Hitting the Mark

[∬: Erik Schneider]

OOC: This is open to anyone who wants to join in.

The wind blew steadily, rustling a couple of branches, making them appear as if they were dancing. The quietness of the woodlands steadied the young German Lieutenant's nerves as he took aim with his K98 rifle. The butt of the gun rested on his right shoulder as he slowly took aim with his rifle. Erik's left eye closed tightly and he looked down the sites of his rifle with the other eye. Once he had lined his rifle up on the head of a target, he pressed back on the trigger and unleashed a bullet that snapped of the target's head.

Erik licked his lips and worked the bolt to ready for his next shot. The bullet shell flew out of the gun as he pulled the bolt upwards and back and then closed it once more. He did this with extreme accuracy, focus, and efficiency. He fired off his next 4 bullets in the same manner. He then chambered in another clip of bullets, cocked the gun, and closed the bolt once more. He timed himself, completing the reloading process in about half a minute, one of his fastest times yet. He needed to be a killing machine when he was out on the front lines.

Erik let his rifle rest against the wooden fence before him. He took off his field cap and ran his dirty, gritty fingers through his greasy,gelled back, golden blond hair. His ice cold, blue eyes scanned the target he had fired a clip of ammo into. It was missing a head, both its arms, and the center of its chest. He had great aim and accuracy and hit his mark , but when he was out in the battlefield he wasn't going to have all the time in the world to take aim.

Erik placed his field cap over his head once more. Grasping the K98 firmly, he ejected the clip. This was going to be like the real thing. He was going to have to reload as if he was under real fire, and he was going to have to hit his target quickly without missing. Erik reloaded his rifle and cocked it in 30 seconds flat. In a couple of seconds he fired, but missed. Erik cussed under his breath. He released the bullet shell using the bolt and shot again. The bullet hit the grass before the target. Erik cussed. He released the next bullet shell and took aim quickly. His bullet hit the shoulder. His next 2 bullets were fired off just as quick, and hit the chest and lower torso. Erik grinned proudly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Erik saw a training dummy. He dragged it out to the middle of the shooting range, and tightened his grip on his rifle. He held the rifle as if it were a baseball bat, and used it like it was club. The butt of the rifle made contact with the dummy's face, sending it toppling over to the ground. Erik stomped on it's face and beat it with the rifle. In close combat he wasn't going to be able to use his rifle to shoot.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Echoed into the midst of the dense woodlands, the rapid noise of machinegun fire, as the shots reputedly bounced out into the thistle of the air, one after another. Soon enough, a few incoherent voices in the very short distance began to allude and the apparent noises of hard booted footsteps marched closer and closer towards (Lieutenant) Obersturmführer Schneider’s location.

Slowly appearing from over one of the small hill-top ridges, a young soldier, dressed in the standard black SS-Tunic quietly trotted over, before catching a glimpse of someone clubbing something human-looking upon the field. “ALARM! EINDRINGLING!” huskily bawled the young soldier, who suddenly swung his rifle from his shoulder, dropping to one knee and governing his aim off into the general direction of the supposed enemy beating someone to a pulp, but before he could even shoot a round, (Captain) Hauptsturmführer Wolfram came briskly running up beside the young soldier; who happened to be (Private) Shutze Kasimir, who was a new recruit to the division and still undergoing the drills of the notorious SS.

Swinging his own MP40 from off his shoulder, Rafael’s eyes narrowed and the tunic of the man soon became apparent within a split second. Gasping almost gastily to the mistake the young soldier had made, the Hauptsturmführer held his hand up, firmly spitting out “HALTEN Sie Ihr Feuer!”, the young soldier obeying almost immediately as he slowly began to drop his aim, looking more submissive than obedient. By this time, another three of the Hauptsturmführer’s soldiers came running up the small hill, all ramming their bolts upon their rifles, eager to see some action; perhaps some traitors to the fatherland or early Allied invasion!? Their minds ran wild, but they too soon dipped their heads and concealed their eagerness to kill, as Rafael snapped his hand out towards them, in an affirmative order to stop.

