Briefing With Gruppenführer Jaggen!

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Mind if I control Gruppenführer Jaggen, as I’m going to be creating the big battle?


“SIE TÄUSCHEN! Wir marschieren die neunte Armee durch Belgien!” aggressively shouted one of the Gruppenführer’s (General Lieutenant) from one of the heavy duty guarded rooms along the concrete corridor, a few wandering eyes outside sharing concerned looks as they awkwardly shifted upon their heels, briskly turning their gaze or quietly muttering to a fellow comrade; making it look as if they aren’t listening to the briefing on-going in one of the rooms, highly decorated with Generals.

Briskly Hauptsturmführer Wolfram walked along the corridor, abruptly being stopped by an on-duty Officer sitting behind his desk at the beginning of the corridor, who looked up nonchalantly and slowly, staring at the Hauptsturmführer with little interest as he slowly placed his pencil down upon the desk. “Heil Hitler! - Ich bin Hauptsturmführer Wolfram, der von meinem Obersturmführers vom Waffen-SS ‚Da Reich‘ 2. Panzer Teilung begleitet wird. Wir sind auch sieht Gruppenführer Jaggen” sternly and effeminately announced Hauptsturmführer, who held his hand out momentarily whilst he spoke in a salute, before standing straight and looking at the tiresome man behind his desk who slowly stood and raised his hand weakly in a half-bothered salute, before pulling a bothersome look as he nodded to Rafael slowly.

“Gruppenführer Jaggen ist beschäftigt, aber Sie können draußen warten - verlässt Ihre Waffen hier” disgruntling said the middle-aged man, who tapped his pencil on the desk some, watching as Hauptsturmführer Wolfram slowly unravelled the strap to his MP40 over his head, before clunking the weaponry onto the Desk; the man behind the desk smirked a little and pointed towards Hauptsturmführer Wolfram’s belt, uttering out “Ihr Messer auch Hauptsturmführer und erhält Ihre Männer sich zu beeilen - sie rufen mich mit solcher langen Handhabung von ihren Waffen hervor” entailed the grumpy officer behind the desk, as his long draped eyes stared towards the Obersturmführers, before quickly, he snapped his finger towards a nearby guard to put the weapons into one of the lockers.

Looking towards his subordinates, Hauptsturmführer Wolfram phased a daunting look of his own and quietly spoke, almost as if it were whispering “Reden Sie die Männer hier mit Ihrer vollen Rücksicht, sie alle übertreffen mich an und den ich kann illafford irgendeine Degradierungen oder streitend sich für meine Teilung, auf rührende Botengänge gestellt zu werden” said Rafael with a firm look, before turning towards the open corridor and taking the first step forwards, feeling the eerie looks from the guards littering a majority of the doors.



Translations:[/b]

SIE TÄUSCHEN! Wir marschieren die neunte Armee durch Belgien!
~ YOU FOOLS! We march the ninth army through Belgium!

Heil Hitler! - Ich bin Hauptsturmführer Wolfram, der von meinem Obersturmführers vom Waffen-SS ‚Da Reich‘ 2. Panzer Teilung begleitet wird. Wir sind auch sieht Gruppenführer Jaggen.
~ Heil Hitler! - I am Hauptsturmführer Wolfram, accompanied by my Obersturmführers of the Waffen-SS 'Das Reich' 2nd Panzer Division. We are too see Gruppenführer Jaggen.

Gruppenführer Jaggen ist beschäftigt, aber Sie können draußen warten - verlässt Ihre Waffen hier.
~ Gruppenführer Jaggen is busy, but you can wait outside - leave your weapons here.

Ihr Messer auch Hauptsturmführer und erhält Ihre Männer sich zu beeilen - sie rufen mich mit solcher langen Handhabung von ihren Waffen hervor
~ Your knife too Hauptsturmführer and get your men to hurry up - they provoke me with such long handling of their weaponry

Reden Sie die Männer hier mit Ihrer vollen Rücksicht, sie alle übertreffen mich an und den ich kann illafford irgendeine Degradierungen oder streitend sich für meine Teilung, auf rührende Botengänge gestellt zu werden.
~ Address the men here with your full respect, they all outrank me and I can illafford any demotions or squabbling for my division to be put on pathetic errands.

[∬: Erik Schneider]

The young Obersturmfuhrer obediently followed his Haupsturmfuhrer into the Reich Headquarters. In all honestly, the place was a bit frightening sometimes. With the power of some of the men in here, if you even shook their hand a little too hard, you could be gone forever...just like that. Erik chuckled at the thought. He wondered if maybe even Hitler himself were wondering these halls or even Heinrich Himmler. It was always quite a possibility.

"Heil Hitler! - Ich bin Hauptsturmführer Wolfram, der von meinem Obersturmführers vom Waffen-SS ‚Da Reich‘ 2. Panzer Teilung begleitet wird. Wir sind auch sieht Gruppenführer Jaggen." Erik followed in unison, giving a salute and praising
the great Hitler as well. "Gruppenführer Jaggen ist beschäftigt, aber Sie können draußen warten - verlässt Ihre Waffen hier." Erik slowly removed the K98 rifle from his right shoulder. He made sure the strap was still tightly secured and then gently placed the rifle down upon the table. He was always gentle with his weapon. It was like his baby practically.

"Reden Sie die Männer hier mit Ihrer vollen Rücksicht, sie alle übertreffen mich an und den ich kann illafford irgendeine Degradierungen oder streitend sich für meine Teilung, auf rührende Botengänge gestellt zu werden. " Slowly, he nodded his head. He knew the dangers of...mistreating a higher ranking officer... especially the ranks that were extremely HIGH over your head. Like the man they were sent here to see. Gruppenführer Jaggen. He would be a site to behold. The great Gruppenführer Jaggen. Erik had heard so much about the man.

