Plot and idea
By WebelsIn this AU Furry Earth I describe, the Germans won the Second World War in 1944 after dropping atomic bombs on the cities of Boston, London, Stalingrad, Moscow, and Kursk. New York City had been occupied by Germany, and were locked in a stalemate with US-Canadian forces, and were slowly loosing ground to the Soviet Union. Only the Soviets continued to fight, and with how they were the only ones left to fight the combined might of the Third Reich and the Empire of Japan, who both focused their undivided attention on the USSR after the rest of the Allied Powers officially surrendered to either superpower, the Soviet military, economy, and agriculture were annihilated, and the Motherland was heavily poisoned in widespread areas after three subsequent nuclear bombings. They only surrendered when Stalin and most of the government were killed in the Burning of Leningrad, in which the city was so severely bombarded by German and Japanese artillery that nearly the entire city was lit ablaze in some way.
The war officially ended with the final surrender of the Soviet Union on July 4th, 1944.
Then came the brief Reich Civil War, in which the majority of the German military and its leadership turned on the Nazi Party, quickly whipping them out in but two months. With the public hanging of Hitler, Goering, and other lead Nazi figures, the reinstatement of the Kaiserlich as the leadership of the Third Reich on October 12th, 1948. Total casualties of this 'war' were about 872 soldiers and around 2,000 civilians.
Eight years later, on April 3rd, 1956, the Panama Uprisings began in Germany, while the Empire of Japan began its true assault on Australia. The Panama Uprisings consisted of a high amount of organized crime organizations merging to become the 'Panama Liberation Army.' In truth, they are nothing more than a band of cartels who were being badly affected, economically, by the Reich's dominance of the Americas. This also been called the 'Burning Horizon Skirmishes,' named so due to the high use of napalm against Cartel-controlled villages or on their locations outside of Panama City. It would be described in a similar manner to the Battle of Stalingrad Pre-Atomic Bomb, in which several cities along the Volga river would have been set ablaze.
After two years of war, the Waffen Schutzstaffel, redesigned as a special forces/anti insurgency unit independent from the Wehrmacht, had deployed a full battalion to the capital to help suppress the rebellion.
This is the setting and history of this RP. The ultimate goal would be, whether you are a member of the Wehrmacht, SS, or something else, would be to finally defeat the rebellion in any way necessary. Furry characters appreciated, but humans are allowed.
The war officially ended with the final surrender of the Soviet Union on July 4th, 1944.
Then came the brief Reich Civil War, in which the majority of the German military and its leadership turned on the Nazi Party, quickly whipping them out in but two months. With the public hanging of Hitler, Goering, and other lead Nazi figures, the reinstatement of the Kaiserlich as the leadership of the Third Reich on October 12th, 1948. Total casualties of this 'war' were about 872 soldiers and around 2,000 civilians.
Eight years later, on April 3rd, 1956, the Panama Uprisings began in Germany, while the Empire of Japan began its true assault on Australia. The Panama Uprisings consisted of a high amount of organized crime organizations merging to become the 'Panama Liberation Army.' In truth, they are nothing more than a band of cartels who were being badly affected, economically, by the Reich's dominance of the Americas. This also been called the 'Burning Horizon Skirmishes,' named so due to the high use of napalm against Cartel-controlled villages or on their locations outside of Panama City. It would be described in a similar manner to the Battle of Stalingrad Pre-Atomic Bomb, in which several cities along the Volga river would have been set ablaze.
After two years of war, the Waffen Schutzstaffel, redesigned as a special forces/anti insurgency unit independent from the Wehrmacht, had deployed a full battalion to the capital to help suppress the rebellion.
This is the setting and history of this RP. The ultimate goal would be, whether you are a member of the Wehrmacht, SS, or something else, would be to finally defeat the rebellion in any way necessary. Furry characters appreciated, but humans are allowed.
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Weekend had begun, the sun was up and the world was bright. It was no special day though, people were still working, doing their jobs. One thing was to be noted though: it was quiet, for once it was quiet.