Looking back upon the field at hand, his head tilted slightly and his eyes narrowed for a better look of the man, perhaps, fifty yards away. “Wer sind Sie!? Erklären Sie Ihren Namensoldaten! Niemandes hat bedeutet, aus hier heute zu sein, es ist die Drehung des SS für das Ausbildungsgebiet - hätte sich verletzen erhalten können” hollered out the Hauptsturmführer across the small distance that separated them, as far as he could remember, upon the roster of the Training Facilities, no one was meant to be upon the shooting field. Hopefully, he didn’t have his days mixed up, right? Brushing the confused thoughts aside, he slowly began to descend the small hill and approach the man, totally unaware that he was SS himself, or a fellow Obersturmführer to his division for that matter.




Translations:[/b]

ALARM! EINDRINGLING!
~ ALARM! INTRUDER!

HALTEN Sie Ihr Feuer!
~ Hold your fire!

Wer sind Sie!? Erklären Sie Ihren Namensoldaten! Niemandes hat bedeutet, aus hier heute zu sein, es ist die Drehung des SS für das Ausbildungsgebiet - hätte sich verletzen erhalten können.
~ Who are you!? State your name soldier! Nobody's meant to be out here today, it's the SS's turn for the training Area - could've got yourself hurt.

[∬: Erik Schneider]

Erik stumbled a bit backwards when he saw a few other SS troops converging on his location, looking to kill. Fortunately though the Hauptsturmführer in his division, the 2nd SS Division, halted his men. It seemed as if the man was unaware Erik was one of his men, as he had just been accepted into the SS a few days before, after numerous tests.

Erik stood at attention once the young SS soldiers had stopped aiming upon him and the Hauptsturmführer questioned why he was there and what his name and rank was. "Obersturmführer Erik Schneider! Vor ich wurde in die 2. SS Abteilung einigen Tagen angenommen. Ich bin Ihr neuer Obersturmführer." Erik hollered, awkwardly standing before his commanding officer and the men who were seconds away from taking his life away. He thought it would be best to explain himself.

Ich kam gerade hier an, um zu erlernen, daß die Abteilung hier heute ausbildete. Ich kam vorbei, aber könnte nicht jedermann finden, also entschied ich, auf der Gewehrstrecke auszubilden. Erik called out to the congregation of fellow SS on top of the hill in front of him.

Translations

"Obersturmführer Erik Schneider! Vor ich wurde in die 2. SS Abteilung einigen Tagen angenommen. Ich bin Ihr neuer Obersturmführer."
"1st Lieutenant Erik Schneider. I was accepted into the 2nd SS Division a few days ago. I'm your new 1st Lieutenant."

Ich kam gerade hier an, um zu erlernen, daß die Abteilung hier heute ausbildete. Ich kam vorbei, aber könnte nicht jedermann finden, also entschied ich, auf der Gewehrstrecke auszubilden.
"I just arrived here to learn the division was training here today. I came over, but couldn't find anyone so I decided to train on the rifle range. "

[nazariobattista]

OOC: Enter Nazario...

Nazario was barely able to stop himself bursting out laughing at the Obersturmführer's onslaught from Wolfram. It was almost comical that one of the most senior members of Das Reich had nearly got shot by a foolish private. If Kasimir had done anything of the sort to Nazario, his life wouldn't be worth living. If he had a life left, that was.

The Italian was sceptical of the Obersturmführer's abilities. He was practically grovelling at Wolfram's feet. Of course, respect to your Commanding Officer was important but Nazario didn't trust Schneider's weakness. Perhaps he was jealous.

Just a few days earlier, this obnoxious German had joined Wolfram's division and was now sharing Nazario's position as Second in Command. It was ridiciolous! Especially if Schneider was as weak on the battlefield as he appeared now.

It was tempting to send an "accidental" round into the Obersturmführer's shoulder. Of course, Nazario would never do it. There was always a risk the wound would grow infected and, the chances were, death would take the innocent man. Nonetheless, it certainly was a tempting thought...