"Ja Herr Haupsturmfuhrer." Erik would not be foolish within the halls of these headquarters. He would not talk back. He would not disturb any higher-ranking officers. He would not get himself into trouble. You don't want trouble with Nazis. Erik followed his commanding officer into the corridor. The cold eyes of guards seemed to stare right into his soul. Erik shuttered.


TRANSLATIONS:

"Ja Herr Haupsturmfuhrer."
- Yes Herr Hauptsurmfuhrer.

[nazariobattista]

Nazario glared at the the man behind the desk. He rarely found himself in a situation where he was surrounded by those of higher rank, but now seemed to be one of those occasions. Nazario disliked the situation.

The only soldier of a similar rank was the troublesome Erik Schneider, who Nazario saw as little more than an annoyance. He wasn't a true rival. He was like an annoying fly buzzing around Nazario's head. But soon enough, the fly would be caught in a web, and death would be his reward. Nazario smiled maliciously as he imagined the same fate upon Schneider. But it would never happen. Schneider was, Nazario grudgingly admitted, a good soldier and since he had recieved a small platoon of his own men, he had grown far too confident in his own abilities.

Nazario was waiting for the moment when Schneider would say the wrong thing during the meeting. Maybe just sneeze while Jaggen was in the middle of a speech. Even something as small as that could see young Erik getting a severe disciplining. Nazario licked his lips. He could hardly wait.

The Italian reluctantly placed his weapon on the table and realised how strange he felt without a gun in his hands. He hesitated, feeling almost naked without his weapon, before following Wolfram, attempting to avoid contact with Schneider by any means neccesary.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

The Hauptsturmführer’s breathing slowly became a little deeper, as he inhaled through his nose lengthily and exhaled long and quietly to himself. It was indeed nerve-racking to be in such a highly decorated place and to catch glimpses of uniformed older men wandering from room to room in the small distance, established with medals and insignia that could have his neck-wrung at the lisp of a word! No evidence needed! It was truly worrying and Hauptsturmführer Wolfram kept his head down somewhat as he walked along, his boots clicking in sync with perfectly timed intervals between each step, he’d been taught well!

Taking a slow glance behind himself, he shared a nervous look towards his two Obersturmführers; this would most likely be the first and last time they’ll see their Hauptsturmführer nervous. It was a rarity to see such emotion from him and even now, he stubbornly pulled his lips straight and tucked his chin up, concealing the gut feeling of his worry. For all he knew, his division could soon be walking into a ludicrous battle or they could be walking into a highly thought-out and planned battle, that would exceed them victory with all the biggest brains put together here! Somehow, he wished he could believe that. His Division was still relatively new, they lacked armour and valuable experienced Soldiers; Only half of his division had seen battle so far and those worthy of promotions, well, became ignored. Sad to say.

Slowing his pace, his body came to a stop outside of a large wooden door, with two guards cradling their rifles against each of their shoulders. Standing still for a moment and observing the name on the door, engraved against a gold platter, Rafael nodded to himself and turned to his two subordinate officers, just about to quickly prepare them for the man they were to meet, until -- “STEIGEN Sie AUS! Sie beleidigen mich mit Ihrem Wort des Rückzugs - Sie werden wieder in den frontlines eintreten und dort Sie werden bleiben! GEHEN Sie JETZT!”[/i] angrily shouted Gruppenführer Jaggen, who swung the door open in mid-flow of his aggressive shouting towards a young Officer and his assistant, who stood with their backs straight, immediately clicking their boots together with a quick “Herr Gruppenführer”[/b], before walking out of the room quickly, giving the three men outside embarrassed looks as they passed.

“Sie - Wer sind Sie!?”[/b] questioned the Gruppenführer who held the door open. The man had slicked back hair and must’ve been in his late forties, his chest bared medals and ribbons of all the men he’d lead into combat and no doubt killed in pure honour for the Aryan race. Suddenly standing straight and holding his hand up to salute, Rafael spoke quickly as to not irritate the man any further “Hauptsturmführer Wolfram, Waffen-SS Zweit Panzer Teilung, ‚Da Reich‘! - Diese sind mein Mitmit Obersturmführer. Sie haben uns für eine Anweisung aufgefordert, Herr Gruppenführer.” foretold Rafael, as he stood there awaiting the man’s verdict or memory to kick in… He seemed to be busy enough…

Quietly thinking for a moment, Gruppenführer Jaggen nodded and pulled the door open fully, gesturing for them to come in as he without a word, stepped away from the door and slowly began to approach his desk. The man didn’t look too happy and when his back turned to the Hauptsturmführer upon his walk to the desk, Rafael quickly looked to his men and silently pointed into the room for them to walk into quickly, trying not to get them into trouble or himself for that matter. Walking in after the Gruppenführer, he stood straight at the desk and awaited the man to confront them, as he idly took more interest in getting a good cigar first…


Translations:[/b]

STEIGEN Sie AUS! Sie beleidigen mich mit Ihrem Wort des Rückzugs - Sie werden wieder in den frontlines eintreten und dort Sie werden bleiben! GEHEN Sie JETZT!
~ GET OUT! You insult me with your word of retreat - You will rejoin the frontlines and there you shall stay! NOW GO!

Sie - Wer sind Sie!?
~ You - Who are you!?

