The Last War - A Post World War Dieselpunk Quest
- Thread starter Azel
- Start date
- Original Sci-Fi
The Battle of Remagen - Part 2
- Location
- Germany
CW: combat, murder, war crimes
"This thing is bullet-proof, right Max?" Gottlieb was shouting over both the motor and the machine gun as he returned fire at the church. "They can't really hurt us, right?" He sounded almost feverish as he asked. The shots went wide, though at least they fell short and only chipped some cobblestones instead of peppering the church walls.
"Absolutely not," you lied. "Nothing to worry about." The Spider lurched to the left as you yanked the controls mid-step to duck behind a solid looking building. Another shot rang out. The bullet just barely hit and glanced off the armor as you disappeared between the houses.
As you tore through a wooden fence and an empty chicken coop, you glanced to your right for a moment. Gottlieb was staring straight ahead at nothing at all, taking ragged but measured breaths. He didn't look like someone with shell shock in the time you knew him, but the tight innards of the walker seemed to be really getting to him. Good thing you hadn't tried to charge. At least he caught himself as you passed a second house and neared the road again.
In the end, it did not matter. When you moved out onto the other road, the battle was already over. The remaining soldiers saw you coming and decided to run for the fields. One more of them died to a rifle bullet as he ran over the street and Gottlieb claimed another who was too slow to reach the hedges. Then it was silent, save for the roaring of the fires.
While the battle had only lasted a few minutes, if the chaotic rout of the bandits could even be called that, the aftermath took most of the day. Fires had to be put out or at least contained enough that they wouldn't spread. The dead and the wounded had to be recovered. And the living had to somehow do all of that and keep going. The final tally came in at 18 dead soldiers and 14 civilians, though many suspected there were more of the latter that had been burned together with their homes. The officer leading the plunderers was gone and probably at least a dozen men with him from what you later heard from the civilians.
On your side, all lived, but the leader of the three quiet men who traveled with you had taken a bullet to the chest and was being tended to by the other two. They had brought him to the church were most of the people of Remagen had tried to hide when the looting started. It was there where your group met in the evening, both the truck and the Spider parked on the street and loaded with what you had gathered from the dead soldiers and their post at the bridge.
The inside of the church had nearly cleared out by the time you returned to it, most people still being busy digging graves for the dead or trying to sift through the destroyed and ransacked homes while there was still daylight. Likewise, Arno and the brothers were cleaning up the guns you had taken, leaving you to sort out the matter of your passengers. Their leader had been laid down on one of the church pews while the other two guarded him like hawks. The bullet had hit him straight to the sternum, but got stuck there instead of killing him. He would need surgery to survive this. Soon at that.
"Thank you for your help during the fight. I'm sorry one of you got wounded." As you spoke, the two began to look nervous for some reason. "We can take you along on the truck until we find a hospital for him. At least if you want us to."
For a while longer they looked between each other and their leader, who was still passed out from the mix of morphine and blood loss. They seemed to have a wordless argument with each other, until one turned to you and spoke. "Je ne comprends pas ce que vous dites," he said and you did not understand a single word of it.
"You are not German," you said pointlessly.
"Qu'est-ce qu'on fait maintenant? Je ne parle pas allemand non plus," the other spoke in agitated… probably French from what you guessed. It suddenly made a lot of sense why none of them had talked to you unless they absolutely had to.
While you were still puzzling over what to do, someone unexpected came over to you. It was the same man you had met on the railroad tracks, still wearing his ratty jacket that had no acquired some fresh tears and soot. "Can I maybe help you?" He nervously eyed the three men, who were still wearing German infantry uniforms. "I speak some French."
"Certainly. Could you figure out who they are and what they are doing here?" He looked even more alarmed at the question, but you didn't care. You needed to know what was going on.
They spoke for a while, and it was hard to tell who was the most suspicious of whom. Halfway through their talk, the civilian went white as a sheet and began to stammer half the time he tried to get a word out, though he calmed down somewhat after some very angry French and gestures towards the wounded man.
"They are French soldiers," he finally told you in the same tone you would use to announce having found a cannibal in your midst. "But they are deserters too."
"Does being a deserter of the French army make it better or worse?" You only got a blank look in response and quickly went on before he noticed that you were mocking him. "What are they doing here though? And why did they decide to fight?"
