Against the Tide - Germany 1932.
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KarvokaQueen
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Anti-Semitism has a very, very long history in Europe. Especially Catholic/Orthodox Europe.
Jews are blamed for everything from the murder of Jesus, to manipulating the economy, to witchcraft. Historically, being a Jew has not been a fun thing.
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Unfortunately, antisemitism was extremely common throughout most of modern European history. Jews were blamed by the Catholic Church for killing Jesus, and were used as a scapegoat whenever anything went wrong. In Germany in particular, IIRC, antisemitism had historically been low, but the failed Spartacist uprising that took place about 15 years before the quest started was portrayed as a Jewish movement by its detractors, and it caused public opinion to become much less tolerant.
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It is a hard question to answer, but i will try.
It goes back to medieval times through europe over and over. There have been times of up and down, including going so far as Jews being forced to live in their own quarters (Ghettos), having to be marked and recognisable by specific clothing and forced into unpopular jobs as moneylenders or similar.
There is not a singular answer as to why, but opinions are two-folded: First off that a people without a central government/country to protect them was an easy pariah.
Second that many jews had a long history of being successful merchants (mostly due to the fact that there were communities of their faith everywhere across europe and the balkans where they could travel with safety, knowledge of the current ongoings and support each other in their doings) and, due to that, oftentimes gained a lot of money which other people coveted.
In germany after the Great War, this antisemitism eclipsed particulary bad.
this is not exactly true
it's more, when the authority of the church is strong no Christian wants to open themselves to accusations of Usury(at strictest, any lending with interest), so no Christian will be a moneylender, at the same time no Muslim has ever been allowed in Christian territory at all and Jews lived basically everywhere so they wound up being moneylenders less because "I dun wanna make money off not doing anything" and more because "No one wants to get excommunicated for Usury, I'll go ask the Jews, they don't have that problem." and Jews, for various reasons(they didn't own land) where pretty much always tradesmen and merchants and thus generally moderately wealthy.
Due to the unpopularity of Jews and the perception of Usury as a Sin this just kind of fed into a kind of "Everything wrong with the world is the Jews fault" which was not helped by the whole "Jews are Usurius Moneylenders" nor by how frequently Kings cancelled their debts by kicking all the Jews out and crashing the local markets due to no free capital.
Never mind that much of the New Testament is "Jews are bad and do bad things" especially when the local priest might very well b e in the pocket of the local king who wants to get rid of the Jews to cancel his debt.
Anti-Semetism in Europe made a shitton of sense in context for most of its history. Admittedly, one would hope that the "Enlightenment" would stop that...
It really didn't.
Didn't Berlin have a thriving gay sub-culture as well?
JuliusClonkus
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Well, Hugo could technically ask Röhm, but I seriously doubt the two of them are on speaking terms thanks to the latest unfortunate incident.
That's... simplistic.
Before the rise of Islam, the Jews had a tumultuous history in the Middle East. After Bar Kokhba, Jews were forbidden from living in Jerusalem by the pagan Romans. This policy was basically continued under the Byzantines. The Jews allied with the Sassanids of Persia, who did conquer Jerusalem and permit their return to the city. Then the Jews massacred a bunch of Christians, Persia suppressed them, and the Byzantines struck back and reconquered the region.
Enter Islam.
They conquer most of the Middle East, and (as far as I'm aware) alleviate some of the Persian and Byzantine suppression, which made them pretty popular for a while. However, this had a hidden cost: Jews were considered as allies of the Muslims, and were blamed for Muslim offenses and atrocities. When the Fatimid caliph burnt the Holy Sepulchre them in the city, Europe blamed the Jerusalem Jews for instigating it, and there were riots and attacks on Jews in multiple cities in Europe. (This was pretty unfair: the same caliph had ordered local Jews to wear a golden calf necklace to identify them as Jews, just as he ordered Christians in the city to wear iron crosses).
That's not even to mention the policy of the Seljuk Turks, who basically introduced fanaticism into Islamic policy and whose brutal treatment of Christian pilgrims was responsible for inspiring the backlash we call the Crusades.
Still, the principle holds: Muslims and Jews were often lumped in the same 'foreign enemy' basket. That's why Spain ordered the removal of Jews from Spain as it was completing the Reconquista against Spanish Muslim territory. It (unjustly) feared a future 'fifth column' that might open the door to a restoration of the Andalusian state.
I also want to respond to this. It was not the Catholic Church that endorsed anti-Semitism. Prejudice and discrimination against the Jews was commonplace despite official Catholic doctrine. (As mentioned above, anti-Semitism was far more connected with political and economic motives than religious ones, though a big factor was simply cultural inertia due to uneducated peasantry).
The official Catholic policy was outlined in the papal bull Sicut Judaeis ("A Constitution for the Jews"), which was reissued and confirmed by multiple popes in later centuries. Per Wikipedia, here's the key text:
This is not an anti-Semitic doctrine. In many cases, the local Catholic priests provided refuge and sanctuary for Jews fleeing persecution. This was especially the case after the Protestant Reformation, which correlates to a large upswing in anti-Semitic attitudes and attacks.
