Metal Tiger...

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Hard metal pounded against metal, Thump! Thump! Thump! Then, the sound of something heavy and cumbersome clanged to the ground, like someone lazily let the tool slip, a tired hand. “Das sollte machen…” muttered a tired voice from beneath the tank, before a skidding of small metal tires came reeling out from underneath, a greasy and sooty faced Gunter Dietrich laying there on the makeshift body-board, used for mechanics laying beneath vehicles and other handsome engines.

Karl Johann laughed at the sight of his comrade laying there like a limpet, tired and sooty-faced, Dieter Lanzo leaning over the hard armoured body of the Tiger-Tank grinned himself at the dirty comrade laying on the floor, a cocky joke slipping from his mouth as he spat out jokingly “Wenn SS-Hauptsturmführer Wolfram hat gesehen, dass Sie das mögen, würde er denken, dass Sie ein Wog waren, und haben Sie geschossen würde haben!” the two men laughed to themselves at the petty joke, Gunter Dietrich shaking his head somewhat as he stuck his finger up at them to slowly sit up, not even bothering to reply or comment on their joke at hand. They were SS men, proud to be raciest, but also, some SS men held the title just for an extra penny or two… Afterall, they had a mad-man at the top!

A hatch opened at the helm of the tank and another face emerged within the mechanical garage, but this man was slightly bigger and his hair short and bristled. Bit of a brute, a pair of motorbike goggles hanging around his neck. “HA! Ich frage mich, was dieser SS-Hauptsturmführer Wolfram ist, wie? Er ist --” but before the man could finish speaking, a voice emerged from nearby within the garage and the distinct clicking of polished boots followed; The men hadn’t met the SS-Hauptsturmführer they were assigned beneath yet, but they’d heard many stories of his valour in battle alongside his grenadiers and troopers, now a fully uniformed man briskly walked towards the large Tiger Tank, his flat SS-Officer’s cap twisting from off his head as he neared.

Karl Johann and Dieter Lanzo lounging on the Tank’s armour quickly jumped down and stood straight, Gunter Dietrich soon followed suit, as he jumped up from laying on the mechanic’s scooter board, all three men standing to attention. The brute inside the tank meanwhile didn’t really have time to climb out and stand to attention alongside the other’s, so he straightened up at the helm of the tank, trying to look respectful. As SS-Hauptsturmführer Wolfram drew closer, the men raised their hands and uttered out “Herr Hauptsturmführer”[/I], Rafael saluted back slowly and looked them over quietly, not saying a word, before his eyes trailed over the Tiger-Tank lovingly, as if he was more interested in the mean machinery. His very own Tank to command.



Translations:[/b]

Das sollte machen...
- That should do…

Wenn SS-Hauptsturmführer Wolfram hat gesehen, dass Sie das mögen, würde er denken, dass Sie ein Wog waren, und haben Sie geschossen würde haben!
- If SS-Hauptsturmführer Wolfram saw you like that, he'd think you were a Wog and have you shot!

HA! Ich frage mich, was dieser SS-Hauptsturmführer Wolfram ist, wie? Er ist --
- HA! I wonder what this SS-Hauptsturmführer Wolfram is like? He's --

Herr Hauptsturmführer
- Sir, Captain.

[pikey]

Friedrich sighed as he slowly placed the newspaper down, disconcerted with the headline. The date was 21st July 1944. Yesterday, the Fürher’s had nearly been taken, when a bomb had detonated at a base on the Eastern Front he had been vesting. He barely made it. But the perpetrators were quickly weeded out and shot, though it showed that the rot had spread deep inside the Wehrmacht. Many officers had planned to turn, then use Hitler’s reserve army to launch a violent coup d’eat against the SS and government.

It made Friedrich wonder about the whole structure of Nazi Germany. There seemed little chance, even to him, that Germany would be victorious in this war. It was obvious that the Allies weren’t going to be pushed back into the see, and the Slavs repealed. Was Germany and its cause lost...?

What the hell was he thinking? He was a member of the German elite. He was to serve until death and have unquivering loyalty. How dare he think the worst Germany would win? Of course they would win! And they planet purged of filth.

