(Begin when you are ready. I'm happy for other RP'ers to join just as long as they understand what's going on ) It was a cold rainy day in Paris. The seemingly endless torrent of rain had helped ease the mood in the overall busy city. Traffic went around the streets, people with umbrellas cruised around on their daily lives and many kept inside to relax at their fireplaces while the warmth provided a cosy atmosphere instead of the chill outside. Paris had been a changed city within the past twenty years, more cultural, friendlier, and German.... It had been well over twenty years since the city of Paris, alongside the entirety of Northern France had become another province of the Reich. Most of the French residents had left the city after the French Government, or what was left of it, was relocated to their new capital of Lyon. Banners of the swastika appeared everywhere around the city, most notably around the Eifel Tower to celebrate the adopted German city. SS officers, sometimes a rare sight beyond German borders, helped the Ordnungspolizei (Regular police force) protect and keep order in the city. One of these SS officers travelled in a sleek black motorcycle out of the city and into the French countryside, followed closely behind an entire squad of soldiers. The Standartenführer headed south from Paris to conduct a routine search of any Jews still living in the German province, as per orders. He was not only making a name for himself in the SS, but all of Nazi Germany as well. A motorcycle helmet covered his face as he headed across the rainy back road’s to his destination. (Just realised that the name ‘Fatherland’, is also the name for a book that is also set at around 1965 that also focuses on Germany winning World War II. So I think that I should change its name to something else or else I’ll get sued or something. The name change will be evident in the name of the actual Role-play, so a name change is likely to happen, you guys wanna give any suggestions? I'm thinking Valkyrie(unrelated to the movie) but anything will do.)
Alexis was in her home. A home which at first would not be her choice. She was now a trophy of Karl Freizung, a respected and high ranked SS officer, who was off in Paris on a Jew hunt. As time went on she grew to love him and become a true representation of a female aryan; leading to her becoming close friends with Eva Braun and so met her husband on many occasions. She relished in her time by herself cooking and cleaning at first but taking time to watch Hitlers speech on the couples TV.
Ella was out and about the southern French countryside, taking pictures from under the cover of her umbrella. She never really traveled much outside Canada, but this time, she made an exception. While the client she was there for requested pictures of the beautiful countryside, she was mainly there to take pictures of patrols and outposts for the French resistance. She rested her umbrella between her chin and shoulder, digging in her pockets and taking out a scribbled-on notecard and pen. She drew a line through a few sentences before one remained: "High ranking SS officer moving through the area, big money for pictures!" She quickly crammed the note and the pen back in her pocket and hurried over behind a tree next to one of checkpoints dotting the country, readying her camera.
The officer on the motorcycle traveled across vast stretches of countryside before arriving at a small farmhouse seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Upon taking his helmet off, his true face was shown to the world. He looked like a movie star, and seemingly everything looked perfect about him. While dressed in his SS uniform alongside a black trench coat and gloves, he also wore his hat with the silver skull metal that designated his fearsome authority. “Ist das Eigentum der Gérald Michel?” (Is this the property of Gerald Michel?) The incredibly handsome Aryan Colonel told one of his officers in German whom was standing beside him. Upon receiving a yes, the colonel then got off his motorcycle and looked at him. “Herman, until I summon you, I am to be left alone.” The solider then nodded and went drove the truck up nearby the house, the SS officer walked up towards the door and knocked, quickly receiving an answer by a poor middle aged man. The officer then switched to French as he greeted him. “Is this the property of Gerald Michel” The SS officer said in French. “I’m Gerald Michel..” The man responded. The Officer then had a smile on his face as he began to introduce himself in French. “It is a pleasure to meet you Gerald Michel. I am Colonel Rene Schneider of the S.S.” “How may I help you?” “I was hoping you could invite me inside your home and we may have a discussion.” The farm man then let the officer inside of the home. There were no other members of Michel’s family other than his wife. Once she was greeted, he looked back at Gerald. “Gerald Michel, what we have to discuss,' would be better discussed in private. You'll notice, I left my men outdoors- if it wouldn't offend them, could you ask your