Hauptsturmführer Wolfram, Waffen-SS Zweit Panzer Teilung, ‚Da Reich‘! - Diese sind mein Mitmit Obersturmführer. Sie haben uns für eine Anweisung aufgefordert, Herr Gruppenführer.
~ Hauptsturmführer Wolfram, Waffen-SS Second Panzer Division, 'Das Reich!' - These are my fellow associate Obersturmführers. You summoned us for a briefing, Herr Gruppenführer.

[∬: Erik Schneider]

With each step the young Obersturmfuhrer took, he became a little more nervous. He had learned to hide these emotions long ago. He merely trotted along, attempting to walk exactly as his commanding officer Wolfram was, with a straight, cold, and hard face. He didn't flinch. He barely blinked. Erik looked as if he were a robot, wandering the halls of the great Reich Headquarters. But then, Wolfram looked back at the two...nervously. The look on his face was enough to shock Erik so much, that he couldn't show a little fear himself. It was such a painful thing to see even your commanding officer had a little fear.

Erik wondered what thoughts were running through Battista and Wolfram's heads. Wolfram was probably nervous for his men. He didn't want to screw up in here and jeopardize the division, because of it. Battista...well Battista was probably just hoping Erik would do something stupid and this competition would come to a quick halt. Erik shook his head at that thought. He would never be stupid enough to disrespect anyone in this building.

The long, narrow corridor was littered with closed doors, guards, and paintings. That was all the eye could see for feet and feet and feet. Erik pondered where this hallway ended. He had seemed to have zoned out. His body seemed to been set into a mode or something. He walked perfectly, his back straight, his boots clicking, and everything. He didn't realize he was doing such though. He was just walking while his mind seemed to be separated from the body.

This "mode" ended though, once the three men had reached their destination. "STEIGEN Sie AUS! Sie beleidigen mich mit Ihrem Wort des Rückzugs - Sie werden wieder in den frontlines eintreten und dort Sie werden bleiben! GEHEN Sie JETZT! " Erik abruptly stopped. He stood in silence behind his commanding officer, his face drained of all emotion once more. "Sie - Wer sind Sie!? "

"Hauptsturmführer Wolfram, Waffen-SS Zweit Panzer Teilung, ‚Da Reich‘! - Diese sind mein Mitmit Obersturmführer. Sie haben uns für eine Anweisung aufgefordert, Herr Gruppenführer. " Wolfram respectfully replied, saluting Jaggen. Erik followed in unison, straightening his back and raising his arm before him.

Without a word, Gruppenführer Jaggen invited the two Obersturmfuhrers, and the Haupsturmfuhrer into his office. Wolfram pointed towards the room, and Erik nodded, following him into the office. The door was closed behind them, and Jaggen sat down, intent on smoking his cigar.

[nazariobattista]

Nazario followed Wolfram and Schneider into Jaggen's majestic office, hoping, perhaps unfairly, that his rival would somehow trip up as he entered. It was unlikely for someone as stiff as Erik but still, Nazario could dream.

"Hauptsturmführer Wolfram, Waffen-SS Zweit Panzer Teilung, Da Reich‘! - Diese sind mein Mitmit Obersturmführer. Sie haben uns für eine Anweisung aufgefordert, Herr Gruppenführer," said Wolfram, introducing Nazario and Schneider to the Gruppenführer, who seemed more interested in his cigar than the new arrivals.

Nazario waited for Jaggen to say something. Anything. But he remained silent, not recognising the Italian's presence whatsoever. Hoping that he wouldn't be reprimanded for speaking out of turn, Nazario turned towards the Gruppenführer and saluted.

"Heil Hitler," said Nazario firmly, eying the German up and down, wondering whether he would be rewarded or shot down for his statement.

Whatever happened, Nazario would not embarass himself in front of Schneider. If he was going down, then he would take his rival down with him.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

The Gruppenführer’s eyes slithered from each of the men now littering his room, whilst his idle devilish pale white and long bony fingers twirled his cigar slowly, as if savouring the feel of something pleasurable to smoke. Silence was an awkward feeling to have within the room, but the Gruppenführer fed from their nervousness and fear, he truly was a menace and his deep hawk-like eyes, defined by the hard cheekbones and low brow showed just how evil this man could possibly be; No doubt, the SS-Gruppenführer had his fingers poking into genocide affairs concerning dear Heinrich Himmler’s slaughtering of the Jews… You could just tell the SS Man held many barbaric stories behind his thick skull.

Suddenly, Obersturmführer Battista saluted and barked out “Heil Hitler!”[/b], the silence broke and Hauptsturmführer Wolfram’s eyes tried not to stray from looking straight and standing tall, awaiting to be briefed on why they were summoned. Narrowing his eyes upon Battista, the Gruppenführer leant forwards over his desk and stared at the man, but without opening his lips or saluting back, he slowly looked towards the Hauptsturmführer and chirped a small laugh, pointing at Obersturmführer Battista to say “Er ist eifrig! Ich mag das, sollte jeder SS-Mann nicht denken! Gehorchen Sie nur, gehorchen Sie, gehorchen Sie! Er ist gut gelehrt”[/i] said the Gruppenführer, as he slowly closed his mouth from the small laugh, concealing his sharp jagged teeth again.

Looking at Hauptsturmführer Wolfram, who didn’t even reply or acknowledge the Gruppenführer’s snide remark about not thinking and only obeying, he slowly stood from behind the desk and began to pull open one of the desk drawers, sliding out a folder marked with “WAFFEN-SS, DAS REICH!”. Hauptsturmführer Wolfram Swallowed hard, only imagining the things they’d kept in that folder. However, the Gruppenführer continued, as he opened it up and slid out some photos, followed by a short map with loads of markings and scribbles along the bottom and side. Notes on something… Perhaps structures?

