February 27th
"It has been an long day, but I could feel the unrest in my heart. I need too return to that Godforsaken graveyard. Since I have a small portion under my name. I can not leave the equipment too rot any longer than it has. I've asked around seeing if I could secure transportation too mount glen. Ivory has been quiet ever since she caught wind of my plan too return back. With this unrest eating at my spirit! It brought back terrible memories, along with unsavoury tastes. Back then we kept the reds at bay, with only a god dam river separating us from those blood thirsty savages. That. Dam. River was just a minor nuisances to Stalin's blood hounds, when they finally pierced our armour... just like the feral pack of dogs they where. they bit down on us, and they bit hard. When the red's bite with the strength of the bear, they thrashed, maiming it's prey. We became broken and battered.
There is another reason that I must return... there's a bank there. During the stalemate my patrol so happen to stumbled upon a ruined bank, hopefully the reds have left it alone. It should, help me claim a solid foundation where I can operate freely from. And. I, I still hold on too a thread of hope, that I might find any survivors."
Getting up from his desk, shifting his sights for the clock reading 8:46 AM. Walking over to his closet too be greeted with his uniforms. Gathering the equipment and a freshly pressed combat fatigues, entering another room. Instinctively he ran through the gathered clothing and equipment. He couldn't help it but smile, unfolded and on full display, was a proper uniform! One that a Schutzstaffel could proudly wear. Oh, how he was glad to be rid of that, filth of an uniform. the familiar feel of the cloth on his skin, the weight and straps around his torso and hip. the survival pack secured on his back hip.
He loved it! This. This is what he was meant to be! To wear this uniform proud fully for the Fatherland and the Fuhrer. The dual thunder bolts on his left collar, a number two on his right signifying his division. The metallic threads gleaming in the light. A rousing cry from his spirit, shouted out in pride, lifting his posture into regulation. His aged, steel helmet adored with markings from his many fights in the fronts. The white shield with his divisions insignia, was worn out paint on the left side, slightly above where it covered his ears. Grabbing the PPSH by the strap slinging it around his left shoulder. Three fully packed round drum mags, where snuggly tucked along his pouches. Finally Looking into the mirror, he smiled again, seeing his old self staring back at him. The helms covering blocking the light from agitate his cold icy blue eyes. He could feel his fore fathers look down at him. With pride. To see him once again to witness there son again in uniform.
Out of all the battles he partook in. Stalingrad was the worst experience he has ever encountered. The long drawn out battle in a citywide skirmish. It's nothing like the open fields of Poland, France and Mother Russia. But a citywide urban environment is another thing, clearing building after building, watching the wood work for potential ambushes.
Stepping out into the early morning air. His mind going into autopilot, taking him where he is needed. A blank firm expression was plastered across, a fast firm pace taking him closer into town. Lifting his right arm, he had too admire the wrist watch and it's convenience. No longer he have too rewind a pocket watch, for it to continue ticking. Reading nine nineteen. On his journey towards his destination through the town and just like clockwork. The morning rush came and went about There daily chores. With his destination in sight the patrons milling about with their food outside in the restaurants patio.
The very same restaurant that he had spent time with Ivory and Rowzoy during her birthday. Stepping through the door, his shiny black boots clacking into the brush, scraping off any unwanted dirt. "Ahhh, why, isn't it my little sisters enigma." The woman greeted Jurgen "what can I get you there sweetheart." She spoke out leaning onto her propped up hand. Jurgen couldn't hold back his slightly forming frown as he made his way up to her.
The woman standing before him was no higher then five eight. Her dirty blonde braided hair rested on her right shoulder a face that could've been craftily sculpted from marble. Softly rounded lips and Emerald orbs that could shine. Her figure wouldn't look out of place in France with such a modest body. "Sweetie my eyes are up here." With a wave of her hand, like dispelling a trance on the young man. "So. Are you here for something. Or are you going to just enjoying the view."
A soft chuckle escaped his throat. "Well, I cannot lie, I do enjoy the sight and feel of a woman's touch Fräulein. I especially enjoy the sight, where you're dressed too show off more flesh." A laugh came from her. "God you sound like an honest pig." After her small fit. She began too regain her poseur. "Come on, I'll seat you down." The quaint little building was bustling with patrons, walking around seating areas and the very few passing waitresses and waiters. "Here we are. I'll get someone too take care of ya hun." Before she left he held up a hand. "No." Turning she saw a look within his eyes. "I. I. need your help." Adjusting herself, she waited for a bit, seeing him struggling within his mind. "I've been. Asking around this town seeing if anyone could assist me." Slowly she sat down, all playfulness ebbing away. "You're the only one that would even dare too fly me back too mount Glen."
