Rene has been making talks with Suvorov, the two men both representing their respective nations while also being the most powerful individuals in Europe. With Rene representing the Fascist Germany while Suvorov ruled whatever was left of the Soviet Union, the former Communist superpower that barely held a grip onto any of it's former territories. Suvorov still held Moscow and all of the Central Federal District, but the uprising in the northern states had already took its toll across the rest of the country. To make matters worse, Siberia and plenty of other areas are on the verge of other Uprisings. Suvorov and Schenider, after some talks in Berlin, were heading to meet up with Adrian after wishing to check on the progress of Adrian's "Legacy". Since the uprising had occurred alongside Stalin's death, the political climate in the surviving S.U was changing. Despite popular belief, Communism was dying in Russia. The failure of preventing the Uprising was clear proof of that. Instead, the political climate was revolving around various different means. Capitalism, Monarchy, Parliamentary, Theocracy. All these were coming onto the minds of various areas of Russia, to create a legacy out of the dying remains of a Red Giant. Suvorov and Schneider were both socialist, and the two leaders spoke of a dream. An grand empire, an empire born from steel that would be powerful enough to throw her enemies into the wind. A prosperous empire that would stretch from the Atlantic to the Pacific. An empire that would forever change human history for the better, instead of brutally changing it for the worse. For his predecessor, Hitler's dream was radical and unlike anything ever experienced before it. Rene and Adrian both shared a dream together of a greater Germany, but this dream grew in size. Over two hundred million self-confident German and Russian masters were to be brutally installed in Europe and secured in power by a monopoly of technical civilization and the slave labor of a dwindling native population of neglected, diseased and illiterate population. The people of this grand empire would have leisure to buzz along infinite autobahnen, admire the Strength-Through-Joy Hostel, smile at the pleasures of museums, cheer for their favorite team in stadiums during sporting events and look towards the obsidian night sky to which humanity can grow and rule someday. The possibilities were literally limitless. The Russian and German people would come together to form a greater whole, and together, they can literally change the world. This was to be the German and Russian Millennium, the signal for what would be the greatest era in Human history.
Adrian sat in front of his students, all of them wearing only ragged pants in the freezing cold. Adrian was absolutely and inhumanely still, looking as if he weren't even breathing. The younger men also sat, as still as they could, but all of them trembled slightly in the agonizing wind inside the dilapidated castle-turned-temple. It wasn't common that the giant showed his heavily marred skin, white as the snow. A tattoo adorned the back of his neck, the same symbol imprinted on all the other Hessians: Four sickles connected by a circle, forming their own version of the swastika. It was not long before a thin man ran in, dressed in very thick, heavy clothing to protect him from the weather. It was Sebastian, and he quickly spoke to Adrian. "My apologies, Herr, but a message has come for you. It's written in Hessian code!" Some time ago, the giant had created a very complex system of codes, always starting in German, then using backwards alphabet code, shifted alphabet code, the Caesar shift code, the Enigma code, then binary, and then finally binary, which would be announced in a secret radio station, each one or zero spoken in Russian, and the audio being distorted and increased in speed to a very confounding final product. Adrian slowly stood up, signaling his hand showing that the others were to continue their training, and walked with Sebastian to a private room. Inside the walls, Sebastian played the recording of the message, which Adrian carefully dissected inside his mind. It could not be seen, but underneath the frosted lens, he was concerned. He picked up a phone in the room, and dialed towards Rene. He handed a paper and the phone to Sebastian, instructing his friend to destroy the paper as soon as possible. Conspiracy in all countries allied to Germany. We must act, but with utmost discretion.
The atmosphere in the room was electric as talks between Suvorov and Schneider blossomed. The phone rang just outside of the room as Rene rose to his feet and pardoned himself to answer. Unfortunately, the news would not be the finest.