“Sitzen Sie - Sitzt! Wir haben viel, zu diskutieren”[/b] uttered out the Gruppenführer as he remained standing, watching as Rafael looked to his two associate Officers and slowly pulled up a chair, sitting slowly. “Ist unsere Teilung, fortzuschreiten, Herr Gruppenführer?” questioned Hauptsturmführer Wolfram with a keen eye, as he glanced towards the documents on the table. The Gruppenführer laughed and clapped his hands a little sarcastically, before thumping his finger down against the photo, leaning over the desk to say “Nein Nr.. Sie sind, auf zu bewegen, und einige wichtigen Ziele Hauptsturmführer zu halten, Ihre Teilung ist zu beweisen, dass es Selbst ist, das würdig ist zum penertrating des frontlines ab noch! So werden Sie eine sehr wichtige Stadt innerhalb Normandie, Frankreich babysitten! Halten Sie die Beförderungen von den Alliierten in ihren Spuren, auf deshalb DÜRFEN wir durch STOSSEN!”[/i] briskly spat out the Gruppenführer as he shook his fist with a prideful spirit, before looking towards the Obersturmführers for their reaction, as Hauptsturmführer Wolfram merely stared.

Tossing the photograph towards Hauptsturmführer Wolfram, the Gruppenführer stood straight and began to walk towards a small glass of brandy placed upon a side cabinet in the room. Rafael looked at the detailed photo within his grasp and shook his head somewhat, they were to baby-sit a town and stop the Allied advancements!?


Translations:[/b]

Er ist eifrig! Ich mag das, sollte jeder SS-Mann nicht denken! Gehorchen Sie nur, gehorchen Sie, gehorchen Sie! Er ist gut gelehrt.
~ He is eager! I like that, every SS-Man should not think! Just obey, obey, obey! He is taught well.

Sitzen Sie - Sitzt! Wir haben viel, zu diskutieren.
~ Sit - Sit! We have much to discuss.

Ist unsere Teilung, fortzuschreiten, Herr Gruppenführer?
~ Is our Division to advance, Herr Gruppenführer?

Nein Nr.. Sie sind, auf zu bewegen, und einige wichtigen Ziele Hauptsturmführer zu halten, Ihre Teilung ist zu beweisen, dass es Selbst ist, das würdig ist zum penertrating des frontlines ab noch! So werden Sie eine sehr wichtige Stadt innerhalb Normandie, Frankreich babysitten! Halten Sie die Beförderungen von den Alliierten in ihren Spuren, auf deshalb DÜRFEN wir durch STOSSEN!
~ No, No... You are to move up and hold some important objectives Hauptsturmführer, your Division is to prove it's self worthy for penertrating the frontlines as of yet! So you will babysit a very important town within Normandy, France! Stop the advancements of the Allies in their tracks, so we may PUSH through!

[∬: Erik Schneider]

The young Obersturmfuhrer observed the room before him. There was a bookcase littered with books, a finely crafted wooden desk, a few chairs scattered around the room, and smooth carpet, a few windows for light, and even some assorted pictures on the right side of the room of victories and accomplishments and such. All and all, it seemed like a friendly office. But...you would would otherwise upon seeing the man behind the desk. His extremely pale skin looked absolutely atrocious when compared to his black uniform. Erik almost gagged.

The well aged Gruppenfuhrer puffed away at the cigar. The smoke almost danced upwards towards the ceiling. Out of nowhere, Obersturmfuhrer Battista saluted and blurted out, "Heil Hitler!". It seemed to break the tension. Jaggen merely laughed and made a remark to Wolfram, Er ist eifrig! Ich mag das, sollte jeder SS-Mann nicht denken! Gehorchen Sie nur, gehorchen Sie, gehorchen Sie! Er ist gut gelehrt. The competition was beginning to favor Battista. Erik almost scowled.

Haupsturmfuhrer Wolfram didn't say a word, however. Jaggen pulled open a drawer on this desk, and searched around until he found a folder labeled with "WAFFEN-SS, DAS REICH!". Erik's mind ran wild without imaginations of whatever ly within the folder. In a matter of seconds though, the Gruppenfuhrer tore open the folder and scattered some photos and a large map with many notes out on his table. Erik scanned the photographs and observed the map as best he could from the distance. It was a town, but Erik was uncertain where. Were they to take it? Were they to defend it?

"Sitzen Sie - Sitzt! Wir haben viel, zu diskutieren. " Jaggen welcomed, almost ordering, the men to sit down. Gladly, Erik followed his commanding officer and plopped down in the chair. Eagerly, he leaned forward awaiting the details. "Ist unsere Teilung, fortzuschreiten, Herr Gruppenführer? ", Wolfram queried. The response...well it wasn't so kind. Jaggen only chuckled and clapped is hands as if Wolfram had made a joke. It didn't amuse the men at all...

"Nein Nr.. Sie sind, auf zu bewegen, und einige wichtigen Ziele Hauptsturmführer zu halten, Ihre Teilung ist zu beweisen, dass es Selbst ist, das würdig ist zum penertrating des frontlines ab noch! So werden Sie eine sehr wichtige Stadt innerhalb Normandie, Frankreich babysitten! Halten Sie die Beförderungen von den Alliierten in ihren Spuren, auf deshalb DÜRFEN wir durch STOSSEN!" Jaggen explained. Ah so they were headed out for Normandy then. France would be a...welcome change from Germany. Although the thought of such was a little embarrassing. Apparently, the division was not capable or respected enough to do something a little more important so they were...defending a town.

