Chapter 3: Access To Stalag 13:

The Enterprise was in orbit around Earth back in 1944. Sulu had the coordinates for the area near Stalag 13 where Spock would send the airplane to crash and transport Scotty down soon afterwards with it. Being such a giant object to beam down, a model sized plane would be beamed from the ship and turn into normal size once sent down to the planet's surface.

Kirk, Spock, and McCoy, all in their Gestapo uniforms, stood at the control panel and had just beamed down the plane. Scotty, wearing his RAF sergeant uniform, got up on the transporter and gulped.

"Don't worry, Scotty; we'll be down shortly," Kirk reassured him.

"Aye, sir," the Scotsman answered, meek. No matter what his commander told him, he was still shaking in his boots about being brought to a POW camp in the middle of Germany. The idea of facing the Luftwaffe and Gestapo officers terrified him more than any alien life form he had ever come across in his Starfleet career.

"Spock, energize," Kirk ordered.

The Vulcan moved the levers, flicked the switches, and soon enough had Scotty safely down on the planet's surface.

The captain's communicator went off and answered it.

"Kirk here," he said.

"Scott here, Captain. Safely down by the crashed plane, sir," Scotty reported.

"Excellent, Scotty; stay hidden until we get there. Kirk out."

Kirk put his communicator back in his hidden pocket on the inside of his Gestapo jacket with his phaser, and gestured both Spock and McCoy to the transporter pad. Kirk quickly flicked the switches, pulled the levers, and hurried to the transporter pad. Soon enough, they dematerialized and were on the planet's surface within a few seconds. The three of them found the Gestapo car that Scotty had generated and beamed down on the side of the road. With Kirk driving, the three made their way off to the crash site to pick up the engineering officer.


"Roll call! Out, out, out, out, out, OUT! The Kommandant is waiting!" Sergeant of the Guard, Schultz, bellowed. He was a big, fluffy man, but a big teddy bear more than a hardcore military soldier. He was well aware of Hogan and his men's 'monkey business' as he referred it to, but always looked the other way. He did not approve of Hitler and they way Germans treated other nations and groups of people, and he never wanted any trouble from his commanding officer, Kommandant Klink, either.

Kinch, Newkirk, Carter, LeBeau, and the rest of the men filed out for morning roll call into the cool morning breeze of mid March. All of Hogan's men turned to look at one another with worry filled faces.

"I sure hope mon Colonel's alright." LeBeau whimpered.

"I hope so, too. I'm scared for him...I miss him," Carter sadly said.

Kinch patted the young man's shoulder gently.

"Don't worry, Carter. We'll find Colonel Hogan and bring him home safe and healthy," The radio man spoke.

Schultz got to Newkirk and looked to find Hogan's spot empty.

"Corporal Newkirk," Schultz started to say. He gulped. "Where is Colonel Hogan?"

Newkirk shivered.

"He's gone, Schultzie," he quivered. "Someone kidnapped him during the night."

"Kidnapped!"

"The only thing we found in his room was a ransom note for his return."

"Oh, Kommandant Klink will be furious with me, when I tell him..." Schultz never got to finish his sentence.

"Schultz! Reeeeeeepooooooooort!" Klink bellowed.

The big guard swallowed a knot and turned around to salute the thin, bald man. The kommandant returned the same gesture.

"Herr Kommandant...Colonel Hogan is missing!" Schultz exclaimed.

"WHAT?!" Klink shouted.

"He was kidnapped sometime in the night, Kommandant," LeBeau said sadly.

"We've gotta find him, Kommandant!" Carter pleaded.

"How did someone sneak in and kidnap Hogan? I had patrols all over this camp last night!" Klink demanded.

"We don't know, sir, but all they left in the colonel's room was this ransom note," Kinch, holding up a folded sheet of paper, replied.

Klink walked over to Kinch and snatched it out of his hands. The German kommandant opened the note up, read it, and nearly died. He started to shake and fear began to overtake his body.

"Pay 7000 German marks within the next 72 hours, or Colonel Hogan dies," he read out loud.

"Kommandant, we must do something!" Schultz cried.

Klink began to smile with arrogance.

"Alright, I get it. You men want me to believe a kidnapping happened, when in actuality, this is another one of Colonel Hogan's schemes to escape. Well, I'm not buying it! Where is he really?"

"Kommandant, help! Colonel Hogan could be dying for all we know!" Carter begged.

"We'll go looking for him ourselves, if you don't believe us," Newkirk added.

All fourteen men from barracks two started yelling and rambling with anger and fear. If Klink refused to make efforts to help find their commanding officer, then they were willing to all jump the fence and search for him on their own. They would not rest until Hogan was found and brought home safe and sound.