...I'm not sure where you're getting this. Anti-Semitism was historically a major factor in German history, also as much as in Spanish and Middle Eastern history, and it was by no means a recent phenomenon. Richard Wagner was a raging anti-Semite, and the wave of German nationalism that he lead corresponded with public anti-Semitism becoming significantly more overt. There's a reason Hitler loved Wagner's operas so much....
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Sorry, I was being way too vague there. I was referring mostly to how the Empire of Germany professed equal rights for Jews from its founding in 1871, and the subsequent integration of Jews into German culture, to the point where they volunteered more than any other religious or ethnic group, per capita, in the first World War. I know bigotry was still far too common, but I was meaning that it was much less extreme than the pogroms were taking place in Eastern Europe at the time. Of course, I don't really have extensive knowledge of this time, and it's entirely possible I'm still completely misinformed, so take my opinions with a grain of salt.
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It was legal. But only because Hitler was the law.
To be fair, that's because in several parts of Protestant Europe they wiped out their local Jewish populations, and only let new ones settle 500-900 years later. (England was particularly nasty in this regard.)
In contrast, Poland-Lithuania was relatively speaking extremely tolerant of Jews, meaning it drew immigrants from across Europe for centuries, meaning that around 40% of the world's Jews ended up living in Poland-Lithuania... Fast forward to post-partition Poland-Lithuania, where Poles were growing increasingly desperate under Russia, Germany and Austria and the partitioning powers were dealing with suddenly having much more in the ways of Jews, and anti-semitism shot up across all the Christian populations in the region. Guess what the majority religions in former Poland-Lithuania were?
Tolerance goes fast when the empire is crumbling (any empire).
But gosh help you ever mention that and you are a left wing politician.
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Considering the Reformation started in 1517, I'm impressed that Protestants managed to go back in time 400 years to kill the Jews. Even the Nazis weren't that resourceful.
Well yes, one Catholic country was "tolerant" of the Jews because the rulers decided that they were useful. It's not like the common man were any less anti-semitic than in neighboring regions and other Catholic countries weren't like Poland. Just look at Spain or the various states along the Rhine where some of the worst pogroms took place.
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Basically despite religiois laws and civic laws jews are blamed for everything and not liked by anyone. Any and all papers protecting them were basucally a piece of paper against a canon ball of hate.
Sorry for the simplification but im on a phone and im no super history expert.
Sorry for the simplification but im on a phone and im no super history expert.
Funnily enough Protestant Europe didn't pop into existence the moment Luther nailed his theses on the church door. It previously existed as parts of Catholic Europe, and those parts of Catholic Europe had extremely nasty pogroms.
So when Protestantism came to England, for example, there just weren't enough Jews allowed to live in the country for the Protestant English to have pogroms - they lacked the "excellent" opportunities that (for example) the Spanish had to be ass hats to Jews in the 1600s.
My point is that it is misleading to say "Protestantism was more tolerant than Catholicism and Orthodoxy" - where Protestants had the "opportunity" to be ass hats, they generally went at it with as much gusto as any other group of people.
Like I said "relatively" tolerant.
And almost _every_ Catholic ruler found Jews useful. Indeed, this was often especially true of those rulers who encouraged persecution of Jewish groups.
The same was true when some of the Catholic rulers became Protestant rulers.
I think the religious labels claimed by those who persecuted the Jews (and tolerated the Jews) was less important than the economic and social factors of the various European regions.
For example in P-L, inter-religious tensions were reduced due to most of the Jewish population living in agricultural shtetls rather than urban Jewish quarters (which tended to be the only option for Jews elsewhere in Europe). On the other hand, inter-religious tensions were increased because the Polish kings tended to recruit Jews to be their tax collectors (since Jews were relative outsiders and could thus be counted on to be more likely to take the king's side). Both shtetl settlement and Jews often being tax collectors came about due to the kings finding those arrangements convenient. Both of them didn't really have anything to do with religion. And both historical accidents would in their own way shape the violent Antisemitism that rose across Eastern Europe in the early years of the 20th Century.
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Death in Munich
KarvokaQueen
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[X] Medical supplies. Your reserves are running out, and you've already substituted linens for proper bandages, soon you'll be cracking opens casks of liquor to use as disinfectant. If Rupprecht can help…
(Roll = 68. Rupprecht delivers, somewhat. Casks of grain alcohol are brought up, and the linen closet is completely emptied.)
[X] Push Rupprecht to make a speech. He is apparently planning on returning to the war room once he's checked in on the surgery, but why not see if he can rile up the crowd? The are thousands of people filling the square, terrified, leaderless. This could be his chance!
(Roll = 91. Rupprecht Fires up the crowd.)