Some would start to suspect that something was up, in fact, many would and they'd wonder what was the reason for the silence. And they'd ponder, most never receiving a proper answer.
The boy of the Schäefer was running on a regular errand, with his target destination the German main cantonment up ahead some fine miles away still. He was not tired nor did he think much about it all, the boy was just focused on his steps. He was however slightly glad that there were no obnoxious waves of gunshots fired all around - it husrt his ears. The German would stay allerted though, looking quickly around every once in a while for other living creatures.
He was alone.
The scenery stayed the same for miles and miles: burned down buildings, bare ground, rocks, sand, some random dying beings occasionally although prettu much just some abandoned sick old animal or such. Nothing was to be done to those - Christofer was no vet - they were goners. The boy would just have to keep moving and continue on his way, there was no stopping to check on the abandoned buildings.
He was alone.
(Let's have a bit of a bang, shall we)
A couple blocks down from the cantonment center, was the local Gestapo office in where a young lad on his motorcycle had arrived. His pale skin blue eyes scream European and even German that's until he spoke since he has a french accent, but lucky he knew how to speak German well though. As he placed the kickstand on the bike he went towards the door of the office, a two story old Spanish colonial building no doubt was the governor's building during the Spanish occupation of Panama, but as he approached the guards he spoke in German to them as he carried a rather medium sized box with German postal marking all over it. His uniform may be a little tight but he manage spoke to the guards saying "I have a package for Colonel Luchs from Colonel Heinrich in the best German he could. The guards knew he was French by birth but since he wore the standard Wehrmacht uniform that didn't bat an eye since Vicchi government in France would send there men to support the German cause. The guards waved him and as he entered he was greeted by scores of secretary's typing on there type writers and officer's roaming about carrying out there day...sadly for them it will be there last
He made to the up to the second floor and as he approached the colonel's secretary, he but the box the on the pin that says "Incoming mail" in German. As he placed it on in the pin he pressed an undisclosed button that started the timer. As he sat it down he nodded his helmet at the secretary giving her a wink and she she blushed at him as she winked him back. He with much more pop in his step he exited the building and went straight for the bike. Once he started it, he gunned it and went straight down the narrow cobblestone street. He zoomed base the major cantonment center as just as he passes it, one could hear "BANG!" the second story of the building burst into a fiery explosion causing the building to collapse upon itself lifting a large column of smoke. The boy on the bike looked back to see his handy work and smiled. Still looking back he zoomed pass the Schaefer with great speed, not noticing the German on the road as he got out of the area as best as he can.
A couple blocks down from the cantonment center, was the local Gestapo office in where a young lad on his motorcycle had arrived. His pale skin blue eyes scream European and even German that's until he spoke since he has a french accent, but lucky he knew how to speak German well though. As he placed the kickstand on the bike he went towards the door of the office, a two story old Spanish colonial building no doubt was the governor's building during the Spanish occupation of Panama, but as he approached the guards he spoke in German to them as he carried a rather medium sized box with German postal marking all over it. His uniform may be a little tight but he manage spoke to the guards saying "I have a package for Colonel Luchs from Colonel Heinrich in the best German he could. The guards knew he was French by birth but since he wore the standard Wehrmacht uniform that didn't bat an eye since Vicchi government in France would send there men to support the German cause. The guards waved him and as he entered he was greeted by scores of secretary's typing on there type writers and officer's roaming about carrying out there day...sadly for them it will be there last
He made to the up to the second floor and as he approached the colonel's secretary, he but the box the on the pin that says "Incoming mail" in German. As he placed it on in the pin he pressed an undisclosed button that started the timer. As he sat it down he nodded his helmet at the secretary giving her a wink and she she blushed at him as she winked him back. He with much more pop in his step he exited the building and went straight for the bike. Once he started it, he gunned it and went straight down the narrow cobblestone street. He zoomed base the major cantonment center as just as he passes it, one could hear "BANG!" the second story of the building burst into a fiery explosion causing the building to collapse upon itself lifting a large column of smoke. The boy on the bike looked back to see his handy work and smiled. Still looking back he zoomed pass the Schaefer with great speed, not noticing the German on the road as he got out of the area as best as he can.