lovely wife to step outside.” Rene spoke. Gerald nodded and asked his wife to leave the room in French. His wife simply left the room and went outside. Upon noticing her leave, his eye had been caught on a picture of Gerald and his family, alongside the picture of three girls in their teenage years. “Are the children at school?” Rene asked. The farmer only responded with a yes. “Mr Michel, I've been lead to believe you speak English quite well. This being your house, I ask your permission to switch to English, for the remainder of the conversation?” Rene asked in French, pouring himself a glass of water. “Yes.” The farmer said, but in English. “Germans had looked through my home twenty four years ago for Jews and found nothing. This has happened twice in the past year.” "Well, Mr Michel. Like any enterprise, when under new management, there’s always a slight duplication of efforts. Most of it being a complete waste of time, but needs to be done nevertheless. I need to ask you a series of questions, feel free to answer them. Please be truthful in you answer.” Rene spoke in perfect English. “Yes Colonel” As the discussions went onward, the two of them spoke for well over twenty minutes before Rene began to conduct his official business. “Now, you should be well aware that a German soldier, conducts a search of a house suspected of hiding Jews. Where do we look? We look in the barn, we look in the attic, we look in the cellar - we look everywhere that a Jew would hide. But there are many places it would never occur to a German that there was a good place to hide.” “Now, because of my job, I must have my men enter your home, and a conduct thorough search, before I can have your family’s name off my list officially .And if there is anything out of the ordinary to be found, rest assured, it will be dealt with. That is unless, you have something to tell me that will make the conducting of a search unnecessary.” “I might also add, that any information that makes the performing of My duty easier, will not be met with punishment. If you tell me anything right now that could be valuable to be, it would actually be met with reward. And that reward will be, your family will cease to be harassed in anyway, by the German military during the rest of your family’s days in the Province of France alongside a reward of $5,000 Reichsmark’s. There was a long silence between the two, Michel stared directly at the eyes of the German officer. The silence was deafening, the sounds of nearby birds being heard outside and the sound of Michel’s farm animals making their noises outside. “You are hiding enemies of the state, aren’t you?”
Frank drove across the countryside of France. There was green everywhere unlike the built up industrial cities of which he was used too. He drove for the next hour arriving at a house with other SS standig outside. He got off the bike and approached the door, many soldiers heiling Hitler as he walked past them. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alexis continued her time off with no husband or male to be submissive too. One thing kept creeping in her mind though; faint memories of the British countryside and her mother and father lingered. Though she kept dismissing it saying to herself she was never a Brit and that she was and aways will be a German. She regained control of herself, as she remembered to do the laundry and pick up her Daughter in 2 hours.
Ella noticed a surprising amount of traffic heading to a farmhouse. She snapped a for more picture of the surroundings before hurrying over and quickly dived down after seeing the farmhouse surrounded by Nazi soldiers. She whipped out her camera and try to oberve the activity through its lenses while taking some pictures of the scene.
Rene noticed the individual behind him and quickly switched back to German for a single sentence. “Ich werde mit dir in einer Sekunde sein, lassen Sie mich mit Herrn Michel beschäftigen hier erstens, und ich werde auf meinem Weg sein." (I'll be with you in a second, just let me deal with Mr. Michel here firstly and i'll be on my way.) He said as he turned around to face the french farmman once again. "They are underneath the floorboards we are standing on, are they not?“ Rene asked. Mr. Michel then answered back Yes to the Officer, with the tone now in his voice indicating that he was upset about the sudden relational." “Point out to me the area's where their hiding.” Rene asked. Gerald hesitated for a second before slowly pointing to an empty area nearby a fireplace, tears now streaming down his faces as he tried to hold back the tears. Rene stood up and walked over to the wooden area, the floorboards creaking loudly with every step he took. He then suddenly stopped on the exact spot where Gerald pointed. Rene looked back up, and pointed downwards three times in slightly different directions and looked up. “I assume that since there have been no disturbances, they don’t speak English?” Gerald only responded back with a simple yes in English. Rene looked back up at Gerald now and began to speak once more. “I’m going