He shook his head and stood up. The sun was shinning down of the camp, and he was spending his time relaxing by the central lake. That was one perk of being a member of the SS. Everything was the best that could be had. The camp had been purpose built, rather than the prefabricated ones of the other forces and placed where it was needed then and there.

Friedrich felt bored; he had the Friday off, which most men would have loved, but his fiancée had her mother staying, which was more than a good reason to steer clear of the home. He decided to see if he could get a glimpse of the new master weapon. Once or twice before he’d served along side Panzer VI’s. They were formidable weapons, in the right hands, and could knock a Sherman or Churchill out with a single round.

He set off across the lush grass, and five minutes later, was out side the workshop. He found a window and peered through and spotted Wolfram. Friedrich felt sorry for the man. He seemed married only to the SS, and never seemed to be able to interact normally with anyone. He was cold, and calculating, and though those were things Friedrich admired, he would choose a family over it a hundred times. He seemed the perfect Nazi; one in denial.

Denial of what? The fact that the nation was falling apart? The fact that war had completely engulfed the Reich. The fact that Germany was near its end...?

Again Friedrich fought off the thoughts that he feared the most. Doing up the top two buttons on his jacket, and bushing off lose pieces of grass from he back of his legs, he entered into the small Garage where the machine was parked. He glanced quickly at the three men standing to attention, and snuffed a small laugh at the state of them. Here three men were, standing at attention in front of their C.O., looking like they’d been dragged through a hedge backwards.

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

OOC: I'm assuming since the other guy is banned that we are just gonna dismiss the fact that he posted? If not I can edit.

IC:

Edzard had heard that they were getting a very nice addition to the unit, a Tiger. A beast of a tank if there ever was one, capable of taking on several American Shermans at once if need be. Edzard grabbed his helmet from atop his locker and headed out of the barracks toward the garage. He rustled around in his pocket and took out a small lighter and a pack of smokes. He put one to his lips as he put the remainder of the pack back into his pocket where he soon also returned the lighter after having lit the cigarette. He walked at a somewhat slow pace enjoying the fact that he couldn't hear any combat in the distance.

As he came closer to the garage he saw the backside of his captain disappear into the gapping hole in the front of the building. Edzard was soon to follow suit. He dropped his smoke to the ground and crushed it with his highly shined boots. He felt it necessary to follow his leader's example without having being told to do so. Saved his ears from idiotic lectures about non-sense, I mean the only thing a highly polished boot can do for you on the battlefield is have you spotted quicker. But he knew he didn't make the rules, only that he needed follow them.

Edzard came through at almost the exact same location that his Captain had and almost ran into the back of him. He caught himself quickly and snapped his heels together and rendered the proper salute. He dared not speak, the Captain seemed to be focusing his attention elsewhere. Edzard couldn't blame him, it was a beautiful piece of weaponry they now had to assist in the annihilation of the Americans. Edzard just hoped he would get the chance to see it in action.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

She was a fine beast, a beauty of the battlefield and her arm (Turret) reached out further than any other girl (tank) he’d ever seen. Sure, he’d seen plenty of tanks as an SS-Panzer leader, but there was something about the young beast, the beautiful hard canvas girl before him that made him tingle inside. Perhaps it was the thought of having his very first tank to commandeer; as he willed? With a crew specifically assigned to him, to do as he pleased. Heck, he could have them wash the tank twice a day and spit polish it’s tracks, only to demoralize them when he rode it, personally, through a muddy field. The thought brought a small chilled grin to his lips and the Hauptsturmführer’s posture relaxed a little.

A sudden click of boots however snapped the Hauptsturmführer back to reality, as he wearily turned his head to look upon his Unterscharführer (Sergeant), standing to attention. With so many men coming and going from his regiment, Rafael hadn’t the chance to acquaint most of the new-comers, such as the Unterscharführer who stood proudly stern nearby him. “Unterscharführer, nett von Ihnen, uns anzuschließen. Mit was denkt, dass Sie von der Dame wir gegeben worden sind, zu tanzen?” questioned Rafael with a big smug grin on his face, which was VERY unusual, considering the man always proclaimed a devious and hard boiled look that bored holes into the soul of men. Yet, now, he was joking and light hearted? Perhaps for once, this Hauptsturmführer had good news. Not bad.

