The large hand of the giant poked the shoulder of Foster. Even Foster was dwarfed in comparison to the massive size. Adrian looked down at Foster, and tilted his head.
Foster was outside, but he felt a poke. he quickly turned to a giant, "Well, you've grown quite some time since we last seen each other," Of course, Foster never betrayed his own military, "Lets find that girl, deceit was one thing, the game must keep going." Foster was not afraid of the monster, he was quite fond of him. The sergeants inspiration was Adrian, a behemoth who couldn't be touched.
The huge man was a little suspicious, but did not hear in increase in heartbeat. He believed Foster. He quickly picked up his equipment, and tucked his cap, and walked with Foster to find the girl. The man felt that some greater plan was at work around here, but the mastermind could counter any plot thrown at him or his country...
((Rhythm song that is exactly the reason you were banned from site. If you wish to join please make a HUMAN character here: http://www.everypony.com/forums/showthread.php?13402-Fatherland-OCC-Chat&p=533243#post533243 and do not just spam ponies. Also if you cant tell this is a serious RP about what if the Nazi's won ww2 so please be serious when posting.)) After having a nights rest Alexis watched as the mayor called out a speech to everyone in the village. At first they were sceptical but with every word there confidence and hope grew within them. The local tailor began creating the masked figure's cloak and outfit. A white and gold ensemble to go against the dark nature of the nazi's uniform. Next came the mask which was pretty much a full face golden skull gas mask and that was that. Currently they had only enough to make one costume tailored towards a male so in a couple of days it seemed that Resnove would be the flesh behind the mask while she was the mind behind the idea. At least for a short while. Now her main goal was to take that speech and broadcast it to the whole world or at the very least the whole of Austria and Germany. Spoiler: the costume
An officer burst into Rene's office late into the night, rushing inside to alert the Fuhrer about news that would change the course of history in Europe. It was from Iceland, and it seemed that the Nazi's had finally discovered the Resistance's main headquarters. Roughly 175km north-east from Reykjavik was a concrete structure buried in snow in the middle of a frozen wasteland. Seemingly nothing was alive in the area, until three SS members found the location. The facility was built into a cliff-face, the entrance barely being a couple meters wide, wide enough to have a garage that housed snowmobiles and nothing else and a steel door. Rene had a huge grin on his face as he read the reports of the complex. "My Fuhrer! We've discovered a building inside of the snow. We've performed some analysis on the building, and It's a Resistance nest. Huge one, apparently almost all resistance communications in western and eastern Europe are connected to this building like a hive mind. What are our orders "I want the complex to be stormed immediately. We cant allow any of the Resistance members inside to evade capture, so I'm expecting some captives while the remainder are killed. We take this complex, this would be an invaluable assistance to us in our battle against any resistance." Rene ordered the officer while taking a glass of whiskey from the table and poured himself a glass. "It's their fault if they declared themselves an enemy of Europe and the Reich, not mine. They are beyond redemption." (It's all going to go down soon. Revolution in the Reich....)
After a while Alexis became impatient grabbing the only piece of the first female set of the costume that was complete (The mask) and placed it on. Surprisingly her field of view wasn't impaired and it was somewhat cushioned so wasnt that uncomfortable. She headed towards the mayors office when she was approached by the mayors son. "Frau Alexis, A radio tower is just north from here. Perhaps you could broadcast from there." His English was quite broken and covered by a thick Austrian accent. After saying thank you she headed off towards the radio tower which because it was built prior to 1945 wasnt fitted with tracking systems but also meant it had a weaker signal. It may not make it to Japan but at least everyone from America's east coast to the edge of European Russia would here the message.
Rene relaxed back into his chair as orders were given out to the soldiers in Iceland to storm the resistance facility. Turning on the television set to watch a subtitled version of Mary Poppins, enjoying himself of the movie industry and how quickly the movie industry of the Reich was developing. Switching over to the next channel, images of a rocket appeared in the middle of seemingly nowhere, the feature standing out was an enormous swastika on the red painted rocket. Not long as it counted down from ten to zero, Rene joining in with the countdown, the rocket took of into the skies. Germany was going to have men on the moon within the next three days, an enormous morale booster to the German public and a sense of accomplishment in Mankind. Three astronauts were lifted into the sky as the television cameras followed them until they left the atmosphere, as cheers erupted across the city. The Fuhrer could not help but smile at the accomplishment. In three days, man will be upon the moon, and it was German Aryans who were doing so. Rene could not help but feel proud of himself.
