Hellsing: Division 7 Birger Ahlstrom Trailer
Author's notes: This is an introduction trailer to an OC I thought of after watching an entire marathon of hellsing ultimate abridged…why, just cause I want to see parties. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: My mind is considered tame to not own Hellsing Ultimate or the previous lackluster series before it.
Iscariot, the name and branding of a traitor who would be considered one of the worst betrayals in human history itself by handing the teacher who taught him morality as well as spirituality for nothing more than a bag of silver, than simply asking them for Roman gold. A man who took the punishment and guilt that he himself wanted to do, at the behest of a long-standing enemy. And he was successful due to the very plan set in stone ahead of time, performed it so well that he would split his body open upon a field to repent in some twisted way of repayment for his own sin, to avoid and to excuse a lifetime of deserved regret and shame.
Hellsing, the very name of it would and deserves the awe and its fame for the appearance in a book by Bram Stoker who would go on to be famous for the chronicles of a true feared creature of the darkness that preys upon those who are weak and helpless. Not the godless or even base men and women who committed treachery, innocent lives who were ended by a monstrosity who desired and took what he wanted…what he desired. A fairytale, one of many stories that gained fame and for what purpose does it serve beyond the realm of entertainment?
No, we took the monster he was and justified it all. Films, books, television series condone the very natural facts and actions that these people took ensuring that they are justified in becoming what they were portrayed, we forgot.
We wanted to forgot the fact that creatures like vampires exist for one thing: simple killers, yet we wanted to make them good intended for all the killing we've seen, and lost our sense to…so we took all the blood taking, the ripping of throats, and we put them into justified territory that he did it because he couldn't resist his urges. That it is natural, that since we cannot control it we should abandon all hope of recovering, just like a scientific fact told you on the internet.
Diffusion of responsibility, acknowledgment that it can't be helped…we don't have to care, we take enjoyment in sick pleasure of seeing drama and tragedy, the era is rife with all sorts of contradictions and yet morality continues to thrive in us, to prevent us from going off the edge. We can be saved from such a fate, however if only that held all of us back from it.
But I must confess, this is getting off topic for such a train of thought.
Iscariot and Hellsing, England and Roma, the crusader and the knight, Protestant and Catholic. A long drawn out conflict had surfaced and receded in the aftermath of a great slaughter between two organisations...but for how long can we simply sit back and allow a massacre of the masses to happen again?
It is time to fight back the darkness. It is time to ease away the fanatics from the moderates and to move away as well as divert from those who assume God's will in actions of destruction and correct, it is time to be an organisation that is more than simply fighting darkness to being a group that is more closer to the teachings of God.
We are Division Seven, and we will move forward into the light to serve the light.
transcript of personal thoughts from the newly appointed Division Commander of Division Seven, Eastern Orthodox Church of God.
"And the meek shall inherit the earth."
"What was that sir?"
A small tapping of his finger on the arm rest came to a halt as the owner of the hand retreated to his lap, smoothing his kneecap with a soft grip while he looked up at the overhead mirror facing him putting on a small frown at the scenery of urbanized buildings of their destination. Seeing the families and individuals wandering the streets in the quiet cool afternoon was one thing that soothed the man in the back, reminding him of the countryside of Warsaw by which they had passed by earlier, waving his hand in front of his face to reassure his driver when he realized he was staring off too long.
"Oh, sorry about that I was thinking about the anticipated meeting and company. I was hoping that the meeting I arranged for the guests would be comfortable and secure for them." The driver glanced at the head mirror eyeing the shrouded passenger's expression before he shook off a vibe that trembled down his spine as he continued to keep an eye on the brick road. "The squad of Orthodox skirmishers has arrived to check the cars four hours earlier, I am sure they are able to handle the task just like their training."
"I definitely trust them, they learnt well." The man behind him seemingly gave a nod of assurance as the rustling of papers from a nearby duffel bag began filling the gap of silence between the two men, the driver holding onto his sense of professionalism on the job while the other man silently gazed down at the folder that was opened in front of him to eye the two single pictures that laid bare for him to see, the man sweeping his hand over the pictures while the car shifted the folder to the side.
