on the wooden board that was called a seat, quite a grand name for the splinter-ridden thing it was. He looked over to Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld and nodded an acknowledgment asides from a greeting, it had been a very quiet journey, one perfectly suited for the consolidation of thoughts. As the truck rumbled along the track, the back view was of a dusty forest, the greens of the trees dulled to shades of brown. As the truck was turned off, William pulled up the bolt next to him holding the tailgate shut and leant over and pulled the other one. He kicked the metal flap and took the step out and looked down at his brightly polished boots now smudged. He heard Kriegheld let out a small grunt as he jumped out and the two walked towards their commanding officer.

"Guten tag, Herrs." he addressed the group, looking carefully around for any sort of suggestion as to why they may be in the middle of nowhere. He paid a close attention to Sturmbannführer Wolfram, it was his first meeting with the officer since his transfer to the unit, a great honour among the Axis forces. Wolfram was among the greatest of soldiers. Ferocious in battle, that much was apparent, but here he was in combat fatigues barely a meter from Williams face. He felt quite insignificant and humbled as he raised his arm in salute. The Tiger tank caught his attention and he noted he was the least senior of the soldiers present, but still only a few steps away from a commission. Three soldiers and a doctor, not a common site to be traversing the forests of the camps of the Reich, especially not with a Tiger in tow. He consigned himself to silence as he waited for somebody to speak.

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

Sturmbannführer Wolfram grinned and gave a small chuckle after Doktor Vlakte asked about his health. Doktor Vlakte couldn’t think of a time when the man wasn’t grinning; it was really quite unusual. Dieedrik drew a conclusion from the little psychiatric training he had and judged the Sturmbannführer’s behaviour to be an unnoticed bit of arrogance. Not that arrogance was bad; it had to come when one was as successful as Wolfram was. Perhaps arrogance wasn’t the right word, but the sturmbannführer certainly had an attitude of emotional superiority to the usual man. The smiling man offered Doktor Vlakte his hand, which the Doktor took in friendship. Wolfram was a most perplexing man.

After greeting one another, the two officers began walking along the tree-line. Wolfram began speaking in his ever-so-calm tone of voice, “Ich habe Sie und alle anderen Älteren Mitglieder vom Da Reich hier für eine Rede gerufen. Ich bin für unsere beliebte Teilung angegangen.” Doktor Vlakte looked over to the man with utmost seriousness and replied in his calmest voice, “Ich annehme. Die Division ist in ein heilloses Durcheinander. Ärztlich, die Männer sind im gut athleticsh nicht. Jedoch, die Männer gehorchen guten. Wir haben etwa Aussicht.“ The doctor grinned as he let the last sentence off. Just as he finished speaking, Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld came up to Doktor Vlakte’s side.

The Hauptsturmführer walked at the same pace as the other two officers as he greeted Wolfram and Vlakte. It was only the third time Dieedrik had met the new officer who had crushed the aspirations of Battista and Schneider. Kriegheld had stopped the competition between the two Oberleutnanten; that was worth something. Just as Doktor Vlakte had gotten the convoy earlier, he had had offered Kriegheld a seat in the back. The Hauptsturmführer accepted and that was the end of their second meeting. Dieedrik still couldn’t judge the man’s personality, but he seemed warm enough.

Translations:
“Ich annehme. Die Division ist in ein heilloses Durcheinander. Ärztlich, die Männer sind im gut athleticsh nicht. Jedoch, die Männer gehorchen guten. Wir haben etwa Aussicht.“
~I understand. the division is a shamble. However, the men do take orders very well. We have some hope.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Just wanted to say, I know no one will ‘overwrite’ one another, but try to only post once as to not write anyone out. I hate making posting orders, so just try to make sure everyone has their turn to post.

IC:

With every small step the Sturmbannführer took, he couldn’t help but feel a concealment of compassion deep inside. He was happy to be walking German Soil once again and roaming the beauty of the Fatherland that was theirs, handed down by their Aryan ancestors many moons ago. Sure, this was such an ideal case for the Gestapo or the SiPo for that matter, due to the unorthodox circumstances the dear Sturmbannführer had taken; none the less however, the Sturmbannführer felt he was entitled to meaningful talk amongst the associates of his in private. Who could blame Sturmbannführer Wolfram for becoming highly strung or paranoid, being concealed between four walls and a desk renown as that of his office - it was hardly private to say the least.

Quietly, the Sturmbannführer gave a piercing look towards the Doctor who seemed to regard the Division as a shamble? Perhaps the Doctor struck a tender nerve within that brief moment, as the Sturmbannführer dauntingly furrowed a quiet persona, merely listening. Perhaps Doctor Vlakte was correct in all fairness? The Division had strength, order and stability, but perhaps it’s patrons had very little clue of what was needed? Hence the shamble displayed just recently by figure of the death toll it’s self. At least three to two men were dying per’ battle now, this was an unforeseen and intolerable circumstance, considering the numbers were hardly evened against the opposing side - Sturmbannführer Wolfram had read the reports religiously, they were losing more men than their adversaries in each battle. Something had to be done.