Turning back to the patient lady quietly sitting there, Hauptsturmführer Wolfram suddenly twisted his Officer’s cap off and slung it towards Gunter Dietrich who just happened to be closest to him. “Halten Sie das für mich, fest wenn ich irgendeine Schmutzmarkierungen verabschiede, ich werde Sie leckend sie haben - Sie, auf dort. Erklärt Ihren Namen?” Gunter phased a worried look as he caught the Officer’s cap and cradled it with his forearms, knowing his fingers were dirty, the other two men trying hard to not laugh… But as Mr Wolfram questioned the man atop of the tank at the helm, the brute sitting high within his place, the men drew quiet, as if awaiting for him to answer. “Schütze, Richard Markus, Herr Hauptsturmführer” announced the brute firmly, his back firm and straight still.

Rafael nodded, before once again, he surprisingly and suddenly planted his hands upon the tank’s exterior, lifting himself up onto the hard canvas body to crouch wearily, before standing and stepping towards the helm where the man sat. “Markus, Starten Sie sie. Ich will ihr Gebrüll hören, will ich die Verbundenen Idioten, dieses Tiergebrüll zu hören!” spurted out Rafael, as he leant down slightly, watching Markus nod in shock and disappear down into the tank… Then… The engine kicked in and like a new born baby, the tank let out a stinking loud roar, whilst the diesel fuelled engine ticked over with a pleasurably vibration to it’s body. Rafael grinned deviously.


Translations:[/b]

Unterscharführer, nett von Ihnen, uns anzuschließen. Mit was denkt, dass Sie von der Dame wir gegeben worden sind, zu tanzen?
~ (SS) Sergeant, nice of you to join us. What do you think of the lady we've been given to dance with?

Halten Sie das für mich, fest wenn ich irgendeine Schmutzmarkierungen verabschiede, ich werde Sie leckend sie haben - Sie, auf dort. Erklärt Ihren Namen?
~ Hold on to that for me, if I see any dirt marks, I'll have you licking them off - You, up there. State your name?

Schütze, Richard Markus, Herr Hauptsturmführer
~ Private, Richard Markus. Captain.

Markus, Starten Sie sie. Ich will ihr Gebrüll hören, will ich die Verbundenen Idioten, dieses Tiergebrüll zu hören!
~ Markus, Start her up. I want to hear her roar, I want those Allied idiots to hear this beast roar!

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

With the utmost peculiarity the Hauptsturmfuhrer was almost in a jolly sort of mood. This totally threw Edzard off guard to the point where he almost forgot to return his arm to his side as he answered the Hauptsturmfuhrer. "Well sir, I...uh...It's a beautiful one and I would envy any man that received such a glorious gift as her dance." He meant every word of it, after all he had been an engineer before joining.

He was so anxious about the Tiger. He wanted to pop her open like a can of sardines and see how she worked. See if there were any ways he could possibly make her preform better, doubtful. But he wanted to manufacture a few parts for her, better durability with harder metals that were also lighter as to enable her to be a more proficient killing beast.

As he opened his mouth yet again he caught himself as the Hauptsturmfuhrer tore his cover from his brow and threw to the dirtiest man there. This was very odd indeed. This must be the closest thing the Hauptsturmfuhrer has ever had to a daughter to be going on like he was, but no one seemed to mind. They all knew they were the lucky ones to have been able to witness this, more than likely, all to brief moment of joy exuding from the Hauptsturmfuhrer.

Edzard just stepped back and watched the Hauptsturmfuhrer pulled his way atop her as she roared to life. A small plume of smoke shot from atop her rear as the smell of diesel slowly filled the air. This was a great day indeed. Edzard almost smiled as he thought to himself Well now the mechanics would be atop his list for those to jump hard and inspect often. They were his babysitters, so to speak. Never mess with a man's daughter. Well the Americans were really going to have a time now. The SS just got a little more intense.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

The noise of the tank was tremendous and the small makeshift workshop almost bounced to it’s colossus engine’s spitting, the small trails of fumes bellowing up from behind the tank, the fresh pungent smell of musk and grit from the diesel. The scent of a truly spectacular piece of German Engineering, a beautiful piece of German Engineering in it’s full glory; The Hauptsturmfuhrer’s look softening as he quietly made two strokes with his left hand along the hard frame of the Tiger, almost like he was soothing it. She truly was beautiful and the Hauptsturmfuhrer knew fully well, it’s capabilities within battle, would easily wreck any pesky Allied Tank.