Her ship has arrived to port, and they have begun to unload the supplies and proceed to move them into the camp. Afterwards, tanks begun rolling off the ship. E75s...Tigers...Panzer IV Hs...and other various of vehicles. Following the vehicles off their ships, Viera stepped up to one of the officers, a furry, and saluted him. She had given orders to move her troops to another encampment not far from here that is trying to quell the rebellion. She salutes back to them as she was dismissed.
Chattering from the soldiers can be heard. It's not that surprising since it was the Black Rose tank company that is landing here. But it wasn't the tank company they were talking about, it was the commander. Viera is considered a hybrid between the furries and the humans. Other than that, it could be her achievements in the military.
Half of her company is composed of Tigers, one fourth of it is composed of E75s, the rest are made of Panzer IV Hs. It seems a little odd to made up of older series of tanks, but it was her preference. The markings on the tanks were clear. A black rose emblem can be seen on the side of the turret. There is one additional marking on the command tank....Viera's tank...it had the words: Fallen Roses.
After a few hours, the tank company has prepared to move out to their destination. She stepped into the tank and had her gears on. SS uniform, headset, and other various of things. Her crew is made of mixed gender, ethnicity, and race. Her driver is a male furry, her gunner is a female human, her radio operator is a female human, and her loader is a male human. There was a MP44 lying next to her seat. She speaks into the mic in German, "Company. Move out!"
Chattering from the soldiers can be heard. It's not that surprising since it was the Black Rose tank company that is landing here. But it wasn't the tank company they were talking about, it was the commander. Viera is considered a hybrid between the furries and the humans. Other than that, it could be her achievements in the military.
Half of her company is composed of Tigers, one fourth of it is composed of E75s, the rest are made of Panzer IV Hs. It seems a little odd to made up of older series of tanks, but it was her preference. The markings on the tanks were clear. A black rose emblem can be seen on the side of the turret. There is one additional marking on the command tank....Viera's tank...it had the words: Fallen Roses.
After a few hours, the tank company has prepared to move out to their destination. She stepped into the tank and had her gears on. SS uniform, headset, and other various of things. Her crew is made of mixed gender, ethnicity, and race. Her driver is a male furry, her gunner is a female human, her radio operator is a female human, and her loader is a male human. There was a MP44 lying next to her seat. She speaks into the mic in German, "Company. Move out!"
As the boy was making his way to the cantonment he'd be holding tight on the cylinder shaped package - most likely had some paperscrolls inside of it. The pace he was moving on had slowed down as the ground beneath him had gotten less stabile: now it was mostly just loosely tied sand as the once habited neighbourhood had been left behind.
He was nearing the cantonment, able to spot the watchtower from afar already. He'd be able to get some rest while the higher-ups would be taking a look at the papers.
But it appears that the rest was going to have to wait. There was a blaze in the horizon.
Christofer stopped, first of all surpriced and numbed by the blaze and the sound of an explosion that reached his sencitive ears. His stance became stiff, unsure what he was supposed to do now and what had even happened. There wasn't much on the way of telling, he hadn't been faced with such siituatiobs earlier. This was his first.
As he was bondering, a motorcycle drove past him, speeding away at an unhealthy speed. Christofer would hold over his ears as the sound of the vehicle was ripping the air. Cringing, the boy would look at the driver and hurry to the cantonment aftewards, runninig a mile around the blaze that was attracting the maintenance personnel. He'd try looking for someone who could tell him what had happened.
He was nearing the cantonment, able to spot the watchtower from afar already. He'd be able to get some rest while the higher-ups would be taking a look at the papers.
But it appears that the rest was going to have to wait. There was a blaze in the horizon.
Christofer stopped, first of all surpriced and numbed by the blaze and the sound of an explosion that reached his sencitive ears. His stance became stiff, unsure what he was supposed to do now and what had even happened. There wasn't much on the way of telling, he hadn't been faced with such siituatiobs earlier. This was his first.
