Promotion in the Works?

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

The clicking of boots echoed down one of the long winding corridors to the Axis headquarters, but this wasn’t any headquarters, this was now a Waffen-SS headquarters; The promotion handed to Rafael, along with the medal, had given the new Sturmbannführer the right amount of respect he needed for his dear superiors to take note of the hard work the ‘Das Reich’ had achieved over the forth coming months. This was a new beginning for the Waffen-SS, they’d proven their superiority amongst all the other lousy divisions that began to lag behind; Now, the tables would turn within this upcoming war.

Mercilessly and coldly strafing his cold gaze along the few office assistants that staggered to a halt and clicked their boots with an honourable pure Aryan salute as the Sturmbannführer walked by, Rafael nodded and continued to walk down the long corridor. His Iron Cross glistened in the dim light, sure, it wasn’t the ‘Knight’s Cross’, but that would be in the making… He’d already overseen four numerous tactical engagements into Allied territory within the past forty-eight hours, all of which requested his expertise and perhaps support in the matter? Rafael didn’t disclose any yes or no’s, he had more important things up his sleeves now.

Making a hard turn to his left, the Sturmbannführer began to slow his pace as he approached his new office, with two loyal SS-Guards standing outside twenty-four seven, regardless to his presence within. His new office held a lot of intelligence, compared to the scrawny little office he had as Hauptsturmführer; watching the two loyal Germans shoulder their rifles and salute upon his closing presence, the Sturmbannführer saluted in return very quickly, before reaching out for the door and moving in swiftly, half turning towards the Guards upon walking by them to mutter out “Ana ist mein Sekretär auf Mittagessen, wenn irgendjemand wünscht, mich an dieser Stunde zu sehen, wird Sie informieren mich zuerst, bevor Lassen, in den sie schlendern!”, the two guards straightened up and the one who he was talking too directly, firmly spat out “Herr Sturmbannführer”, his guard's directly staying upfront as he stood motionless and fearlessly still.

Nodding a little, Rafael turned towards the half open door and stepped into his office, shutting it firmly behind him with a little yank of the handle, making sure the locking mechanism was in the wood properly. Sighing somewhat, he slowly walked into the new office, he was still adapting. It was much larger than his last quarters, this time, it almost looked too posh… There was a grand old map of the world on the far-wall, elegantly framed and the pine wood diminished the difference between the metal filing cabinets and office tools, to that of a gentleman’s stature. No, this was far different to what he was used too, heck, he even had a little coffee table with a large glass bottle of brandy in it in the far corner, just like what good ol’ Jaggen had.

Grinning to himself deviously, he quietly made his way towards his desk and sat down into the soft leather chair, almost wanting to laugh to himself as he felt the high privileges of being a Sturmbannführer sink in. Perhaps he could promote one of his dear Obersturmführer’s now to do the bidding he once had as Hauptsturmführer, it seemed as if his lifestyle was going to change somewhat from now on. There had already been a new detail of reports upon his desk delivered upon his absence, it looked as if he was going to be a little busy as of late.


Translations:[/b]

Ana ist mein Sekretär auf Mittagessen, wenn irgendjemand wünscht, mich an dieser Stunde zu sehen, wird Sie informieren mich zuerst, bevor Lassen, in den sie schlendern.
~ Ana my secretary is on lunch, if anyone wishes to see me at this hour, will you inform me first, before letting them stroll in.

[∬: Erik Schneider]

The young Obersturmfuhrer strolled through the narrow corridors of the Waffen-SS headquarters, full of pride his commanding officer had been promoted. Now that a Hauptsturmfuhrer position was open in their division, it would be a battle between Battista and Schneider on who could kiss up to Wolfram the most and get that position. The thing was, Erik was a bit confident that he could easily gain the promotion over his fellow Obersturmfuhrer. Now he was visiting his now Sturmbannfuhrer to congratulate him on his promotion, not to kiss up.

He passed by some fellow SS men smiling and nodding to some and giving the classic Aryan salute to those of higher-rank. He was praying to himself that Gruppenfuhrer Jaggen wouldn't spot him as he walked past his office. Erik was now walking with perfect stature, his back straightened, and his boots clicking together as he made exact, perfect steps. Now he was wandering into the Lion's Den. The place were the highest-ranking officers took up residence in. The place where he would be eaten alive for walking the wrong way or looking the wrong way at someone.