Giving a full hardy sigh, Rafael twisted a little to look upon the three crew members standing on the work floor, assigned to drive and maintain the Tiger Tank for as long as it were beneath Hauptsturmfuhrer Wolfram’s command, or they had someone else fill their shoes, assuming they survived. Thumping his hand against the armour a little, he leaned over the helm’s opening and shouted down towards the driver, Richard Markus “Stimmen Sie, zu ist das genug” the engine immediately clicking and shuddering to a halt as the last bellow of fumes alluded from the back.

Glancing to the Unterscharführer who admired and watched the Tiger Tank, Rafael couldn’t help but notice that slight glint in his eye. “Deshalb an was denkt Sie sie?” questioned Rafael towards Edzard, giving a look that dauntingly only wanted the truthful and honest opinion; Karl Johann meanwhile smugly grinned and butted in, stepping forwards a little to say “Sie ist in Münze Bedingung Hauptsturmführer, wir alle persönlich Säge zu ihm”[/I], but the young witty crew member was soon faced with a long glare from the Hauptsturmfuhrer, who quietened the man with a look that begged to be differed with. The question was not appointed to him and Rafael found it remarkably rude that such interfering were to be made, however, he ignored the male and awaited a response from Unterscharführer.

By now, Richard, the driver, had emerged at the helm again and took witness to the stern stare traded between the two men. He himself seeing just how strong minded their new commander could possibly be, but the attribute showed strength and with strength and a strong regiment, came discipline - sadly.



Translations:[/b]

Stimmen Sie, zu ist das genug.
~ Okay, that’s enough.

Deshalb an was denkt Sie sie?
~ So, what do you think of her?

Sie ist in Münze Bedingung Hauptsturmführer, wir alle persönlich Säge zu ihm.
~ She's in Mint condition Hauptsturmführer, we all personally saw to it.

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

Edzard let his gaze slowly fall over almost every detail of her, almost as if it were a real woman. The steady rumble it emitted was of great power yet it was soothing. The Hauptsturmfuhrer emerged from atop the Tiger and instructed to turn her off, almost made Edzard a little bit sad but he knew it was not permanent. Then the Hauptsturmfuhrer's attention turned to him, but before he could answer one of the crew decided to ruin the moment of joy but the Hauptsturmfuhrer put a stop to that rather quickly. Edzard loved that aspect of his superior, he did not mess around, at all. No second chances no room for error. He was a great leader to follow into battle, and Edzard would do so without question.

"Well sir..." he knew this would be one of his few chances to be be blunt with the Hauptsturmfuhrer so he chose not to pass up the opportunity "...she is radiant but the American tanks can possibly move faster, although they don't stand a chance against her, some more speed would be nice. You can never have the best weapon, only a better made one. I'd hate to see her left on the other side of a river because the Americans passed her by and then blew the bridge, not that she wouldn't cause massive casualties in the process." The thought almost saddened him, what with the thought of her being left out of what she was born for. "One other thing sir..." he didn't want to talk too long and try the Hauptsturmfuhrer's patients "...what are we going to call her?"

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Hauptsturmfuhrer Wolfram nodded towards the Unterscharführer who spoke of adjustments that could be made to the fine young girl. Her armour that could undergo some light adjustments? It was a plausible and possible consideration that could be taken into effect and it made much sense to do so; but the fine young beast was built to withstand a good thrashing from pesky Allied Tanks, an armoured sassy that could bounce their projectiles off easily. With thinner made armour, or lighter weighted armour, the Tiger Tank’s defensive strength could be abandoned…?

Glancing between a couple of the men from his position upon the Tank, Rafael decided he’d seen enough and curled his nimble long fingers fine exterior of the armour’s edge to hold tightly as he worked his way down, his fine polished boots clicking effortlessly against the hard concrete ground beneath them. Without any word, it looked as if the Hauptsturmfuhrer had either ignored the young N.C.O’s ideas, as if they were perhaps preposterous, as he turned his attention towards the grotty man holding his Officer’s Cap and plucked it from the man’s grasp - Carefully inspecting the cap for smudge marks.