Nazario gritted his teeth and took his anger out on the target, sending round after round, imagining that the wooden target was Schneider himself. Nazario smirked. He had hit the Bullseye every time.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Approaching closer, the Hauptsturmführer watched as the man’s back straightened and his feet clumped together, standing to attention. He also noticed the man’s collar and shoulder lapels, his rank as Obersturmführer before the fellow Officer could even utter it; more so, he was now apart of his division. The jagged Wolfs-Angel insignia of the ‘Das Reich!’, Rafael grinned to himself a little and nodded quietly as the man continued to explain himself upon the matter at hand, it was no big deal, but there was a strict policy and problem the fellow officer had unforeseen.

Twisting upon his boots a little, he glanced towards the lingering soldiers who lumbered their rifles back over their shoulder’s, before turning back to the Obersturmführer calmly. “Bequem Obersturmführer, es war ein verständlicher Fehler. Jedoch, als sollten ein befehlender Offizier, Sie aus hier allein nicht wandern - es gibt Berichte deutsche Parteigänger innerhalb des Gebiets, das Ihren Kopf haben möchte” foretold the Hauptsturmführer with a firm look, his back facing the fellow soldiers and his voice low, as if to not speak down or embarrass him in front of the subordinates. It was crucial the men kept a high respect for their superiors and small honest mistakes could easily cause the men to doubt their Officer’s decision in the long-run.

Clearing his throat a little, he was just about to introduce himself appropriately; although the fellow man already knew, when a sudden barrage of gunfire exerted nearby, causing the Hauptsturmführer to angrily twist upon his heels, facing the soldiers who all simultaneously and very briefly ducked from the surprise shots. “Habe ich kein ergreift Feuer angeordnet!?” bellowed out Rafael, with a mean glint to his eye, before laying his sights upon his other fellow Officer - gritting his teeth a little, he cuffed up his hand and demandingly spoke “Obersturmführer Battista, schultert Ihr Gewehr und kommt hier - ich Sie, Ihren Mitoffizier zu treffen, der zu uns durch hohen Befehl zugeteilt wird, es entscheidend will ist, dass Sie zwei sich gegenseitig und Verbindung kennenlernen. Für das Willen von unserem Vaterland” said the Hauptsturmführer with a stern posture, his body turning a little as if to welcome Nazario into their conversation, praying the two men would work together and have no rival disputes.


Translations:[/b]

Bequem Obersturmführer, es war ein verständlicher Fehler. Jedoch, als sollten ein befehlender Offizier, Sie aus hier allein nicht wandern - es gibt Berichte deutsche Parteigänger innerhalb des Gebiets, das Ihren Kopf haben möchte.
~ At ease Obersturmführer, it was an understandable mistake. However, as a commanding officer, you should not wander out here alone - there are reports of German Partisans within the area that would love to have your head.

Habe ich kein ergreift Feuer angeordnet!?
~ Did I not order an seize fire!?

Obersturmführer Battista, schultert Ihr Gewehr und kommt hier - ich Sie, Ihren Mitoffizier zu treffen, der zu uns durch hohen Befehl zugeteilt wird, es entscheidend will ist, dass Sie zwei sich gegenseitig und Verbindung kennenlernen. Für das Willen von unserem Vaterland.
~ Obersturmführer Battista, shoulder your rifle and come here - I want you to meet your fellow Officer assigned to us by high command, it is crucial you two get to know one another and bond. For the sake of our fatherland.

[∬: Erik Schneider]

Erik felt harsh eyes glaring upon him. As he glanced over to who he presumed was a fellow Obersturmführer, he watched the men grab his weapon and begin firing down into a wooden target with such a rage that Erik wondered what possibly was going through the mens head. As Erik stood at attention he was greeted by his new commanding officer who seemed to look him up and down.

The Hauptsturmführer furiously turned on his heels and hollered demands to the other Obersturmführer, whose name was revealed to be Battista. Obersturmführer Battista. So this was his competition. His fellow second in command. Erik felt as if he absolutely had to surpass this...well he didn't look German. Ah, now Erik could see. He remembered hearing something about an Italian in the division. It was interesting...

Erik's new Hauptsturmführer, Rafael Z. Wolfram, forced to the two to greet one another and expected for them to bond. Erik seriously doubted such could happened. He wanted to climb his way to the top, and more then likely so did Battista, just like every other man in the SS. But Erik was not going to disobey his commanding officer on the first day and he was not going to make a bad example for either Battista or Wolfram.