After a while of limping, the pain finally got to her. She was forced to sit down and rest on a nearby bank. She the question of living came back to her. Here she was: Shot, lost, covered in mud, all in the middle of Nazi controlled Hell. She felt that everything she did was only going to be smacked down by Nazis. Was fighting really worth it? Yes, she thought. It was worth it. Every minute she was alive was failure on the Reich's part. And any failure for the Reich will do for her right now. He stood back up and continued to limp through the swamp to edge of it, not seeing any of her comrades. She continued east without them.
There were seemingly no survivors in the resistance compound in Iceland, and it's confidential records were seemingly defying anything Germany had ever expected. Everything was there and up to date. Resistance movements in every part of Europe, their size, armaments, defenses of their hideouts. Everything. It also included much more than just simple records about the resistance. It had at least three assassination scenarios on the life of the Fuhrer documented. From the axis powers of the Reich, Italy and Spain to independent nations such as the Scandinavian Union and the wealthy Tsardom of Arkhangelsk in the far north of what used to be the USSR. It was a gold-mine, and the Nazis were milking it for everything it's worth, using the records against their enemy. Rene was having a brilliant day. He not only had a new addition to the Reich in the form of Iceland, but he found the European heart of the Resistance and stabbed it. Unaware of what was going to happen when he turns on the radio, he was having an excellent day. And seeming nothing was going to change that...
Alexis pushed open the door of the rusting building looking as if it hadn't been used since the early 50's. As she looked around she tried to find anything to help her actually work this thing but after a while she decided to wing it. She loaded up the tape so the speech was the only thing that would be played and began pressing a multitude of buttons. The 8th one being the broadcast button and the 12th one making it so it was on every radio and every tv (though it would only replace the audio and not what was being shown on it). Then she waited pulling out an old late 40's radio to listen to her work.
Rene stood up from his desk the moment the voice of Chaplin sounded across the room, walking around his desk towards a radio that clicked into life. The Fuhrer walked across his room and stood there standing still at the modern radio, staring at it as if he can picture the actor standing before him. Not long later, Speer came running into the room alongside some of Rene's officials, only to find him standing still at the fireplace facing the wall, staring at his radio without saying a word. Speer and the others knew that Rene was at his most dangerous when he was quiet. Rene shown no expression on the outside, but it was an entirely different story on the inside. His emotions were literally screaming at him. It was a call for Revolution. Once the broadcast had ended the other officials looked at each other in heavy concern. Speer replied first. "Mein Führer, sind Sie in Ordnung?"("My Fuhrer....are you alright?") Rene remained silent before walking away towards a large wooden table full of glasses, taking slow steps almost as if he was pacing around the room. There was total silence across the room until Rene slammed his fist as hard as he could upon the table, damaging it to some extent until placing both of his arms on the table and pushing them off the table violently. Rene screamed loudly as his voice seemingly shook the room itself. He then stopped for a moment to calm himself down before looking at Speer dead in the eye. "The Great Dictator, a Hollywood movie by Charlie Chaplin created almost 25 years ago". Rene replied. "I recognize that speech he made, I watched the uncensored version of the film in my youth. The version that was not edited for viewing in the Reich due to Chaplin mocking Hitler. I could tell that Chaplin was speaking from his heart and not from a script, it's one of those factors that made it special. He was also on Hitler's death list for being a 'Pseudo-Jew' despite that he was now Jewish. The speech is brilliantly written and it appears that it was used as a motivational tool for something I fear will be much bigger than our genocide in France."
After that was done she returned to the town to notice the entire in the town square. As they noticed Alexis in the distance they raised clenched fists into the air chanting "Es lebe die Demokratie, es lebe Alexis, es lebe die Revolution (Long live Democracy, Long live Alexis, long live the revolution)." her work obviously meant something. She just hoped that it was the same not just in the Reich but everywhere that the message reached. She then proceeded to stand atop a platform and spoke to the crowd. "Wir werden die Ladung führen, bereiten dieses Dorf, um den Katalysator zu ändern. Verbreiten Sie das Wort Aufstand gegen unsere Unterdrücker, aber nicht den Weg zurück, hier nicht führen. Bewaffnet euch mit Waffen und Worten und in Kontakt bleiben mit der Welt um uns herum. Nicht nur tune in den Radiostationen der reich zu sehen, was unsere Arbeit zu tun, aber Melodie in der ganzen Welt. Denn wir sind die Mittel zum Zweck und in Zukunft in die Geschichte als der Chaplin-Bewegung festgestellt werden. Zu Ehren des Mannes, der Inspiration, nicht nur mich, sondern alle gebracht. (We will lead the charge, prepare this village to be the catalyst to change. Spread the word of rising against our oppressors but do not lead the trail back here. Arm yourselves with weapons and words and keep in touch with the world around us. Don't just tune into the radio stations of the reich to see what our work is doing but tune into the whole world. For we are the means to an end and shall henceforth be noted down in history as the Chaplin movement. In honor of the man who brought inspiration to not just me but everyone)."