[X] Rally the troops. WHile he could give a general speech to the crowd, raising the morale of the men stationed here might help. While Franz has given assurances that the troops he is leading in an offensive to secure the city centre are fine, the men here must contend with the moans of the dying and the wailing of their families. A boost could do wonders!
(Roll = 75. A small speech, promise of a pension for the wounded, and good bedside manner goes quite a way to helping the wounded, and those still fit to fight.)
It was dark. Abraham hadn't seen the men coming, when they'd nabbed him at the start of all this. He couldn't tell if it was dark because the sun hadn't come up, because there were no lights in the room, or he'd simply gone blind around the third beating. He could taste the blood from where his lip had exploded. Tasted like copper and pain. He could hear them again, they were coming. They were laughing, thinking he couldn't hear. Or maybe they knew, and simply didn't care.
"Ready to talk, juden?" The first man asked. He couldn't see, but Abraham remembered that voice, the big stupid lunk of a man leaned in nice and close. His breath smelt like cheap alcohol and cigarettes, burning his nostrils with every toxic exhalement. "What? Not feeling up to it, Jew?" Abraham nearly doubled over in pain, as the man's giant fist landed in his stomach. He felt a familiar sensation, like he wanted to vomit. They'd been doing this for hours though, he didn't have anything left, he was simply left a coughing, spluttering mess.
Suddenly, the room went quiet. He could hear the sound of a gun cocking. "Maybe this will make you talk, eh?" The gun was pressed up to the side of Abraham's head, and he began to silently pray to Yaweh for strength to survive this time of trial, and suddenly the man cracked him across the head with the butt of his handgun. "Your treachery isn't going to save you, jew! Tell me what I want, though, and I promise I'll make it quick." The pistol was shoved under his broken, bloodied jaw, and with all the strength he could muster, Abraham looked up at where he could hear the man, a hacking cough filling his lungs with blood, body revolting in a massive wave of pain, to protest his attempt to open his swollen, bloodied eyes. He could see the blurry shape of his brownshirt tormenter, and as he thought of a plan, he cracked a bloody, broken-toothed grin. It hurt just to smile now, and in his final moments, he thought of home. His mother, his father, his sisters…..he hoped they'd forgive him. He hoped Yaweh would forgive him.
"Come…..come in close...h-hard to….to talk….." Every word was pain, and his mind screamed protest against what he was about to do. That it was madness! Foolishness! That'd he'd suffer no matter what he did! But Abraham had faith, he always had. He could see the blurry form of the Brownshirt come in nice and close, and Abraham leaned in a bit further as well, gun still pressed to his chin. Summoning all his strength, in hopes of a quick death, he spat blood all over the man's face.
The screams of the storm trooper were music to his ears, and were almost as good as the bullets that were fired into his chest. The impact knocked the chair backwards, and as he lay bleeding out on the floor, consciousness fading into nothing, he was satisfied he'd done well.
Not far away, outside the office building overlooking the Munich barracks, where the SA had captured Leutnant Abraham Feig, the SA were preparing another push to take the barracks. The last attempt had failed, the burned out husks of their two armored cars proof of that. They'd been nailed by AT-Rifles. Fires gutting them, the men inside cooked alive. The road was littered with proof that even outnumbered horribly, the local Reichswehr division was holding on tenaciously.
SA-Sturmbannführer Oskar Weisz reloaded his C96, cursing as a huge chunk of wall exploded next to him. He had half a mind to try and return fire, until the private who tried, who raised his MP18 to the window and poked his head up, exploded with a horrifying squelch, headless corpse slumping against the wall, slowly sliding down, leaving a huge bloody smear down the lower wall.
They needed to get rid of that damned AT-rifle! Before they were all fucked!
"You two! Get that damned gun up here, faster! Otherwise we'll never get into the barracks! Move!" Oskar yelled downstairs, hoping to god they hadn't been killed. He'd been pinned down. The top-floor room they were in was littered with the broken bodies of fools who'd tried to escape. He winced as he heard the loud, unmistakeable crack of the Anti-Tank rifle, and another man died, falling from above with a sickening crunch. He'd been trying to use the upper window as a way to get the drop on the sniper.
It hadn't worked.
"God damn it, people! Get that gun up here now!" He hurled himself down to the ground as the window exploded into a thousand sharp wooden shards. They rained down on his smeared, bloodied uniform as he cowered under the shattered window, pushing the headless corpse next to him aside, cursing all the while. He aimed his Mauser over the lip and began to fire until it clicked empty. He wasn't aiming, and he doubted he'd hit the sandbagged bastard who was slaughtering his friends, but hopefully it bought the machine gunners some time.
Hopefully it was enough.
"Q-quick….you heard the leader….we need to get up the stairs!" One of the exhausted reinforcements, who'd been brought to try and finally break the two day long siege of the barracks, huffed out as they carried the monstrously heavy machine gun up the stairs, it's bulky, weighty undercarriage banging on every step as they carried it.