Erik felt so incomplete now that his MP44 had been taken from him before he could enter the headquarters. He wanted to feel it in his hands to have a sense of protection and pride. Whenever he had the MP44 in his grasp, he was a killing machine. However, it wouldn't be of use within the vast corridors of the headquarters, but hell it always helped in case things got out of hand. Erik smirked a bit at the idea of arguing with the pig of a Gruppenfuhrer, Jaggen, and then pulling out his MP44 and ripping him to pieces. Erik shook the thought from his head. He would be killed for thoughts like that.

Finally, after he had made the long trek through the corridors, he had arrived upon Sturmfuhrerbann Wolfram's office which was guarded by two men with rifles. He stood before them, clicked his boots together, and gave a salute. "Obersturmfuhrer Erik Schneider of the 2nd Waffen SS Division, requesting permission to meet with Herr Sturmbannfuhrer. " Erik barked out as perfectly as he could. He hoped he would be allowed access to the office in order to congratulate his commanding officer.


Translations:

"Obersturmfuhrer Erik Schneider of the 2nd Waffen SS Division, requesting permission to meet with Herr Sturmbannfuhrer. "
- "Obersturmfuhrer Erik Schneider of the 2nd Waffen SS Division, requesting permission to meet with Herr Sturmbannfuhrer. "

[nazariobattista]

Nazario marched stiffly down the lavishly decorated corridor, his MG44 already unslung, ready to be surrended to the monotinous guard. He had never quite got over that formality. The way that a complete stranger could apprahend you defenceless. One's life was basically in the guard's hands. He could shoot you to death on that very spot if he wanted to. Nazario was aware that he was expendable. Everyone was in Jaggen's eyes, even those as respected and veteran as Wolfram.

The commander had been promoted to Major by Head Office after a viciously fought battle in Africa. Tales of Wolfram's exploits were vague to say the least. The rumours ranged from him simply defeating a small squad of Brits to single-handedly taking down three hundred British generals including a close personal friend of the Prime Minister. Nazario doubted these allegations significantly, but he wasn't about to tell Wolfram that. The simple fact of the matter was that Wolfram was a hero. And every hero needed a sidekick.

There was word of promotion in the air and so there had been much petty squabbling amongst the officers in the SS. There was never a question over who would get it. The only three men who could possibly recieve such an honour were Nazario himself, that odious fool Golodkowski and, the Italian shuddered, his old rival Schneider. Nazario was confident that Wolfram despised Golodkowski as much as he did, but he knew that the Major had a soft spot for Schneider. He was, after all, a German. Purebred, perfect, pure. And there was nothing Nazario could do about it.

Nazario had a few cards up his sleeves, however. The fact of the matter was Schneider had never gained a single victory in Wolfram's name whereas Nazario had, against a PIAT, nonetheless. He didn't want to boastor seem arrogant; he would not give Wolfram any reason to find fault with him but he was prepared to play dirty to get what he wanted. Hopefully, he would get a few minutes on his own with the Major to congratulate him on his promotion and hopefully get into his good books.

His hopes were shattered, however, as he rounded past a sharp corner and into the most majestic corridor of the building. Standing outside Wolfram's enormous door was Schneider himself. He seemed to have got the same idea as Nazario.

"Obersturmfuhrer Erik Schneider of the 2nd Waffen SS Division, requesting permission to meet with Herr Sturmbannfuhrer. " stated Schneider odiously as Nazario glared. The Italian strode up to his fellow Obersturmfuhrer and nodded curtly towards him.

"Obersturmfuhrer Nazario Battista," barked Nazario, still staring arrogantly in the direction of Schneider. "Requesting permission to greet Sturmbannfuhrer Wolfram, to congratulate him unduly on his promotion,"

He would not be undone.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Shuffling within his seat somewhat to get comfortable, the Sturmbannführer licked at his index finger and reached out for one of the four reports laid out upon his desk. Plucking the folder open, he casually skimmed over the detailed report from another fellow Hauptsturmführer within the ranks of the SS, the report being a detailed inquiry into a recent skirmish he’d been engaged in; With valuable numbers the Allied Troops had upon the western frontier of his skirmish in France, with estimated figures on how the battle faired - Sturmbannführer Wolfram pulled a quizzical look as he leaned against the arm of his leather chair and rested his fine defined jaw against his hand, reading the report carefully. He’d already mentally noted errors of the man’s tactical spacing and judgement within the battle, although the Hauptsturmführer within the report dignified a glorious victory, Rafael shook his head idly to himself and dropped the Report onto the table - he’d won with a big casualty figure in toe.