Slowly, Erik strode over to his fellow 2nd in command, and outstretched his right hand. Erik had an icy cold look in his eyes, he studied the man. He desired to know how Battista felt about Erik. Most likely... well anyone would be a bit angered when a new guy is recruited into your division and almost steals your position. "Es ist ein… Vergnügen, Sie zu treffen Obersturmführer."

TRANSLATIONS

Es ist ein… Vergnügen, Sie zu treffen Obersturmführer.
"It's a...pleasure to meet you 1st Lieutenant."

[nazariobattista]

Nazario raised a sceptical eyebrow at Wolfram but didn't dare to speak up. Wolfram was probably the only man in Europe who Nazario Battista feared, and it was a comfort knowing that he was nearby in a combat situation. Nevertheless, you did not want him as your enemy and his ruthlessness towards even his own men was legendary. Some even wondered whether he had a sadistic streak. Nazario certainly wouldn't put it past him.

"Obersturmführer Battista," Wolfram had barked. "Schultert Ihr Gewehr und kommt hier - ich Sie, Ihren Mitoffizier zu treffen, der zu uns durch hohen Befehl zugeteilt wird, es entscheidend will ist, dass Sie zwei sich gegenseitig und Verbindung kennenlernen. Für das Willen von unserem Vaterland,"

If any other SS officer had been asked what they were fighting for, the answers would be obvious. The majority would state that they were fighting for their country, a few, perhaps, for honour. A couple would most probably say for God. But truthfully, Nazario was fighting for himself. It was a risk. If the Germans won, then Nazario would be hailed as a hero. If they lost...well...Nazario would be dishonoured and most probably killed by the Allied forces.

But for the first outcome to come to fruition, he had to get rid of all opposition and this Schneider figure worried him. For one thing, he was German and blood was thicker than water. All of Nazario's military experience aside, he was an Italian and, according to the Nazi forces, wasn't as pure as the German overlords. If the Axis forces had a choice whether to save a German Lieteunant or and Italian Lieteunant, Nazario knew which one they'd pick.

Schneider addressed him, stuttering slightly and held out a grubby hand for Nazario to shake.

"Es ist ein… Vergnügen, Sie zu treffen Obersturmführer," he mumbled.

"Das Spielgefühl ist das gegenseitige, mein Freund..." smiled Nazario, making sure that Schneider was aware of his many rows of sharp teeth. He chuckled sinisterly and shook the German's hand mechanically.

Schneider would never respect him, Nazario knew that much, but the next best thing was to make him fear him. Nazario grinned again. He was going to have some fun with this one.

TRANSLATIONS

Das Spielgefühl ist das gegenseitige, mein Freund...
~ The feeling is mutual, my friend...

[∬: Erik Schneider]

A puzzled look developed in Erik's cold,icy blue eyes as this man chuckled manically. He raised one of his eyebrows slightly over the other as the Italian let out his deathly laugh, showing off his sharp teeth. This man seemed strange, a bit weird and scary as well. But if he was even the slightest scared or frightened of this Italian, he did not show it. His facial expressions turned void, he had no emotion at all but cold, harshness. This war had taught him how to drain his emotions completely at certain times. Sometimes the things you had to do required it. The perfect soldier, Erik believed, was the one that had no emotion at all. If you had no fear, you would not be afraid to fight. If you had no sadness, you would not let the deaths of others get you down. If you had no mercy, you would not let the enemy live.

Already, Erik could tell a brutal competition had begun. The prize? Wolfram's favor. This, Battista fellow, he would surely not give up his position rather quickly. He would fight to stay Wolfram's Second in Command. Erik could simply not allow such a thing. He found it rather humiliating to be serving under an Italian. Like most Germans believed, Germans were better then Italians. Germans were better then every race and culture. That was why this war basically was started in the first place. So why should an Italian be in this army, this division, in a higher ranking position then German comrades? Erik shook his head disgracefully at such a question.

Slowly, but surely, Erik walked towards the men that would be serving beneath him. "Wie Sie bereits wissen, daß ich Obersturmführer Erik Schneider bin. Ich werde Ihre tapferen Seelen zu vielen Siegen in naher Zukunft führen. Alle wir erhalten gut, wir müssen im Schlachtfeld für das Vaterland zusammen extrem gut dienen mitgeteilt! " Erik shook each of their hands muttering "Nizza, zum Sie zu treffen " followed by their name and a nod of his head and a friendly smile.