Raising her hand stopping him from continuing. "Firstly. I would stay away from that infestation. And secondly I do not feel like going back there since I've had that incident." Jurgen wasn't deterred on how the situation changed. "There is a very large sum of Reich marks in it for you." Shaking her head "listen honey. I only take Lien not. What ever that currency is." Her reply held the strength of an businesswoman. "I know. it's still a word that slips from my mind." Not once his stance wavered during eye contact. Showing her his full attention and respect for the deal that's about too come. "I am willingly, too part five thousand Lien for the first half of payment right now the rest is an additional five when it's done." Her visage crumbled at the price, shaking her head. "No. Make it another ten thousand and we have a deal." A smile graced her lips, preparing for the coming bargaining "Fine. What time will we part for mount Glen." Immediately she was floored at the quick response from the strange man. "Let me take care of that and I'll ask Ivory for you're number." An confused look was plastered on Jurgen's face. "Number?. You want my service number... or my division's number?" Fleur's expression even confused him further. "Are you kidding?... no, you're actually serious. Jurgen, do you know what a scroll is, or do you even have one?" A shake of his head was her response. "Look just meet me at the airfield in about three hours." With there discussion coming to a close. Jurgen left the establishment, with his objective done he returned back too his humble shop.
Soft clanking of brass and a hollow drum clashing with steel echoed in the relatively quiet workshop. The small steel ammo box that held the 7.62X25MM rounds where carefully held in the hands of its loader. With every soft click entering the empty magazine became quieter with it's fill. Jurgen became lost within this silence, a deep sullen look as his body mechanically went through the process. Now fully equipped with his combative gear and field supplies, his straps where taught along the holsters and bags. A small brownish leather field medical bag hung loosely on his back and a steel casing hanged on his back hip that held minimal equipment and tools. His PPSH 41 laid in the table with two round drum magazines at its side filled to the brim.
Within this silent shop, the soft quiet sounds, where amplified with every click or the suddenly soft knocking on wood. Shifting he laid down the drum and bullets, stopping just beside the door. "Jurgen are you in?" Came that ever cheerful voice, yet. It sounded subdued. Lifting the many locks, without any precautions the door opened, allowing an subdued Ivory in.
She looked around the still shop. That is until her gaze locked onto the equipment and weapons in full display on the bench. "So. you're really are going back there." It wasn't a question it was more of an statement, he could tell by her voice. "I'll be coming back within two days once I leave." Picking up an armoured case. Ivory's eyes widened at the bold orange letters that read, danger explosives. Pulling the round spherical explosive out from it's comforting bed. Jurgen couldn't help, but too slowly examine this device, as how different it was from British, French, Italian, and the crudely made Polish and Russian models. Opening the pouch on his left hip slipping the two inside. "Ivory." She snapped her attention to him. "I have a very good reason too go back. There are many sensitive things that I must make sure, are gone." Walking back too his bench lifting another bag underneath it. With carful hands as he methodically placed the round drums in. Strapping the bag, it hung loosely from under his right arm, another pouch was place on his front left hip where several strip clips where comfortably within reach. Finally he lifted his C96 Mauser holstering it under his left arm, next he grabbed the PPSH 41 with an improvised strap. Slinging it on, he turned around to face Ivory.
Her expression put a smile on his face. From her spot on the finely kept bed, her eyes wandering over his ensemble, with his dark grey uniform different from his standard black Then the one she was familiar with. He stood in place with a aura of a professional huntsman, as if he was waiting for her to say something. A sly smile graced her lips as well her eyes giving a sultry look. "Every day Jürgen. Your always surprising me in the most peculiar fashion." Looking to her left she spotted the steel helm. Reaching over she held the rough helm within her hands, fingers gliding across old scars. Smiling she stood up. "You know Jürgen." Her short walk to him was tantalizing as she strutted closer. "For the past two weeks since I've met you. You're a very strange individual. That I had the chance too meet." Gently placing the helm on his head. "I like how you see Faunus culture in a different light, then what others see us as." A small chuckle left his lips. Tilting his head too look into those deep blue orbs staring back at him. A bold move that had Ivory squeaked out in surprise.
he held her hand within his, as the other was wrapped around her waist. "Then it's a good thing that I am Ivory." Pulling herself away, Jurgen allowed her too slip from his grasp. Looking to to her eyes, she held a playful grin. "My, my, such a bold move Jürgen. If I knew more about you, I might've let it slide." Playfully she poked the brim of his steel helm, covering his sight. "Well then. I may have to go at it in a different way." Adjusting his helm, Ivory still held that mirthful smile, like an infection his lips shifted with her beautiful aura.
