Patrolling the Border

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

Light boots padded along the thin dirt path, sharp eyes peered about from under the protective steel of a helmet, a Mauser Karbine 98k Rifle hung lazily from his hands. The sky was dark, the stars hidden by cloud cover, the moonlight breaking through every now and then. CJ was on patrol, and bored with it. How many times had he walked up and down this train track? True the train station in Salzburg was an important station, without it the Axis forces couldn't move troops and equipment into Austria as easily. Salzburg was just behind the Austrian Border; it was one of two rail lines that ran into Germany. The other was Passau to the north, both where currently under Axis Control with the Conquer of Austria.
Breath misted the air as CJ exhaled. He knew why he had to patrol, but he really didn't see the point. There was no enemy troops around the area, to get here they'd have to break through the German lines in Austria, witch every week was becoming more and more difficult. Twice a Week a Train passed through Salzburg, first loaded with Fresh troops and equipment, Armour and weapons. Second heading back into Germany full of tired troops and broken equipment, the train rarely had any waisted space.

Something suddenly causes CJ to stop, his breath caught in his throat as he strained his ears, nothing.... nothing.... Thump, thump, thump.... FOOTSTEPS. CJ dropped to one knee and raised his Mauser, lining the barrel towards the approaching footsteps. Who would be out here, there was another soldier patrolling this line but he was meant to be at the other side of town. Slowly a figure came into view. The sights of CJ's Mauser soon had the approaching persons head lined up. Far above the moonlight broke through once again, casting its bright glow over the area, the person stopped as CJ became illuminated, his rifle steadily levelled at the old mans face. "Halt!" CJ shouted, the man raised his hands and dropped to his knees. Obviously he knew the drill. Slowly CJ got to his feet, his rifle never leaving the mans face. He glanced around to see if the man had company, after a minute it was apparent that he was alone, CJ moved up carefully, speaking rough German. "Ihre Geschäftskultur". The man looked up with fear on his face, the weapon seemed to be making him nervous, and CJ lowered the barrel away from his face, but held it over his heart. "Was machst du hier? Dieser Bereich ist eingeschränkt" The old man shook his head. "Ich war verloren in den Wald rund um die Stadt, fand ich den Titel und folgte ihnen Hoffnung, sie würde mich zurück in die Stadt. Bitte nicht schießen mich, die ich nicht zu übertreten."
CJ frowned, trying to figure out if the man was telling the truth. It didn't matter, he caught the man on the tracks, his orders where to shoot anyone caught on the tracks. This was an old man, defenceless as well, and if his story was to be believed a lost person too. "Was tun, wenn Sie in den Wald?". The man didn't answer straight away, he paused as if thinking, trying to come up with a believable lie maybe? CJ waited a few more seconds, the man remained silent. CJ shook his head and pulled the trigger. The shot echoed around the outskirts of the town of Salzburg, surly the guards at the station would hear it and come to investigate. CJ watched the old mans body slump to the ground, he took a deep breath. He had never killed a civilian before, the man was on his knees, hand up, no weapon, no threat, just a lost man in the wrong place at the wrong time.

CJ rubbed the back of his neck and sat down across from the body. The Station guards would take a short while to get here; He stared at the body, blood beginning to pool around it from the hole in his chest. His shoulders slumped and he placed the butt of the Mauser on the ground, the barrel in the air, smoke still rose from it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter and a crumpled pack of cigarettes. He took one and lit it, inhaling the smoke and holding it in his lungs. Glancing back at the body before exhaling. He hung his head as he waited for the body to be collected.



Translation:
1. State your Business
2. What are you doing here, this area is restricted
3. I was lost in the forest around the town, I found the tracks and followed them hoping they would lead me back to town. Please don't shoot me, I didn't mean to trespass.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

A rifle-shot, a tremendous echo that arose throughout the tender land of Germany’s musk terrain, particularly in the dead of night, as the silent gust of wind swept the cob-webs from off their perched branches within the trees, bristling amongst the dormant leaves, dying from the chill of the night’s cold air. Germany’s untouched land, now suddenly becoming subdued to warfare, as the single rifle-shot abruptly arouse life into everyone… Particularly Captain Wolfram.

Rafael Z. Wolfram, to be precise, was indulged in a friendly conversation with his fellow comrade and soldier in arms. The Captain’s SS uniform gently ruffled to the breeze, as he stood within the dormant air of the cold night’s breeze, his fine black nipped and tucked uniform looking all too intimidating, whilst the fine silver buttons outlined the delicate and antiquate decoration to his posture and statue amongst the ranks of men in the German Army - the Waffen SS.