Nodding with a pleased approval to the man’s babysitting of his Officer’s Cap, he slanted it down upon his thick skull and gave a little twist that fasted it into place. Standing tall, the men awkwardly looked among themselves from the silence of their superior? Until; “Was ist Ihr Namen Unterscharführer?” he questioned sternly towards Edzard, as if demanding to know from the tone of his voice and his narrow stare. Rafael’s hands folding up behind his back as he awaited a straight forwards answer, before impatiently continuing to carry on, as if he couldn’t wait any longer “Ich interessiere mich sehr für Ihre Ideen und irgendeine Motivation hat gezeigt, die Beförderung von unserer Teilung zu verbessern, ist mehr als würdig, auch zugehört zu werden” suddenly announced Rafael, as if he were tricking them into thinking he was unimpressed, but rather, if not totally, the opposite.

Shedding a slight concealed grin towards the Unterscharführer, he glanced off towards the few crew members standing about, as if idle and surprised. “Sie Menge, sind Sie jetzt unter dem Befehl unserem lieben Unterscharführer hier. Sie werden machen, während er erbittet, als unsere herrliche Trophäe hier zu verbessern. Sie hören mich?” firmly spat out Mr Wolfram, as the men straightened up and replied with a “Verstanden, Herr Hauptsturnfuhrer”[/I] but the men’s eyes soon dauntingly laid upon the
Unterscharführer, as if awaiting command or ready to rebel.


Translations:[/b]
Was ist Ihr Namen Unterscharführer?
~ What is your name Sergeant?

Ich interessiere mich sehr für Ihre Ideen und irgendeine Motivation hat gezeigt, die Beförderung von unserer Teilung zu verbessern, ist mehr als würdig, auch zugehört zu werden.
~ I am highly interested in your ideas and any motivation shown to improve the advancement of our division, is more than worthy to being listened too.

Sie Menge, sind Sie jetzt unter dem Befehl unserem lieben Unterscharführer hier. Sie werden machen, während er erbittet, als unsere herrliche Trophäe hier zu verbessern. Sie hören mich?
~ You lot, you are now under the command of our dear Unterscharführer here. You will do as he requests as to improve our glorious trophy here. You hear me?

Verstanden, Herr Hauptsturnfuhrer
~ Understood, Captain

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

Edzard watched as the Hauptsturmfuhrer climbed down from the big girl and addressed him. His question caught him a little off guard and he thought he might be standing there a bit, after all she was new and we were all very proud of her, and he had to go and tell him that she wasn't perfect. My name is Edzard sir, Edzard Crimm to be precise." But the rest of the Hauptsturmfuhrer's statement was even more of a shock. He said that he wanted Edzard to undergo the improvements. Then, on top of that, he gave Edzard a handful of men to do it with.

A huge smile came across his face, Finally... he thought to himself ..I get the chance to get dirty and build once again. He almost couldn't contain himself. He regained his composure and then, to assure the great Hauptsturmfuhrer, he told him "Sir, I will do my best to bring up to your highest expectations without sacrificing any of her already wonderful abilities." He meant every word and had all intentions of doing as he said. After all if he screwed this up, who knows how long it would be before he would get the opportunity to do so again.

He turned to the small group of men Alright gentlemen, I know we are all excited about our newest addition to our already glorious unit so this is what I propose." he didn't like what he was about to say but he knew it was in the best interest to do so "Since it would be difficult to start working on plans for her without a clear head, I would like for you to finish your gawking and what not in the next few minutes and then take the rest of the day and enjoy...uh...well whatever it is you do, for I want you here no later than 0400 hrs. in the morning, and we probably won't be getting finished until after dark each night. I don't care if you are sick, if you're wife is giving birth to your first born son, or if your mother sent you a letter from her death bed that said that your father was too much of a coward to watch her die and shot himself. You WILL be here." He looked over them carefully to see there expressions, knowing that if they didn't already look to worried, they were about to. "If I have to come find you, you may just want to live your last few moments by the expression, 'Like father, like son' am I clear?"