But it all died as she pulled him into a hug. "Why are you going back there for?." Was her quiet question. A silence fell between them for a small amount, gently he rested his arms around her waist. "Too be honest Ivory... I'm scared too follow this through. But there are sensitive issues that must be taken care of." Feeling her shift had him tightening his grip, stopping her from seeing the unease that took his heart. Subtly she moved a few items digging into her. "Can you promise me that you'll return." She gently asked, pulling him a bit closer. "No." Was his deathly hallow reply.
Pulling away her grip quickly held him still. "You better be lying Jürgen. Because I'm not willing to part without you satisfying my curiosity and my unanswered questions." A small chuckle escaped him. Her fiercely committed mind towards his party was flattering in a small way. "All this time, I thought you cared for me?. And yet here, with my own ears you just want-" with a harsh shove cutting him off. Yet there was no playfulness in it, Looking up into Ivory's watering eyes stabbed into his Iron heart. "You're such a Idiot. No a fucking asshole when you want too be." Another push came as he found himself up against the wall with an distraught woman in front of him with a clenched fists. "Ivory." Stopping at the sound of his soothing calm voice she waited for him. "I'm sorry Fräulein. It was meant as a jest." With a shake of her head. "No!..." the surprising amount of emotion startled him. "Jürgen just promise me that you'll be alright." Again the deep pit within his soul was there. "Okay Fräulein. But I cannot keep that promise. Though I can promise you anything if I return." Wrapping her arms under her bosom she held his gaze.
Stepping out of his corner, gently brushing past Ivory. At his desk shuffling aside several toolsets too pull out a small crafted wooden box. With a flick of the wrist opening the cover. With great care, like handling a swaddled bade. It's shine of polished steel and it's black coating of Iron, a golden oak leaf with two crossing swords stood on top with threading of black white and red.
Turning he placed his greatest prize and most mournful prize, he had from the Fatherland into her hand. "Take this with you for now." She looked at the strange cross in her hands, the feel and the moderate weight was off putting for her from such a small cross. Looking between him and the cross. Reading her body language he spoke up. "That will be my promise token when I get back. And with it you can ask me anything without strings attached." She still held where she stood on the topic, then with a tired sigh. "I'm holding your word on this Jürgen." Stopping just before heading out he shifted slightly too acknowledge her words.
The walk weighed heavily on his spirit with clouds of doubt and anxiety filled within him. But, with the force of an Ironclad will was swiftly brushed aside. There can be no doubts lingering on the forefront of this crucible movement for him too advance more.
"So. You finally made it." Fleur was standing beside one of those aircrafts, that Jürgen heard of. "Yes. I'm finally here." Looking up at the small Hammerhead, he frowned upon seeing how truly small it really is.
Seeing his mood she knocked the harden shell gaining his attention. "Hey!. She may be old but she'll hold together." With a slow deliberate rotation, taking in what was in the hanger. Stopping upon the massive craft near the back. Fleur followed where he stopped his gaze. "Ohhh no. We are not! Taking that, beast of engineering, I'm not allowed too even touch her." Ignoring what she said. He walked up towards this marvellous of engineering creation. He spotted nothing, no markings that indicated a manufacturer or any type of logo. But his heart skipped a beat when he walked towards her side. There in it's glory was an eagle painted in a dull silver poised into a strike. The same way how a Junkers eighty seven dived in most coat of arms.
Reaching out his hand, it stopped just out of his reach. Fleur watched him very closely. The way he held out his hand was a forlorn gesture. As if he could reach out to grasp, that only he could see. Before she could tell him too step away. He walked back seeing more of the heavy transport. "Who owns this skytrain.?" Confused at his wording he spoke once again. "Your hammerhead. How much weight could it carry?." Walking past her he stopped in front of her small carrier. Until he realized how small it truly was. He immediately cut her off before she had the chance. "Never mind. You're hammerhead has a small cargo hold by the looks of it." Turning to face Fleur, he was met with a furious glare. "This cargo hold is too small. I don't think-" the sound that escaped from her stopped him mid sentence.