Captain Wolfram’s head sharply snapped to the side, as his hands abruptly made themselves useful, clutching on to his finely polished MP 44 Sub-Machine Gun, a true mechanical menace. “Ertönen Sie der Alarm, an Ihren Posten!” Rafael shouted aloud within the confines of the open station, hearing the cumbersome bells rattle and soldier’s feet clicking against the marble flooring as they assigned to their posts. “Gerwulf!” Captain Wolfram hollered again somewhat, towards his comrade, his fine young SS Soldier, who quickly hurried over, banqueting his rifle calmly between his palms, looking piercingly confident with his blue eyes - just alike Captain Wolfram, as Rafael’s narrow blue eyes and blonde hair instinctively proclaimed him one of the true pure breeds to the Aryan race - the one strong race.

Without many more words to utter, the Captain coiled his hand towards the young man beneath his command and suddenly sprung off the heels to his fine leather boots to prance out of the station, glancing both ways down the train-track, before his young comrade suggestively said “Ich denke, dass der Schuss von so, Herr gekommen ist. Es gibt eine Patrouille hinunter dort... Ich denke”[/I] before the young man took a step back into line, but Captain Wolfram ruggedly grasped the man by the arm, hauling him forwards. “Gut, Gut. Wir werden es überprüfen - nimmt Punkt, werden Sie Passen Sie an mich” Rafael husked some, as he pushed the boy in front, clutching his sub-machine gun in both hands, relatively following the young man who took lead as he was ordered - briskly walking down the track’s side.

It must’ve been, several minutes, until something finally erupted into sight - Gerwulf, his young fine SS Soldier springing into action, as he hesitantly and sharply raised his weapon towards something moving in the short distance, but the debt of the dark concealing his identity. “Wer gibt es!? Zeigen Sie sich!”[/I] Gerwulf chanted out some, twice, before the Captain briskly walked up beside his young soldier on red-alert, pushing the soldier’s rifle down slowly, as the blonde hair and blue eyed male squinted to look off into the distance, recognising the uniform somewhat. “Schreiten Sie fort Soldat, dies ist Kapitän Wolfram…” Rafael briskly said, hoping to lure out the male in the friendly uniform, either of them not entirely understanding the situation - nor seeing the body on the ground.


Translations:[/b]
Ertönen Sie der Alarm, an Ihren Posten!
~ Sound the Alarm, at your posts!

Ich denke, dass der Schuss von so, Herr gekommen ist. Es gibt eine Patrouille hinunter dort... Ich denke.
~ I think the gunshot came from that way, sir. There is a patrol down there... I think.

Gut, Gut. Wir werden es überprüfen - nimmt Punkt, werden Sie Passen Sie an mich.
~ Good, Good. We shall check it out - take point, you will accommodate me.

Wer gibt es!? Zeigen Sie sich!
~ Who's there!? Show yourself!

Schreiten Sie fort Soldat, dies ist Kapitän Wolfram...
~ Step forth soldier, this is Captain Wolfram...

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

A small wisp of smoke rose slowly from CJ's Nostrils, he snorted and shook his head, he hated doing that. Blowing smoke from his nose always seemed to irritate him. He took one last drag on the cigarette before dropping it to the ground and crushing it out with his boot. He leaned back on the rock and blew a smoke ring into the air, watching it float up and dissipate.
He looked back at the body on the ground, the blood flow had slowed, if a medic had been here the person might have been saved. But that was not the case. He was in a restricted area, and was caught by a patrol.

CJ had head many stories in his time here. Some of them where similar to this, a patrol finding a civilian in a place where they shouldn’t be, their alibi not adding up. Not once did he ever think that he would have a story of his own to tell. Now that he thought about it, it wasn't much of a story. All he did was what he was supposed to do, guard the tracks, and shoot anyone who wasn't meant to be there. Nothing more, he didn't do anything important, just shoot an unarmed, old man in the heart. A cold shiver ran down his spine at that thought. Maybe he should have taken him back to the barracks, there was an SS Captain back in Salzburg, he could have interrogated the man far more effective then CJ did.