Although Erik did believe fear was a great technique to gain respect by his allies so they didn't fall our of line with him, he also believed kindness and understanding allowed him to gain their trust and their fondness. So he would mix a little of both so they would trust, respect, and glad fully serve bravely under him.


TRANSLATIONS:

"Wie Sie bereits wissen, daß ich Obersturmführer Erik Schneider bin. Ich werde Ihre tapferen Seelen zu vielen Siegen in naher Zukunft führen. Alle wir erhalten gut, wir müssen im Schlachtfeld für das Vaterland zusammen extrem gut dienen mitgeteilt! "
-As you already know I am Obersturmführer Erik Schneider. I will be leading your brave souls to many victories in the near future. We shall all get well acquainted, we will need to serve together extremely well in the battlefield for the fatherland!

"Nizza, zum Sie zu treffen "
-Nice to meet you.

[nazariobattista]

Nazario smiled inwardly. The German was certainly brave; he had barely flinched at the Italian's outburst. Even the most high-ranking of SS troops showed at least some discomfort towards Nazario's harshness but Schneider...he was made of sterner stuff. Perhaps he wasn't as bad as he had first appeared.

He was in a decent physical state. He wasn't bursting with muscles but neither was he skeletal and weak. Schneider looked able enough on the battlefield, and a kind of intelligence danced behind his expressionless eyes.

Although Nazario would never attempt to gain Schneider as a friend, he looked like a valuable ally and the Italian decided to at least be civil. Who knew? Perhaps they would grow into great companions in the following years.

Nazario nodded towards Schneider's target, completely ridden with bullets and grinned.

"Sie sind eine qualifizierte Scharfschütze, mein Freund," said Nazario, hoping to repair the possible friendship towards the two.

TRANSLATIONS

Sie sind eine qualifizierte Scharfschütze, mein Freund
~ You are a skilled marksman, my friend.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Hey guys, try to wait for me a little, feel like I’m being written out here.


Rubbing his hands together a little, the Hauptsturmführer watched quietly as the two fellow officers acquainted awkwardly. He knew the feeling first hand, as it wasn’t too long ago he was a dear Obersturmführer himself; forced just alike his own Hauptsturmführer at the time, to make peace with his fellow Officer comrades and work together as a team. Sure, everyone wanted the glory, but he learnt the hard way to just how bad things could turn out, having fixated glory seekers in your division. So Rafael was cautious, extremely cautious of the two young Officers; For if they jeopardised any of his men’s lives in the name of their own, then they’d be suffering consequences unthinkable, so they had to bond, or else.

Moistening his lips, his eyes narrowed somewhat from his slight distant position, as the two men turned their backs a little upon him and had a few quiet words; Threats? Kind gestures? He could only imagine, either way, he grinned to himself at the small friendly competition about to arise between the two. Perhaps it would liven the company up some? Interupting their small talk and get-to-knowing with the men, Rafael’s arms folded up behind his back and his hands entwined. His posture stern and his chest furrowed out, whilst his baby blue eyes stared dauntingly emotionless upon them “In Ordnung, ist das genug Smalltalk Sie Menge. Fallen Sie in!” he bellowed out from the pit of his stomach almost, his jaw tightening up as he watched the soldiers suddenly spring past the two Obersturmführers, forming a small boxed column - obviously, there wasn’t a lot of them in the division at the moment.