Turning slightly in her direction, he watched as she stomped her feet, closing the gap between them. Jürgen held an amused expression, until she began poking his chest. "No! We are not. Going too be using, anything! But my hammerhead. You're paying me, too fly you in so you could grab a few "sensitive materials" are you're exact words." It was emphasized with a sharp jab.
Jürgen wasn't fazed in the slightest. With a huff, he took in a deep breath. Gone was the mask too show that this was now strictly business. "You're right on two things Fräulein. But I have yet too tell you what we are retrieving. I kept it vague out there because it was in public. Now that we are alone in a hanger, away from prying ears and nosy rats. I'll say more right now, but I'll fill you in more once we leave... towards Stalingrad." He grew distant as he awaited for her next too the entrance. "Come now. We must leave immediately while the sun is still young." Fleur's demeanour changed drastically for the worse. It was a change that didn't sit well within Jürgen.
He watched her very carefully. Waiting on what she would pull. "Who, are you Jürgen? That is if. It's your real name." She was standing next to a table. But he could see where her hand was but it was out of sight. "You're going to tell me what, your after. I'm not going too move any farther, until you tell me the fuck it is." A spike of anger flared inside his being. His finger twitched inches from his holster. She has no rights too demand anything from him.
Like lightning it happened so quickly. A loud slap echoed through the hanger, Fleur stood stock still her head slightly towards the left. All hostility was gone but a cold fear grip her. He took in a strained breath, before letting it out as a frustrating sigh. "How dare. You talk too me in such a manner maybe I should find someone elsewhere." With a huff, he took in a few steps away. "Hold it asshole." Stopping, he took in a few calming breaths, before turning too face her.
He was impressed on how she looked. A wave of killing intent was radiating off of her, her eyes held such anger, a vastly different woman from the ones he had saw or interacted with. "I, am not. Letting you go that easily. And I want fucking answers." Walking forward a few paces he stopped just out of her reach. He still despised how tall he is, having too look up at her in order too maintain eye contact. "You want answers. Get me too my destination. I do not care how long it will take us. As long as we get there." Was his low harsh reply. Brushing past her he spoke up again. "Then. and only then, I'll give you some answers."
With a frustrating sigh Fleur opened up the side entrance. Stepping through she made her way into the cockpit. Stopping just before she entered, she took note that no one was behind her. Looking back she found him sitting in one of the many seats lining along the hull. "Ohhhh no you're not. Get up." She loudly 'walked' up too him. "I said I wanted answers. So you aren't allowed in the cargo bay. You're going too be sitting right next too me, for this long ride." Towering above him like a predator. with a defeated sigh, hauling the equipment over his shoulder, following Fleur into the cockpit.
It was quite spacious for such a small vessel. He stood to the side, observing how she seated herself and fiddling with unfamiliar dials and switches. A pair of headsets where retrieved above her, gently turning around she silently motioned to the seat next too her.
A thunderous bellow escaped upon it's awakening. The slow hum of blades running up to speed, strapped down and his equipment aside. Placing his helm under the seat and the aged Russian sub machine gun, held securely on the left wall. "Tower this is Bravo Alpha Romeo 558 I wish for taxi clearance so that I can take off." When she spoke it surprised Jürgen on how fast she turned for professional sake. "Tower copies B-A-R 558 you are clear. Too head down left on Kilo, taxi down right November to H-4." Gently she pushed the craft over the designated lanes. "Why don't we just lift off now?." Jürgen asked sarcastically. "Wish I could but there's an cargo jet coming in around this time. On the hour." Taxing on the designated pad she waited for a bit. "Tower this is B-A-R 558 in position and awaiting further orders." Jürgen couldn't help himself but smile in this current situation. "Tower copies. There is currently another Hammer head landing in H-8 hold till F-X 25 lands." A harsh snort escaped Fleur as she turned towards Jürgen. "What the hell are you smiling about." A short mirthful laughter escaped him. "It's just amusing, on how fast you turned professional." Chuckling for a short time, an melancholic look came over him. "Reminds me of early soldiering day's from the SS Verfügungstruppe. I remembered at that time I never really got alongside with most of the recruits... well, it was more of both the army and some of the men in my division that I was apart of. It was always, the small things that got on our nerves." Fleur didn't say anything slowly she reached towards her right pressing a red switch. Pretending that she was looking over the controls she made a brief look too see that the recorder was working. "Sooo how long where you... part of this division?." She paused for a second before adding. "Where you the trouble maker in the group... or-" He cut her off by waving his hand. "Of corse not. I was never the type too fool around."