He turned his head away from the man, as he did he spotted movement coming up the tracks, CJ had a good vantage point from his position and could dimly see the German Uniforms. The one walking point must have seen CJ and shouted out to him. CJ tilted his head and slowly got to his feet. When the second man spoke CJ straightened up, he knew how to act in the presence of the Captain. Marching up and stopping in front of the two men he saluted. "Hail Hitler. Corporal Christopher James D'Dario, Italienisch Gewehr Mann." He lowered his hand and stood at attention. "Ich fand diesen Mann zu Fuß entlang der Gleise. Er sagte, er hätte verloren in den Wald und war auf den Spuren der Stadt. Als ich ihn fragte, warum er in den Wald und den ersten Platz, und er zögerte nicht beantwortet werden konnte, bin ich davon ausgegangen, er werde versuchen, und laufen, damit ich ihn erschossen." As he spoke he waved his hand in the direction of the body before standing to attention again.


Translations:
1. Hail Hitler. Corpral Christoper James D'Dario, Italian Rifle man
2. I found this man walking along the tracks. He said he had been lost in the forest and was following the tracks to town. When I asked him why he was in the forest in the first place he hesitated and didn't answer, I assumed he was going to try and run so I shot him

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Gerwulf, the young fine soldier, almost gave a slight snicker towards the fellow Italian Corporal who approached, the young German male obviously not being the type to acquaint with Italians. The whole charade between the Germans and Italians amused Rafael, Captain Wolfram, most of the time - as it was more a, competition? With one another, rather than one side being stronger and the opposite following, submissively. No, Germany proved great strength, but the Italians, they tried to match it competitively, which caused dents and holes in the Nazi ego and pride.

As the young Italian soldier saluted, Captain Wolfram beckoned his hand up and nodded in gesture respectfully, remaining timidly calm and patience as the man began to speak about the situation that’d arose and unfolded. Rafael’s eyes skimmed to the vague silhouette of the body slumped onto the cold tracks, a slight grimace taking to his face as he abruptly looked towards the Italian Corporal again. “Sie haben Brunnen gemacht, der Mangel der Gnade zeigt, ist, was ich mag” the Captain said complimentary towards the young soldier, as he coiled his hand out to pat the male on the shoulder, before giving a hard sigh and slowly stepping past the male to speak again -- “Aber... Das beendet das Durcheinander nicht, das Sie gemacht haben, Kamerad”.

Captain Wolfram’s boots softly grizzled as he knelt down slowly, squatting a little beside the body, slipping out a pure white handkerchief from his inside pocket, as he masked one of his hands temporarily like a glove, reaching into the old man’s pockets slowly, looking for anything conspicuous. Eventually, after the third or forth pocket, Rafael’s fingers grasped a passport, documentation. The Captain’s eyebrow raising slowly, as he stood up and glanced to the soldier vaguely, as the small passport booklet was opened within his grasp to read -- “Haben Sie gedacht, um Identifikation zu bitten?” the Captain queried a little, as he gave yet another displeasing sigh, to slip out “Italiener... Am wahrscheinlichsten ein Parteigänger. Würden Sie nicht sagen, Obergefreiter?” the Captain’s stare lucid in the dark, as he offered the young man a small door in which he could avoid getting into trouble or questioned, partisans being the primal Italian Rebels, resistance.


Translations:[/b]

Sie haben Brunnen gemacht, der Mangel der Gnade zeigt, ist, was ich mag.
~ You done well, showing lack of mercy is what I like.

Aber... Das beendet das Durcheinander nicht, das Sie gemacht haben, Kamerad.
~ But... That doesn't conclude the mess you've made, comrade.

Haben Sie gedacht, um Identifikation zu bitten?
~Did you think to ask for identification?

Italiener... Am wahrscheinlichsten ein Parteigänger. Würden Sie nicht sagen, Obergefreiter?
~ Italian... Most likely a partisan. Wouldn't you say, Corporal?

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

A narrow glance is all CJ gave the Younger German. CJ stiffened up slightly again as the Captain approached and spoke. A small smile lifted the corners of his lips when the captain complemented him. As the man walked past to examine the body he let that smile brake across his face as he stared at the Younger German, Just to be a smart arse he blew a small kiss to the German, he felt a little different after doing it, he felt like he did when his brother was still alive, back when he was outgoing, bordering crazy. He turned to face the Captain again as he sighed,
CJ had not asked for identification. He should have but in the heat of the moment it had slipped his mind, and the man didn't try and show the passport at all, he also didn't answer when questioned on why he was in the forest.

