Deutchland, Wach!

[SKILORD]

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[Paddy]

Ahh SKILORD... you like to get the story going.

Here, have a beer.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Good stuff SKI , keep it coming

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Any chance of you getting back to this SKI ?

[SKILORD]

I might have forgotten about this one.....

how embarassing.

Yeah, probably.. I hope.

[Solomwi]

Please do, SKI. This is both Orwellian and Kafkaesque at the same time. Excellent work.

[SKILORD]

Whow!

Orwell and Kafka! (What an odd, if honorable mix)

I'll have to get back to work on this

[Paddy]

these things do happen

[SKILORD]

Chapter 6: A Dead Nation

Damien propped his foot up on the hip of the attendant, shoving him out of the door and into the desert, “F***.”

Johan threw his gaze back, “Scheisse.”

Damien grabbed the steering wheel and pulled himself over, shoving the accelerator into the ragged carpet of the dusty car, spinning it around, narrowly avoiding the attendant and pointing himself directly at the chopper.

“He’ll shoot,” Johan advised, pulling himself into the passenger seat.

“No matter which way we run.”

The car shot under the chopper unharmed, the helicopter swung itself around after them, making menacing sounds with its rotors.

“The Honor guard is back at the station, we’ve got to catch ‘em.”

Damien shook his head, “I can’t stop with this b****** following me.”

Johan nodded, “What then?”

“Get to Leipzig, loose him. The boys ‘ll be safe out here for a coupla days.”

“Unless of course he,” Johan leaned his head backwards, “finds ‘em.”

Damien shrugged, “He can’t learn anything from them.”

Johan shook his head at his calloused companion.

-

The dinged car pulled into the covered garage, florescent lights glowed overhead. They had lost the chopper about four miles outside of Leipzig, scattered among the traffic. Not a single shot had been fired from the massive cannon that was mounted on the side of the chopper and it had rather surveyed them quietly. A few suspicious looking bobbies sat at the side of the road and a few roadblocks were narrowly averted thanks to the traffic reports that the radio provided. The trip had been rather uneventful on the whole.

“Welcome to the Kingdom of your fathers mein Kaiser.”

Droplets of water slapped against the cement from some unnoticed corner. Cracked cement was adorned with graffiti, ancient flags of Germany, the once noble German eagle.

“Deutschland Lebt?” Johan read, stepping out of the car.

“Ja, and soon it will sleep no more,” Damien laughed.

“Was that somehow funny?”

“Ja.”

An aged man sat quietly next to a metal door on the far side of the garage, “Kann ich Ihnen helfen?”

Damien approached him, grinning, his face pulling out of the shadows, “Selbstverständlich.”

“Damien?”

“Ja. Is there a meeting tonight?”

“Ja, they are all in there.”

A button was pushed quietly and the door slid open.

-

On the far side of a metal hall there was a smoke filled room, after a brief startling moment the men within recognized Damien and poured him a mug of beer, pulling a seat next to their table and dealt him into whatever card game they were playing, Johan stood at the door, quiet.

“Who’s your accomplice, Damien?” A bearded fellow pulled a smoldering cigar out of his lips and tapped the ashes into an ashtray.

“Ahh, the Kaiser over there? A long lost descendant of Otto von Bismarck.”

The table erupted into laughter, “You must be kidding us Damien,” the bearded fellow responded.

Damien let slip a few last laughs, “Ja, of course.”

He put his cards down, smiling proudly, “If I didn’t know better I’d think myself a cheater.”

Johan walked into the pale light of the room, “Is this the best we have? This is the Volk that has defied Britain for centuries?”

The table laughed again, the bearded man spoke up, “Ja, this is your Volk, Kaiser.”

“We play cards while Britain rapes our nation?”

The men at the table glanced nervously at each other, “Ja.”

Damien shook his head, “Its not a battle that can be won, Johan, it’s a battle to be avoided. In a few generations everything will be forgotten and we can all be peaceful Britons.”

“You will surrender everything then?”

“Ja.”

“Deutschland Leben?”

“We all know better than that,” Damien responded.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Nice

Great dialogue

[SKILORD]

I was thinking about just ending it there and leaving it as little but a cynical view of... life really.

But I don't think I will.

To be Continued

[Paddy]

cool looking forward to more

[SKILORD]

Chapter 7: Army of One

It's short, but I have to go to Detention tommorrow morning and so it'll have to do for now.

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“This is treacherous!” Johan pulled up one side of the table, slamming it onto its side, “Traitors!”

Guns appeared in every hand, “Traitors? Traitors to what mein Kaiser? Traitors to who?”

“Deutschland.”

“Deutschland is dead, Johan. We’re out of prison, the fairy tale is over. You’re no prince, you have no kingdom,” Damien waved his pistol menacingly.

“Sie sind ein Verräter.”

“To who, my Kaiser? You spent far longer in their service than any of us. We are Germans, we were born in the old ways and raised in them. We have felt Germany since our mothers’ womb. Deutschland is dead, and any who still serve her will follow her.”

Somebody pulled the table aright again, a new pack of cards was pulled out, “Now sit down and we’ll deal you in.”

Johan paused for a moment, “Ante in with thirty pieces of silver,” he spat on the table and walked out of the door.

-

Thick, powerful droplets of rain came sidewise from between the massive skyscrapers of Leipzig.

Johan cursed his feeble windshield wipers as they shuddered across his windshield.

The car began to crawl out of the parking garage, slowly pressing itself against the pouring rains and rushing winds. It was pushed to the side by the winds.

Scheisse Johan shook his head, I’m going to die in this. How f****** stupid.

The car pushed itself out further, against the winds.

“Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit…” he whispered.

The wind screamed no tune, but the song was coming. Here he was, an army of one, battling the German weather.

“ Für das deutsche Vaterland --” he paused, his quiet words revertabrating powerfully.

Wind slapped rain across the side of the car, the car slipped again.

Johan pulled it back onto the road, gritting his teeth, “Danach laßt uns alle streben, Brüderlich mit Herz und Hand.”

He laughed at the last few lines, glancing into the rearview mirror.

The rain slowed, suddenly, a smile slipped across Johan’s face as the car splashed its way onto the road.

“Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit Sind des Glückes Unterpfand,” he was smiling now and the words came a little more loudly.

The car accelerated through the puddles on the road. The rain still pounded the ground, but it wasn’t quite so hard as when he had begun.

“Blüh' im Glanze dieses Glückes, Blühe, deutsches Vaterland.”

He finished with a salute, and a smile.

Johan von Bismarck had a nation to reclaim but first he had to find a sword.

[Paddy]

lift that Sword.... charge back in there lad

[SKILORD]

I'll make a stab at it.