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

A small smile of accomplishment phased past the Hauptsturmfuhrer’s lips as he looked upon the man now formally known as; Unterscharführer Crimm. Sure, perhaps he were making a mistake, putting the crew of odd-jobs beneath this mysterious male’s commands already, but he didn’t need to question or wait, he could see by the mere glint in the man’s eyes, this is where he would want to be. Not the field, not the parading ground, but here, in the grotty garage with a beast of a tank to play with. What man wouldn’t? But the Unterscharführer certainly had a look about him, that renounced his experience with the mechanical aspects. Let’s hope he were right.

Standing aside, the Hauptsturmfuhrer patiently allowed the man to jump into his boots and waste no time in getting some orders finalised to the small motley crew of men. All of them beginning to ache as their postures slackened a little, not purely upon the basis of keeping a straight back and firm posture, but they’d been working hard already to get the tank into good shape with the many new parts they’d been given and funded by Mr Wolfram personally… Something the Hauptsturmfuhrer kept secret… Pulling a few strings and digging his hand into his own pocket to get a mean machine of his own, especially for his unit. What other Officers would go to such trouble, to get a dear Mean Machine so quickly for their regiment?

Gunter gave a small praised look as he listened to the words - DAY OFF, but they all soon dropped their heads as they heard Four AM and the demoralising remarks made to get them submissive. Dieter frowned, almost wanting to knock the Unterscharführer out of his boots with a swift kick, he was not happy and his expression showed it. Mainly so, as the orders for working whole days seemed daunting and the prospect of sitting in prison began to seem much better than breaking bones by being in the stuffy workshop every day and night. The other’s began to feel the same, but orders were orders and they nodded with a confirmed look that they wouldn’t disobey and risk the threat of being hunted down.

Looking towards the man after he’d finished speaking, he smirked a little to speak “Sie werden einen Monat zu für Ihre Planung und Arbeit gegeben werden, erwarte ich, Fortschritt wirklich bald zu sehen, und wenn Sie mehr Arbeitskräfte erfordern, oder fundierend für Materialien... Lassen Sie mich sofort wissen” and the Hauptsturmfuhrer meant every word. Heck, he had a whole regiment sitting on it’s arse at the moment and sufficient funds for extra materials, if need be.


Translations:[/b]

Sie werden einen Monat zu für Ihre Planung und Arbeit gegeben werden, erwarte ich, Fortschritt wirklich bald zu sehen, und wenn Sie mehr Arbeitskräfte erfordern, oder fundierend für Materialien... Lassen Sie mich sofort wissen.
~ You will be given a month to for your planning and work, I expect to see progress real soon and if you require anymore man-power or funding for materials... Let me know immediately.

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

He was almost saddened for the men as his speech took it's toll on them rather quickly, but war was war, you can sit and tell all the war stories you want as soon as you claim victory. But victory was not going to be claimed on a grand enough scale without armor and everyone knew it. He also knew that a month, while in most aspects was a pretty long period of time, would be pushing some limits but no use in having a great weapon if it never sees the battlefield.

"Thank you sir, you will have progress by the end of the week or you will have hides sir." He wouldn't cause harm to the men but he needed them to be sure, beyond the shadow of a doubt at seven PM, that they knew they had a long hard road ahead of them and it would push them to, if not past, their breaking points. "Well sir, I know you have already bestowed upon me a fine group of men, unclean as they are..." He laughed in his head "...but they all have specialization in mechanics and I would hate to lose such skill on an injury during manual labor, and it would be very likely with the fatigue they will undergo. If it isn't too much to ask right from the start sir, would it be possible to maybe rotate out a pair of soldiers each day through here, just for the odds and inns jobs that require little to no skill, just a good back, sir?" He didn't know if he had just overstepped his parameters but he did know the possibilities of injury around such heavy materials with fatigue involved.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Looking over the men who quietly listened to the conversation undergoing between the two officers, Rafael couldn’t help but give a stare, his trademark look that caused the men to divert their gaze and shift their body posture awkwardly to the situation. Looking back upon the Unterscharführer who began to speak, he nodded slowly. He knew a month wasn’t a great deal of time and the massive task of having such a tank to deal with, wasn’t exactly your local automobile, but the Germans were genius Mechanical Pioneers and he had a great deal of respect to those with Mechanical experience; one of them just happening to be the Unterscharführer who now burdened the task of improving the tank. Something he’d surely see into giving a good word about, if successful.