CJ was about to speak when Captain Wolfram spoke again, the man was Italian! A cold shiver ran up CJ's spine as he heard that, his stomach turned to ice and he almost didn't hear the Captains next words. A Partisan, Could he have been a member of the resistance? Opposed to the war and aiming to upset the Axis advance in any way possible. "Dies könnte erklären, warum er in den Wald, und warum er nicht antwortet mir, wenn ich ihn in Frage gestellt." CJ was trying to avoid answering the Captains first Question on weather he had asked about Identification before shooting him. "Es kann möglich sein, dass er ein Spion, bemüht sich um eine Woche auf den Spuren vor Ort zu distroy es? Es könnten mehr von ihnen in den Wald."

CJ looked down the tracks where the man came from. It was a possibility, and he was glad the Captain had suggested it. He would be in a lot of trouble if he had shot a civilian. The knot in his gut lessened a little at that thought. The old man wasn't an unarmed civilian; he was a member of the resistance, a rebel spy. That thought did make him feel a little better. "Was sind Sie Aufträge?"


Translation:
1. It might explain why he was in the forest, and why he didn't answer me when I questioned him on it.
2. It may be possable that he was a spy, trying to find a week spot in the tracks to distroy it? There might be more of them in the Forest.
3. What are you orders?

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Captain Wolfram still anguished the touch of the old man’s equipment, as the white handkerchief remained within his grasp, even when turning the pages on his passport, identification. The old man seemed to have travelled a fair bit, as Rafael’s eyes narrowed now and again to try and embellish the dark’s concealment over the wording he was trying to read - the only light being that of the vibrant moon, glorious stars and dim glow in the near distance from the station… So it was dark, real dark. Not usually a place a Captain would venture out too, only manned by one soldier.

Gerwulf, his young soldier, again gave a firm stare towards the Italian male who patronised him by blowing a kiss. Something the Captain hadn’t seen, but could distinctly feel the slight tension between the two males? Rafael had experience with the Italians before, personally -- so he knew neither side got along too well, very competitive. “Gut, vielleicht so…” Captain Wolfram first uttered out in compliance to the Corporal’s suggestion on destroying the tracks, before biting his lower lip and nodding slowly to himself, almost like a silent reply to the fact there may be more out there?

As the Captain’s boots stepped over the body to slowly walk towards the two soldiers again, his hand softly rested at his side, his nimble fingers running along the cold stainless steel to his MP 40, beginning to feel a little weary? Almost like they could be being watched at that precise moment. Rafael’s piercing blue eyes glanced around slowly, before facing the Corporal with a slight disturbing stare, obviously not seeming entirely secure. “Erhalten Sie den Körper ab den Eisenbahnen, schleudert nur es in jenem Graben, gute Ernährung für die Natur” Captain Wolfram said not very mercifully towards the dead old man, Rafael not wanting ‘HIS’ men digging shallow graves, for what could possibly be the enemy - not in the thick of night anyhow, particularly as the Captain felt like he was being watched.

“Gerwulf, Helfen Sie dem Obergefreiten” Captain Wolfram said a little sternly towards his young SS soldier, who gave a slight kiss of the teeth, before nodding and pushing off his feet to brush passed the Italian Corporal, swinging his rifle over his shoulder to stand by the body, giving a slight sigh as he knelt down to mutter out “Kann glauben, dass kein Italiener tatsächlich etwas geschossen hat”[/I] to himself, vaguely loud enough, but perhaps loud enough for the Italian to hear? As he grabbed the old man’s feet, looking to the Italian Corporal with a smirk…


Translations:[/b]

Gut, vielleicht so...
~ Well, Maybe So…

Erhalten Sie den Körper ab den Eisenbahnen, schleudert nur es in jenem Graben, gute Ernährung für die Natur
~ Get the body off the rails, just sling it in that ditch, good nourishment for the wildlife

Gerwulf, Helfen Sie dem Obergefreiten
~ Gerwulf, help the Corporal

Kann glauben, dass kein Italiener tatsächlich etwas geschossen hat
~ Can't believe an Italian actually shot something

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

CJ let a small grin pass over his lips again at the look he received from the Younger German. Turning to back toward the Captain he noticed the man stiffen a little, saw his hand reach down to touch the handle of his weapon and look about the surrounding countryside. Obviously the Captain felt out of place in this area. CJ couldn't blame him. If a sniper where hiding in the trees he could easily put a bullet in the Captains skull, and quite possibly the other two as well if he where quick enough or there where more of them. That thought alone sent a cold shiver down his spine.

