Vas here,
hey, first FF update in a while and this is more a one shot than anything
yes, I know that a fall like that in the movie is humanly impossible, but hey

bare with me.

anyways. Is it just me or does no one care about Vogel?
even when I first saw the movie I felt bad that he ran himself over the edge of the cliff in a tank.

anyways... enjoy the story
I chose to open the story with the scene from the movie for a reason, gosh lemme-ge

Vas

The Vogel Monologue

Chapter 1
Fate Sealed

The top of the tank flipped open as smoke and dust poured out into the air. Vogel coughed and sputtered as the backfired smoke from the gun clogged his lungs. He gasped for air as he dragged himself from the confines of the machine. He rubbed the dirt out of his eyes with his sleeve and created a clean patch of white skin on his face that was all else smudged with grime. Vogel had lost sight of Dr. Jones in the havoc inside the tank and he looked around wildly to try and find the American. He caught sight of him again, clinging to the reigns of the horse as he pushed it onwards toward the tank.

Wheezing, Vogel drew the Luger from the holster at his side and took aim at his foe. Before he could fire, however, a shot pinged off the hull of the tank narrowly missing his head. He ducked below the rim of the cupola to avoid getting anything vital pierced by a bullet. Indiana Jones was firing at him, he answered the heathen with a few shots of his own, and none of them hit for Jones did not pitch forward on his horse. Cursing himself he slid back into the tank, replacing the gun in its holster.

Suddenly a thunk echoed through out the machine, Vogel popped his head out of the cupola to come face to face with the Jones himself. Snarling, he reached for the gun once again. Suddenly there was another crash as Indiana was tackled by a foot soldier that Vogel had neglected to notice, seeing that the professor was occupied Vogel climbed out of the tank and reached for a loose bunch of chains that hung aimlessly on the machines top. There was a gunshot and the Nazi colonel looked over his shoulder just in time to see several of his privates fall off the tank into endless desert.

Vogel was already angry, but this only made it worse. The German felt the blood rising in his face and could only imagine that his pale skin was turning beat red, and it was not from sun exposure. He wrapped his fingers around the chain just as the American landed right in front of him. He was breathing hard from the struggle that he had put up with Vogel's soldiers, but that was nothing compared to what the colonel wanted to unleash on him. There was the sound of scraping metal and the Nazi lunged at Indiana, bringing the chain around the American's neck. The German felt Dr. Jones gasping for breath.

Jones and Vogel fought with each other on top of the tank; by strength, the American was superior to the aged Vogel, but the Nazi was trying the best he could. The tank suddenly lurched underneath the German and he tumbled forward, dragging the professor with him. The two opponents landed on top of each other. A small periscope from the tank rose up to see what was going on because a soldier was wondering what had happened to his superior. Vogel threw the American off of him and the two lurched ahead and Indiana's face was flattened against the periscope.

Jones Pushed himself back and landed his body square on top of Vogel, forcing the air from the German's lungs. The colonel, however, still held fast to the chain that was still tight around Jones' neck despite all that had happened. The American kicked out and his foot struck the periscope, shattering the glass and sending the thing spiraling back to where it had appeared from. Vogel finally managed to flip the professor off of him. He did not let go of the chain, so he was dragged with the conspirator wherever he fell. The German fell on top of Jones whose head hovered precariously over the rotating treads of the tank.

Huffing for breath Vogel, put pressure on Indiana's head and drove it toward the treads. Centimeter by centimeter, Jones check came closer and closer, though he put up quite a struggle, Vogel had finally managed to best his opponent. Suddenly an explosion blossomed next to the tank flinging the Nazi off his prey, Jones was thrown ahead and managed to come down fully on the rotating treads. Thinking quickly he rolled himself off. The doctor would have landed on the sand had his arms not come to meet the ragged gun that protruded from the edge of the tank.

Vogel felt as though he couldn't move, he had landed on his back at exactly the right spot that he had felt his entire lower half go numb for a few moments. The colonel had had enough of this American, always buzzing around like a fly where he wasn't supposed to. He lashed his hand out and it managed to close around something. He pulled it toward him and found that the handle was attached to a shovel. A twisted smile wove its way across his face as he got up shakily and sauntered over to the side of the tank. Jones was flailing around like a fish caught on a hook.