Folding his arms up behind his back, the Hauptsturmfuhrer listened intently, with all the necessary eyes and ears needed for the job. It was expected to have extra labour and he himself would’ve requested the same if in his shoes; Nodding appropriately, Rafael snapped his fingers towards Gunter who pulled a sharp look at being drawn to attention, the greasy man approaching quickly as he stood beside the two Officers with a straight back and chin-up. “Herr Hauptsturmfuhrer?”[/I] he questioned worriedly, swallowing a bitter taste. “Sie werden zum Verwaltungsbüro schnell berichten und werden eine Dienstplanliste für „der Zweit Panzer Teilung, Da Reich“ erbitten!, wenn auch gebezweifet, Sie werden berichten, dass diese Reihenfolgen von Hauptsturmfuhrer Wolfram sind. Sie sollten keine Sorgen haben, obwohl, jetzt geht, erhält Ihren Unterscharführer jenen Dienstplan sofort” spoke Mr Wolfram coldly and quickly, as if acting on impulse quickly, needlessly wanting to waste anymore time, alike the fellow male who foretold the situation to the men hastily.

Looking upon Edzard, he merely listened to the Crew-Member’s boots click against the ground as he trotted out of the workshop quickly. “ Es ist gemacht, werden Sie Ihre Arbeitskräfte haben. Benutzen Sie den Dienstplan, um Ihre Männer täglich oder wöchentlich zu wählen, und irgendein Patrouillieren oder Pflichten den den Männern die Sie wählen werden behandelt werden dementsprechend, damit nicht sich sorgt, ich werde ein anderes Regiment gern macht unser Bieten für den Monat haben” he said quite simply and straight forwardly, trying to hide his small grin and laughter emitting within his mind, sure, getting another regiment to do the chores sounded good.

Tilting his head, he exhaled quickly and sprung another question without error or pause “Gibt es etwas sonst Sie erbitten Unterscharführer?”, his look curious and his eyes narrow.

Translations:[/b]

Sie werden zum Verwaltungsbüro schnell berichten und werden eine Dienstplanliste für „der Zweit Panzer Teilung, Da Reich“ erbitten!, wenn auch gebezweifet, Sie werden berichten, dass diese Reihenfolgen von Hauptsturmfuhrer Wolfram sind. Sie sollten keine Sorgen haben, obwohl, jetzt geht, erhält Ihren Unterscharführer jenen Dienstplan sofort.
~ You will report to the administration office quickly and request a roster list for the "Second Panzer Division, Das Reich!", if questioned, you will report these orders are from Hauptsturmfuhrer Wolfram. You shouldn't have any worries though, now go, get your Unterscharführer that roster immediately.

Es ist gemacht, werden Sie Ihre Arbeitskräfte haben. Benutzen Sie den Dienstplan, um Ihre Männer täglich oder wöchentlich zu wählen, und irgendein Patrouillieren oder Pflichten den den Männern die Sie wählen werden behandelt werden dementsprechend, damit nicht sich sorgt, ich werde ein anderes Regiment gern macht unser Bieten für den Monat haben.
~ It is done, you will have your man-power. Use the roster to pick your men daily or weekly and any patrolling or duties that may coincide with the men you pick will be dealt with accordingly, so do not worry, I'll have another regiment gladly do our bidding for the month.

Gibt es etwas sonst Sie erbitten Unterscharführer?
~ Is there anything else you request Unterscharführer?

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

OOC: Gotta admit it Raf, you have a way of making your posts really seem like reality and I applaud you for that. I throughly enjoy RPing with you every time, you have a great talent. Many thanks for keeping it real.

IC: Edzard almost became giddy as the Hauptsturmfuhrer snapped his fingers and with a short command, relayed the information and it was carried out. It was not easily accomplished, the loyalty and respect this man was given and no one had a problem giving it to him. He might be hard on his men but it was, in the end, for their own good and we all knew it. When he said '...your Unterscharfuhrer..' a sense of pride rushed over Edzard like never before. He knew right then that he would break his own back, if need be, to accomplish this task for his Hauptsturmfuhrer as soon as he could with the kind of quality that a surgeon uses.