Across the road, one of the Reichswehr Machine gunners saw them clambering desperately up the steps of the ruined, bombed out cafe. Barking orders, the loyalist machine gunner team hefted their own monstrously heavy machine gun, ripped from the blasted hull of the regiment's armored car, and aimed. To the trained men, it only took a moment to range the huffing, puffing fascists. "Fire!" Barked their acting sergeant. The corpse of the previous one still slumped against his post mere feet away, as the gun crew obliged him, and the 13.2 mm round let it's presence be known to the struggling 'storm troopers'.
The flimsy wooden walls did nothing to protect them, huge holes punched through as the heavy munitions, designed to be mounted on a tank or plane, so easily ripped through flesh and bone. The gun crew screamed in agony as they were pulped by the bullets, ripped uniforms going from brown to red as they fell backwards, the gun rendered useless from huge holes punched in it.
Oskar swore as he heard the bullets shatter the wooden board downstairs, the deaths of the last of his squad leaving him with a stark choice. They'd actually pushed the Reichswehr back a bit, to claim this damned cafe. But now…..the Reichswehr would push back soon. He'd heard what happened to captured SA fighters….
He didn't even really have enough ammo to keep fighting. Chuckling to himself, he slowly crawled over to the corpse of one of his friends, Juncker, a nice enough lad, who'd loyally answered the call when their Oberführer had put out the call to rise against the communist-controlled Bavarian government. Taking the last stripper clip Juncker had on him, he loaded his mauser one last time.
Pressing the gun to his temple, he looked at the broken roof, there were two corpses in the rafters. Patriots like himself. All they'd wanted to do was stop communists taking over Bavaria! Couldn't they see that? Couldn't they understand?
He pulled the trigger, not waiting to be captured. To disgrace the uniform he wore.
Outside, the Soldier who had butchered Oskar's friends barely even registered the gunshot. He barely registered anything as he lay prone in the snow, broken building above him, the corpses of his friends and foes below.
He cycled the bolt on his anti-tank rifle, spotting another group of brown shirts moving. To their deaths.
The barracks has held out. For now. Reichswehr casualties are moderate but rising, fascist casualties are very heavy.
You can barely contain the relief that washes over you, apparently the loyalist forces at the Luitpoldkaserne have taken to using the same method of signal flags that you've been using. The news is….better than you expected. Apparently they, and several other loyalist controlled barracks are under heavy siege, but holding out. For now. They are in urgent need of medical supplies, and reinforcements, but so is everyone else. Unlike everyone else, they at least aren't looking like they might run out of bullets. Not any time soon, at least.
That gives you an idea. If you can push through the fascist roadblocks, and relieve the soldiers at the Luitpoldkaserne, that could be a launching point for further offensives. Hopefully, you can start to divide up the NSDAP forces, and put an end to this nightmare.
The Kronprinz surveys the small section of the surgery you are comfortable allowing him into. He looks your haggard form over, as you at least attempt to make yourself presentable, standing up straight, adjusting your glasses, and taking a deep breath.
"At ease, Oberst. How is the day treating you? You look….tired." An astute observation, as you have to rub your eyes a bit to get the bleariness out of them. You do try your best to try and not look undignified while you do, blood dripping off your jacket as you attempt to stand at proper ease, as you had during the weltkrieg. It is a feeble effort, but given you haven't actually slept in over two days, you think the Crown prince forgives you.
You catch your reflection in a polished piece of metal. Gott im Himmel. You look awful. To be fair to yourself, Rupprecht doesn't look much better.
"It is….has been rough. We've started to run out of everything. If a barkeep had not donated his entire cellar to us, we would be out of medical alcohol. Truly, we are even running out of his donations. The people outside…..they don't have much, and even now, as they give up what little they've brought with them" You sigh. You need more of everything to keep the brave men fighting and dying so that others might live.
"I see. Well….I can not provide much, beyond giving you full access to our linen closet, to take what you need for bandages, and the like. As well….you can….hmm." He pulled out a pad and pencil from his pocket, scribbling something down. "By the powers vested in me as Staatskommisar of Bavaria, I grant you the powers to appropriate all alcohols you need for medicinal purposes." He hands you a piece of paper he has scribbled on, that finishes with the only bit of language you recognise. 'Signed SK Rupprecht von Wittelsbach, Crown Prince Bavaria, etc.'
It is good to see he has not let this damned crisis drain his sense of humor! Even as exhausted as you are, you can't help but chuckle. He gives you a wan smile. Before gesturing to the window.
"Walk with me?" You nod, and the both of you walk over. The Marienplatz is slowly filling up with tents, though none are set up close to the honored dead. Increasingly the dead are simply wrapped in cloth, and then placed under the flag they died for. The Red, white and black of the Empire, the hastily cut together Volksbanner flag, and of course, there are even some men lying under the Schwarz-rot-gold. It does your heart a little bit of good to see, despite their differences, the men who used to be part of both the Reichsbanner, and the Stahlhelm, seem to be getting along well enough.