CJ was still scanning the dark trees lining the rail tracks when the Captain gave the order to dump the body in a ditch. His face remained quite expressionless as he added that the body would be good food for the animals in the area. The man may have been a spy, but he was still an Italian. CJ hesitated for a moment as the SS Solder brushed past him to grab the mans feet. A few seconds later he moves as well to grab the old man by the arms and the murmured words of the Young German reach his ears. CJ just smiles as he helps to lift the body. "Glauben Sie mir: Junge, ich bin eine bessere Schuss dann wissen Sie. Ich bin ein Scharfschütze. Im Bewachung nur diese Spur, weil Sie Ihr Deutsch Kommandeure nicht anerkennen, meine Talente."

CJ spoke with slight venom in his voice, but he kept his voice down, hoping the Captain wouldn't overhear him; it could get him in trouble. He was starting to feel good again, like when he blew the kiss to the Young SS Soldier. He enjoyed this feeling, It reminded him of his Brother. He pulled on the body in order to get the Man to follow him toward the ditch and got ready to swing the body into the shallow grave. He doubted that the Captain would let him shovel a bit of dirt over the body, but he didn't really want to show weakness in front of either of the Germans, he knew he would put the SS Solder off guard if he kept up with the taunts. He liked doing it anyway. As the Body rolled down into the ditch CJ turned back toward the Captain, but not before giving the Younger German a cheeky grin.


Translation:
1. Beleive me boy, I'm a better shot then you know. I'm a sharpshooter. Im only guarding this track because your German Commanders won't recognise my talents.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Captain Wolfram remained adamant and stiffened, motionless to say the least, as his piercing eyes glared about their surroundings, knowing it would highly be doubtful a single shot could take him down within the thick of the night, as the lighting was tauntingly dim and continuous noises from the brush of the wildlife surrounding them - didn’t seize to stop. Crickets one moment and foxes trampling by in the short distance the next moment, so the Captain was very restless to say the least.

Sighing softly, Rafael’s fingers coiled around the cold grips to his submachine gun, overlooking the men’s job on getting rid off the body. It didn’t phase him one bit about just dumping the body, in his mind, he could have the young Italian soldier on disciplinary for shooting a civilian - as the certainty of a spy or partisan was far fetched, particularly as the dead male was old. He couldn’t just been senile? Had a broken down car? Who knows -- but Rafael loved to show no mercy, so he admired the young Italian for taking no chances; just doing his job.

As the young SS Soldier gripped into the man’s ankles and hoisted his legs up against his hips, he couldn’t help but shake his head a little towards the Italian who taunted him further. It was harmless fun, but the young SS male did enjoy a good competition at times and the Italian Corporal seemed ideal to pick on. “Har! Talente? Wenn das ist, was Sie Erschießung alte Männer rufen, Obergefreiter”[/I] the young man said with a slight laugh, abruptly turning it into a cough as Captain Wolfram glanced their way, giving the Italian a stare with a slight smirk.

Approaching the ditch, Gerwulf swung the body and released as the Italian done so, wincing a little as he watched the old man’s carcass thump and roll to it’s final resting place, glancing towards the Italian who gave him a grin, only grinning back all the more, slowly following the man back to the Captain who still seemed a little tense, eager to leave perhaps?

“Gut, Wenn die Nagetiere ihn bis Abenddämmerung nicht beanspruchen, wir werden sicher annehmen, dass der Geruch irgendjemand sonst von Laufen dieser Linien warnen wird” the Captain said a little sternly, before nodding towards the two men a little, glancing behind him down the track somewhat quietly. [/b]“Wir kehren am besten zurück --”[/b] Captain Wolfram began to say, before hearing something sharp snap in the short distance, his body posture lowering as his knees bent and his hand threw up and his hand wavering down in a gesture to ‘get down’.

Translations:

Har! Talente? Wenn das ist, was Sie Erschießung alte Männer rufen, Obergefreiter
~ Har! Talents? If that's what you call shooting old men, Corporal.

Gut, Wenn die Nagetiere ihn bis Abenddämmerung nicht beanspruchen, wir werden sicher annehmen, dass der Geruch irgendjemand sonst von Laufen dieser Linien warnen wird.
~ Good, If the rodents don't claim him by dusk, we'll safely assume the smell will warn anyone else from walking these lines.