Sitting quietly and pulling out a piece of plain paper, with the standard header of the “WAFFEN-SS” Embodied across the top of the parchment paper, with the signified black eagle and Nazi swastika in the corner, the Sturmbannführer plucked out his fountain pen from the golden pen-holder at the edge of his desk and began to write in fine delicate detail of his verdict on the report. Suddenly, a knock emerged on the door and the Sturmbannführer didn’t bother to raise his head as he merely called out “Tragen Sie ein…”[/b] and with that, one of the guards slowly pushed the door open and leant in, muttering out quietly as if intimidated by the Sturmbannführer who seemed to be writing something on an official piece of paper.

“Es gibt ein Obersturmfuhrer Erik Schneider hier, der wünscht, Sie zu sehen, herr Sturmbannführer” but as the guard went to stop speaking, another Obersturmfuhrer approached and requested to see the Sturmbannführer, both of the SS-Guards gave a slight worried look towards one another momentarily, before the man leant back into the room between the open gap of the door to quickly speak again, before the Sturmbannführer could reply. “Es gibt auch ein Obersturmfuhrer Nazario Battista hier herr Sturmbannführer, der erbittet, Sie zu sehen” muttered out the guard again, watching as Sturmbannführer Wolfram didn’t once put down his fountain pen or raise his head to acknowledge the Guard’s presence, but merely listened… Slowly, however, realising the Guard was finished speaking of the visitors outside, he half looked up to nod and say “Lassen Sie sie, in den Sie täuschen, warten nicht nur dort sie steht machend”, the Guard nodded briskly and pushed the door fully open, standing within the office with his back to the open door as he saluted for the Obersturmfuhrers to enter -- Wolfram merely shook his head and continued writing, awaiting for his associate Officers to enter and make their business known, he had a feeling they’d be paying him a visit, heck, Rafael still had a slow healing cut on his lip from the struggle in Africa… He certainly knew he wouldn’t be making a visit back there anytime soon.


Translations:[/b]

Tragen Sie ein...
~ Enter…

Es gibt ein Obersturmfuhrer Erik Schneider hier, der wünscht, Sie zu sehen, herr Sturmbannführer
~ There is an Obersturmfuhrer Erik Schneider here who wishes to see you, herr Sturmbannführer

Es gibt auch ein Obersturmfuhrer Nazario Battista hier herr Sturmbannführer, der erbittet, Sie zu sehen.
~ There is also a Obersturmfuhrer Nazario Battista here herr Sturmbannführer, who requests to see you.

Lassen Sie sie, in den Sie täuschen, warten nicht nur dort sie steht machend.
~ Let them in you fool, don't just stand there making them wait.

[nazariobattista]

OOC: Sorry it's a bit short, but there's not much I can do...

Nodding curtly at the obliging guard, Nazario entered the room elegantly and, upon seeing Wolfram at his desk, gave him a genuinely respectful salute. Here was a man who had fought more battles and achieved more victories than Nazario, Schneider and Golodkowski together. Germany needed a hero. And Wolfram filled that gap perfectly.

Nazario knew he would have to play his cards carefully here. He would have to get a word in edgeways before Schneider and he would, of course have to flatter his Commanding Officer, but he knew he could not come across as arrogant or brown-nosing in front of the Sturmbannführer.

"Good evening, sir," said Nazario, hoping to get a sentence in before Erik. "I wanted to offer my heartiest congratulations over your success in Africa. Words of your exploits have spread across the bunks. What really happened over there, Herr Sturmbannführer?"

[∬: Erik Schneider]

As Erik requested permission to meet with his Sturmbannfuhrer another voice called out for permission as well. Erik rolled his eyes and glanced over to see Obersturmfuhrer Battista making an attempt to show him up. Of course the Italian had showed up. He was a deceiving dog trying to make his way to the top by kissing up and making others look bad. Erik didn't find it pleasant to be serving along with a such a man who would probably gladly shoot Erik in the back just so he could climb another rung in the rank ladder. He nodded and grinned a bit at his fellow Obersturmfuhrer, before being allowed entrance to Wolfram's new office.