"Sir, you have already been too kind in your assistance. Thank you for the opportunity and the resources sir. I will do my best to push the limits of German engineering with this job, sir." Edzard glanced over at his newly appointed crew in which he would use, quite literally, to make this girl all she could be. "Actually sir there is one other thing..." he felt that if he turned back to the Hauptsturmfuhrer too quickly after saying that, that his eyeballs might be scorched inside of his own skull "...We still haven't named her, sir. I would love to know what you would like us to call her since we will be so intimate with her for the next month, sir." Edzard knew that if the Hauptsturmfuhrer had thought that Edzard was about to take it too far that he might actually let that smile out now.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Lol, thank you. Nice thing to say - really good Rper yourself, enjoy the threads likewise. Should Rp more often, can’t wait till a battle thread with you someday.

IC:

The Hauptsturmfuhrer nodded quietly and shuffled upon his feet a little to gain some comfort ability within his boots, his hands folding within one another behind his back, whilst his eyes lisped over Edzard’s face, as if ready to snap another man to attention to do some bidding for the Unterscharfuhrer once again, but simply listened to the man bid a thank-you; Rafael subtly winked and strafed his look off towards the remaining crew members, who’d by now, began to talk amongst themselves a little.

“Ich bin sicher Sie werden machen eine feine Aufgabe Unterscharfuhrer, die weiß, Sie dürfen nur Ihren eigenen Tank irgendwann verdienen” the Hauptsturmfuhrer replied with a more laid back tone, a slight grin emerging from the corners of his lips as he watched the man, but somehow thought he’d be more valuable under the engine, rather than on the battlefield - who knows, could be worthy in both areas? Time would tell and Rafael simplified a look that made the man look curious; curious to see how this project would go, with a simple hunch and expectation from someone who displayed an eager knowledge. As far as he was concerned paper wise, the man was a simple NCO and Workshop regular, sure, he’d done his research on all the men within his regiment… Wasn’t that big, just yet.

Thinking there was no more to be asked off him, Rafael unfolded his arms from behind his back and took an aimless step slowly towards his side, just about to bid the man farewell and perhaps an honourable salute he rarely gave to most men. The Hauptsturmfuhrer was known by his superiors for hardly showing a full handed salute, just a quick raise of the hand, only ever clicking his boots and saluting at full length when someone passionate or truly deserved it came into the limelight; he wasn’t breaking regulations, just making a statement subliminally. Actions are louder than words.

Smiling to himself and half twisting his body to look back towards the Unterscharfuhrer, Rafael chirped a small laugh and dipped his head in thought for a brief moment, before giving the man a stern look and plucking up some breath to say “Jetzt, dass, Unterscharfuhrer erzählen würde. Sie haben kaum mein liebes Mädchen noch, nur sich vergewissert kennengelernt, dass Sie nach ihr jetzt anschauen” Rafael said with a cheeky smile, nodding towards Edzard one last time, before turning away and briskly walking past the crew members that stood up and closed their mouths, shuddering as the Hauptsturmfuhrer stared at them upon passing, the fresh smell of tobacco alluding his tunic upon walking by, the smell of a man who knew his tobacco brand well - a well hidden secret that he didn’t smoke perhaps now released. Oh well.


Translations:[/b]

Ich bin sicher Sie werden machen eine feine Aufgabe Unterscharfuhrer, die weiß, Sie dürfen nur Ihren eigenen Tank irgendwann verdienen.
~ I'm sure you'll do a fine job Unterscharfuhrer, who knows, you may just earn your own tank someday.

Jetzt, dass, Unterscharfuhrer erzählen würde. Sie haben kaum mein liebes Mädchen noch, nur sich vergewissert kennengelernt, dass Sie nach ihr jetzt anschauen.
~ Now that would be telling, Unterscharfuhrer. You've hardly got to know my dear girl yet, just make sure you look after her now.

[PuNk! ™]

Thread Finished:

Following CP has been Issued;

• Captain, Rafael Z. Wolfram: 15CP
  ~ You have shown true compliance & effort to advancing the Axis Stronghold.
  
  
• Sergeant, Edzard Crimm: 15CP
  ~ You have also shown true compliance & effort to advancing the Axis Stronghold, as well as respecting the chain of command.
  

~Danny