Lisping his eyes over to the two Obersturmführers, he cuffed his hand up towards them in a motion for them to stand up front in front of the men, before dropping his hand back down to rally up behind his back again. “Jetzt - Während ich Ihre Aufmerksamkeit habe, habe ich einige Nachrichten” said the Hauptsturmführer with a small coiled grin stamped across his face. “Höherer Befehl hat unsere Hilfe auf dem frontlines in Normandie, irgendwo zwischen der Zeit die Zeit von einer Woche oder mehrerer Woche erbeten. Keiner das weniger, ich erwarten, dass alle Männer ihren Gang lassen, einpacken und auf Ersatz stets” announced Rafael dimly amongst the men, but soon turned to his attention towards Obersturmführer Battista; “Obersturmführer Battista, vergewissert sich, dass Ihr Zug ist bereit stets und Obersturmführer Schneider - ich bin sicher wir Sie einige Jungen wirklich bald erhalten werden, aber vorläufig, ist nur bereit für unseren Beruf. Das ist alle” entailed the Hauptsturmführer, as he nodded some, awaiting any questions…

OOC: When I’ve finished my battle with McMillan, I will hopefully be setting up a battle thread for all three of us, maybe two if Mods will find it hard to mark. So when my current hostile thread ends, let me know if you want to be apart of it.


Translations:[/b]

In Ordnung, ist das genug Smalltalk Sie Menge. Fallen Sie in!
~ Alright, that's enough small talk you lot. Fall in!

Jetzt - Während ich Ihre Aufmerksamkeit habe, habe ich einige Nachrichten.
~ Now - Whilst I have your attention, I have some news.

Höherer Befehl hat unsere Hilfe auf dem frontlines in Normandie, irgendwo zwischen der Zeit die Zeit von einer Woche oder mehrerer Woche erbeten. Keiner das weniger, ich erwarten, dass alle Männer ihren Gang lassen, einpacken und auf Ersatz stets.
~ Higher Command has requested our assistance upon the frontlines in Normandy, anywhere between a week's time or several week's time. None the less, I expect all men to have their gear packed and on standby at all times.

Obersturmführer Battista, vergewissert sich, dass Ihr Zug ist bereit stets und Obersturmführer Schneider - ich bin sicher wir Sie einige Jungen wirklich bald erhalten werden, aber vorläufig, ist nur bereit für unseren Beruf. Das ist alle.
~ Obersturmführer Battista, make sure your platoon are ready at all times and Obersturmführer Schneider - I'm sure we'll get you some boys real soon, but for now, just be ready for our calling. That's all.

[nazariobattista]

Nazario turned uncharacteristically quiet as he was briefed by Captain Wolfram.

"Höherer Befehl hat unsere Hilfe auf dem frontlines in Normandie, irgendwo zwischen der Zeit die Zeit von einer Woche oder mehrerer Woche erbeten. Keiner das weniger, ich erwarten, dass alle Männer ihren Gang lassen, einpacken und auf Ersatz stets," barked the Captain grimly.

Nazario smiled maliciously. At last, a proper battle. He hadn't fought properly for many months; just tiny skirmishes against the weakest of foes. (Weakest?! Pfft, tell that to Benita!) A chance to prove himself seemed to be beckoning and Nazario would not let it slip through his fingers.

The idea of death or fear never danced across Nazario's mind. He was confident in the ability of himself and of his men. Despite a couple of tragic casualties in his latest skirmish, he had fifteen strong men, fresh, resilient and ready to fight. Nazario knew, of course that his rival was yet to have fought a single battle and hoped he would grow overwhelmed. The death of Erik Schneider on the harsh shores of Normandy would be no great discomfort to him.

The Italian was stirred from his thoughts by the voice of Wolfram, who apparently wasn't finished.

"Obersturmführer Battista, vergewissert sich, dass Ihr Zug ist bereit stets und Obersturmführer Schneider - ich bin sicher wir Sie einige Jungen wirklich bald erhalten werden, aber vorläufig, ist nur bereit für unseren Beruf. Das ist alle!" he stated expressionlessly.

Nazario could hardly contain himself from laughing. Schneider didn't even have any men! Nazario smiled once more at his rival, wondering how long it would be before death rained down upon him.

[∬: Erik Schneider]

Erik gathered around with the men to listen to Wolfram's words. "Höherer Befehl hat unsere Hilfe auf dem frontlines in Normandie, irgendwo zwischen der Zeit die Zeit von einer Woche oder mehrerer Woche erbeten. Keiner das weniger, ich erwarten, dass alle Männer ihren Gang lassen, einpacken und auf Ersatz stets". Erik nodded with a bit of delight and a bit of excitement. A battle eh? A chance to prove himself among the men.