Wir kehren am besten zurück --
~ We best return--

[diederick]

Diederick felt the cool winter breeze cut into his skin as he walked outside the compound area. He had loved the German winters all the way from when he was a little boy. He was told by the guard outside his door that the Captain was outside on a patrol of some sorts. Why doesn’t he leave that up to the rookies? Diederick mumbles to him self. He walks slowly down the dirt path cursing at him self for forgetting his gun in the barracks. He peers thru the brush to see a man in SS uniform and someone else which he could not make out the description of his uniform but figures he with the German. He stands there for couple minutes and listens in on there conversion. His right knee suddenly gives out under the pressure he was leaning on it with, so he fixes his footing but not after he steps on a stick causing it to snap under his weight. He sees the German signal to get down and Diederick figures it was because of the stick he broke. He then speaks up fearing that he would get shot if he moved.
“Hail Hitler, Es ist Diederick Friederichs, Ihren neuen Ersten Offizier, nur Transfer von Berlin nach Ihrem Unternehmen. Sorry erschrecken Sie, Sir!” Diederick shouts to the German and moves out of the brush on to the path closer to them.

Translation:
1. Hail Hitler, It is Diederick Friederichs, your new First Lieutenant, just transfer from Berlin to your company. Sorry to scare you, Sir!

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

CJ returned the smirk to the SS Soldier. "Sie haben wahrscheinlich keine Ahnung, was Talent ist. Saugen bis zu einem Kapitän wird nicht gespeichert werden, wenn Sie sich angegriffen" He was about to continue his whispered taunts when the the sound of a stick breaking caught his attention, his rifle swung into his hands and aimed in the direction of the noise. He dropped to one knee as the Captain waved his hand. When the Lieutenant called out and stepped into the open CJ got to his feet again and lowered his rifle. He returned the Salute and stood at attention, glancing to the Captain and waiting to see what the Lieutenant wanted.

Translation:
1.You probably have no clue as to what talent is. Sucking up to to a captain won't save you if you get attacked

[diederick]

As Diederick walked up toward the two men stepping over fallen tree branches. It stared him when the other gentleman quickly jump to his feet and salute him. He hated when people saluted him because it made him feel like he was better then the person saluting but he knew it was a sign a respect to him and he had to with the captain standing there. Diederick saluted back to the other solider which turn out to be a young Italian corporal. He then turn and saluted the captain in respect. He had heard many great thing about this Captain and wanted to earn his respect quickly. Diederick paused in his thinking, waiting on the Captain saluted back so he could speak.



OCC: sorry for the short post, have to get to work...Ill make up for it with my other post.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: Wow, just realised, I made some mistakes in my last post - must’ve been tired, sorry!


Captain Wolfram’s hand eagerly clunked the loading mechanism to his MP 40, Twisting his body a little to shuffle the submachine gun around to his front, griping at the cold exterior to the menace of a weapon, using Hip Accuracy to aim off towards the small brush nearby -- awaiting for another noise, knowing he’d be able to accurately make his shots count with a further confirmation of their location. Rafael’s eyes gleamed, as he glanced between his comrades and men in arms, watching as they took the appropriate stature, before a voice bellowed out in German, followed by the familiar coat of arms and uniform stepping forth.

Dismissively, the Captain arose his hand again and nodded towards the Italian Corporal and his young SS Private to be at ease almost, don‘t fire, whilst Captain Wolfram slowly arose to his feet, unhitching the loading contraption and safety mechanism with a firm displeased look upon his face. As he witness the First Lieutenant step into sight, apologising and giving a salute to the Corporal, Rafael could barely shed a smile, as the Lieutenant turned to salute him…

The Captain rose his hand slowly and nodded in gesture to the Lieutenant’s salute, Captain Wolfram was known for his ‘short’ salutes, never really giving the full ‘Hail Hitler’ and toes together, but only to those who’d earned his respect. Mainly higher authorities, but none the less, he wasn’t being disrespectful by his short handed salutes. “Leutnant--” Captain Wolfram first uttered out, as he glanced the man up and down slowly, before continuing to speak “Was machen Sie aus hier? Ich hoffe, dass die Station still unter bedeutsamem Befehl ist” Rafael said a little worryingly, as he watched the Lieutenant, abruptly noticing no weaponry either, but biting his tongue any further as he cut short his attention towards the Lieutenant to look towards the soldiers, knowing it was unwise to talk about such matters in front of them.