The Obersturmfuhrers stepped in, Battista lagging a few steps behind Erik. Erik merely glanced around the room observing it, allowing Battista to speak up first and make a fool of himself. Even how much the other Obersturmfuhrer was trying to cover up his brown-nosing, Erik could easily see through the act. He had to restrain himself a little from making a comment about not needing to kiss up to the Sturmbannfuhrer but he didn't want to insult Battista in front of Wolfram. He didn't need to play Battista's childish games any ways.

Erik saluted the Sturmbannfuhrer as he entered, determined to act just as he use to. Wolfram wouldn't have let the promotion to get to his head this early, and Erik figured he wouldn't enjoy Battista brown nosing."Hmm I möchten Sie nach Ihrer Förderung und Ihrem Sieg in Afrika beglückwünschen. Keine Handlung, obwohl Obersturmfuhrer Battista, aber sie scheinen, als ob Sie sie übertreiben. " Erik grinned at Wolfram and then nodded towards Battista muttering out, "Ich schätze, daß ich auch genießen würde, um von Ihren Sieg in Afrika zu hören. "

Translations:

"Hmm I möchten Sie nach Ihrer Förderung und Ihrem Sieg in Afrika beglückwünschen. Keine Handlung, obwohl Obersturmfuhrer Battista, aber sie scheinen, als ob Sie sie übertreiben. "
-"Hmm I do wish to congratulate you upon your promotion and your victory in Africa. No offense though Obersturmfuhrer Battista, but it seems as if you are overdoing it. "

"Ich schätze, daß ich auch genießen würde, um von Ihren Sieg in Afrika zu hören. "
- "I guess I would also enjoy to hear of your victory in Africa. "

[nazariobattista]

"Hmm I möchten Sie nach Ihrer Förderung und Ihrem Sieg in Afrika beglückwünschen. Keine Handlung, obwohl Obersturmfuhrer Battista, aber sie scheinen, als ob Sie sie übertreiben. " said Schneider suddenly.

The words cut through Nazario like a knife but a second later he regained himself. Let the foolish German act like a child. One day, he would be dealt with accordingly, that much was certain.

"Ich schätze, daß ich auch genießen würde, um von Ihren Sieg in Afrika zu hören. " he added as an afterthought. He seemed as intent as Nazario to discover as much information about Wolfram's victory in Africa as he could. How Nazario loathed him. He knew, of course, that he had been less than friendly towards him on his first meeting but Schneider was just so...arrogant. He acted as though he was God's gift to Germany all the time, despite little evidence of this fact.

Nazario couldn't take it anymore. He turned to the Lieteunant and smiled falsely.

"Respect cost nothing, my friend," he smiled. "Although you would be unable to gain any whatever the price range,"

Hoping the insult had hit home, Nazario nodded once more at Wolfram and entered the majestic room, guessing that Erik was bringing up the rear.

[∬Hartwig Kriegheld]

The massive complex of halls in the new Waffen-SS Headquarters was echoing with the constant clicking of jack-boots. One man committing his instrument to the percussive ensemble of the authoritative building was the young Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld. He stood in the main hall, stripped of his trusty K98, looking at the office list nailed to the wall. He was looking for the name of his new commanding officer, Sturmbannführer Wolfram. After sliding his finger down the list next to the names, and high ranks, Hartwig found the name typed in a bold black ink: STURMBANNFÜHRER R. WOLFRAM.

He turned from the list on thee wall and began walking decisively down the tiled hall, making the loud clicking noise that already reverberated through the air. He walked slowly and purposefully down the hall and turned left. On one side of the hall was Gruppenführer Jaggen, the man who had gotten Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld his promotion and transfer to the 2nd SS “Das Reich.” Directly at the end of the hall was Sturmbannführer Wolfram’s office. The outer doors had the usual two guards, looking as intimidating and professional as ever. He continued walking towards the doors and stopped in front of the guards. "Ich bin Hauptsturmführer Hartwig Kriegheld," he said in his most official tone, "Ich habe gekommt zu antreten mit Sturmbannführer Wolfram. Ist er in?" The young officer could only wait now.