The giant had looked outwards on the horizon, and through the trees, his falcon-eyes could spot the girl, moving away. He took his sniper rifle, and this time aimed at the head. His thoughts were now only of a quick, clean kill; He would preform his work of art later, anxious to take the trophy to his small home in the mountains of Berchtesgaden.
Ella was limping as fast as she could could, almost at the speed of a normal jog, through the marsh. She round around a tree to see a quaint little shack.Hurrying inside and blocking the door with rotten wooden chair, she whipped around to see creates of bottles filled with a clear liquid and large distilling machine. It appears the shack was sort of distilling shack for some alcohol drink. She didn't even know the Ukrainians has secret distilleries. She hobbled over to a small create near a large distilling machine and took out a bottle, popping the cork off it and taking a whiff. The smell burnt her nose but it was better than smell of swamp and blood, and it was at least ready for drinking. She didn't want to tempt pouring it on her wound but she didn't care enough to a swig. She'd tried the stuff they tried to brew back at the camp, but the taste was overbearing and she near couldn't hold it back for a moment. She faced the door before taking another swig, feeling it going down a bit easier this time before taking seat, accepting her fate from whatever would come through.
Foster swiftly and quietly ran through the marsh, to either sea this girl, or to kill her. He saw a shack not too far from here, "You idiot." He said under his breath. He was right outside the door of the shack. He kicked the door open with his two combat knives, ready to either get shot or to kill or save someone.
Stalingrad, The city of death After the historic battle in WW2, the entire city appeared post-apocalyptic. With the Soviet defeat in the battle, and the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1945 that would later give birth to new nations that were scattered across the entire land area of what was once Russia, the city almost appeared to be a large graveyard. While not in control of the Reich with the exception of an ambassador to the country, the 3rd world living conditions in many of the newer Russian nations gave the city it's infamous reputation. With most of the city at the point of never being rebuilt, skeletons from a past-war scattered around the environment, crime and poverty in the area rampant and a brutal local government. It was categorized as the most dangerous city in the world and had earned the nickname of 'The Graveyard' to many inhabitants. It was the first area of resistance against the Reich as many of the inhabitants burnt down the embassy. A sign of things to come for the Chaplin movement.
Ella didn't jump but she cover her eyes as the door was kicked down. She didn't get up, she just sat there staring at the figure in the door before holding out her drink to them. "Can you at least hold this for me before killing me?" Her face was little flush from the alcohol.
"How foolish of you," Foster said, "And here I was about to get you out of this mud bath, yet your accepting death." He was rather disappointed, "At least make the hunt fun, for whats coming your way you do not want to know, So, are you coming or not?"
"I'm sorry, I'm a little buzzed, shot, and being hunted at the moment so pardon me if the circumstances are getting to me. And from what I've just heard from you, going with you doesn't sound like funniest idea, seeming on how you want to enjoy this hunt." She took another swig.
As news came in about Stalingrad everyone in the town were already working hard as the central point to the revolution. From messengers to speech writers and radio hosts, the whole town was a hive of illegal activity. Then the news came in something on the best scale. First came the so called return of the British stiff upper lip and blitz spirit. With families of all class backgrounds working together in the rebuilding of the country and then there was the return of american patriotism with news coming in that the east coast was fighting back against the Japanese which had already taken the west north as well as Canada and Alaska and the fascist Mexicans took the south and Midwest. Alexis looked over the village before typewriting a letter to the Nazi head office. The letter simply read: Dear Rene, 3 months and counting... We're everywhere and nowhere, we could be watching you in your office right now or we could be leading the charge in Stalingrad. We are one and we are many. We are the Catalyst to your downfall Sincerely, The Chaplin movement Alexis then gave the letter to the messenger and waited for a reply.
