Alexis turned the radio on and sat back to relax as the news of Rene's capture filled the room. Though she knew that Adrian was still out there and at the next few meetings over the next year of the chaplin Movement she would make sure that every nation would have a strong army for his return. ((im just going to say that I will not be joining you guys for the sequel. For I believe that America and the other countries wouldn't fall that easily.))
(@Bright Heart It was Scarecrow's idea for a sequel plot, not mine. I was originally going to have Nazi remnants scattered across the globe alongside an Illuminati style enemy roughly in present day. However, I respect your decision and your opinion. I do wish that you could join us however. I'll find a way to mention Alexis in a few posts and retcon your character. Hope we can RP together again sometime, until then, see you space cowboy ) After being taken into custody, Rene was given five days to live until his public execution by hanging outside of the Great Hall to a crowd of what is expected to be at least over 2 million, and hundreds of times more on their television and radio sets. He was inside of a gray dull concrete cell with highly reinforced titanium bars, with nothing more than a bed, toilet and a television set to watch the aftermath of the end of the Third Reich. He was expected to be executed on New Years Eve 1965, his death would be signaling the new year.
Ella was huddled in a corner of her cottage before cheers rang out over the village. All the old ham radios in the village were tuned in to Rene's execution, detailing it perfectly for the listeners to easily visual every detail of his death. With then end of each gruesome sentence, cheers followed, celebrating end of the fascists. Ella stood up, grabbed what money she had and began to walk west, moving through the village as onlookers looked the ghost of a woman. She simply ignored them as she ventured away in the snow. She just wanted to go home. (I'm going to have to go with Bright on this one and pass on participating in the squeal, albeit for couple more personal reasons.)
(I'm going to write two more posts until I wrap this RP up, the last post will be Rene's execution itself. Feel free to conclude any of your character stories.) Oliver continued to serve alongside Alexis and the Chaplin Movement for another eleven years until one night in 1976, while he had gotten used to the European lifestyle, he left his home and headed west towards Russia to perform miracles in some towns while also destroying any Nazi resistance that he came across. Believing that Ella had died, this only encouraged him more to set out on his journey. Upon returning home in Australia, he returned back as a hero and spent the rest of his days marrying a women with long brown hair and raising a daughter.
After two months, Reznove was married as soon as he returned to his home, but also aiding the reconstruction of Russia. The plans were to build a large wall around it, like how they did in China, but it would take years to perfect the wall for the future. Reznove had heard the news about one of his friends, they had destroyed an entire Nazi military base on his own, that takes courage and balls. Reznove and his new wife waited to have children, only having one, they would train him to be the best that the world can make him. Foster was in the hospital for two years, his skin grew back which was a miracle. No one knew how it happened, but it did. He went back home to help restore Berlin along side the other Germans, his wife in control of the capitol, the reconstruction would be swift. She would find ways to pay for the damages of the war, but would also drag in those who were allied with Germany. Any and all Nazi forces caught in the country would be killed on sight, and the resistance would move in later on to help patrol Germany. Foster and his wife would later have a child. The wife resigned from control of the country, and would pass it on to someone who was never affiliated with the Nazi's. Both parents would train their child to be the greatest the world can make him.
Sebastian had taken everything into account, using JOTUNN to check everything, to intake information which he input into the computer, giving knowledge to the two children. He typed a few thing out on the keyboard, and then an electrical current ran through the processor, through some wires, and into Adrian's tank. A hiss pierced the air, and the liquid inside the container started to drain into the bottom. As it reached the bottom, the glass slowly dropped down, and the device holding the tall boy up straightened out. The boy slowly opened his eyes... Adrian awoke to a blur of darkness and dim blue lights. After a moment, his eyes dilated to suit his environment, he could see the face of his friend sebastian. The boy then spoke with a silky voice, lined with his Bavarian accent, rather hypnotically and in (of course) German. He spoke to Sebastian of his plan, which the man quite agreed with. "Notify the Totenkopft of Rene and I being... 'reborn.'" Sebastian nodded and went upstairs to the old communication room in the dungeons of the old castle. Adrian turned to the computer, and flipped a second switch... now Rene would join him...
Hitchhiking all the way to the west coast of France for a few weeks, Ella sailed back home to Halifax, exhausted of Europe and the troubles that remained for the Chaplin Movement. After a few straight days of the best rest she had, she slowly began writing about her experience over in what was Nazi-Europe and managed to get it published under a pen-name. The story became best seller for a few months and garnered her enough cash for a house looking east, out over the Atlantic. Every time she looked over the sea, she thought to herself about Oliver and wondered if he was still alive.
(This will be my final post) At around midday on New Years Eve, millions had gathered to witness the execution of Rene Schneider, the final leader of Germany in which the “Red Reign” had caused the deaths of 50 million people, alongside the genocide 70% of the total French population. He was to be hung for his crimes against humanity in full display, having him killed in the gallows would weaken the image that would be left behind after his demise. Hundreds of millions, if not billions, were listening on their radio-set as it is translated in the languages, or watching on a television set. The entire televised event would have been in colour, the first time it would have happened in history. Rene was led outside of the Volkshalle as the crowd suddenly turned silent, walking towards his demise as he was surrounded by two heavily armed movement guards. Rene stood upon a small podium as he was given his sentence by an American judge with a large silver moustache. If the sentence was given in English, it would have carried more weight instead of simply being carried in German. “Rene Bastian Schneider, by International law of crimes against humanity, that include your Red Reign which seen the end of tens of millions of lives and plummeting Europe into chaos and misery, you have been sentenced to death by hanging today on 31st December 1965.” The judge continued as he sent chills amongst the crowd with his baritone voice. Rene nodded as he cleared his throat and spoke in German as he was led up onto the podium. “My last wish is for God to protect Germany and to help make Germany great again. I loved my homeland and its people. I have done my duty to this nation and I call upon the world to have mercy on my people. Now, I will follow my brothers and sisters into eternity.” Once Rene had finished talking, he was taken as the rope had been placed around his neck while the crowd remained perfectly silent. Rene could see his parents in the crowd, no longer followers of the National Socialists. As he started outwards towards the crowd, he felt like he had seen the ghost of Hitler, smiling upon him. Was the rope was applied onto his neck, he looked outwards into the crowd. The judge nodded as within a brief moment, the Aryan would have finally been silenced. When he felt the ground give way around him, he raised out his hand towards the people one last time and yelled at the top of his lungs. “Hail Hitler!” Within a moment, it was all over. Rene’s neck had been snapped as his lifeless body seemed to sway slightly left and right. However, the Nazi salute he had given still remained, his arm seemingly stuck in motion. The act appeared extremely symbolic to any surviving National Socialists across the world, and sent a feeling of awe yet horror amongst the German crowd and anyone watching on television. The crowd remained completely silent for at least a full minute until they erupted into applause. The Third Reich now ceased to exist. ------------------------------------------------------------------- An electrical surge appeared across the tank the moment Rene had died. Soon, the liquid containing his body was drained as the young child opened his eyes slowly. The moment he exited the tank, he took a towel and wrapped it around him. Very confused about what had happened, he found Adrian nearby on a computer. And for a reason he did not understand yet, he smiled.