The young Obersturmführer had no fear however. Although he was new to the unit, by all means this was not his first battle. He had served through a lot with his Wehrmact unit, and had rose above many of the average Germans many times. Which was exactly why his commanding officer suggested him to the SS division. He had pure German blood, leadership qualities, and courage. There had been many a time he had put his life on the line for the live of one of his own. The ages some of the men were drafted... it was sickening. Teenagers shouldn't be fighting in a war...ever.

"Obersturmführer Battista, vergewissert sich, dass Ihr Zug ist bereit stets und Obersturmführer Schneider - ich bin sicher wir Sie einige Jungen wirklich bald erhalten werden, aber vorläufig, ist nur bereit für unseren Beruf. Das ist alle!" The German Lieutenant just then realized hadn't actaully been assigned to lead a platoon yet at that moment. He looked over to Battista who seemed to be snickering with delight. But he didn't say a word. He was a very obedient officer, and he follow his commanding officer's command, word for word. And if he wanted them to bond... so be it. It would earn both of the men's respect, and even the rest of the divsion as well. But the problem was Battista, who most likely wouldn't except such a bond and would compete with Battista for Wolfram's favor.

OOC: I'd love to join in on the battle if you ever make it. Want a taste of battle .

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Glad you guys want to be apart of the hostile thread, already have some competition taking interest too. I have to warn you guys, I’m going to be making it big. Think of it as an Epic Battle, but we can lose our own units if we’re not careful. Eek! By the way, sorry this post is short.


After announcing the bad news, but also good news to those new rookies looking for a fire-fight, the Hauptsturmführer took a step off from his position, in gesture to show that he’d finished. It didn’t seem as if anyone had anything to say, so he pleasingly began to approach his two Obersturmführers quietly, his hands tightly tucked up behind his back still as he strode along. He could only imagine Obersturmführer Battista’s eagerness to fight beside him, but he wasn’t too sure about the new Obersturmführer yet - was he a bit battle shy? Time would tell, more so, the Hauptsturmführer would have to look at his report in detail, find out if the man had seen battle properly yet.

Slowing down as he approached the two men, he nodded towards them and licked his lips somewhat, before speaking “Obersturmführers... Hat Sie irgendeine Fragen nicht?” curiously asked the Hauptsturmführer, knowing privacy between the ranks was essential when dealing with private matters - the subordinates, soldiers, had already dispersed the tight knitted column they’d made, savouring the moment of a break as the Officers seemed to be speaking amongst themselves.

Looking upon the two men quietly, he awaited any curious or worried questions to be asked or a simple, ‘No Herr Hauptsturmführer’. He had to make sure they were mentally prepared for the challenge that lay ahead, if they had any problems, then they had to be resolved now. So patiently, he stood and watched them.


Translations:[/b]

Obersturmführers... Hat Sie irgendeine Fragen nicht?
~ Obersturmführers... Haven't you any questions?

[∬: Erik Schneider]

OOC: Sorry for such a short post as well. Got to get headed out to a party and wanted to get a post in now as I won't be able to for most of today.

After Wolfram had finished up announcing his men of the upcoming battle in Normandy, Battista and Erik awkwardly stood together alone. That was until their commanding officer Wolfram approached the two, his arms behind his back. He came to a halt just before the two Obersturmführers, and briefly observed the two. Wolfram most have already realized the two were not very fond of each other yet.

After a few seconds time, Wolfram questioned the two men "Obersturmführers... Hat Sie irgendeine Fragen nicht?" Erik immediately responded "No Herr Hauptsturmführer.Es ist eine Ehre, zum mit Ihnen zu dienen. " Erik's glance wandered over to the man next to him, Battista, who had yet to respond to the Hauptsturmfuhrer's question.



TRANSLATIONS:
No Herr Hauptsturmführer.Es ist eine Ehre, zum mit Ihnen zu dienen.
-No Herr Hauptsturmfuhrer. It will be an honor to serve with you.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

I've closed this Thread due to it's inactivity; Also, it gets some CP flowing for you guys and Poor Erik who's just joined the board.

The following CP has been issued;

CPT. Wolfram: 12CP

Lt. Battista: 8CP

Lt. Schneider: 10CP

~Danny[/color]