"Well, I'm not entirely sure. They say they are here from the second municipality of Paris, though I'm not entirely sure why that is important. The wounded man used to be a diplomat and was sent here to negotiate with some people in Dortmund about aiding each other."
"That's rather vague."
He merely shrugged. "They were only here to guard the other man, so they don't know more either. They were also rather adamant that it was very heroic of him to agree to aid us, but also stupid since he now might die and leave them stranded."
"You can reassure them then. I was just offering to take them to a hospital."
"Does any of your people speak French?"
You did not have to think long about that. Heinrich and Gottlieb definitely did not, and Arno hardly seemed like someone with a higher education either. "I don't think so."
"Then it might be better if we take them along. I was talking with some of the others and while a few of us have family nearby that can take us in, there are too many to find shelter in Sinzig or the surrounding villages. We were thinking about moving to Bonn or Köln. The archbishop has called upon the city to greet refugees with open arms."
"You are abandoning the village?" You couldn't quite keep the accusation out of your voice, no matter how hard you tried. You had just fought for this place. It didn't matter that fleeing was sensible, what with so much of it burned and there being no one who could defend them if the bandits returned. Or some new batch of looters came along.
"We appreciate what you have done for us and yet there was barely a good reason to stay here before all of this. Now…" His words trailed off and he began furtively glancing around, eager to not meet your eye. "I hate to ask even more of you, but would you spare us some of the rifles you captured? The roads are hardly safe these days and though it is not far to Bonn, many would feel safer if we had some means to defend ourselves."
You only gave an non-comittal hum in return and looked at the wounded Frenchman again. He seemed stable enough to make that journey being hauled on some cart. You could just ask for the money promised and be on your way to Siegen as planned. There was no reason to accompany them further. But there was also no reason not to, except your own desire to hurry.
What do you answer?
[] [Weapons] Keep all the rifles and ammo for yourself. Even if they don't come in handy, you can likely still sell them to the right people.
[] [Weapons] Give half of the weapons to the civilians to defend themselves.
[] [Weapons] Leave all the weapons for the people of Remagen. You don't have much use for that many rifles anyway.
What will you destination be?
[] [Destination] Stick to the plan and cross the Rhein. Travel towards Siegen and see if you can find diesel and spare parts there.
[] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
[] [Destination] Cross the river, but travel to Cöln to bring the Frenchman to the military hospital there.
AN: This was pretty much the boring option that ended the fight then and there, though that also kept the former diplomat from bleeding out. Mind that if you go to Bonn or Köln you will spend too much fuel to go for Siegen without finding some more diesel first. Or you could change plans and travel on towards the Ruhr instead, but that's something to decide once you reached your next destination.
The Battle of Remagen - Part 2
24.5.1919"This thing is bullet-proof, right Max?" Gottlieb was shouting over both the motor and the machine gun as he returned fire at the church. "They can't really hurt us, right?" He sounded almost feverish as he asked. The shots went wide, though at least they fell short and only chipped some cobblestones instead of peppering the church walls.
"Absolutely not," you lied. "Nothing to worry about." The Spider lurched to the left as you yanked the controls mid-step to duck behind a solid looking building. Another shot rang out. The bullet just barely hit and glanced off the armor as you disappeared between the houses.
As you tore through a wooden fence and an empty chicken coop, you glanced to your right for a moment. Gottlieb was staring straight ahead at nothing at all, taking ragged but measured breaths. He didn't look like someone with shell shock in the time you knew him, but the tight innards of the walker seemed to be really getting to him. Good thing you hadn't tried to charge. At least he caught himself as you passed a second house and neared the road again.
In the end, it did not matter. When you moved out onto the other road, the battle was already over. The remaining soldiers saw you coming and decided to run for the fields. One more of them died to a rifle bullet as he ran over the street and Gottlieb claimed another who was too slow to reach the hedges. Then it was silent, save for the roaring of the fires.