Translations:

"Ich bin Hauptsturmführer Hartwig Kriegheld,"
I am Captain Hartwig Kriegheld.

"Ich habe gekommt zu antreten mit Sturmbannführer Wolfram. Ist er in?"
I've come to report to Major Wolfram; is he in?

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Whoa, slow down a little Battista, you double posted and the more you write, the more I have to catch up or inevitably become written out of the storyline.


The two Obersturmführer gallantly made their presence known upon entering the Sturmbannführer’s office, but Sturmbannführer Wolfram showed a little neglect as he continued to elegantly write upon the parchment of paper beneath his hands; He wasn’t showing any disrespect or negligence purposely, but showing up announced interfered with his new regime of work and the fellow officers could clearly see he was in the middle of something - so listening intently to the Obersturmführers offering the congratulations, but lack of condolences towards poor Schütze Burkhard who was a valiant soldier of the SS before they even entered the fray, caused Mr Wolfram to continue writing, rather than stopping immediately upon their entrance.

Stringing out the last few words upon the piece of paper, he thumped the fountain-pen back into it’s golden holder a little heavy handed, as the desk almost crumpled beneath the force. Slowly slithering his eyes up to face the two Obersturmführers who began to bicker at one another’s posture and presentation towards the dear Sturmbannführer himself, made Rafael cringe beneath the surface. Were they truly loyal to the SS after all? “Wissen Sie, was dies ist, Obersturmführer Schneider?” questioned the Sturmbannführer coldly, as he plucked up the parchment of paper with a long paragraph of writing displayed upon it, to show the Obersturmführer, pulling a questionable look, expecting an answer -- before he could answer, the Sturmbannführer Wolfram darted his eyes towards Obersturmführer Battista and muttered out “Macht Ihnen Obersturmführer Battista?” his gaze cold as he glanced between the two men, disregarding their curious questions and congratulations upon his victory almost instantaneously the moment they opened their mouths.

“Ich werde Sie erzählen, was dies ist, dies ist eine Degradierung im Machen. Eine einfache Briefmarke von unserer Liebsten Waffen-SS Unterschrift am Boden hier und mit unmittelbarer Wirkung, sie haben ihre Aufschläge unstitched und der am meisten steht wahrscheinlich dem frontlines in Russland revenuer” he spat out mercilessly, before thumping the paper onto the desk again, blowing some hot air from his lungs as he stared towards the two Obersturmführers. Leaning against the desk with his elbows, the Sturmbannführer callously watched them for any reactions, before opening his mouth again. “Wissen Sie warum er ist schuldig, mmh? - Weil er war dick, hartnäckig, unvorsichtig mit seinen Kollegen bedacht hat. Er hat über Hälfte von seinen eigenen Männern in einem einfachen Scharmützel getötet, dann Sieg zu proklamieren. Jetzt würden Sie wahr jenen Sieg rufen? Weil wo ich stehe, ich jene Unfähigkeit zu führen rufe, der ist, warum ich beide von Ihren Berichten für irgendeine hervorragenden Beförderungen umgestürzt habe... Wenn Sie zwei Ihre Taten zusammen nicht erhalten, und arbeitet als eine Mannschaft, Keiner von Ihnen werden sehen, dass mein Kugelschreiber aus irgendeinen Beförderungen für Sie in der absehbar Zukunft schreibend - Jetzt Gestell gerade!” Rafael bellowed out vigorously towards the end, as he thumped his fist on the desk and slowly rose from his seat, overlooking the pair of them.

It seemed as if the Sturmbannführer has changed considerably upon his travels, he was feisty, aggressive and seemed to approach with zero-tolerance now. He wanted to see the two Obersturmführers work together, approach each battle with their wits and strength combined and who know’s, the pair of them could gain the honourable promotion they well deserve. Almost suddenly, knocking erupted on the door again and the Sturmbannführer looked through the Obersturmführers to call out “Lassen Sie sie in,”, the Guard looked towards the Hauptsturmführer slowly, as if wondering why the Sturmbannführer hadn’t questioned to who it was first; before quickly, he opened the door for the fellow Officer to enter, giving the appropriate salute again upon his entry.



Translations:[/b]

Wissen Sie, was dies ist, Obersturmführer Schneider?
~ Do you know what this is, Obersturmführer Schneider?

Macht Ihnen Obersturmführer Battista?
~ Do you Obersturmführer Battista?