[nazariobattista]

Nazario took a seat alongside Wolfram and Schneider, pleased that his gamble had come through for him. Despite this, he felt patronised by the superior Gruppenführer. He would never earn Jaggen's respect if he saw him as an over-enthusiastic teenager. Nazario was driven from his thoughts by Wolfram who was nervously asking a question.

"Ist unsere Teilung, fortzuschreiten, Herr Gruppenführer?" questioned Wolfram, getting straight to the point. A shiver went through Nazario's spine. This was it...

Jaggen answered with a booming laugh. Nazario was shocked. This man was mocking Captain Rafael Wolfram. No one else would have dared...

"Nein Nr.. Sie sind, auf zu bewegen, und einige wichtigen Ziele Hauptsturmführer zu halten, Ihre Teilung ist zu beweisen, dass es Selbst ist, das würdig ist zum penertrating des frontlines ab noch! So werden Sie eine sehr wichtige Stadt innerhalb Normandie, Frankreich babysitten! Halten Sie die Beförderungen von den Alliierten in ihren Spuren, auf deshalb DÜRFEN wir durch STOSSEN!" stated Jaggen sternly.

Nazario hung onto his every word. He was not yet 100% fluent in German and the Gruppenführer had said quite a mouthful. The Italian knew the gist of the orders, however, but this didn't make him particularly happy about it.

Apparently the division was yet to prove itself. That was ridiciolous! It was common knowledge that Wolfram had led his men onto the field of victory countless times before and Nazario, a relative novice, had won a couple of hard-fought skirmishes in his time.

So, they were to "babysit" a town within Normandy, eh? Better weather than Germany, Nazario supposed. But he was disappointed. Wolfram had practically promised him that they would be advancing. To merely defend a small town seemed...an anti-climax.

Nazario sighed under his breath. He would have to make the most of it, he supposed.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

The Hauptsturmführer’s head slowly dropped, his face staring down upon the photograph and edited birds eye-view map of the area they were to seize and for the Gruppenführer’s men to push through. So all of those battles, skirmishes and drawn out nights he done the work of the Waffen-SS’s bidding came down to this small conclusion, his Division wasn’t worthy enough!? Rafael’s temper began to brew and his teeth began to grind against one another within the confines of his mouth, he couldn’t step out of line with a Gruppenführer - he could inevitably be shot! Snap of the fingers and a quick signature on a piece of paper saying the Hauptsturmführer disobeyed orders and he’d be shot on grounds of treason to the Fatherland! That simple!

Gruppenführer Jaggen began to hum to himself a little, as he made more of an effort to get the right volume of substance into his small brandy glass, his efforts and senses all put into getting just the right glass-full. The patronising pig had already insulted him on grounds of having an ‘eager’ Obersturmfuhrer, as if his associate Officer were brainwashed for the benefit of the Fatherland… Obedience they called it! Not to mention the further bruising of him proclaiming the ‘Das Reich!’ a shamble, not worthy for the frontal assault against the Allies - had this so called victorious Gruppenführer even bothered to read the detailed reports of his Division, by himself and his comrades on the battles they’d conquered.

Anrgily, Hauptsturmführer Wolfram sprung up from his seat quickly, almost in a manner that made him look like a jack-in-the-box, springing unexpectedly. Tossing the photographs and detailed papers onto the desk, he spat out “Und dies ist es!? Unsere Reihenfolgen sind, eine Stadt ein Frankreich zu halten! Meine Teilung ist sehr fähig von Einsickern des frontlines, haben wir viele Zahlen UND rüsten Herr Gruppenführer” foretold Hauptsturmführer Wolfram uncontrollably to a high superior, his temper getting the better off him as he stood there, sternly straightening his posture as the Gruppenführer ever so slowly and callously turned to face the onslaught spat out by the Hauptsturmführer.

Quietly, as if he didn’t hear it, Gruppenführer Jaggen moved up behind his desk again and placed his small glass of liquor onto the desktop, before giving a real firm stare towards Hauptsturmführer Wolfram. “Sie denken, dass ich unfähig von Lesen Hauptsturmführer bin? Sie bezweifeln MEIN Urteil auf diesen Verfahren!?” questioned Gruppenführer Jaggen as he leaned over the desk, his hands resting against the top of the desk grimly, but Hauptsturmführer Wolfram remained quiet and stood straight still, staring into the ceiling almost, as if to avoid his deadly stare. “Ich weiß alles über Ihr Schlachten Hauptsturmführer und Ihr Obersturmfuhrers eigentlich, der ist, warum ich persönlich mich vergewissert habe, dass Sie ein worhty Detail der Reihenfolgen erhalten haben! Sie werden diese Stadt Hauptsturmführer halten oder den ich werde sehen zu Ihre Teilung gestellt zu werden auf den frontlines in Russland!!! Ach wollen, Sie dort Hauptsturmführer nicht sein!”[/i] angrily spat back the Gruppenführer, who gradually fell backwards into his seat, annoyed by Hauptsturmführer Wolfram.



Translations:[/b]

Und dies ist es!? Unsere Reihenfolgen sind, eine Stadt ein Frankreich zu halten! Meine Teilung ist sehr fähig von Einsickern des frontlines, haben wir viele Zahlen UND rüsten Herr Gruppenführer.
~ And this is it!? Our orders are to hold a town a France! My Division is highly capable of infiltrating the frontlines, we have many numbers AND armour Herr Gruppenführer.