The crackle of static interrupted Jürgen before he could continue. "B-A-R 558 you are clear too go. Take off when ready." Flipping a few switches and dials. "Copy tower." With the thrumming of the engine he could feel it lift upwards. It was a surreal feeling that he couldn't explain. "Good luck Fleur. Happy flights." A small giggle as she pulled onto the controls. The vessel swiftly speed forwards into the long distance. "How long do we have before we hit our mark?" She glanced sideways before focusing to the horizon. "Just about two hours from here." She heard him rummaging around with something until the sound of unfolding papers rang out. Once again she checked to her passenger too see a large beaten map. She raised an eyebrow of what she could make out. "Is there a certain location that I must know?" Nodding his head. He quickly took a glance at the compass. "Yes. But I won't know for sure, until we make visual contact." Glancing down at his watch, only too scowl at the time. 18:45.
"Sooo" turning too the woman beside him, he let out a sigh. "Are we back on speaking terms now?" A brief annoyance came over her. "Yes asshole. We are." He let out a short snort. "I'm surprised that you haven't cut our deal when I slapped you in the hanger." Watching her slowly, reaching for her red cheek she let off a huff of air. "Oh, I had every rights too cut you off. But like I said. I have questions, and you have the god dam answers." She punctuated her reasons with a glare. "I've known Ivory for a long time. And not once she have grown such... such an obsession too know someone." Seeing how he shifted around and feeling the unease radiating off of him. "He is an enigma Fleur. There's something about him, different from others that I've known. And I'm going too find that out. Such a mysterious man that isn't the norm." He didn't move nor spoke yet she went on. "That's what she told me, word, for, word. And now I want too know who you really are." The silence hung in the air for a long, uncomfortable time for her. "She's still persistent as a fly over a corpse." A dry chuckle and a long sigh, he sat himself upright. "Now I've gotten myself more questioning my mysterious lifestyle and past." When they both locked eyes, Fleur felt a foreboding dread. "Now, since you went through the trouble for her or you're own curiosity's sake I shall indulge you." Facing back towards the frontier he spoke again. "Now. Which one do you want to know or start?."
A cold shiver ran up her spine. He was different now. Different from others that she couldn't explain. Wondering how and why, she was doing this? Until she remembered what Ivory have told her about this... individual an enigma that stumped and intrigued her so much that she wanted too know. She took in a deep breath then switched on the recorder. "I want too start from the beginning. I want too know about the Reich and you."
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Ahhh. forgive me comrades for such a long gap, I have been busy with work but I have prevailed through and too say I'm. not. dead. This was supposed too be longer but I'm still editing it and needs too be expanded more and refined... some chapters have been rewritten but all in all I thank you for the reviews and the recommendations. I have the story all planed out like a play I've made a story board before making this story and there's so much I could do on a fifteen minute break and a thirty minute lunch. I could never get my self too write after work fighting hard not too Fall asleep during the trip home ahhh well the price of living alone. But enough of my life we came for the story.
I will say I had such a hard time working out this in certain segments. I have too plan this out carefully and look back several times too stay on track and the time of day we are on. Ohhhhh yes I know I've made Jürgen talkative when he's around Ivory. Reason why is that he's letting his guard down for her. He was content with the populace ignoring him but her. she's persistent she latched onto him, taking out his armour as days turned into weeks. Like all great things they will fail. I will explain this in a more in-depth time later on.
The shadow of Zama
Yes. all you have said I have taken into account I do not make half ass bridges (do not take it as an insult please!.) No I've made the foundation sound and secure. I have a beginning middle and end already set out like a script. All I have too do is lay it out and refine them along the way as I go back and forth.
Ohhhh the Ideology of Nazisim that Jürgen follows will play such a political role down this road but I will explain that eventually along the story Everyone will know this down the road I have looked into the political vice that is remnant. Oh and yes he's getting a base of operations somewhere after his plight in Stalingrad.
Oh and one more thing for all of you Jürgen doesn't hate the Faunus culture just "certain attributes" that are apart of animal stereotypes. So mainly he will look like an racist and generally a asshole. And the white fang will come into play but I will leave it at that. And the date is a few months before the start of the canon well... close too a year maybe? He dose have to build up a foundation right.
Another thing he is very short five feet four inches I will change that in the future with previous chapters. Sooo he's basically an entire inch shorter than ruby. Now let that sink into you imagination. And think.
Last thing next chapter I'm going too put in the sources that I've been reading up on such as books and websites or museums that I've visited.