Ich werde Sie erzählen, was dies ist, dies ist eine Degradierung im Machen. Eine einfache Briefmarke von unserer Liebsten Waffen-SS Unterschrift am Boden hier und mit unmittelbarer Wirkung, sie haben ihre Aufschläge unstitched und der am meisten steht wahrscheinlich dem frontlines in Russland revenuer
~ I'll tell you what this is, this is a Demotion in the making. A simple stamp of our dear Waffen-SS signature at the bottom here and with immediate effect, they have their lapels unstitched and most probably face the frontlines in Russia

Wissen Sie warum er ist schuldig, mmh? - Weil er war dick, hartnäckig, unvorsichtig mit seinen Kollegen bedacht hat. Er hat über Hälfte von seinen eigenen Männern in einem einfachen Scharmützel getötet, dann Sieg zu proklamieren. Jetzt würden Sie wahr jenen Sieg rufen? Weil wo ich stehe, ich jene Unfähigkeit zu führen rufe, der ist, warum ich beide von Ihren Berichten für irgendeine hervorragenden Beförderungen umgestürzt habe... Wenn Sie zwei Ihre Taten zusammen nicht erhalten, und arbeitet als eine Mannschaft, Keiner von Ihnen werden sehen, dass mein Kugelschreiber aus irgendeinen Beförderungen für Sie in der absehbar Zukunft schreibend - Jetzt Gestell gerade!
~ Do you know why he is guilty, mmh? - Because he was thick minded, stubborn, careless with his associates. He killed over half of his own men in one simple skirmish, to then proclaim victory. Now, would you truely call that victory? Because where I stand, I call that incompetence to lead, which is why I have overturned both of your reports for any outstanding promotions... If you two do not get your acts together and work as a team, neither of you will see my pen writing out any promotions for you in the foreseeable future - Now stand straight!

Lassen Sie sie in,
~ Let them in,

[∬Hartwig Kriegheld]

Standing next to the door, Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld could hear yelling. The harsh words obviously belonged to Sturmbannführer Wolfram, something about incompetence and victoy? The Schütze looked in to the Sturmbannführer to announce Hartwig’s presence. Hartwig heard the same voice that had been yelling say, "Lassen Sie sie in," in an almost calm voice. The guard turned back to Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld and gave a slight gesture to enter. He walked through the doors and came into the office of Sturbannführer Wolfram. The office wasn’t lavish, but it was certainly well furnished; the man who was presumably Wolfram sat in a high backed leather chair behind what looked like a mahogany desk.

Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld could see two other officers standing in front of the stern Wolfram at the desk. These two must have been the ones the Sturmbannführer was yelling at before Hartwig came in. Kriegheld made his way between the two officers that stood in front of the desk. He clicked his heels and raised his right arm in the Nazi salute to Wolfram. After ‘greeting’ the Sturbannführer, he went into ease. "Herr Sturmbannführer, Ich bin Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld," he said, almost gleefully, looking slightly to the officers next to him; had had obviously broken something up, "euer neuen Stellvertreter."

Hartwig could feel a definite change in the atmosphere of the room. It almost felt colder, though, for some reason, Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld felt a queer glee coming up in him. He didnät know what was causing it, but he still felt ‘good’ about something. He shook the thought from his mind and looked to the Sturbannführer, getting the same grin Wolfram had, for a reason Hartwig did not know. He remained at ease looking straight into Wolfram’s cool blue eyes. The directness of his eyes and the grin on his face made the Sturbannführer look quite impressive and almost demeaning. Hartwig could not place this man in any group. He was all his own.

Translations:

"Herr Sturmbannführer, Ich bin Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld," "euer neuen Stellvertreter."
~ Major Wolfram, I am Captain Kriegheld, your new second-in-command.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: No one is posting, seems like I've scared them. Close this please, if Erik and Nazario are finished with this.

Thank you!
- Raf

[∬: Erik Schneider]

OOC: Oh no no. I was waiting to see if you or Naz were going to post but I guess not. Please don't close this yet, it is a dramatic moment for Naz and Erik.