Sie denken, dass ich unfähig von Lesen Hauptsturmführer bin? Sie bezweifeln MEIN Urteil auf diesen Verfahren!?
~ You think I am incapable of reading Hauptsturmführer? You question MY judgement on these proceedings!?

Ich weiß alles über Ihr Schlachten Hauptsturmführer und Ihr Obersturmfuhrers eigentlich, der ist, warum ich persönlich mich vergewissert habe, dass Sie ein worhty Detail der Reihenfolgen erhalten haben! Sie werden diese Stadt Hauptsturmführer halten oder den ich werde sehen zu Ihre Teilung gestellt zu werden auf den frontlines in Russland!!! Ach wollen, Sie dort Hauptsturmführer nicht sein!
~ I know all about your battles Hauptsturmführer and your Obersturmfuhrers for that matter, which is why I personally made sure you got a worthy detail of orders! You WILL hold this town Hauptsturmführer or I will see to your Division being put on the frontlines in Russia!!! Oh, You do not want to be there Hauptsturmführer!

[∬: Erik Schneider]

It was an outrage. It was horrible for Erik's new division to be disrespected so much by this... Gruppenfuhrer...no this pig. Erik gritted his teeth as the man seemed to be content on his beverage. He probably cared more about that drink then Erik's whole division. He could tell the other two men with him, Wolfram and Battista, were probably angered by their "unworthiness". It was a miracle neither man had an outbreak right there on the spot. Everyone knew what would happen if they had done such though. This pig of a man would just laugh and send them out to the courtyard to be shot right there and then.


"Und dies ist es!? Unsere Reihenfolgen sind, eine Stadt ein Frankreich zu halten! Meine Teilung ist sehr fähig von Einsickern des frontlines, haben wir viele Zahlen UND rüsten Herr Gruppenführer.
" Hauptsturmfuhrer barked out. Erik prayed he would not get punished for such an outburst. He gave his commanding officer a look that suggested he should sit down before something...nasty happened. Over the past few weeks of serving with his new Haupsturmfuhrer, Erik had grown to respect him. He was a good man and a good leader. He disciplined his men, but he also cared for them. He believed them to beyond excellence, which was we he thought they should be sent to the front lines, to fight the allies head on. It would be a pity if Erik's new commanding officer was sentenced to treason and killed.

"Sie denken, dass ich unfähig von Lesen Hauptsturmführer bin? Sie bezweifeln MEIN Urteil auf diesen Verfahren!? Ich weiß alles über Ihr Schlachten Hauptsturmführer und Ihr Obersturmfuhrers eigentlich, der ist, warum ich persönlich mich vergewissert habe, dass Sie ein worhty Detail der Reihenfolgen erhalten haben! Sie werden diese Stadt Hauptsturmführer halten oder den ich werde sehen zu Ihre Teilung gestellt zu werden auf den frontlines in Russland!!! Ach wollen, Sie dort Hauptsturmführer nicht sein! "

Erik grimaced. He'd been to Russia before. He absolutely hated it. Jaggen slowly fell back into his chair, annoyed by Wolfram. But the Haupsturmfuhrer still stood straight and still. Erik wasn't a coward. He wouldn't let Wolfram stand alone against the Gruppenfuhrer. Erik shot up from his chair, standing straight and still just like Wolfram. Like usual, his emotions had been blocked out. "Herr Gruppenfuhrer Jaggen. Ich muß mit meinem Haupsturmfuhrer einverstanden sein. Diese Abteilung ist gut vorbereitet und gut ausgebildet. Ich habe die Männer gesehen. Sie sind bereit, eine grössere Verantwortlichkeit anzunehmen sitzen dann herum in einer Stadt, die daß die Verbündeten wartet, kommen. Wir können durch die verbündeten vorderen Linien drücken. Ich stehe neben meinem Haupsturmfuhrer in der Angelegenheit. "


Translations:

"Herr Gruppenfuhrer Jaggen. Ich muß mit meinem Haupsturmfuhrer einverstanden sein. Diese Abteilung ist gut vorbereitet und gut ausgebildet. Ich habe die Männer gesehen. Sie sind bereit, eine grössere Verantwortlichkeit anzunehmen sitzen dann herum in einer Stadt, die daß die Verbündeten wartet, kommen. Wir können durch die verbündeten vorderen Linien drücken. Ich stehe neben meinem Haupsturmfuhrer in der Angelegenheit. "
-Herr Gruppenfuhrer Jaggen. I must agree with my Haupsturmfuhrer. This division is well prepared and well trained. I have seen the men. They are ready to accept a greater responsibility then sit around in a town waiting for the Allies to come. We can push through the Allied front lines. I stand beside my Haupsturmfuhrer in the matter.

[nazariobattista]

OOC: OK, sorry about the English dialogue but my translation software's buggered itself up for the time being. I'll translate it to German as soon as possible.

Nazario surveyed the unfolding events cautiously. Of course he was disappointed not to be transported to the frontlines but he had enough sense not to speak up about it. And now Wolfram and Schneider had both done the very thing Nazario had never thought they would do. Disrespect a superior.

The Italian was in a lose-lose situation. If he stayed quiet, he would lose all of Wolfram's respect for his meekness. And if he opposed Jaggen...well...who knew what could happen?

"Herr Gruppenfuhrer Jaggen. Ich muß mit meinem Haupsturmfuhrer einverstanden sein. Diese Abteilung ist gut vorbereitet und gut ausgebildet. Ich habe die Männer gesehen. Sie sind bereit, eine grössere Verantwortlichkeit anzunehmen sitzen dann herum in einer Stadt, die daß die Verbündeten wartet, kommen. Wir können durch die verbündeten vorderen Linien drücken. Ich stehe neben meinem Haupsturmfuhrer in der Angelegenheit. " said Schneider, in what Nazario could have sworn was a rehearsed speech.