While the battle had only lasted a few minutes, if the chaotic rout of the bandits could even be called that, the aftermath took most of the day. Fires had to be put out or at least contained enough that they wouldn't spread. The dead and the wounded had to be recovered. And the living had to somehow do all of that and keep going. The final tally came in at 18 dead soldiers and 14 civilians, though many suspected there were more of the latter that had been burned together with their homes. The officer leading the plunderers was gone and probably at least a dozen men with him from what you later heard from the civilians.
On your side, all lived, but the leader of the three quiet men who traveled with you had taken a bullet to the chest and was being tended to by the other two. They had brought him to the church were most of the people of Remagen had tried to hide when the looting started. It was there where your group met in the evening, both the truck and the Spider parked on the street and loaded with what you had gathered from the dead soldiers and their post at the bridge.
Gained:
24 G98 rifles
310 rounds of rifle ammo
8 Luger P08 pistols
230 rounds of pistol ammo
4 stick grenades
1 canister of diesel
Expended:
280 rounds of machine gun ammo
5 litres of flame oil
24 G98 rifles
310 rounds of rifle ammo
8 Luger P08 pistols
230 rounds of pistol ammo
4 stick grenades
1 canister of diesel
Expended:
280 rounds of machine gun ammo
5 litres of flame oil
The inside of the church had nearly cleared out by the time you returned to it, most people still being busy digging graves for the dead or trying to sift through the destroyed and ransacked homes while there was still daylight. Likewise, Arno and the brothers were cleaning up the guns you had taken, leaving you to sort out the matter of your passengers. Their leader had been laid down on one of the church pews while the other two guarded him like hawks. The bullet had hit him straight to the sternum, but got stuck there instead of killing him. He would need surgery to survive this. Soon at that.
"Thank you for your help during the fight. I'm sorry one of you got wounded." As you spoke, the two began to look nervous for some reason. "We can take you along on the truck until we find a hospital for him. At least if you want us to."
For a while longer they looked between each other and their leader, who was still passed out from the mix of morphine and blood loss. They seemed to have a wordless argument with each other, until one turned to you and spoke. "Je ne comprends pas ce que vous dites," he said and you did not understand a single word of it.
"You are not German," you said pointlessly.
"Qu'est-ce qu'on fait maintenant? Je ne parle pas allemand non plus," the other spoke in agitated… probably French from what you guessed. It suddenly made a lot of sense why none of them had talked to you unless they absolutely had to.
While you were still puzzling over what to do, someone unexpected came over to you. It was the same man you had met on the railroad tracks, still wearing his ratty jacket that had no acquired some fresh tears and soot. "Can I maybe help you?" He nervously eyed the three men, who were still wearing German infantry uniforms. "I speak some French."
"Certainly. Could you figure out who they are and what they are doing here?" He looked even more alarmed at the question, but you didn't care. You needed to know what was going on.
They spoke for a while, and it was hard to tell who was the most suspicious of whom. Halfway through their talk, the civilian went white as a sheet and began to stammer half the time he tried to get a word out, though he calmed down somewhat after some very angry French and gestures towards the wounded man.
"They are French soldiers," he finally told you in the same tone you would use to announce having found a cannibal in your midst. "But they are deserters too."
"Does being a deserter of the French army make it better or worse?" You only got a blank look in response and quickly went on before he noticed that you were mocking him. "What are they doing here though? And why did they decide to fight?"
"Well, I'm not entirely sure. They say they are here from the second municipality of Paris, though I'm not entirely sure why that is important. The wounded man used to be a diplomat and was sent here to negotiate with some people in Dortmund about aiding each other."
"That's rather vague."
He merely shrugged. "They were only here to guard the other man, so they don't know more either. They were also rather adamant that it was very heroic of him to agree to aid us, but also stupid since he now might die and leave them stranded."
"You can reassure them then. I was just offering to take them to a hospital."
"Does any of your people speak French?"
You did not have to think long about that. Heinrich and Gottlieb definitely did not, and Arno hardly seemed like someone with a higher education either. "I don't think so."
"Then it might be better if we take them along. I was talking with some of the others and while a few of us have family nearby that can take us in, there are too many to find shelter in Sinzig or the surrounding villages. We were thinking about moving to Bonn or Köln. The archbishop has called upon the city to greet refugees with open arms."
"You are abandoning the village?" You couldn't quite keep the accusation out of your voice, no matter how hard you tried. You had just fought for this place. It didn't matter that fleeing was sensible, what with so much of it burned and there being no one who could defend them if the bandits returned. Or some new batch of looters came along.