As he was bondering, a motorcycle drove past him, speeding away at an unhealthy speed. Christofer would hold over his ears as the sound of the vehicle was ripping the air. Cringing, the boy would look at the driver and hurry to the cantonment aftewards, runninig a mile around the blaze that was attracting the maintenance personnel. He'd try looking for someone who could tell him what had happened.
As Luke sped off on the road at a fast rate, he started to slow down and pull off to a specific part of the road. Once he got off from the bike, he hide it between some foliage and went on to change into his civilian clothes in the bush...it's obvious that the boy planned the attack for sometime.
Once he finished changing into civilian clothes, boots, blue pants, white undershirt and a lightweight royal blue trench coat that seen its hay day, a relic from the Great War. He got out of the bush and looked around for any krauts and found he was in the clear. He got back on his bike and continue on to his destination, a safe house.
Once he finished changing into civilian clothes, boots, blue pants, white undershirt and a lightweight royal blue trench coat that seen its hay day, a relic from the Great War. He got out of the bush and looked around for any krauts and found he was in the clear. He got back on his bike and continue on to his destination, a safe house.
The tank column arrived to the blown up cantonment from the other side of the road. "Be cautious" was echo throughout the the radio channel. The first tanks to move through was one of the three E75s, followed by the rest of the columns. She lifted her hatch open and pops out to see what's happening. Blazing fire from the command center....There was chatter in the radio channel about how its their first experience here in Panama and shit has gone down already.
Once the tank column is in position, she stepped from her command tank. Adjusting her cap, she headed to one of the officers for an update and to report for duty. It seemed a package for one of the officers turned out to be a bomb. Soldiers are seen around panicking.
Once the tank column is in position, she stepped from her command tank. Adjusting her cap, she headed to one of the officers for an update and to report for duty. It seemed a package for one of the officers turned out to be a bomb. Soldiers are seen around panicking.
People seemed busy, with curious eyes and panic everywhere for the first few minutes amongst the rookies of the cantonment, it would take a firm lead to calm them all down. With all the havoc, there was no way Christofer would be abe to make his way to any of the radios to inform people - then again, others were doing that hurriedly already.
The boy would make his way to the edge of the cantonment area, not wanting to get stepped on as people were rushing. He wouldn't be able to calm them down himself, so he might as well flee to a different place where the soldiers weren't running all aimlessly and he'd help there.
Upon noticing that there were no other explosions aside from that one that just happened, Christofer could feel safe to explore the cantonment without fearing the next door he'd open to be blown right at his face. This was a very reassuring thought and the reports he could hear of only one bomb were good. Of course the boy would have preferred no bombs at all but 1 bomb is better than 100.
Christofer inhaled and sighed in relief, at least it was quite likely they wouldn't be blaming it on him.
With a quick look around, the boy would note that there were some unfamiliar faces around, must be some new recrutes. He'd have to stay wary of them for now, there was a bomb that went off just a moment ago after all. He wouldn't dare go ask them what had happened, feeling uncomfortable around strangers. He'd keep his distance... Although, if this was the tank Company he had heard someone mention, they were most likely allies, and with that many tanks, it was definitely very unlikely to be commanded By a rebel, those rarely got their hands on the terror that was a tank
The boy would make his way to the edge of the cantonment area, not wanting to get stepped on as people were rushing. He wouldn't be able to calm them down himself, so he might as well flee to a different place where the soldiers weren't running all aimlessly and he'd help there.
Upon noticing that there were no other explosions aside from that one that just happened, Christofer could feel safe to explore the cantonment without fearing the next door he'd open to be blown right at his face. This was a very reassuring thought and the reports he could hear of only one bomb were good. Of course the boy would have preferred no bombs at all but 1 bomb is better than 100.
Christofer inhaled and sighed in relief, at least it was quite likely they wouldn't be blaming it on him.