Gaping open his crooked and sharp mouth, as if to comment or speak in reply to the Doctor’s remark, a brisk young Hauptsturmführer came walking over quite briskly, hardly making himself be known to the unsuspecting Sturmbannführer, as he began to ask questions almost instantly. “Hauptsturmführer - ich werde mich vom Schmutz auf Ihrem einheitlichen jetzt gleich bitte anschließt uns sorgen. Ich fragte nur den Rat vom guten Doktor auf der neuen Spotterei vom ‚Da Reich‘” quite honestly and bluntly foretold the Sturmbannführer as he chirped a slight laugh to fold his hands up behind the pit of his back, pulling a quite questionable look towards the Hauptsturmführer momentarily. As if expecting his verdict on the matter in return?

Then another male approached the small bundled Officers larking, but his lapels distinguished the fine non-commissioned rank of Sturmscharführer - This must’ve been the fine young fellow replacing the glutton and ignorant Golodkowski. “Sturmscharführer, wir haben noch, ordentlich vertraut zu machen” he said with a generous tone, merely extending his hand without salute or stature blindfolding his arrogant persona; The Sturmscharführer was a stubborn man, but needless to say, he had to be during these times. However, the Sturmbannführer didn’t lisp out his name from his cold lips within an introduction to the man, knowing the fellow male would’ve known him simply by the lapels and collar insignia - let alone the face.

Taking a brief glance towards the other Officers quietly, he puffed out a winded breath and smiled somewhat to stand straight “Wenn dies alle für jetzt ist, dürfen wir spazieren Herrn gehen? Ich wünsche nicht, auf Ihrer Neugier irgendein längeres aufzubrechen” said the Sturmbannführer in hope they’d hold their tongues of anymore curious insinuations or remarks, hopefully it was quite apparent he was rounding them up to talk of the Division’s current stature - why they’d been rounded up at the edge of a forest for this meeting, well, may soon become apparent.

OOC: Sorry guys, not my bestest post. Tired.


Translations:[/b]

Hauptsturmführer - ich werde mich vom Schmutz auf Ihrem einheitlichen jetzt gleich bitte anschließt uns sorgen. Ich fragte nur den Rat vom guten Doktor auf der neuen Spotterei vom ‚Da Reich‘.
~ Hauptsturmführer - I shalt worry of the dirt on your uniform right now, please, join us. I was just asking the good Doctor's advice upon the recent mockery of the 'Das Reich'.

Sturmscharführer, wir haben noch, ordentlich vertraut zu machen.
~ Sturmscharführer, we've yet to acquaint properly.

Wenn dies alle für jetzt ist, dürfen wir spazieren Herrn gehen? Ich wünsche nicht, auf Ihrer Neugier irgendein längeres aufzubrechen.
~ If this is all for now, may we take a walk gentleman? I don't wish to pry on your curiosity any longer.

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

Edzard had been laying in wait for almost two hours now, his belly side becoming more and more damp as the time passed. His newly acquired ghillie suit shrouding his image. He had gotten up early to gather up foliage from the surrounding area and apply to his suit, he had also torn an old shirt into long slender pieces and wrapped them around his rifle, sliding twigs and leaves in amoung the rags for added concealment. As he laid there he had wondered how he had come so far from his path, he had been in love with explosives ever since he had fooled around with some batteries as a young boy and accidentally blew a nice sized hole into the side of his childhood home. The thought of being able to drop an enemy soldier before he and any of his friends heard the shot had just caught his fullest attention and his commander had graced the idea, so he had set out for sniper school and recently returned.

The SS Tiger had come rumbling by just a few moments ago, not twenty feet from him, but he had taken extra time to make sure his camoflauge was perfect, he wanted to make a good impression on his superiors after returning from his training. The good Doctor had shown up as well, shortly after Wolfram had stepped out into the open for a spell. The new Captain had showed up as well followed quickly by the new senior NCO of the Division. Edzard was pleased at how swiftly they replaced Golodkowski, he seemed to do nothing but stir trouble since he had arrived. Edzard hoped that the new senior NCO would not repeat the mistakes.

As the detail of men drew closer Edzard realized that he would be the lowest ranking of the group, but might have the second best intro, falling short of the tank. None the less he was sure to be remembered, if only for a brief while. He pulled his FG42 in close and streched his toes a bit to get some blood flowing, laying still for so long had rendered him quite stiff, but made sure not to move very much at all in the process. Once they were close enough that unless they were completely facing the other way they would notice him, he rose from the ground, brandishing his shoe polish covered face. "He..." having not done much more than breath slowly had dried his throat to a great extent, he swallowed hard with a slight cough to finish it up and regained his composure "Herr Sturmbannführer!" he said strongly as his heels clicked, well as best they could, and he rendered a salute, swallowing once more.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

If no one else is going to post, can this be closed please?
- Raf

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post

The following CP has been issued;

Major Wolfram: 12CP

Doctor Vlakte: 9CP

Captain Kriegheld: 7CP

Staff Sergeant Crimm: 7CP

Senior Sergeant Luther: 6C

~Dan