"We appreciate what you have done for us and yet there was barely a good reason to stay here before all of this. Now…" His words trailed off and he began furtively glancing around, eager to not meet your eye. "I hate to ask even more of you, but would you spare us some of the rifles you captured? The roads are hardly safe these days and though it is not far to Bonn, many would feel safer if we had some means to defend ourselves."
You only gave an non-comittal hum in return and looked at the wounded Frenchman again. He seemed stable enough to make that journey being hauled on some cart. You could just ask for the money promised and be on your way to Siegen as planned. There was no reason to accompany them further. But there was also no reason not to, except your own desire to hurry.
What do you answer?
[] [Weapons] Give half of the weapons to the civilians to defend themselves.
What will you destination be?
[] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
AN: This was pretty much the boring option that ended the fight then and there, though that also kept the former diplomat from bleeding out. Mind that if you go to Bonn or Köln you will spend too much fuel to go for Siegen without finding some more diesel first. Or you could change plans and travel on towards the Ruhr instead, but that's something to decide once you reached your next destination.
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DkArthas
CAPITAL IS TO BLAME
- Location
- Earth
- Pronouns
- They
[X] [Weapons] Give half of the weapons to the civilians to defend themselves.
Yeah, they gonna need them looking at the state of the country.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
Not sure what to do here. I am open to arguments.
Yeah, they gonna need them looking at the state of the country.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
Not sure what to do here. I am open to arguments.
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- Location
- Germany
About 300-400 that want to flee to Bonn.
The rest would be fine with the detour, as the Frenchman fought with them and thus gets counted as a wounded comrade.
ThatGuyWithIdeas
Treize died for our sins
- Location
- Romania
[X] [Weapons] Give half of the weapons to the civilians to defend themselves.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
- Location
- United States
[X] [Weapons] Give half of the weapons to the civilians to defend themselves.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
- Location
- New England, State of Confusion
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] [Weapons] Give half of the weapons to the civilians to defend themselves.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
Very happy i was shown this quesy courtesy of Vocalend, and looking forward to what comes next. Hope the Diplomat lives.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
Very happy i was shown this quesy courtesy of Vocalend, and looking forward to what comes next. Hope the Diplomat lives.
[X] [Weapons] Give half of the weapons to the civilians to defend themselves.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
We do not actually need money with any urgency, but what we do need, what everyone in this situation needs is armed allies, while one can make the case that former civilians with guns are not the best at that they are better than the flat out nothing we had before. One thing we should be careful of is not letting ourselves just drift along. I have seen that be an issue in quests before so I propose we decide on some mid term goals. What do we want to do?
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
We do not actually need money with any urgency, but what we do need, what everyone in this situation needs is armed allies, while one can make the case that former civilians with guns are not the best at that they are better than the flat out nothing we had before. One thing we should be careful of is not letting ourselves just drift along. I have seen that be an issue in quests before so I propose we decide on some mid term goals. What do we want to do?
- Stay in some kind of military and enforcement role for the government
- Leverage the fact that we saved a French diplomat somehow
Try to make a quiet retirement.Well OK not that one, we are SV after all
- Location
- Germany
Mind that this begs the question which government you would want to join with.
The current situation is... shall we say... messy.
That is of course a fair point, but give that we are a grunt with one walker I do not think we will have that many options. One the one hand people are going to try to draft us and on the other because we have this giant vehicle with us... well let's just say it will be hard for Max to melt into the crowd.
Incidentally is the name Max in any way a reference to Mad Max? As far as he knows this is after all the post-apocalypse.
That's... a lot more than expected. By an order of magnitude. Thank goodness we went for the town then.
[X] [Weapons] Leave all the weapons for the people of Remagen. You don't have much use for that many rifles anyway.
-[X] Keep the stick grenades though. Civilians shouldn't have need for throwables.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
We honestly don't need the weapons. The diesel and grenades, sure. But while having 12 rifles and 4 pistols seems good for an emergency scenario, the scenarios that starts with needing those weapons tend to be the scenarios where things escalate far too much, taken to considerations we also have a walker in the first place.