With a quick look around, the boy would note that there were some unfamiliar faces around, must be some new recrutes. He'd have to stay wary of them for now, there was a bomb that went off just a moment ago after all. He wouldn't dare go ask them what had happened, feeling uncomfortable around strangers. He'd keep his distance... Although, if this was the tank Company he had heard someone mention, they were most likely allies, and with that many tanks, it was definitely very unlikely to be commanded By a rebel, those rarely got their hands on the terror that was a tank
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The officer dismissed her and ordered her to be on standby. She salutes back to the officer before returning back to her command tank. She thought: the camp is such a mess...and we just lost our commander. This is clearly not a great way to start our first day here. Stopping on her way to the command tank, she looked around for a second. Then, she catched the eyes of Christofer. Her appearance seemed to be a little uptight and fearless, but that didn't bother her. Looking at him for a second, she turned and headed back to her command tank. The gunner appeared to be sitting on top of the hatch. She calls out, "Orders Kommandant?" Viera called back, "Tell the company to be on stand-by!" The young kind female gunner stepped back into thet tank to inform the radio operator.
Christofer would look at the supposedly newly arrived troop move and work around, observing them as they did. He'd keep holding tightly onto the package he held in his hand.Not sure if he should try talking with them, but the boy would have to give it a chance if he wanted to get anywhere.
"Who is your leader?" he'd ask from the first tank officer he could reach, acting politely and speaking with a clear voice, hoping that it wouldn't result into an agressive punch to the face - if that were to happen the German would probably just take a good ten meters of distance to the puncher...
"Who is your leader?" he'd ask from the first tank officer he could reach, acting politely and speaking with a clear voice, hoping that it wouldn't result into an agressive punch to the face - if that were to happen the German would probably just take a good ten meters of distance to the puncher...
Luke soon arrived to a village far out close to the wilderness of Panama. The village only had one dirt road and the only thing to do there was two taverns and both of them acted as a cabrient hall. This village was the only village before any German troops get deployed to face the Panamaian resistance, in actuallity this is one of the few places where the resistance and German troops drink side by side without killing each other since one the resistance doesn't have uniforms nor bring guns in the village so there's no way to be identify and two since the Germans could be identified pretty easily the resistance is able to keep an eye on them as well.
Luke pulled to the back of one of the taverns known as "The Drink of Du Pont" owned by a French national named James Crochet. As he entered the tavern from the back, it was pretty empty since it wasn't happy hour yet. Luke went to the bar and ordered a drink from James. "Ahhh!!! Monsieur Luke how are you doing? Did you light some fireworks?" he said as he gave Luke his drink. "Yep I lite some fireworks for a Colonel" he responded as he chug down the drink. "How are you doing, Monsieur James?" he asked him. "Ah I'm doing fine, giving drinks and keeping tabs on everyone" he responded as he chuckled at Luke's answer. For a couple of hours Luke and James talked about a lot of things from about there homes in France, there distaste for the Germans and the Pamamian women that work in the village.
Luke pulled to the back of one of the taverns known as "The Drink of Du Pont" owned by a French national named James Crochet. As he entered the tavern from the back, it was pretty empty since it wasn't happy hour yet. Luke went to the bar and ordered a drink from James. "Ahhh!!! Monsieur Luke how are you doing? Did you light some fireworks?" he said as he gave Luke his drink. "Yep I lite some fireworks for a Colonel" he responded as he chug down the drink. "How are you doing, Monsieur James?" he asked him. "Ah I'm doing fine, giving drinks and keeping tabs on everyone" he responded as he chuckled at Luke's answer. For a couple of hours Luke and James talked about a lot of things from about there homes in France, there distaste for the Germans and the Pamamian women that work in the village.
Earlier, the tank officer of the E75 was talking to his crew. He turned to Christofer and replied, "The half breed Kommandent." He points with his thumb toward the E75 sitting at the center of the company. Viera would be seen standing close to the driver's hatch, talking to her driver. "That woman in black uniform," he said. Half breed? Viera doesn't look half breed. In fact, she looked human for all that matters.
Viera and her driver were struck into a conversation. The driver said, "Sitting out here like ducks? This isn't the way of our tactics". Viera sighed, "Orders are orders. We are to hold our position." Out the other hatch next to the driver pops out her radio operator and said, "Hey Four. I have informed the column." He took a moment and looked around, "Not bad of a camp...except it blew up on us."