Nazario had to admit that Schneider was brave. Perhaps too brave. This nugget of information would fit in perfectly with Nazario's plans of dealing with the German rival. The Italian practically licked his lips in anticipation for that great moment where Schneider would fall into the darkness and he would rise to the top of the rank ladder. How would the "pure" Germans like it when he was in absolute power of them, he wondered.

But Nazario knew what he must do now. It was wrong for his division to be disrespected like this. He had seen the men work. Even Schneider was a skilled combatant; he had almost slain the infamous Daniel Brennan himself.

"My esteemed colleague is correct, sir," said Nazario clearly, nodding towards Erik. "There is no reason why we must cower behind the common soldiers. Let us battle through in the frontlines. Give us a chance to prove ourselves. You will not regret it,"

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: I’m very annoyed, I typed up over a page worth of post yesterday and thought I posted it, only to find out I didn’t and that I deleted the post (in my word document, thinking I didn’t need it), So I’m sorry if this is short, just not in the mood to type it all up again.


Hauptsturmführer Wolfram continued to stand straight with his chin up, his focus staring off into the wall behind the Gruppenführer who sat slouched within his seat, glaring with a callous stare for an answer from the Hauptsturmführer who didn’t speak. Rafael stuck by his word and he wanted his Division to be used wisely, they had earned the right to be fighting for the Fatherland and he knew himself the men would soon dwindle away into boredom with nothing to do - baby sitting a small French town, where soon enough, the men would begin to runaway with the local woman… So they needed to be active… They needed this advancement into the frontlines properly.

Closing his eyes momentarily, he heard the voice of Obersturmführer Schneider and began to grit his teeth. He hadn’t anticipated the new associate Officer to be so loyal, but he also wished the fellow officer didn’t speak up, knowing fully well he too could get into a lot of trouble. Hauptsturmführer Wolfram could ill afford the guilt trip upon his head, but things only got a little worse as Obersturmführer Battista soon followed suit, both proclaiming the efficiency and fighting capabilities of the Division, trying his hardest not to look back at them and insinuate for them to stand down, so they didn’t get into trouble alike himself, Gruppenführer Jaggen coldly reeled them in himself…

“Ihr Obersturmführers sprechen mit mir unaddressed Hauptsturmführer, aber solche Treue zu zeigen als dies, für ihren Leiter geschossen zu werden, ist etwas Anderes... “ Gruppenführer Jaggen said within a tone of a mutter almost, as if he wasn’t bothered if all three of the Officers were shot. Reaching out for his small glass of brandy, he sipped it and sighed heavily afterwards, looking towards Hauptsturmführer Wolfram from beneath his narrow brow-line. “Das Vaterland kann sich drei gute tote Leiter und ihre Teilung nicht leisten, in Unordnung geschickt zu werden, weil Sie hartnäckig wünschen, zu kämpfen. Ich kann nicht sehen, warum die anderen Oberstgruppenführers und die Obergruppenführers Ihre Teilung entweder bevorzugen... Alles, das sie machen, ist Rede von diesem rührenden Da Reich Teilung!”[/I] he spat out with half compliment and half insult entailed, his beverage succumbing to his lips again as he glared at all three of the standing men.

Grumbling beneath his breath a little, he suddenly strafed his arm out towards the door and grumpily said “Ich werde Sie schicken zur Front lassen, wenn Sie es wollen, der schlecht, steigt jetzt, bevor ich mich anders besinne - Ihr Missionschriftsatz in fälligem Kurs Hauptsturmführer wird geliefert werden aus... Aber wenn irgendein von Ihnen wagen, laut von Linie wieder zu sprechen, werde ich Sie reinigend die Scheiße von Schwein in Russland haben! Gehen Sie jetzt. Alle von Ihnen!” he lastly announced, before looking away as Hauptsturmführer Wolfram loudly thumped his feet together and gave a salute “Herr Gruppenführer”, to then twist upon his heels and briskly walk past the two Obersturmführers - Grinning…



Translations:

Ihr Obersturmführers sprechen mit mir unaddressed Hauptsturmführer, aber solche Treue zu zeigen als dies, für ihren Leiter geschossen zu werden, ist etwas Anderes...
~ Your Obersturmführers speak to me unaddressed Hauptsturmführer, but to show such loyalty as this to be shot for their leader is something else...

Das Vaterland kann sich drei gute tote Leiter und ihre Teilung nicht leisten, in Unordnung geschickt zu werden, weil Sie hartnäckig wünschen, zu kämpfen. Ich kann nicht sehen, warum die anderen Oberstgruppenführers und die Obergruppenführers Ihre Teilung entweder bevorzugen... Alles, das sie machen, ist Rede von diesem rührenden Da Reich Teilung!
~ The Fatherland can't afford three good dead leaders and their division to be sent into disarray, because you stubbornly wish to fight. I can't see why the other Oberstgruppenführers and Obergruppenführers favour your division either... All they do is talk of this pathetic Das Reich Division!