"Seras Victora…and Sir Integra herself are the two main guests of honor. Hopefully this trip will go well without trouble, or I might have spelt immeasurable irony on that statement." He stated as he massaged his temples, the car slowing to a grinding halt much to the surprise of the man who scrambled to save the pictures that were threatening to fall over while the driver had a look of silent amusement at the young man's jolt announcing their arrival. Rubbing the back of his head sheepishly to himself, the young man thanked his driver as he opened the door to the brown colored vehicle holding the duffel bag in his hand looking at the sign hanging over his head reading 'Warsaw Transnational Station' as a soft breeze passed through his flaming red hair contrasting his light-tanned skin while wearing a simple red outer cossack which was unbuttoned revealing a pair of dark pants and a white collared shirt, the red sash remaining tied to his waist around the pants leaving the cossack to flutter freely into the breeze. Breathing in the fresh air momentarily, the young man glanced ahead.
"Well time to head over to France."
At the same time, Hellsing Manor
"A trip around the European countryside by the transnational rail line by the Eastern Orthodox's Division Seven? That sounds lovely, Integra." Seras jumped excitedly as soon as she heard the news from her superior, Integra already beginning to leak a smile at the woman's antics the Hellsing heir unfolding her fingers from her mouth and rested it on the desk of the main office where two single tickets laid out neatly with the details printed out for them coupled with yet another pair of tickets that showed a flight moving out to the city of Paris decked out with a reservation order for a hotel room. The call that came in was surprising to say the least, the heir having to repress hints of irritation in her voice when she thought that yet another job was open for the organization only to raise a brow at the meeting called by the Eastern Orthodox Special Division Seven with no other explanation apart from a trip via the Europe Transnational Railway to Switzerland, of course her naturally suspicious mind was attuned for any deception but found nothing that was harmful or rang any alarms when she had taken the call so that meant something. The tickets that arrived just on time when she had conveniently put down the phone at the front gate by a messenger from said division made her a tad suspicious but a leave of absence was something that was too good, in Integra's private thoughts to pass up and she was trying to stop a smile spreading over her face despite the words stating it was a meeting.
As to the person who sent the invitation, she had heard little to nothing but rumors circulating around the formation of the Division Seven before the battle of London and even less when most of the higher authority running the Round Table was eliminated by the vampire soldiers that swarmed the defenses in a wave of destruction. To make matters more stressful for her during the last few months personally were the increased amount of jobs needed to be overseen with the remaining members forming a partnership formally with the government for the rebuilding and funding due to the economic crisis that resulted from a major loss of life.
And she wanted a break off from all of the stress, she could have sworn wrinkles similar to someone she knew.
"Well either way, we are accepting the Division's offer especially with the 'timely' arrival of the tickets being a sign of how determined they are to see us. Pack your essentials, Seras." Seeing the former policewoman salute her superior with a small goofy smile before she ran down the hallway earned a tired smile from Integra, the Englishwoman turning to take the tickets in her hands looking at the name of the hotel. When she looked carefully at them, the head of the Hellsing house could not suppress the whistle that came out uncharacteristically from her own mouth when she re-read the names.
"…If they weren't trying to impress me before, they sure are doing so now."
A few days later
"The train is now stopping at Paris in an hour from the current location. I repeat to all passengers, Paris will be in sight in approximately an hour."
"Well, nice to know that France is still holding onto beauty." The man spoke in admiration as the train continued the remaining journey in silence, the quiet was nearly broken by the emergence of a presence at the private booth's door sliding open for a man dressed in a clergy robe of white entered with a smile on his face in greeting to the young man sitting with a large bottle of water while digging his kitchenware into a small roast beef piece, waving his free hand in return which was revealed to be tanned from the sun in a light brown shade.
"Hey Emile, how's it going?"
"Nothing has been suspicious so far, our men of 25 have scouted the carriages in separate teams…at Paris we will signal the train to close off its doors to the public and ask them to switch over." Hearing that piece of news caused the young man to grin in reply, his hand pushing a bowl of untouched salad to the older gentleman completing the gesture with a fork and pouring a cup of water.
"That's very good to hear, though I cannot believe they would allow us to fund this small trip just for a meeting." Emile the priest smiled as he graciously prayed for his meal before taking some of the salad, the two men giving each other pause to have a bite before the priest replied. "Well it is important that first impressions are to be the most positive of experiences, and consecutively so for the next. This meeting does mean that we will be joining arms with Hellsing and not the Iscariots, which as I am sure you have been briefed will be detrimental if they catch wind of this meeting."