Unity born from shared Misery, you suppose. Rupprecht chuckles, clearly coming to the same conclusion that you have.
"Did you ever imagine we'd have the Stahlhelm and Reichsbanner getting along? Hah. If you'd told me this would be happening six months ago…" He chuckles a bit more, and shakes his head. You try to share in his joy, but the sight of so many wounded and dead…..it hurts. It's like….it's like nobody learned anything from the weltkrieg. Like all those men died for nothing.
Your heart starts to sink even further as you see the huddled masses in the tents. No leadership. No possessions but the clothes on their back. The young men, the old men, even some of the women, flocking to the banners and getting given a rifle. Or a pistol. Sometimes a club or knife.
Gott im himmel. The world has gone mad if the women have to take up arms. You shake your head as others go to the ever growing rows of the honored dead, more often than not slumping down next to the corpse of what you can only assume was a friend, or relative….maybe even a loved one….
You shake your head slowly, an idea creeping into your mind. "You should go out, Rupprecht. Give a speech, god knows people hope right now. They look up to you. Faith in you, and in the holy Father, are about the only things a lot of these poor bastards have left." He nods at your suggestion slowly. Brain processing it, and accepting your idea.
"Anything else? Hah, I should put you on the Wittelsbach payroll, given you are the one who comes up with half our ideas." You nod a bit, gesturing to the wards for the infirm, mostly soldiers, as you can spare little room for the people huddled outside. Especially with the rate wounded patriots are pouring in.
"Yes, Crown Prince. Inside these halls are the men who have been wounded defending your peace. If you could….go amongst them. Give your blessing, and do the same to the men outside….it would do wonders for their morale. And the morale of my doctors. It is….it's grim work, Rupprecht. We've lost a lot of patients these past two days." You sigh, not able to look up at the huge field of failures, merely gesturing to them, as Rupprecht puts a strong hand on your shoulder, shaking it slightly.
"Don't worry, Hugo. I'll go give my blessing. You should take a quick nap while I do. We will make this right. I promise you." You nod, looking to a chair. You ask for him to tell the doctors to wake you when he is done, sit down, and close your eyes.
It doesn't even take a minute for sleep to take you into it's warm embrace.
Rupprecht slowly paced through the corridors of what had been the beating heart of Munich's administration, indeed, the beating heart of Bavaria's administration, temporarily repurposed into a huge medical ward. He put on a brave face for the troops, moving from bed to bed, shaking hands, greeting the men. Many are in a truly sorry state, and it is all he can do to reassure them, to shake hands and offer royal blessing for their actions. He would surely have to lobby the central government to award honors, if they didn't, he supposed he would do it himself.
Walking into one of the hacked together wards, a small group of men, covered in bandages and hastily put together splints and casts. The group were playing cards, likely donated from a family out in the growing tent city that was the Marienplatz. Seeing Rupprecht, they tried to all get to attention, some succeeding more than others.
"Hail, Kronprinz!" The tallest of the group, who is actually missing his foot, and so stands a bit lopsided, snaps the best salute he can manage with only three fingers. Rupprecht salutes the men back.
"At ease, soldiers. How do you all fair?" The men remain at some semblance of attention, even if it is unstable due to several missing legs, and the salute from one man being rather…..half a salute, due to the fact half his hand has been blown clean off.
There are general murmurs, nobody wants to say tehy are in bad shape, despite the obviousness of that fact. Of the six men at attention, only four have both legs (relatively) unscathed, only three have undamaged hands, five, fortunately, have both eyes. Only one of them has no visible injuries, though the bloody bandages wrapped around his bare chest indicated they were just concealed injuries, as opposed to the more visible and visceral wounds of his comrades.
Rupprecht walked up to them, bringing the group in close. "Don't lose heart, men. I have to go, to help everyone else, but while I'm gone, I want you to spread the word. Every wounded man will get a pension. If the german government won't pay, I'll handle it myself." The men perked up greatly at the news, and the Crown Prince grinned at them. "Now go! Finish up your card game, and tell the men I couldn't reach today. I'll be back tomorrow, and I expect everyone will know! Are my orders understood!?" He had stepped back, and began to bellow like he'd observed drill sergeants would do. The men snapped into formation, much more straight, much more proud than just a few minutes ago.
"Yes, Crown Prince!" They snapped a salute, that Rupprecht returned, and then, turning on his heel, he marched out of the wards and began to make his way down the steps of the city hall, to the tents below. Walking passed the meeting hall, he could see that his wife had endeavoured to set up a soup kitchen, with help from her handmaidens and some of the women outside, of course. Together, they were brewing something that smelled…..fairly inedible. But it would be a warm inedible. As the frigid winter wind greeted the Staatskommissar, he realised just how important that warmth would be.