“Obergefreiter, nimmt Gerwulf und behält den Umfang geschützt für einen Moment bitte…” the Captain said with a slight nod, before turning his back towards the young men and fetching his hand up the back of the Lieutenant to slowly push forwards, as if to say ‘Take a walk’. “Leutnant, keiner von uns sollten aus hier sein - Sie haben auch nicht eine Waffe auf Ihnen” the Captain said quietly, before giving a slight sigh and stopping to face the man, beginning to wonder something “Wenigst von allen, hätten Sie sich töten Leutnant lassen können - schleichend herum. Lassen Sie sowieso nicht lassen uns diesen Vorfall abschrecken unser wahres Ziel, das den Krieg für das Vaterland gewinnt. ” Rafael said a little more light heartedly, as he patted the Lieutenant on the back, seeing no point in making anymore trouble for themselves.

Translations:[/b]

Leutnant,
~ Lieutenant

Was machen Sie aus hier? Ich hoffe, dass die Station still unter bedeutsamem Befehl ist
~ What are you doing out here? I hope the Station is still under significant command

Obergefreiter, nimmt Gerwulf und behält den Umfang geschützt für einen Moment bitte...
~ Corporal, take Gerwulf and keep the perimeter guarded for a moment please...

Leutnant, keiner von uns sollten aus hier sein - Sie haben auch nicht eine Waffe auf Ihnen.
~ Lieutenant, neither of us should be out here - you don't even have a weapon on you.

Wenigst von allen, hätten Sie sich töten Leutnant lassen können - schleichend herum. Lassen Sie sowieso nicht lassen uns diesen Vorfall abschrecken unser wahres Ziel, das den Krieg für das Vaterland gewinnt.
~ Least of all, you could've got yourself killed Lieutenant - sneaking around. Anyway, let's not let this incident deter our true goal, winning the war for the Fatherland.

[diederick]

OCC: The reason I didn't have a weapon is because I didn't have any weapons in my inventory so I didn't know if I could wield one or not, but I'll say i forgot it.

Diederick lowered his salute when the Captain raised his short but respectable salute. He walked over to the three men, stepping over the fallen debris from the storm of the night before. He saw the Captain turn and order his men to patrol their section of the border. He felt more respect from his Captain, in the way he knows how to take control and give a stern order. A grin almost appeared when he heard the orders being given but disappeared when the Captain turn around and reprimands him for being out here without a gun.
“Sorry, Captain. Es werde nicht wieder vorkommen.” Diederick responded quickly trying not to lose favor with the Captain. He turned with the captain and then felt better when the Captain patted his back as they walk to the compound.
“Nun Captain, ich flog in der letzten Nacht im Sturm schlecht, dass wir es hätten. Ich habe Aufträge zu stationiert werden in diesem Beitrag unter Ihrem Kommando-und das Vaterland zu verteidigen aus der scumbag aus dem Osten.” Diederick explained to the Captain as they walk closer to the compound.
“Ich habe gehört, viele tolle Dinge, die Sie über hohe Befehl aus und freuen uns auf Sie dienen unter. Ich habe auch, um von hoch oben, dass ich mehr erklären, wenn wir im Inneren.” Diederick continued to explain to the captain as he salutes the two guards at the door and then held it open for the captain.


Translation:
1.Sorry, Captain. It will not happen again.
2.Well Captain, I just flew in last night during that bad storm we had. I have orders to be stationed at this post under your command and defend the Fatherland from the scumbag from the east.
3.I have heard many great things about you from high command and look forward to serving under you. I also have order from high up that I will explain more when we get inside.

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

CJ nodded to the captain as he gave the order to secure a perimeter, he tilted his head to the young SS Soldier to follow and raised his weapon, walking back far enough to be out of earshot of the two officers talking, but close enough to hear an order should it be given. "Einige Offiziere sind der Meinung, dass sie unbesiegbar sind. Heranschleichend auf eine Patrouille unbewaffnet mitten in der Nacht. Ich bin erstaunt, der Kapitän hat ihn nicht erschossen. Er ist glücklich." CJ muttered to the SS soldier. He took up a position that gave him a good view of the northern and eastern approaches, pointing the SS Soldier to a spot where he would have a good view of the Southern and Western Approach.