"Silence!" Klink ordered. An eerie feeling settled in with the colonel suddenly. He felt as if something were wrong...awful wrong. Why would his prisoners be so rowdy and terrified if this was an escape attempt. He knew very well just how protective the men were of Hogan and would go as far as dying to make sure their Senior POW was alright. He started to tremble, his eyes dilating as big as saucers.

"Corporal Newkirk, please tell me this is just a little prank? That Colonel Hogan is just hiding inside and will make his way out shortly?"

"I wouldn't joke about the Gov'nor being kidnapped and possibly being beaten to death right as we speak," the British corporal replied.

"Kommandant, please, help us find him!" LeBeau plead.

Klink snapped his head to his sergeant of the guard, his face now both serious and terrified.

"Schultz, dismiss the men and do a headcount for the rest of the barracks! I have to call Major Hochstetter, and have him out here right away, along with General Burkhalter!"

As Klink was about to leave, they all heard a plane overhead. They heard it starting to falling vertically in the air and head towards the ground a few miles away from camp. All of them watched, as the plane collided with the ground and a faint explosion was heard.

"Great; just what I needed. Another prisoner to worry about. I already have one that's missing to stress over!" Klink groaned.

He hurried off, shortly followed by Schultz.

Kinch was soon surrounded by his three best friends.

"What now, Kinch?" LeBeau asked.

"For now, let's just see what Major Hochstetter and Burkhalter have to offer," Kinch answered.

"And just sit here and do nothing?! Kinch, whoever has the Gov'nor could be killing him right now!" Newkirk exclaimed.

"Colonel Hogan's gonna be just fine. He's a smart man; he'll find a way to have his captors back off for a while to give us time to find him," Kinch said.

"I just hope he's alright," Carter wallowed in misery.

"Me too, Carter...me too," was all Kinch said.

The four of them then heard a car with Gestapo flags on them pull up besides the Kommandantur. A man with blonde hair entered out of the driver's seat. A Gestapo sergeant and captain made their way out of the car and joined the man. They opened the back seat behind the passenger side and pulled out a man dressed in an RAF sergeant uniform handcuffed and headed in towards Klink's office.

"Blimey, Kinch! The Krauts have one of me mates!" Newkirk exclaimed.

"Guys, a little coffee break sound like a good idea?" Kinch asked.

"Oui," LeBeau said.

The four of them hurried into the barracks, and entered Hogan's room to listen in on the conversation.


"Yes, General Burkhalter, I will see you soon...huh...oh yeah, Heil Hitler." Klink hung up the phone, rubbed his temples, then looked up at the fluffy sergeant before him. "Schultz, how did this happen? Where could Colonel Hogan have been taken off to...and how did someone manage to sneak into camp during the middle of the night and kidnap him successfully?"

As Schultz was about to answer, there was a knock on the door.

"What?" Klink called out.

The door opened, and Klink's pretty secretary, Fraulein Hilda, entered the office. She was short, had light blonde hair in two braids on each side of her head, and friendly blue eyes. She was wearing black flats, a black shirt, and a light purple sweater on.

"Herr Kommandant, the Gestapo is here to see you," she said.

Klink started to shiver.

"The Gestapo?"

"Jawohl, Herr Kommandant,"

"Send them in, Fraulein Hilda. Why keep our guests waiting?"

Hilda nodded and walked out of the office. She was replaced by Kirk, Spock, McCoy, and Scotty. Klink shot from his desk chair quivering and saluted the three Gestapo men before him. It took all of Kirk's strength to not start laughing at how ridiculous the German was.

"Gentlemen, how can I be of service to you this fine morning?" Klink asked, smiling in his usual goofy way.

"Kommandant Klink, I am Major Kirchner. This is Sergeant Spockenmeyer and Doctor and Captain Ludwig Meckler."

"Major. Sergeant. Doctor." Klink greeted each with a nod. He then turned to Scotty, who was shaking slightly. Even with his three best friends by his side and years of experience, he was still terrified of the German Kommandant in front of him. He had read many books over the years on World War II and the Nazis. It was enough to make even the toughest man quake. However, his fear was beginning to subside, though, seeing how shook up Klink was behaving. "And who is that?"

"We found him a few miles east from here. We knew that Stalag 13 is known for its perfect no escape record and thought a troublemaker like him would get some common sense knocked into him by bringing him here." Kirk shoved Scotty in the front and pushed him gently down in the chair in front of Klink, though made it appear to look rougher than it actually was.

The German colonel beamed at the mention of his no escape record.

"You are absolutely right, Major Kirchner! This is the toughest POW camp Germany has ever seen!" Klink gloated. He walked in front of his desk and put on his tough face, which wasn't all that menacing. He glared down at the RAF sergeant sitting before him and started interrogating him. "Alright; who are you?"