Indiana tried to pull himself back onto the moving tank, but Vogel brought his boot down hard on the American's fingers, as he pulled them back swiftly. The colonel swung the shovel wildly and heard it collide with the gun; a loud metal sound reverberated in the air. Jones, however, did not fall. Infuriated, the Nazi swung the shovel again and brought it down hard at the professor's head. Indiana fell, it would have been a god send for Vogel, had the heathen not been wearing a bag that had gotten caught on the gun and kept him suspended over the desert floor.

Vogel barked orders to the tank driver and instantly the gun drove itself into the clay wall near to it trapping the American between it and the tank sealing his fate as a protrusion in the wall grew ever closer. The German straightened up; his mission was complete with the death of the Jones'. Der Fuhrer would be pleased with him, unexpectedly the tank swung away from the wall so sharply that Vogel fell backward doing almost a full, but very ungraceful, summersault.

Like a flash, Jones had pulled himself back up onto the tank and had rounded on the aged colonel. He pulled him up by the neck of his shirt and sent a flying punch toward him which collided with his jaw and sent him flying toward the back of the tank. Vogel landed with a metallic thud as the shovel let out a loud clang as it landed next to him. He lashed his hand out quickly and grabbed the tool to make sure it wouldn't go over the edge. Despite the dull pain that coursed through his body the Nazi dragged himself back to his feet, his face was red with anger and he was panting hard.

No breath seemed to get to his lungs, but despite his obvious lack of oxygen Vogel strode toward the American, the shovel held tightly in his hand ready to crush any sort of bone in Jones' body that he managed to catch. Indiana was preoccupied by his father and the idiot Brody and appeared as though he did not see the colonel come up on him, but he did out of the corner of his eye. Vogel swung the shovel at him wildly, but Jones deflected it and managed to fling it from the soldier's hands. Dr. Jones swiftly grabbed, the colonel by the wrist and twisted his arm behind his back, painfully and dangerously as Vogel felt something in his shoulder strain.

Indiana had managed to shoved Vogel up against the cupola and smash his chest against the rim, sending the colonel's hat flying into the darkness of the tank's interior. Jones threw the Nazi to the side, almost to the exact same place the shovel had flown. Vogel quickly grabbed the makeshift weapon and swung blindly at the conspirator. Jones junior ducked, but he managed to catch Jones senior on the side sending him vaulting onto the tank treads. Indiana threw the colonel aside and with lightning reflexes snapped out his whip and caught his father by the ankle.

Vogel's demented smile had long since disappeared but this position that Jones' had put himself in. The soldier rounded on the helpless American as Dr. Jones Senior's life hung in the balance. A flying punch from the colonel landed squarely in between Jones' ribs, but he was determined and did not let the whip go. Before Vogel could let another punch fly, a man dressed in the local garb came up to the tank by horse. He shouted a few words and managed to steal the endangered Jones away to the safety of the still moving earth. Now this had pushed Vogel over the edge. He had both Joneses at his mercy and he had managed to lose one and not it looked as though he was going to loose the other one as well.

He was not going to let that pass as he threw himself at Indiana Jones and managed to wrap his fingers around the heathen's neck. Jones, however was having none of it either as he spun in a strange direction that the aged Vogel could not follow and managed to turn the entire situation around. Now Jones twisted Vogel's arm behind his back just as he had done before and slammed the colonel's head against the rim of the tank cupola. Over and over Vogel's head came down against the rim. His world was spinning as he felt something warm running into his eyes as blow after blow landed on him.

Both men had neglected to see the impending doom that had opened up in front of them. The ravine opened up its gaping jaws to receive the tank that, unknown to them, was now driverless. Indiana Jones suddenly released Vogel. The Colonel did not realize why he had been spared until it was too late, the edge of the tank ran itself over the edge of the cliff. The German could do nothing but scream as he plummeted with the tank, death coming up to meet him as he struck the bottom and was met with darkness.