The clouds parted overhead allowing the moon to shine down onto the area, casting its dim light over the ground and reflecting off the tracks and the pool of blood still remaining from where the old man had fallen. Another cold shiver ran the length of CJs spine as he looked at it and he looked away quickly. Movement caught his eye on the other side of the track. He raised his weapon quickly and scanned the trees with his sharp eyes. The clouds shifted again and cast the moons light on a small fox. It must have been attracted by the smell of blood. He continued scanning the trees and spotted more scavengers. They where only being held back by the presence of the four men, but as soon as they where gone he knew they would come down to the ditch and a feast would begin.

CJ lowered his rifle and spoke over his shoulder to the SS Soldier. "Tiere sind beging Masse rund um die Bäume. Sie müssen in der Suche nach dem Körper." He continued scanning the trees for any movement that might be more then a fox. Thankfully there was none. As the clouds covered the moon again he lost sight of the animals, but he could still hear them moving around just outside his vision.



Translation:
1. Some officers must think they are invincible. Sneaking up on a patrol unarmed in the middle of the night. Im amazed the Captain didn't shoot him. He's lucky.
2. Animals are beging to mass around the trees. They must be looking for the body.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: That’s fine, I realised you didn’t have any weaponry in the previous posts - must’ve been a glitch with the shop or something. Anyway, try not to write out Christopher in the thread! This is his thread remember… =) So Chris, if you wanted to get back into the station, you could always say your patrol was up or something.


Captain Wolfram gave a short and slow nod, his arms slowly folding behind his back to rest against the pit of his spine, whilst his legs bellowed out with long prideful steps within his stride. The Lieutenant didn’t seem so bad, perhaps just young and minor mistakes, something the Lieutenant would adjust to ‘mending soon enough, if his role and position was beneath Captain Wolfram’s wing of command. Rafael was a giving and easy officer to get along with, but as soon as battle commenced, or anything needed sorting out, the Captain did deter to a state of mind in which he became stubborn and strong willed… Taking the lead.

As they approached the compound, unknowingly in Captain Wolfram’s eyes, he gave a slight glance back down the track, realising just how far they’d walked within that short moment - something Rafael didn’t mean to do, but followed the lead in which the Lieutenant took, as the male foretold of important information? Something that must be disclosed within a secure environment.

“Ich bin froh Ihre Reise war rasch und sicher…” the Captain uttered a little quietly, more interested in the information the Lieutenant carried with him, watching as the guards exchanged salutes with the Lieutenant, a small grin perching upon his lips as he merely nodded towards the men, before taking a step onwards through the open door, abruptly stopping inside to await the Lieutenant to follow. “Bitte werden wir Materien in meinem Büro diskutieren” the Captain sharply said, as he held his out towards the general direction of a room towards the back of the station, wishing the Lieutenant to take lead, before he twisted on the heels of his boots to follow behind.

As they reached the large wooden framed door, the Captain pulled out a small silver looking key from his pocket, unlocking the door somewhat quickly? Almost like he’d done it a thousand times, before pulling the door open with a small grin, softly saying “Sie können nie zu vorsichtig, bitte, sich hinsetzt hinein sein” in a warming gesture, obviously taking warmth to the Lieutenant, being quite respectful, more so - so he could get the information from the male sooner rather than later.

Gerwulf:

As the two officers walked away, Gerwulf gave a hard sigh, looking to the Italian Corporal, now under a new command - of sorts. The SS male walked slowly behind the Italian, as if he was rebelling against being with him, but in a playful way, before he listened to man speak. Gerwulf laughed a little and looked towards the position in which the man pointed, taking a step into the location, hanging his rifle over his shoulder some…

“Klar, ist er glücklich…” (Translation: Yeah, he is lucky) Gerwulf said some in agreement, before leaning against his right leg some, looking off into the vast darkness, taking off his helmet a little to let the cold air breeze around his short brown hair.

As the Corporal suddenly sprung his rifle up, the young SS male done the same, dropping his helmet in the process, causing a loud CLANG against the tracks some, wincing a little as he realised the mistake he made, merely nodding some as he listened to the Corporal’s verdict that it was just, animals… Right.


Translations:[/b]

Ich bin froh Ihre Reise war rasch und sicher...
~ I’m glad your journey was swift and safe…

Bitte werden wir Materien in meinem Büro diskutieren
~ Please, we'll discuss matters in my office

Sie können nie zu vorsichtig bitte sich hinsetzt hinein sein
~ You can never be too careful, please, take a seat inside