Scotty swallowed and looked helplessly into Klink's eyes. He would not answer, keeping his act believable.

"You can either answer Kommandant Klink's questions, or you can answer to my questions. Your choice, Sergeant," Kirk hissed.

Scotty licked his lips and nodded at Kirk .

"I'm Sergeant Montgomery Scott. Serial number SE19754T," he quivered.

Klink stared at him hard.

"I've never heard of such a serial number," he said.

Scotty did not answer. He simply looked up into the kommandant's eyes, and briefly then back down at the floor.

"Where is your home base?" Klink asked.

The engineering officer remained quiet.

"I'm waiting for an answer, Sergeant." Klink warned.

"Montgomery Scott. Sergeant. Serial number SE19754T." Scotty repeated.

"You've already told me that information!"

Scotty did not reply.

There was a sudden knock on Klink's door. Without time to permit to enter, the doors slam shut, and Major Wolfgang Hochstetter walked in. He seemed to be in one of his more 'pleasant' moods. His face was not as red, his eyes not peering into the kommandant's soul, and had a more calm feeling to him. He was a short man, had jet black hair with some gray, and piercing bright brown eyes. He had the aura of having a short temper and less than friendly of a personality.

Klink stiffened and saluted the major immediately, his fear grasping him quickly.

"Major Hochstetter, welcome to Stalag 13. Can I offer you a drink, Major?"

"No, that will not be necessary, Klink. I want to know why you had me…" Hochstetter paused, as he noticed the four Starfleet officers in front of him. "Wer sie sind?"

"Uh, Major Hochstetter, this is Major Kirchner, Sergeant Spockenmeyer, and Captain Meckler who is also a doctor. They brought in an RAF sergeant, who won't tell me anything other than his name, rank, and serial number."

Scotty quickly stole a look at the Gestapo major and looked back to the floor.

Hochstetter looked at Kirk for a brief moment, then nodded and held out his hand to shake it.

"Major, nice to meet a fellow Gestapo officer," Hochstetter replied pleasantly.

"Same to you, Major," Kirk said.

"Schultz, take Sergeant Scott to barracks two. I have no other use for him," Klink ordered.

"Jawohl, Herr Kommandant."

"I will take him, Kommandant. Perhaps I can get this man to squeal on the way there," Kirk said, with bitterness.

Refusing to argue with the Gestapo, Klink quickly nodded.

"Absolutely, Major Kirchner. I couldn't think of a better idea." The colonel trembled.

Kirk took Scotty's arms and took him out of the office, with Spock and McCoy following him. Once they were gone, Klink sat back down in his desk, and Hochstetter turned to him.

"Klink, what's the meaning of me being called out here?" The major asked, a little annoyed.

"Uh, Major…" Klink paused. How the heck would Hochstetter react to Hogan being missing, let alone kidnapped? The possibilities he kept thinking of scared him tremendously. He had to let Hochstetter know gently. He could have an emotional outbreak of any sorts. "Major Hochstetter, I sadly must report a missing prisoner."

"Which prisoner do you speak of, Klink?"

Klink swallowed a knot down and stared at the short man, blankly for a while. The hard part had now come.

"It's...it's...the person...it's...Colonel Hogan, Major Hochstetter." He whimpered.

"WHAT?!" Hochstetter yelled.

"In my defense, Major Hochstetter, I have no idea who kidnapped him. I doubled the security last night and twice the patrols walking around the entire camp."

"You mean to say someone has kidnapped the most dangerous man in all of Germany?!"

"...it would appear to look that way, Major."

"KLINK!"

"The only information I have for you momentarily, Major Hochstetter, is this ransom note Sergeant Kinchloe gave me at roll call."

Klink handed Hochstetter the note and had him read it.

"Pay 7000 marks or Colonel Hogan is murdered?! This is just another scheme of Hogan's to get out of camp...possibly for a sabotage assignment?" The major growled.

Klink shivered under Hochstetter's dark brown eyes. The short man always knew how to make him rattle.

"I wish it were an escape, Major, but it is true. Somehow someone managed to sneak in through the night, kidnapped Colonel Hogan, and made their way back out of camp undetected. I thought the same at first, until the prisoners nearly started a riot, demanding Hogan be found."

"Klink?!" Hochstetter gnarled, shaking his head in a fist.

"What are we going to do, Major Hochstetter?"

"You will do absolutely nothing, Klink! When General Burkhalter gets here, I will ask him what to do!"

Klink nodded shaking in his boots.

"Yes, Major Hochstetter," Klink quivered.

"BAH!"

Hochstetter stomped out of Klink's office and slammed the door, leaving the poor colonel to just be with his thoughts.

Hogan, Klink thought. Where are you?!