As he stood on the steps, his broad chested figure cut an imposing silhouette against the light pouring out behind him. Dusk had settled in, and the platz was very quiet, bar the noise of the grieving, an all too common sound in these passed few days. He surveyed the crowd, and they looked up to him, both metaphorically, and physically. He'd normally have given this speech from the balcony, but he didn't want to disturb your much needed slumber.
You awake with a start, as the cheering below you erupts. Gott im himmel what is going on!? Hauling your tired frame from the seat, you stagger to the door, opening it up, and stepping onto the frigid balcony, where the Crown Prince is standing with the people, he's draged quite the crowd, and it would appear you just missed it. From the growing throng that cheers his name,though, you get the feeling it was a good speech.
You have half a mind to go down and congratulate him, but then you see the chair. And a blanket next to it. That was the first time you'd slept in two days…..
As much as you hate yourself for shirking duty, you head inside, grab the blanket, and manage to get a whole twenty minutes more sleep, before Rupprecht comes to wake you back up. Hauling yourself upright again, the two of you slowly make your way back to the surgery.
"You should go out there at some point, Herr Doktor. The people look up to you. The bespectacled angel." You chuckled tiredly, shaking your head. Heading into your surgery, you see the prince off, deflecting his insistence you go out amongst the people. You aren't sure you can face them, having failed them so many times over.
As he leaves to continue planning the military offensive to wipe the Nazis from Munich, and Nuremberg, after Munich is secured, you must begin to plan as well. You've only got a handful of doctors at your disposal, and with the reports coming in from the hold outs across the city, and the barracks, it is clear you may have to send some of them away to address matters more personally. Of course, how do you assign your doctors?
You have thirty five doctors, of those thirty five, eight are trained surgeons (including yourself)
[] Keep things centralised. Keeping your staff here is probably going to cause casualties on the front, but you don't want to lose any of the few doctors you've got. You will increasingly centralise medical aid in City hall. This will keep your ersatz hospital functioning at 100%, but deaths on the front will increase.
[] Disperse the doctors. It is very clear that you will need to send doctors to the front lines. Or, just behind them. It would be doubly good to have some first responders near the Luitpoldkaserne for when the soldiers who will try and break the siege smash through. You will begin to decentralise medical care through the front. This will reduce the effectiveness of your staff at city hall, but reduce front line deaths.
You hand off your orders to the staff, and before going on to the next patient, at least try and plan out the next few days of your life. It won't hold up, but you've been doing it for years, you need to have a plan. (Pick up to two.)
[] Spend time with Kathe. You haven't even really seen your wife in two days. You miss her, and with everything going on….maybe a few hours alone with her would be good. At least, it would be a handful of hours where you could sleep. Kathe will help calm you. She is good for your soul.
[] Tour the frontline. Apparently the crown prince is planning on heading along the front, especially meeting the Franz's 'Sturmbataillon'. You could double check with the medics on the front, (and ensure your doctors are keeping pace with them). You will ensure the Reichswehr and Volksbanner medic teams are capable. Hopefully, you can organise field hospitals closer to the front lines to ensure people don't die before reaching you.
[] Speak with the people. You need to meet with the people, even if it hurts due to your constant failures being escorted out draped in a flag. You might be able to recruit any doctors, or nurses, or medics, and might even get some additional supplies. The people will meet their angel. You might be able to gather more supplies, staff, or both.
[] Throw yourself even further into your work. You can take time off another day. Even this deep in guts and blood, there fact is you need to roll up your sleeves and keep going. As they say, when in hell, keep going until you come out the other side. You will increase the efficiency of your field hospital. At what cost?
"Now, President Hindenburg, I understand you are angry, but we should be careful about this. We d-" Von Papen's attempts to calm down the orney, irritable president failed as Hindeburg rose from his seat, wincing from the effort. His damned lungs were failing him, but even with his physical shortfallings, he towered over Von Papen and Von Schleicher. He stared both men down, and Von Schleicher, who had been standing, likely as an intimidation against the President, quickly went back to his seat.
"I don't give a damned about your childish plans, Franz. This is a mess your pet created. Fix it. Before I fix it." Hindenburg started to feel light headed from the heavy, serious tone in his voice, but hid it well, both men were badly taken aback by the thorough telling off. Paul Von Hindenburg sank back into his seat, a coughing fit descending on him, he raised a handkerchief to his lips, coveirng th blood that came up with the phlegm, he looked up to his two inner circle members, glowering at them. "Go. You have three days. If this crisis is not over, I will order the Reichswehr to mobilise." He grinned as both men scurried off to try and see if they could get Hitler to see reason before the Reichswehr rolled over the NSDAP in Munich.
(Roll = 68. Rupprecht delivers, somewhat. Casks of grain alcohol are brought up, and the linen closet is completely emptied.)
[X] Push Rupprecht to make a speech. He is apparently planning on returning to the war room once he's checked in on the surgery, but why not see if he can rile up the crowd? The are thousands of people filling the square, terrified, leaderless. This could be his chance!