"Hmm, so did your sources tell you when did Heinkel leave the confines of the Section 13 headquarters in Roma?"
"A few hours ago." The curt reply from Emile was enough to cause the young man to stop his meal, the young man closing his eyes and leaning back while the priest continued to poke at a piece of tomato seeing the juice spurt out in droplets onto the small white tablecloth staining it while he picked the leaves of the salad with the potato slices in one stab, bringing it to his moist and famished lips. "Do not worry yourself Ahlstrom; the meeting will not simply be called off because of one special agent of the Iscariots most likely coming to our position. If so we will take on the agent if we have to…and I too assume you did not forget your training either?"
"If you meant the army in which I was conscripted into and asked to suffer four years with, then yes." The newly named Ahlstrom spoke with a growl as he placed the cup of water to his lips, downing the liquid in his throat before he brought it down staring at Emile. "And as for the agent…there will be no such aggression against a person who can overwhelm several men in a heartbeat, I don't want anyone to be casualties on this trip. The purpose behind the meeting is to establish a link, and for the most part on my end to socialize as a side hobby-"
"Which I know from the past experience of dealing with you that even with direct orders from the Orthodox clergy you won't push your luck so suddenly. You had a habit for not following too many orders and you have a habit of socializing." Seeing the man grin at the last statement caused Emile to sigh in mock despair. "Let me guess…you're going to do it anyway without a care in the world what official orders were?"
"You know it."
"That would be very hard to handle with all due respect, Division Commander. They expect the meeting to be only for a few hours before your return to Warsaw with immediate news of the offer of cooperation." Emile spoke politely as he downed the cup of water in one large gulp, holding down the sigh of content while watching Ahlstrom tap his finger in nervousness. "Besides, this is your first official assignment as leader…I do have high hopes you will not disappoint nor already plot to compromise the mission altogether with your own actions."
"Of course. Look I may give off the impression, but I am not a punk nor am I stupid enough to compromise the objective." Ahlstrom sighed as if he was expecting this comeback but he honestly had already made the plans, he was to oversee it and if he suspected truly then it wouldn't matter if he came back a few days due to the long train ride home. However, that did not mean in Ahlstrom's already cunning mind that his superiors would have figured it out by the time they passed German borders into Switzerland for a day's stay in one of the hotels in the city. If they didn't figure it out well…he had subordinates for situations like playing messenger instead of him being actively present.
Power and position over a few people is sometimes a blessing.
"I know that look in your eyes, and it is not funny Ahlstrom. If I find out that you have gotten poor Emily to give out the field report..." Emile chided the man before the younger man shrugged, taking a glass to his mouth as a sign of slight nonchalance to the volatile situation at hand attempting to play down the severity with a wave of his hand.
"Well too bad, once I make the plans all is going to be as I play it for now."
"*sigh*…I really wished you could take this job at least a bit more seriously." Emile thought in his mind as he decided to put himself off the meal, standing up to leave before the voice of Ahlstrom spoke towards his back stopping him right in his tracks, the young man pouring himself yet another cup of water to down it like he was at a bar doing shots slamming the glass lightly onto the small table ignoring the small jump that Emile did.
"By the way, about Integra Hellsing…there is a private matter of great importance that I need to address, if I attempt to physically analyze the evidence for my answer it would deal great damage to the relationship between our two organizations and as a fellow leader I can no longer ignore it."
"What is it this time, Division Commander?" Emile used the title of Ahlstrom to convey his weariness as he kept his back to the Division Commander, not really wanting to put up with anymore nonsense right now from the man but he held his professionalism as he replied politely. Ahlstrom filled up another cup of water as he gestured for the priest to turn which Emile caught as he saw Ahlstrom have a serious glint in his eye setting down the glass to fold his arms together before the Division Commander spoke the five most important words.
"…What are her three sizes?"
"…have a good trip until Paris, Division Commander." Emile finalized the end of the discussion with a neutral gaze as he slid open the closed door to the private room hearing the sound of the Division Commander giving a small whine as he watched as Emile walk out of the room hiding no force in slamming the doors behind him leaving Ahlstrom to scratch his head in a worried fashion.
"Well how am I supposed to get her casual clothes then?"
End