Viera and her driver were struck into a conversation. The driver said, "Sitting out here like ducks? This isn't the way of our tactics". Viera sighed, "Orders are orders. We are to hold our position." Out the other hatch next to the driver pops out her radio operator and said, "Hey Four. I have informed the column." He took a moment and looked around, "Not bad of a camp...except it blew up on us."
Christofer would tilt his head to the side, very unprofessionally, upon hearing the answer. The half breed part didn't bother him too much, he had seen those before, but to be honest, he didn't know any of them. Not a single officer or citizen could he name that was a half breed.
That unnesessity aside, the boy would shift his eyes to look at the direction he was pointed at, still not recognizing the person fully
"I must not know them then..?" the boy would admit, resisting the urge to nervously scratch his head.
The boy could hear them talking about some matter, only for it to appear that they had some sort of connection to, possibly, some other cantonment. That ment that they must have had a radio, right? Maybe this was a chance he could take. The main radio signaling room was fully occupied due to the still somewhat occuring havoc. The boy couldn't go and inform the people he needed to from there, so slowly, he'd approach the center of the formation, holding on to the package and moved towards the one he assumed had the connection access.
"Excuse me, could I use the radio?" he'd ask politely while straightening his back as he stopped
That unnesessity aside, the boy would shift his eyes to look at the direction he was pointed at, still not recognizing the person fully
"I must not know them then..?" the boy would admit, resisting the urge to nervously scratch his head.
The boy could hear them talking about some matter, only for it to appear that they had some sort of connection to, possibly, some other cantonment. That ment that they must have had a radio, right? Maybe this was a chance he could take. The main radio signaling room was fully occupied due to the still somewhat occuring havoc. The boy couldn't go and inform the people he needed to from there, so slowly, he'd approach the center of the formation, holding on to the package and moved towards the one he assumed had the connection access.
"Excuse me, could I use the radio?" he'd ask politely while straightening his back as he stopped
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The driver and the radio operator looked at Christofer who was walking towards them. She noticed the crew members and turned around to look at him. She says, "What would you need it for?" She was suspicious of him, though curious about the package that he was carrying. Signaled by her, her radio operator popped down the hatch to grab something.
The crew members were young. They were quite cheerful than the other members of the company. The reason unknown, but knowing full well there was some resentment against Viera.
The crew members were young. They were quite cheerful than the other members of the company. The reason unknown, but knowing full well there was some resentment against Viera.
"I need to inform the camp lead Zilberschlag that I have arrived." The boy would stand firm behind his words, looking back at the tank officers, mostly in attempt of creating a more trustworthy image. And of course, the boy had already mentioned the lead of another cantonment, so as a messenger, it should be reasonable. "And if possible, I'd also like for it to be informed to him what has happened here."
Christofer would hope that they'd let him use the radio, or at least do the necessary for him, as the boy wasn't really all that familiar with the electric devices just yet...
Christofer would hope that they'd let him use the radio, or at least do the necessary for him, as the boy wasn't really all that familiar with the electric devices just yet...
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She nodded it with accepting his reason. Her radio operator popped out with the handset and handed to her. Viera told him, "Get me camp lead Zilberschlag." The radio operator nodded and headed down the hatch again. For a moment, she started tapping her foot till she received signal, "This is tank company commander Four. We have arrived to the camp, but to find it in disarray as the command structure has blown up." ".........." "Yes sir. Also, there is a messenger here who is reporting to you." She handed handset him.
The German would wait patiently, nervous from inside. He'd grip the package a bit tighter, putting some of his anxiety to it without harming what was inside.
His canid ears would spring up when he was called upon. He'd have to man up a bit now. The boy would take the equipment, placing the package to be held in between his knees while he'd talk.
"This is C. Schäefer, your message has been delivered to the cantonment near the location." Even if the person was a family friend, the boy would talk in a respecting and well-mannered way, toning the slight nervousness in his voice down. He'd wait and listen to what the man at the other end would have to say.