(Roll = 91. Rupprecht Fires up the crowd.)
[X] Rally the troops. WHile he could give a general speech to the crowd, raising the morale of the men stationed here might help. While Franz has given assurances that the troops he is leading in an offensive to secure the city centre are fine, the men here must contend with the moans of the dying and the wailing of their families. A boost could do wonders!
(Roll = 75. A small speech, promise of a pension for the wounded, and good bedside manner goes quite a way to helping the wounded, and those still fit to fight.)
It was dark. Abraham hadn't seen the men coming, when they'd nabbed him at the start of all this. He couldn't tell if it was dark because the sun hadn't come up, because there were no lights in the room, or he'd simply gone blind around the third beating. He could taste the blood from where his lip had exploded. Tasted like copper and pain. He could hear them again, they were coming. They were laughing, thinking he couldn't hear. Or maybe they knew, and simply didn't care.
"Ready to talk, juden?" The first man asked. He couldn't see, but Abraham remembered that voice, the big stupid lunk of a man leaned in nice and close. His breath smelt like cheap alcohol and cigarettes, burning his nostrils with every toxic exhalement. "What? Not feeling up to it, Jew?" Abraham nearly doubled over in pain, as the man's giant fist landed in his stomach. He felt a familiar sensation, like he wanted to vomit. They'd been doing this for hours though, he didn't have anything left, he was simply left a coughing, spluttering mess.
Suddenly, the room went quiet. He could hear the sound of a gun cocking. "Maybe this will make you talk, eh?" The gun was pressed up to the side of Abraham's head, and he began to silently pray to Yaweh for strength to survive this time of trial, and suddenly the man cracked him across the head with the butt of his handgun. "Your treachery isn't going to save you, jew! Tell me what I want, though, and I promise I'll make it quick." The pistol was shoved under his broken, bloodied jaw, and with all the strength he could muster, Abraham looked up at where he could hear the man, a hacking cough filling his lungs with blood, body revolting in a massive wave of pain, to protest his attempt to open his swollen, bloodied eyes. He could see the blurry shape of his brownshirt tormenter, and as he thought of a plan, he cracked a bloody, broken-toothed grin. It hurt just to smile now, and in his final moments, he thought of home. His mother, his father, his sisters…..he hoped they'd forgive him. He hoped Yaweh would forgive him.
"Come…..come in close...h-hard to….to talk….." Every word was pain, and his mind screamed protest against what he was about to do. That it was madness! Foolishness! That'd he'd suffer no matter what he did! But Abraham had faith, he always had. He could see the blurry form of the Brownshirt come in nice and close, and Abraham leaned in a bit further as well, gun still pressed to his chin. Summoning all his strength, in hopes of a quick death, he spat blood all over the man's face.
The screams of the storm trooper were music to his ears, and were almost as good as the bullets that were fired into his chest. The impact knocked the chair backwards, and as he lay bleeding out on the floor, consciousness fading into nothing, he was satisfied he'd done well.
Not far away, outside the office building overlooking the Munich barracks, where the SA had captured Leutnant Abraham Feig, the SA were preparing another push to take the barracks. The last attempt had failed, the burned out husks of their two armored cars proof of that. They'd been nailed by AT-Rifles. Fires gutting them, the men inside cooked alive. The road was littered with proof that even outnumbered horribly, the local Reichswehr division was holding on tenaciously.
SA-Sturmbannführer Oskar Weisz reloaded his C96, cursing as a huge chunk of wall exploded next to him. He had half a mind to try and return fire, until the private who tried, who raised his MP18 to the window and poked his head up, exploded with a horrifying squelch, headless corpse slumping against the wall, slowly sliding down, leaving a huge bloody smear down the lower wall.
They needed to get rid of that damned AT-rifle! Before they were all fucked!
"You two! Get that damned gun up here, faster! Otherwise we'll never get into the barracks! Move!" Oskar yelled downstairs, hoping to god they hadn't been killed. He'd been pinned down. The top-floor room they were in was littered with the broken bodies of fools who'd tried to escape. He winced as he heard the loud, unmistakeable crack of the Anti-Tank rifle, and another man died, falling from above with a sickening crunch. He'd been trying to use the upper window as a way to get the drop on the sniper.
It hadn't worked.
"God damn it, people! Get that gun up here now!" He hurled himself down to the ground as the window exploded into a thousand sharp wooden shards. They rained down on his smeared, bloodied uniform as he cowered under the shattered window, pushing the headless corpse next to him aside, cursing all the while. He aimed his Mauser over the lip and began to fire until it clicked empty. He wasn't aiming, and he doubted he'd hit the sandbagged bastard who was slaughtering his friends, but hopefully it bought the machine gunners some time.
Hopefully it was enough.
