Week 1, progress report

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

Edzard placed the wrench on the ground as he began to crawl under the tank once more. He wanted to grab the coin and send it whizzing in to the back of that guys head, but thought it low and ungentlemanly like. As he knelt down, something shiny caught the corner of his eye. As he turned he pulled his hands to his chest very quickly, barely in time to catch the object, it was a flask. Edzard looked at the Captain in a bewildered way. Wolfram drinks? he thought before the Captain told him he had deserved a break. Then he pieced it together and realized it wasn't Wolfram's at all. "How about I just wait for that sink, sir. Then I'll christen it with whatever is in here, sir." he gave a small wink, but the Captain had turned toward the Medical Officer that had entered and probably didn't notice.

Edzard had smiled the whole time that Golodkowski had dug himself a hole with the Doctor and when the Doctor put him in his place. Not a very observant individual is he? he smirked slightly as it passed through his mind. He disappeared under the tank once last time and set about finishing up with the tracks.

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

As the Sturmscharführer left the garage, Hauptsturmführer Wolfram had a stone face. He then calmed down and greeted Doctor Vlakte, who replied in just the same manner, "Guten Abend , Herr Hauptsturmführer. I was just coming to introduce myself you when I walked in on this. Might I ask, how did he get such a high rank with an attitude such as that?" Docto Vlakte knew it wasn't his business to ask such things, but he was too disgusted with the man to care.

Hauptsturmführer Wolram turned back to the Unterscharführer, working on the tank, and handed him a flask. He turned back and asked Doctor Vlakte if he had been shown his quarters. The doctor answered him in a polite manner; as he knew that the Hauptsturmführer was still seething underneath. "Nein, Herr Hauptsturmführer. I arrived here at 11.00 and I've been inspecting the field-hospital all afternoon. It seems we're low on morphine; I need to visit the Quartermaster before I do anything else. The last thing we need is an allied attack to happen, only to find we're out of morphine." Doctor Vlakte was still stunned with the ill-behaviour he had seen earlier, but he looked to Wolfram calmly.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

The Hauptsturmführer smiled subtly as he listened to the Doctor politely talk back; It made a big difference after the small childish outburst he’d just witnessed, surprisingly, Hauptsturmführer Wolfram hadn’t unclipped his knife and silenced the man by ridding him of his fowl tongue. He showed more disrespect than any Jew he’d ever faced - and that was certainly saying something in Wolfram’s eyes.

Glancing back momentarily, he laughed slightly towards the Unterscharführer and smiled, indeed, they could christen the sink with that filth - he wasn’t even sure there was any alcohol in it, probably a cocktail of, well, who knows. Looking towards the Doctor again, he exhaled lengthily as the man inquired to how he had such a healthy Sergeant rank; the matter blew Wolfram’s mind too, he was utterly unsure himself. “Ich habe keinen Anhaltspunkt Doktor Vlakte, aber er hat sicher seine zusätzlichen Aufschläge und Kragendekoration von mir nicht verdient - er ist am wahrscheinlichsten der Sohn von einem reichen Bastard” said the Hauptsturmführer in a mild mannered tone, as he continued to fiddle with his gloved fingers, idly somewhat.

Shedding a half broken smile towards the Doctor, he nodded slowly as he listened to the man announce the shortage on morphine. A wild thought ran though his head momentarily, as he thought of a nearby concentration camp that regularly had a trade-route of first aid materials being delivered there; it wasn’t too often, but perhaps monthly and the stock in which they gathered from the field hospital could be put to better use, than on German Guards and Overworked Jews in the factory they had milling out raw weapon components and ammunition. “Ich werde ein Wort mit Obersturmbannführer Heinz auf der Materie haben, darf ich falsch sein, aber ich bin ziemlich sicher Ihr Feldlazarett versorgt eine nahegelegene überarbeitete jüdische Fabrik und Konzentration lagern mit medizinische Materialien monatlich... Selbstverständlich würden diese besser, auf unseren Soldaten zu benutzen, als die Ungeziefer gestellt werden. Dies sollte helfen, Ihren Problemdoktor zu lösen” he said with that half broken smile again.