to be switching back to French now; don’t respond to me and simply follow my masquerade, is that clear?” Rene then stood back towards the table and had a wicked smile across his face before speaking in French. “Gerald Michel, I thank you for your hospitably. I do believe our business here is done. We shall not be bothering your family anymore.” Rene said as he then walked to the door of the home and opened it. “Come here my son...” Four German soldiers then walked inside of the doorway while Rene was silently pointing at the positions of the Jewish family nearby. “So, Monsieur and Madame Michel. I bid you farewell....” As Rene indicated his figures the moment he said farewell, the soldiers shot downwards at the ground as The little farm house is filled with smoke, dust, splinters, muffled screams drowned out by machine gun fire, and even a little blood spraying above the ground. With a hand motion from the Colonel, the Soldiers cut off their gunfire while Rene keeps his finger in the air to indicate silence. Rene soon paced slowly above the floorboards and soon sees a shape heading towards the western side of the home. “It’s the girl. Nobody move” The Girl soon kicked down the planks underneath the house as she began to run for her life across the meadows of her home towards the cover of the woods. As she ran, Rene took out an old WW2 era LUGAR pistol and straight arm aims at the fleeing Jew, cocking back the hammer with his thumb. However, he lowers the pistol down and mimics the sound of a gunshot. He watches the girl soon disappear as he laughs. Once done, he left the home followed by his soldier’s. He could see the questions on the lips of his men and soon revealed to them what they were. “Why did you allow a enemy of the state to escape?” “I don't think the state is in too much danger, do you?” “I suppose not.” “I’m glad you see it my way. Besides, it’s better not putting a bullet in the back of a fifteen year old girl, and allowing her to escape. She's a young girl, no food, no shelter, no shoes, who's just witnessed the massacre of her entire family. She may not survive the night. And after word spreads about what happened today, it’s highly unlikely she will find any willing farmers to extend her aid. It’s setting an example, it’s sending a message.”
Ella felt herself getting tired before hearing the shots from the house. She peered back through the lenses and saw flashes from inside the house. "Jesus..." she said quietly to herself. She kept her lenses trained on the house, watching a girl scurry out from under the side of the house and an SS officer step out and point a gun her while she fled, only to pretend to shoot her. She snapped some pictures as quick as she could of officer and crawled a distance away from the house before getting up, chasing after the girl. "Attendre!(Wait!)" she tried to yell in the best french she could after distancing herself from the Nazi earshot.
The girl heard the photographer asking her to stop. Upon turning around, she noticed no SS uniform nor seemingly any form of clothing indicating German heritage. It looked like she was a civilian, a person she could trust. She went over to her and collapsed onto the ground, her legs giving way. The girl began to cry uncontrollably, dirt and mud covering her clothing like a wild animal. She tried to speak the best English she could. "Are...you..with them?" The girl tried to speak before entering a coughing fit and entering another stage of grief, sobbing uncontrollably. "Je ne veux pas mourir (I dont want to die.) (The girl can be played by anybody and anybody can develop her personality and backstory, I'm deciding to stick with Rene.)
(I've already got two on my hands) Karl looked at how Rene handle the situation he was certify impressed. He then approached Rene. "I am Obersturmbannführer Karl Freitung, I shall be joining you on the journey. I also believe that you might have heard of me. I was in charge of raiding the south east countryside of England." He continued speaking in German explaining what he did back in Britain.
Rene smiled as he shook hands with Karl. "Sturmbannführer Rene Schneider. I've heard quite about you, and I'm impressed by your work. I don't like to brag, but the Führer himself said that I was the reason of all extermination of Jewish life in the original German territories. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I was heading back to Berlin, Himmler himself said he had something big planned for me upon my return."
"I shall drive you there, perhaps once your done you can meet my wife. The jewel of my work. She was the easiest to brainwash and she is by far the most patriotic and most womanly to come out of it. She along with Eva Braun persuaded Hitler and the nazi parties to allow more clothing options from make-up, heeled shoes of any height, dresses of any styles and any hair style as long as its feminine. She still hates smoking and women wearing trousers though. She also hates women being anything thats not a housewife." Karl got on the motorcycle. Gesturing to Rene to hop in the sidecar.