Ich werde Sie schicken zur Front lassen, wenn Sie es wollen, der schlecht, steigt jetzt, bevor ich mich anders besinne - Ihr Missionschriftsatz in fälligem Kurs Hauptsturmführer wird geliefert werden aus... Aber wenn irgendein von Ihnen wagen, laut von Linie wieder zu sprechen, werde ich Sie reinigend die Scheiße von Schwein in Russland haben! Gehen Sie jetzt. Alle von Ihnen!
~ I'll have you sent to the front if you want it that bad, now get out before I change my mind - Your mission brief will be delivered in due course Hauptsturmführer... But if any of you dare to speak out of line again, I will have you cleaning pig's shit in Russia! Now go. All of you!

[∬: Erik Schneider]

As Erik shot to his feet and stood beside his Hauptsturmfuhrer, he awaited Battista's response. Would he stand alongside with his colleagues and disrespect the Gruppenfuhrer, or would he cowardly side with the Gruppenfuhrer? Erik already knew the answer. The man was going to be the coward. He would gladly watch his fellow comrades be shot, if it made him one step closer to a promotion. Erik was close to yet another outburst towards the man. He just wished to see Erik dead as all, and he probably saw this as the perfect opportunity to beat Erik in their little "friendly" competition.

But then the Italian Obersturmfuhrer raised to his feet. Erik was in shock and awe. But he didn't turn towards him, he didn't smile, he stood straight and tall. "My esteemed colleague is correct, sir. There is no reason why we must cower behind the common soldiers. Let us battle through in the frontlines. Give us a chance to prove ourselves. You will not regret it." Erik hadn't expected such from a man like Nazario. Perhaps he was changing? He hoped it was for the best.

"Ihr Obersturmführers sprechen mit mir unaddressed Hauptsturmführer, aber solche Treue zu zeigen als dies, für ihren Leiter geschossen zu werden, ist etwas Anderes..." an angered Gruppenfuhrer responded. Erik had to restrain himself from gulping. This was the moment. This was the moment Jaggen was going to snap his fingers, sign his papers, and have all 3 officers shot on the spot. Or not. Or he would succumb to the 3 officers will. Erik hoped it was the latter of the two. "Das Vaterland kann sich drei gute tote Leiter und ihre Teilung nicht leisten, in Unordnung geschickt zu werden, weil Sie hartnäckig wünschen, zu kämpfen. Ich kann nicht sehen, warum die anderen Oberstgruppenführers und die Obergruppenführers Ihre Teilung entweder bevorzugen... Alles, das sie machen, ist Rede von diesem rührenden Da Reich Teilung!" At least the 3 would be spared. Erik was confused though whether or not the man was complimenting or insulting the men. For some strange reason, it was both.

"Ich werde Sie schicken zur Front lassen, wenn Sie es wollen, der schlecht, steigt jetzt, bevor ich mich anders besinne - Ihr Missionschriftsatz in fälligem Kurs Hauptsturmführer wird geliefert werden aus... Aber wenn irgendein von Ihnen wagen, laut von Linie wieder zu sprechen, werde ich Sie reinigend die Scheiße von Schwein in Russland haben! Gehen Sie jetzt. Alle von Ihnen! " The young Obersturmfuhrer was relieved. He had stood by his commanding officer and won this battle. For now that was... And so, with a Herr Gruppenfuhrer! and a click of the boots and salute, the 3 officers were ordered to leave the Gruppenfuhrer's office. Without hesitation, Erik spun around and followed Hauptsturmfuhrer Wolfram out into the hallway.

Erik looked over at Wolfram's wide grin when they were out in the hall and the doors of the Gruppenfuhrers office had been closed. "Sie wissen, denn ein Moment dort I dachte, daß wir alle tote Männer waren." Erik blurted out, chuckling afterwards. It was the truth too. He really was ready to be shot dead just like that with his fellow officers. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

Translations:

"Sie wissen, denn ein Moment dort I dachte, daß wir alle tote Männer waren."
- You know, for a moment there I thought we were all dead men.

[nazariobattista]

"Ich werde Sie schicken zur Front lassen, wenn Sie es wollen, der schlecht, steigt jetzt, bevor ich mich anders besinne - Ihr Missionschriftsatz in fälligem Kurs Hauptsturmführer wird geliefert werden aus... Aber wenn irgendein von Ihnen wagen, laut von Linie wieder zu sprechen, werde ich Sie reinigend die Scheiße von Schwein in Russland haben! Gehen Sie jetzt. Alle von Ihnen! "


Nazario felt himself being ushered out of the room and heard the powerful doors slam behind him. The Italian breathed in and out deeply. He was going to the frontlines...he was going to the frontlines...

"Sie wissen, denn ein Moment dort I dachte, daß wir alle tote Männer waren!" laughed Erik at Nazario's side.

Nazario chuckled despite himself. It truly had been an eventful evening to say the least. But, it seemed, he and his fellow officers had achieved something. They had made the unmerciless Gruppenführer Jaggen change his mind! That would be something to tell the grandchildren.

The Italian was starting to like Erik more and more and it was annoying him. He wanted a rival, he wanted an enemy. He needed an incentive to be the best he could be and his rivalry with the German had been a perfect example of this.

This wasn't to say that Nazario wasn't prepared to play dirty to rise to the top. It was common knowledge that young Erik had fled like a small girl during his first battle against a single British American sergeant! He would certainly play that card if Erik got too big for his boots.

Nazario was scouting for utter domination of the German forces. Maybe one day, he would be its sole commander. The only way that ambition would ever prove to be fruitful would be if Nazario led his troops into a proper battle - not a tiny little skirmish against three tactically inept American privates.

No, for pure glory, he needed to lead his troops to victory and gun down the multitude of Allied soldiers who stood in his way. Nazario knew that one day, his dreams would be complete.

But at the moment, all he cared about was destroying the competition. And in his eyes, the competition was Erik Schneider.