Briskly, he lifted his hand and perhaps out of the blue suddenly introduced himself. “Wie unverschämt von mir, bin ich Hauptsturmführer Wolfram - während Sie schon, zum Waffen SS, Da Reich wissen! Als für Ihren billeting Doktor, werde ich persönlich Ihnen Ihren lebenden Platz zeigen und werde Sie einige Persönlichen Referenten für die Zeitdauer Ihres Aufenthalts lassen zuteilen” he said firmly, awaiting a good firm handshake from the good Doctor himself, knowing he’d be a great asset to the Division with his expertise.


Translations:[/b]

Ich habe keinen Anhaltspunkt Doktor Vlakte, aber er hat sicher seine zusätzlichen Aufschläge und Kragendekoration von mir nicht verdient - er ist am wahrscheinlichsten der Sohn von einem reichen Bastard
~ I haven't a clue Doctor Vlakte, but he certainly didn't earn his extra lapels and collar decoration from me - he's most likely the son of a rich bastard

Ich werde ein Wort mit Obersturmbannführer Heinz auf der Materie haben, darf ich falsch sein, aber ich bin ziemlich sicher Ihr Feldlazarett versorgt eine nahegelegene überarbeitete jüdische Fabrik und Konzentration lagern mit medizinische Materialien monatlich... Selbstverständlich würden diese besser, auf unseren Soldaten zu benutzen, als die Ungeziefer gestellt werden. Dies sollte helfen, Ihren Problemdoktor zu lösen.
I'll have a word with Obersturmbannführer Heinz on the matter, I may be wrong, but I'm pretty sure your field hospital supplies a nearby overworked Jewish factory and concentration camp with medical materials monthly... Of course, these would be put to better use on our soldiers, than those vermin. This should help solve your problem Doctor.

Wie unverschämt von mir, bin ich Hauptsturmführer Wolfram - während Sie schon, zum Waffen SS, Da Reich wissen! Als für Ihren billeting Doktor, werde ich persönlich Ihnen Ihren lebenden Platz zeigen und werde Sie einige Persönlichen Referenten für die Zeitdauer Ihres Aufenthalts lassen zuteilen.
~ How rude of me, I'm Hauptsturmführer Wolfram - as you already know, to the Waffen SS, Das Reich! As for your billeting Doctor, I will personally show you your living space and have you assigned some Personal assistants for the duration of your stay.

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

Luckily for Doctor Vlakte, Hauptsturmführer Wolfram answered his question of Sergeant-Major Golodkowski's, rather than telling to mind his business. Hauptsturmführer Wolfram obviously did not approve of the man's behaviour. Doctor Vlakte gave a slight smile, glad that he had not gotten onto the Hauptsturmführer's bad side.

Wolfram continued, after a slight turn to one of the engineers, stating that Doctor Vlakte would be able to take some morphine from the Red Cross shipment that went to a factory where Jews worked, making ammunition and weaponry for the German war effort. It wasn't surprising to Doctor Vlakte that the man was racist; he knew it was hard to be in the SS without being racist. The doctor had only gotten in the SS because of his proffesion, not his political views. However, he reasoned that at a factory, as useful as a sulphur powder was, morphine was not a needed drug, since there were few major injuries that required a doctor to knock a patient out in a factory. The Doctor knew more lives would be saved if used in the field hospital than the factory. He felt he was still fulfilling the Hipocratic Oath. He adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses. "Danke, Haupsturmführer. I will contact the factory right away. There is a radio in the Divisional HQ, yes?"