Ella slid down to the girl, picking her up off the ground and cradling her in her arms under the umbrella. She never really considered herself to be a motherly figure before, but she tried the best she could to calm her. "No, no, I'm not with them. Or any one of the Nazi-facist-pigs groups. Don't worry, you'll be okay..." She tried to console the crying girl. "Listen, we need to get out of here and get you someplace safe and out of the rain." She hoisted her up on back, keeping the girl under the umbrella. The girl was trying to mutter something through her sobs. "We can exchange pleasantries later. For now, let's get you to the nearest town." Ella said hastily. "And don't worry, you'll be okay..." The girl feel quickly asleep on her back as she carried her to the nearest town.
"It's a long drive between here and Berlin, lucky Paris is about 50 miles away. I have a private plane that would take us back to Germany much quicker then the motorcycle. The only reason i needed the motorcycle was to keep my visit low key, i would have preferred a Mercedes any day of the week." Rene began. "Your wife sounds like a lovely lady, she's setting an example for all women of the Reich. Very pleased to hear about her. The flight would take a few hours, but Himmler has told me that it is important. I only take orders from Himmler, we can both say that we've developed quite a father/son relationship." Rene smiled afterwards before taking his seat in the sidecar. "He told me that I remind him of Goebbels."
"Sure, I'll ride with you. Though personally I am a Porsche man myself. Owning both a classic black 356 and a more recent red 911." He then got onto the motorcycle before continuing to talk. "I have been congratulated by Goebbels himself, mainly through my act of brainwashing young Aryan girls from Britain to serve as Wives or children of influential men." After that they drove to the airfield, Rene giving him directions.
After a few hours of trekking, Ella managed to carry to a small abandoned looking hamlet a few miles outside of Paris. She knocked on the door and found it slowly creak open. "It'll have to do. Can't bring you back to the hotel." She took the girl upstairs and into what looked like a guest room and tucked her in. She pulled out the piece of paper and pen from earlier and wrote a note for the girl on the back before quietly exiting the room, leaving her camera in there too. She barricaded the door to keep the patrols out and slumped against it, tired from today's ventures, and quickly passing out herself.
After arriving at the airport, the two SS officers took a sleak black jet adorned with the tail of the plane being painted red and adorning the Nazi swastika. After a flight that lasted several hours, they eventually arrived in the majestic looking Berlin. Welthauptstadt_Germania was finally built with the Great Hall towering over the rebuilt city being the final piece of the majestic puzzle finally being completed in 1952. As they arrived at the airport, Karl and Rene was greeted by Himmler in person, now having to use a walking stick to move around, surrounded by over three hundred soldiers. Rene and Himmler both shook hands, then shaking Karl’s before moving onwards to a bulletproof Mercedes. “I’ve heard about your reports from France, and you never cease to amaze me Rene. You have set an image that not all of the SS are portrayed as mindless murderers by the French.” “Thank you, Reichsführer.” Rene said with respect. “I received a report that you needed to speak to me.” Himmler then nodded. “Yes. But I was simply passing on the message of the one who really wished to speak to you.” “What do you mean?” “The Führer wants to speak to you. It’s big...”
Karl replied to himmler "If you do not need me, I shall be heading back to my home." He then stood there waiting for a reply.
"The Führer is wishing to speak to all of the senior members of the SS, but selected Rene first due to their relationship. You can attend if you wish to do so." Himmler simply replied. "Either way, this news will spread." Rene simply looked back at Karl. "I'll be on my way then, don't want to keep him waiting." As he waved away as he got into a the seat of a 911 that soon drove away. Half an hour later, he arrived at his destination. One thing instantly caught his eye, security was doubled and possibly...tripled. Something big really was going on behind the scenes, and it seemed like the Führer would address the public soon.
Karl arrived 10 minutes after Rene. He first popped off home. The reason he popped off home was because he felt it would be something highly important which involved the Fuhrer and the rest of the higher government. Alexis made her best effort to look beautiful and presentable for this. Once they arrived in the Porsche 356 Karl was approached by Alexis "Viel Glück, mein lieblich Ehemann." She then kissed him on the lips and smiled brightly as she walked to where Eva and the other SS wives were and began talking about their husbands, children and how great it was to be a housewife. Karl continued walking in to meet with Rene.