- Location
- Germany
Eh. As illustrated by the complete breakdown of military command everywhere you go, the ability of most factions to project control is severely limited.
As for the name, I can for once say that it was not a subtle allusion or pun. Maximillian just gives some good options to shorten it to Max (a nickname he is fine with), to Maxi (which he hates) and of course to use it in full.
There's a lot of subtle characterization that can be done with this, like how Arno calls the city "Brassel".
We do kind of need money... or well I guess barter what with the whole 'break down of society' situation. I think it is fair to keep half.
- Location
- Philippines
[X] [Weapons] Give half of the weapons to the civilians to defend themselves.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
[X] [Weapons] Give half of the weapons to the civilians to defend themselves.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
Rolen von Keng
Sleeping Green Bear
- Location
- The Wilderness
[X] [Weapons] Give half of the weapons to the civilians to defend themselves.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
- Location
- Manila, Philippines
[X] [Weapons] Give half of the weapons to the civilians to defend themselves.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
[X] [Weapons] Give half of the weapons to the civilians to defend themselves.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
[X] [Destination] Accompany the civilians to Bonn. They will be well protected and you can help looking for a hospital there.
Bonn - Part 1
- Location
- Germany
Bonn - Part 1
25.5.1919It was a warm and sunny day, fit more for summer than spring, and you hated every second of it. Accompanying the people of Remagen to Bonn was the right thing to do and you did not regret making the choice to do so, but it meant being stuck in the Spider for the entire day. It was already stuffy and uncomfortably warm in the thing when it was cool outside. Now though, with the sun beating down on it from the cloudless sky? You were more sweat than man.
You were not quite sure if being alone in the thing was a good or a bad thing. Adding a second person to would have made it even worse, though it would also have meant someone to commiserate with. You had not even asked Gottlieb to accompany you though. He was still rattled from the fight, doubly so after he saw the rends in the armor left by the bullets. If there had been another battle looming, he would probably have agreed to be your gunner again, but you would have rather not forced him into the Spider without a good reason.
So, for most of the day, you were left to stew on your own in every sense of the word. And to fight to stay awake. While you were on the road, you chalked up your inability to sleep properly to the lack of anything resembling a bed. In Remagen though, the grateful villagers had quickly found some spare beds to offer to their saviours. You hadn't slept properly there either. You had probably spent more hours laying awake while trying to fall sleep, tossing and turning all the while, then you had actually slept in the end. If Arno hadn't somehow scrounged up something that passed for coffee, you might have fallen asleep at the controls.
At least nobody had expected you to organize and lead anything while you were dead on your feet. Here too Arno had taken up the slack and coordinated everything with the new, unofficial mayor of Remagen. You still disliked the man, whom you had learned was called Peter van der Vaal, a feeling that was most likely mutual. But the villagers trusted him for some reason and so he had put on a slightly less ragged jacket and a scruffy top-hat and started giving orders.
By late morning, you had moved out. Van der Vaal was riding with Arno in the truck at the head of the refugee trek, the wounded Frenchman and a few wounded or lame villages on the back. Then came the bulk of the villagers, dragging whatever they could in hand carts. They were flanked by the newly proclaimed militia, made up of whoever had a rough idea how to operate a rifle, and led by Heinrich and Gottlieb. You were in the rear, the Spider slowly walking as the end of the column.
Lost:
12 G98 rifles
155 rounds of rifle ammo
4 Luger P08 pistols
115 rounds of pistol ammo
12 G98 rifles
155 rounds of rifle ammo
4 Luger P08 pistols
115 rounds of pistol ammo
Part of you was worried about the looters returning or some other group of bandits deciding the truck followed by some civilians was easy pickings, but as you passed through the first villages, you were glad that you hadn't pressed to lead with the Spider. People were afraid at your approach. Whenever you approached a settlement, you could see people clearing the street when they saw your trek coming. By the time they spotted the armed militia, most hid in their homes. When they saw the Spider, they even closed the windows.
You still remembered how people cheered when the war begun. Everyone thought the soldiers would be home by Christmas and their departure felt more like a victory celebration than anything else. Even towards the end, there was trust and respect. Nobody was giving you flowers when you had departed to the west, but at least there were a few people giving properly nationalistic speeches as families waved off their spouses, sons and fathers, knowing full well by now that they might never return at all. Back then, you already doubted that they would greet you as heroes when, if, you returned home like the speeches said. Now you felt like an invader in your own country.