Doctor Vlakte walked towards the door and looked back at the Hauptsturmführer. "Herr Hauptsturmführer, why don't we go to the HQ? I'll take care of the morphine, then you can show me the officer's barracks?" Doctor Vlakte asked. He motioned towards the door, waiting to see what his new Commanding Officer would do.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Softly placing his hands up behind his back, the Haupsturmführer quietly watched the Doctor after he’d suggested an alternative to cutting down the used supply of morphine and perhaps saving his field hospital in general a good deal of medical equipment for the true men and woman that deserved it. The pesky Jews were vermin in his eyes, the Haupsturmführer was never political when he first started off as a Untersturmführer not too long ago, but his superiors and the SS Regime grew a tighter hold upon him and soon enough he became enlightened to their ethnic cleansing to the Fatherland - the world! Some could possibly call the National Socialist Movement, the Nazi Party a shamble, a bunch of mad political figure heads! But Wolfram knew this world would be demoralised and filth in the near future if they didn’t act now…

“Ja haben Doktor Vlakte, wir praktisches Radio in unserem Hauptquartier” the Haupsturmführer replied in accordance to his question, before watching as the man insinuated on leaving immediately then. Rafael coldly stood still for a moment, before nodding in gesture as he quietly and politely said “Selbstverständlich Doktor, gibt nur mich einen Moment”, before he twisted upon his heels to look upon his glorious tank one more time, grinning to himself. Taking a glance around the room at the numerous men of his helping the Unterscharführer achieve his goal in approving the tank’s overhaul, he pleasingly smiled to himself, before giving his attention towards the Doctor again, as if he had to make one last inspection to the work undergoing, just to please himself more than anything else.

Stepping from off his mark, he approached the doorway and nodded towards the Doctor somewhat again “Wir gehen am besten dann Doktor Vlakte, ist Zeit von der Substanz” he uttered out with a grin, winking some as he stepped through the opened door, his hands firmly up behind his back still as he strode out, awaiting the Doctor to follow… Perhaps it was wise to get his Division seen too as-well at some point? He had to make sure his men were in healthy order before their upcoming advancements were to begin towards the battle front.


Translations:

Ja haben Doktor Vlakte, wir praktisches Radio in unserem Hauptquartier
~ Yes Doctor Vlakte, we have functional radio in our headquarters

Selbstverständlich Doktor, gibt nur mich einen Moment
~ Of course Doctor, just give me one moment

Wir gehen am besten dann Doktor Vlakte, ist Zeit von der Substanz.
~ We best be going then Doctor Vlakte, time is of the essence.

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

OOC: I think this is probably the end of the thread, unless something happens.

Doctor Vlakte watched Captain Wolfram put his hands behind his back. He said a working radio was in the HQ and turned to his tank. Doctor Vlakte now knew his men weren't joking when they said he loved his tank like a bar wench loves to drink. The thought brought a small smile to Doctor Vlakte's face, as unseemly as it was. Captain Wolfram turned from the tank and walked past Doctor Vlakte towards the door. The captain said it was time to leave. "Of course, Hauptsturmführer, I'm coming."

Doctor Vlakte followed closely behind. I have done myself justice, he thought as the two walked out the door.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:

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The following CP has been issued and for future reference, do not PM me to close threads. A majority of the threads finished throughout the week is closed and issued CP towards the end of the week. This way we can concerntrate on mod-marking and handing out bulk CP, so you guys don't go spending it on silly little things. Rather you guys bought bigger items.

SGT. Crimm: 12CP

CPT. Wolfram: 12CP

Med' OFF'. Vlakte: 8CP

SGT, MAJ'. Golodkowski: 10CP
~ Although your character is arrogant, ignorant and so forth - Rafael has also asked me to include a small warning. This isn't anything Official, more of an Un-Official warning regarding the following;

(Roughly quoted)

- Anymore disrespect shown to his men and himself, as your Commanding Officer and he will have you removed from his Division with punishments included. It's one thing to show a lack of respect to the man, but another whole issue to show a lack of respect to the rank and uniform. Particularly the men you're to serve with.

So frankly, he's saying, be more respectful or encounter demotions/punishments that will blackname you. Guess if your character is going to be arrogant and ignorant, it should be aimed towards the enemy, not your own superiors and comrades.

~Danny[/color]