The higher ranked one would cut the connection first eventually and Christofer would then hand the headset back to the original owner.
He'd then take a hold of the package, holding it slowly towards the lady he now assumed was the lead of the troop.
"For now I'll have you read it, the cantonment could use some 'revenge' according to his words." He'd state firmly, following the wordings of Zilberschlag. "And, uh... Please..." There was an immediate change in his voice, to a more submissive and slightly hesitant one. "... Handle it with caution... As little wrinkles as possible..."
His canid ears would spring up when he was called upon. He'd have to man up a bit now. The boy would take the equipment, placing the package to be held in between his knees while he'd talk.
"This is C. Schäefer, your message has been delivered to the cantonment near the location." Even if the person was a family friend, the boy would talk in a respecting and well-mannered way, toning the slight nervousness in his voice down. He'd wait and listen to what the man at the other end would have to say.
The higher ranked one would cut the connection first eventually and Christofer would then hand the headset back to the original owner.
He'd then take a hold of the package, holding it slowly towards the lady he now assumed was the lead of the troop.
"For now I'll have you read it, the cantonment could use some 'revenge' according to his words." He'd state firmly, following the wordings of Zilberschlag. "And, uh... Please..." There was an immediate change in his voice, to a more submissive and slightly hesitant one. "... Handle it with caution... As little wrinkles as possible..."
As Happy hour started coming around, the tavern started to get full of Panamanian villagers and German soldier's who obviously been out of the field fighting the resistance from how dirty they are. Luke looked over his shoulder and looked at everyone seeing how young they are, as young as him and seeing them happy and jolly as they drank there liquor as James went out on the floor serve them at there tables. From the look on there insignia's they were regular Wehrmacht artillery battalion. There officers were obviously at the other tavern across the street, registered as a officer's club. Since it's artillery battlion, one could garentee that they have some really explosive ammunation. In Luke's head it would be a bad shame if someone where to sabotage there large gun ammunition and make one hell of explosion.
As James came back to the bar, Luke said to him "Monsieur, I'm going to us the W.C" as he got up and went to the back of the tavern. James shook his head in accomplice. Luke was able to sneak in the back of the tavern and went to a trashcan that has the French resistance symbol on it, faded away. He looked in and grabbed some explosives out of it and trigger lever. It didn't take him long to find the make shift camp of the battalion, which was lightly guarded. He hopped over the fence and started sneaking around the camp placing explosives inside ammunition boxes and inside artillery barrels. He almost got caught but was able to trick the guard slowly approaching his position as he threw a small stone in the opposite direction, which attracted his attention to that location of the stone.
He soon returned back to the tavern and James gave him a look, like he knew what Luke did. "Monsieur, please don't light fireworks here, please" he begged to Luke looking at him slightly irritated. "Don't worry, I'll light them when the sausages are ready" he replied with smile as he let James peek at the detonator in his jacket. "Relax, they don't expect a thing" Luke said to him in a low tone making sure the loud mouth Germans won't hear.
As James came back to the bar, Luke said to him "Monsieur, I'm going to us the W.C" as he got up and went to the back of the tavern. James shook his head in accomplice. Luke was able to sneak in the back of the tavern and went to a trashcan that has the French resistance symbol on it, faded away. He looked in and grabbed some explosives out of it and trigger lever. It didn't take him long to find the make shift camp of the battalion, which was lightly guarded. He hopped over the fence and started sneaking around the camp placing explosives inside ammunition boxes and inside artillery barrels. He almost got caught but was able to trick the guard slowly approaching his position as he threw a small stone in the opposite direction, which attracted his attention to that location of the stone.
He soon returned back to the tavern and James gave him a look, like he knew what Luke did. "Monsieur, please don't light fireworks here, please" he begged to Luke looking at him slightly irritated. "Don't worry, I'll light them when the sausages are ready" he replied with smile as he let James peek at the detonator in his jacket. "Relax, they don't expect a thing" Luke said to him in a low tone making sure the loud mouth Germans won't hear.
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