By afternoon, you reached the town of Godesberg and for the first time you trek came to a halt. From afar you could see a checkpoint on the road that had stopped the truck. There were about a dozen soldiers and a heavy machine gun, making you sweat for an entirely different reason than the heat.
The people manning the machine gun had slunk down behind the sandbags. You glanced around, careful not to move the Spider even a centimetre. Open field to your left. Bushes and a railway embankment to your right. Nothing moved except for the militia shuffling nervously in place. The soldiers kept talking with Arno. Two of them circled the truck and began talking with the people sitting on it. Your heart seemed determined to beat louder than even the diesel engine. There was some shuffling among the soldiers. Someone just waved the truck through.
You had probably aged a year in the brief minutes the whole exchange had taken and another while you waited for the refugee trek to slowly start moving again. By the time you finally passed the checkpoint, the soldiers looked mostly bored by the whole affair and spared the Spider not a second glance. Two more times you would have to stop, once between Godesberg and the village of Friesdorf, and then a final time before entering Bonn proper. Now though, you had some time to observe your surroundings while Arno sorted out whatever the soldiers wanted from him.
Godesberg was a pretty town, or at least it used to be. The outskirts were not farmsteads, but the fancy homes and villas of the well-off, while the centre of town was full of hotels, restaurants and other venues catering to visitors. Many of the villas were overgrown, their lavish gardens abandoned to nature and neglect. The restaurants were closed and the fine hotels had farmers, factory workers and other refugees and poor folk looking from the windows.
Here you were not feared. The Spider was more a curiosity than a threat. Now and then a patrol of soldiers passed by. Some of them even parading around in heavy armor and with light machine guns. There were no signs of battle to be seen and yet it felt as if the whole town was just waiting for one to begin. Maybe there were communists here too and they just had not resorted to violence yet? If so, they kept themselves well hidden instead of agitating to the masses in plain sight. The only people speaking publicly here were some priests that had drawn small crowds as they held public sermons.
But as you went on through Godesberg and the fields separating the town from the city of Bonn, you were left to wonder who was even in charge of this place. Were these soldiers part of Ludendorff's Freikorps? Or was there a new Kaiser? The old newspaper was sparse on the details and the brief chats you had with the people of Remagen were not much more enlightening either.
When you entered Bonn, it at first seemed the same as Godesberg with derelict but once stately houses near the roads. But as you travelled further, it soon began to look much more like a regular city. You passed factories and tenements, and while there were even more soldiers patrolling here, there were also many more regular people around. The shops around you were bakers and tailors, even the odd butcher that was still in business.
It was early evening when you finally reached your destination. On the grounds of a military barracks, a refugee camp had been erected. The whole grounds were filled with tents, some of them sturdy sailcloth from the army, others just improvised from whatever was handy. A mix of soldiers and nuns was waiting at the gates and took care of the civilians while Arno drove the truck to a tent with a red cross on it.
It all took a while though and spending the day in the Spider had been draining. You were half asleep already by the time Heinrich and Gottlieb were showing you the way to a garage that had been set aside for your group. All you could do after turning it off was to ask for the way to a cot and let exhaustion led you to a dreamless sleep.
What do you do next? (Pick 3)
[] Learn more about the people in charge here and what arrangement Arno negotiated with them.
[] Speak with the other refugees in the camp to learn more about the situation in Bonn and the region.
[] The medical staff of the camp can only render first aid. Try to find a proper surgeon at the university to help the wounded Frenchman.
[] Gottlieb and Heinrich want to explore the seedier parts of the city. Join them and try to unwind a bit.
[] Arno apparently has a lead to someone who might buy some of the weapons you plundered. Join him and see if you can turn them into money or buy some other gear.
[] Speak with the leader of the Remagen refugees and help him sort out the future of his people.
[] Explore the city on your own and try to find fuel and spare parts for the Spider and the truck.
AN: It was a busy week and this chapter fought me quite a bit, though we will have some more time here in Bonn, so there will be a bit of a respite from location introduction glut.
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