Sebastian spoke. "Mein fuhrer. I have news that Reichfuhrer Adrian had told me to tell you: He says that there is a conspiracy going on, in the Reichsland, the Soviet Union, Italy, and Japan. He says it would be best to have each of you placed in a single safe-house, hidden with utmost secrecy, yet still highly guarded. Now what I must say is that his concert will be coming up in several days. W would like to place you and the other Axis leaders near him and his men, as they are the most elite in services, and you would all likely would be safe attending. Would you wish to do so?"
Rene thought for a moment, not wishing to put himself directly in harms way. He also thought about Suvorov and the well-being of all the other axis leaders. Something big was about to go down, and if he trusted that Adrian was concerned for the safety of Rene, then it was serious. "I'll get myself and Survorov to your position immediately, prepare a plane. Suvorov is coming with me." With that, the phone cut silent. Rene quickly walked back into the room, just as Suvorov looked at him with worry. "What's the matter, herr Fuhrer?" The Russian man stood up to face Rene, who went past him and threw him his jacket as it landed right next to him on the sofa. Rene quickly put his own Jacket, a similar jacket to the one he wore in the SS except that it was white. "I'll explain on the way but we need to get out of Germany. Reichfuhrer Adrian has discovered a conspiracy that involves all of Europe, and that our lives are directly under threat. Right now, we need to leave!" As Rene and Suvorov got into Rene's private Mercedes that sped to the airport, although in a casual fashion to avoid suspicion, the two of them ran across the runway at the airport and got onto a plane that was waiting for them. The two of them, alongside with Rene's personal guard, some of whom were former SS that Rene knew during his time in the organization, headed directly to Russia towards Adrian and Sebastian.
Adrian, Sebastian and the Hessian agents were all at the airport, waiting for the two leaders to arrive. They were standing by a garage that housed the aircraft that would be taking them towards Adrian's manor in Berchtesgaden, one designed to be as stealthy and armed as any advanced reconnaissance aircraft, but as large and qualitative as a luxury private jet. He had several of his men check it to ensure no harm would come of anyone, and sure enough, it was clean. Elsewhere, the Japanese, Italian, and Spanish representatives were also being put onto specialized aircraft vehicles and headed towards the same location, along with major military representatives. The camps throughout the Reich were having their security beefed up, the spies and secret police were all more active, all securities measures being made more ensured as to locate, identify, and dispatch any threats to the Axis Powers. However, Adrian was not one to break promises; He had promised Nadja he would make it to their performance at the Beethovenhalle in Bonn. The difference was 715.5 kilometers between Berchtesgaden and his appointment. As such, he thought he would suggest to bring the leaders there, in the safety of the watch of the ever-loyal Hessians. Just like every major building in Germany, Adrian's photographic memory was able to store every secret the hall had inside of it. Besides, he was sure that the people would love the performance. He was, indeed, excellent at the piano...
Rene and the other Axis leaders decided to make their way to Bonn for what would be a special evening, although Rene wanted to ensure that nothing was out of the ordinary this time unlike the assassination of Hitler several months ago. Security was immense, only those who was attending needed a ticket to enter inside. Those within the parameter without a ticket would be shot and killed on sight by the Hessians. For a few hours, Bonn would be the most heavily guarded location in all of Western Europe. Rene didn't have a date as he watched some couples wander past him, he was a well known bachelor amongst higher ranks of the party. He didn't mind however, maybe someday fate will guide him with a chance encounter with a special somebody. Once he was inside, thousands of eager people were ready to witness the performance and the lights went dim.
The curtain rose, and though he was no beauty like Nadja, but he did indeed look awesome, like a phantom, sitting at at a sleek, black grand piano and wearing a very lovely black suit. Nadja, however, was absolutely beautiful, wearing a flowing white dress, the violin's smooth, amber-coloured curve put to her cheek. Elsa Adler. A connoisseur of fine things, she was but two seats away from Rene, and looked upon the stage with the shine of innocent curiosity in her eyes. She was a young woman, whose father was a very well known and successful member of the Luftwaffe, who took her to such events. And now, with the accompaniment of a small but talented orchestra, various masterpieces were played. From the spotlight on the masked giant as he played Bach, or Nadja the orchestra, and Adrian on his own violin (a rather large one, entirely black, made specifically for him), Mozart's Reqiuem, which was the finale after a while...