Erik watched, a bit terrified, as the Sturmbannfuhrer set his fountain pen down and seemed to give a look of disgust or anger. Erik couldn't tell what was in Wolfram's eyes right now. But he knew it wasn't something good. The young Obersturmfuhrer learned what the best thing would be to do, and he completely ignored any of Battista's remarks and stood straight and still. His facial expressions void. Wolfram grasped a parchment of paper with some writing on it and began to questioned the Obersturmfuhrers. "Wissen Sie, was dies ist, Obersturmführer Schneider?" Before Erik could even shake his head or blurt out a no the Sturmbannfuhrer focused his attention on Battista. "Macht Ihnen Obersturmführer Battista? "

Neither of the Obersturmfuhrers could answer before Wolfram began to speak again. "Ich werde Sie erzählen, was dies ist, dies ist eine Degradierung im Machen. Eine einfache Briefmarke von unserer Liebsten Waffen-SS Unterschrift am Boden hier und mit unmittelbarer Wirkung, sie haben ihre Aufschläge unstitched und der am meisten steht wahrscheinlich dem frontlines in Russland revenuer" Erik almost gulped. Who could it be? Was he demoting Battista? Golodkowski? Erik? "Wissen Sie warum er ist schuldig, mmh? - Weil er war dick, hartnäckig, unvorsichtig mit seinen Kollegen bedacht hat. Er hat über Hälfte von seinen eigenen Männern in einem einfachen Scharmützel getötet, dann Sieg zu proklamieren. Jetzt würden Sie wahr jenen Sieg rufen? Weil wo ich stehe, ich jene Unfähigkeit zu führen rufe, der ist, warum ich beide von Ihren Berichten für irgendeine hervorragenden Beförderungen umgestürzt habe... Wenn Sie zwei Ihre Taten zusammen nicht erhalten, und arbeitet als eine Mannschaft, Keiner von Ihnen werden sehen, dass mein Kugelschreiber aus irgendeinen Beförderungen für Sie in der absehbar Zukunft schreibend - Jetzt Gestell gerade! "

Erik was absolutely stunned at this new man who sat before him. Had the promotion actually gotten to his head? Why was he so aggressive? Erik couldn't get into Wolfram's head to answer such questions, but he knew he would have to shape up before this new zero-tolerance Wolfram. Suddenly, Erik was realizing his childish feud with Battista wasn't getting either of them nearer to a promotion. Actually it was thrusting them both back. They were beginning to look like little 7 year olds fighting. God, how could Erik have been so stupid to be lured into this...this...game!

Soon though the doors opened and another man stepped into the room. He strolled right into the middle of the two Obersturmfuhrers and announced himself to the Sturmbannfuhrer. "Herr Sturmbannführer, Ich bin Hauptsturmführer Kriegheld," "euer neuen Stellvertreter." The new second in command of the 2nd Waffen SS Division announced. And there it was. What should be the end of this fight between the two Obersturmfuhrers. Someone else had filled the gap in the rank ladder and there was nothing to fight for anymore. Erik cleared his throat, which seemed to gain attention of the men in the room. He then turned on his heels and faced Battista and saluted him. He then lowered his arm and then extended it outwards for a handshake. "Ich entschuldige mich Obersturmfuhrer Battista. Ich verwirkliche, daß ich einen Fehler kämpfend mit Ihnen machte. Es war dumm und childish. Wenn Sie meine Entschuldigung annehmen, möglicherweise, das diese vollständige Zerreißprobe vereinbart wird und schließlich können wir Freund… Brüder sein. Was auch immer es ist, benennen sich Kameraden diese Tage. "

Translations:

"Ich entschuldige mich Obersturmfuhrer Battista. Ich verwirkliche, daß ich einen Fehler kämpfend mit Ihnen machte. Es war dumm und childish. Wenn Sie meine Entschuldigung annehmen, möglicherweise, das diese vollständige Zerreißprobe vereinbart wird und schließlich können wir Freund… Brüder sein. Was auch immer es ist, benennen sich Kameraden diese Tage. "
-"I apologize Obersturmfuhrer Battista. I realize I made a mistake fighting with you. It was stupid and childish. If you accept my apology perhaps this whole ordeal will be settled and finally we can be friends...brothers. Whatever it is comrades call themselves these days. "

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Closed due to Inactivity!
Following CP has been issued!

CPT. Wolfram: 15CP

Lt. Schneider: 12CP

Lt. Battista: 10CP

CPT. Hartwig: 12CP

~Danny[/color]