Rene watched the performance with delight, the masterpieces below him sounding the symphony of what he felt was the beginning of a golden age. While the performance truly was magical, he had to leave near the end of the performance when he rose out of his chair, catching the attention of Elsa, and left the booth for a moment. While the performance was near it's end, he stood outside the door and waved for his guards to go on their break. He certainly didn't feel ill, nor could he describe what he actually felt like. It was a strange feeling, and yet it was contained within the handsome leader like a cage. He swore that he just seen a ghost on the stage, the ghost of somebody incredibly dear to him.
It was all so soon. It was not a bad thing, not at all. The Gestapo had found and stormed a conspiracy group plotting to overthrow the government, and communications all over the Axis globe went to and fro, revealing the same in other countries. It happened so quickly! Perhaps, any real threat would not come from the inside. There had been a massive amount of people executed from the uncovering, and now, it seemed, the leaders were safe. The show had ended, but now a new show was coming up. The Giant was in his dressing room at the moment. The sight of a broken mirror in the dark and the smell of blood was all that greeted him. Here he contemplated the events that would happen soon... Elsa had followed him. She was slightly nervous, but her adventurous courage was not to be underestimated. "Your name is Rene Schneider. Isn't that right?"
Rene turned his head slightly to the left to see that Elsa was looking at him, seemingly concerned but having enough courage to approach him. Rene was dripping sweat and shaking violently, but didn't show any signs of sickness. He tried to maintain his composure, but he just couldn't do it. He seen her ghost on the stage, the ghost of who was essentially the most important figure of his life. His dead sister, Ramona. Only Adrian knew about it, how she was murdered by a Jewish man almost ten years ago, how such a pure and carefree soul that showed Rene so much of the world with just a smile alone was taken away into the afterlife. Her death allowed Rene's heart and soul to be taken into the party, while Hitlers views on antisemitism greatly bonded with Rene from that point onwards. Rene was still staring down Elsa when he snapped back into reality. "Ye.....Yes. I'm Rene Schneider, I'm the Fuhrer of the German Reich" (Has Kristallnacht occurred in this timeline?)
(Ja.) Elsa could only stifle her laughter with her hand. Everyone knew who he was. Could it be possible he does not know? She thought with a certain amusement. Or perhaps he was simply stupefied by her approach. But she quickly regained herself. She could see he was in some distress. She offered her a lace handkerchief. "You look terrible. Is something wrong?" Adrian himself was remembering things. But they were good memories that made him feel warm inside. He remembered how not long after the orphanage, he began work at a local freak-show in Munich. And that was how he met Rene. He was a spotlight creature, freakishly large, incredibly strong and endurable. He was deformed, and would show his face at the end of his act, and almost all the audience would gasp in horror... almost all. Rene was one of the few people who could see beyond the deformities. Underneath that face from hell was a form painfully enviable. His great stature, fair skin, toned muscle, and the one part of his head that went unscathed from the circumstances so long ago, his slicked back, dark brown hair, were features that even Hitler once had acclaimed "attributes of a Bavarian superman." The mask made him even more fearsome. And throughout his life in the military, he had brought with him his love of the circus that allowed him to cherish himself as some kind of freak-Adonis. Now it was almost time for something fun. He imagined a carnival...
Rene held his head, he was having a severe mental blank for some reason. He tried to maintain himself infront of the woman next to him. "I...don't know. Everything about me is fine, I'm just....just" Rene blurred out before he suddenly collapsed to his knees, cold sweat plentiful and going down the back of his neck and his face. He hasn't felt this way for a very long time, and his visions of reality were becoming blurred and confused. "I just seen a ghost..." Rene replied to Elsa. "She was murdered ten years ago"