"Q-quick….you heard the leader….we need to get up the stairs!" One of the exhausted reinforcements, who'd been brought to try and finally break the two day long siege of the barracks, huffed out as they carried the monstrously heavy machine gun up the stairs, it's bulky, weighty undercarriage banging on every step as they carried it.
Across the road, one of the Reichswehr Machine gunners saw them clambering desperately up the steps of the ruined, bombed out cafe. Barking orders, the loyalist machine gunner team hefted their own monstrously heavy machine gun, ripped from the blasted hull of the regiment's armored car, and aimed. To the trained men, it only took a moment to range the huffing, puffing fascists. "Fire!" Barked their acting sergeant. The corpse of the previous one still slumped against his post mere feet away, as the gun crew obliged him, and the 13.2 mm round let it's presence be known to the struggling 'storm troopers'.
The flimsy wooden walls did nothing to protect them, huge holes punched through as the heavy munitions, designed to be mounted on a tank or plane, so easily ripped through flesh and bone. The gun crew screamed in agony as they were pulped by the bullets, ripped uniforms going from brown to red as they fell backwards, the gun rendered useless from huge holes punched in it.
Oskar swore as he heard the bullets shatter the wooden board downstairs, the deaths of the last of his squad leaving him with a stark choice. They'd actually pushed the Reichswehr back a bit, to claim this damned cafe. But now…..the Reichswehr would push back soon. He'd heard what happened to captured SA fighters….
He didn't even really have enough ammo to keep fighting. Chuckling to himself, he slowly crawled over to the corpse of one of his friends, Juncker, a nice enough lad, who'd loyally answered the call when their Oberführer had put out the call to rise against the communist-controlled Bavarian government. Taking the last stripper clip Juncker had on him, he loaded his mauser one last time.
Pressing the gun to his temple, he looked at the broken roof, there were two corpses in the rafters. Patriots like himself. All they'd wanted to do was stop communists taking over Bavaria! Couldn't they see that? Couldn't they understand?
He pulled the trigger, not waiting to be captured. To disgrace the uniform he wore.
Outside, the Soldier who had butchered Oskar's friends barely even registered the gunshot. He barely registered anything as he lay prone in the snow, broken building above him, the corpses of his friends and foes below.
He cycled the bolt on his anti-tank rifle, spotting another group of brown shirts moving. To their deaths.
The barracks has held out. For now. Reichswehr casualties are moderate but rising, fascist casualties are very heavy.
You can barely contain the relief that washes over you, apparently the loyalist forces at the Luitpoldkaserne have taken to using the same method of signal flags that you've been using. The news is….better than you expected. Apparently they, and several other loyalist controlled barracks are under heavy siege, but holding out. For now. They are in urgent need of medical supplies, and reinforcements, but so is everyone else. Unlike everyone else, they at least aren't looking like they might run out of bullets. Not any time soon, at least.
That gives you an idea. If you can push through the fascist roadblocks, and relieve the soldiers at the Luitpoldkaserne, that could be a launching point for further offensives. Hopefully, you can start to divide up the NSDAP forces, and put an end to this nightmare.
The Kronprinz surveys the small section of the surgery you are comfortable allowing him into. He looks your haggard form over, as you at least attempt to make yourself presentable, standing up straight, adjusting your glasses, and taking a deep breath.
"At ease, Oberst. How is the day treating you? You look….tired." An astute observation, as you have to rub your eyes a bit to get the bleariness out of them. You do try your best to try and not look undignified while you do, blood dripping off your jacket as you attempt to stand at proper ease, as you had during the weltkrieg. It is a feeble effort, but given you haven't actually slept in over two days, you think the Crown prince forgives you.
You catch your reflection in a polished piece of metal. Gott im Himmel. You look awful. To be fair to yourself, Rupprecht doesn't look much better.
"It is….has been rough. We've started to run out of everything. If a barkeep had not donated his entire cellar to us, we would be out of medical alcohol. Truly, we are even running out of his donations. The people outside…..they don't have much, and even now, as they give up what little they've brought with them" You sigh. You need more of everything to keep the brave men fighting and dying so that others might live.
"I see. Well….I can not provide much, beyond giving you full access to our linen closet, to take what you need for bandages, and the like. As well….you can….hmm." He pulled out a pad and pencil from his pocket, scribbling something down. "By the powers vested in me as Staatskommisar of Bavaria, I grant you the powers to appropriate all alcohols you need for medicinal purposes." He hands you a piece of paper he has scribbled on, that finishes with the only bit of language you recognise. 'Signed SK Rupprecht von Wittelsbach, Crown Prince Bavaria, etc.'
It is good to see he has not let this damned crisis drain his sense of humor! Even as exhausted as you are, you can't help but chuckle. He gives you a wan smile. Before gesturing to the window.
"Walk with me?" You nod, and the both of you walk over. The Marienplatz is slowly filling up with tents, though none are set up close to the honored dead. Increasingly the dead are simply wrapped in cloth, and then placed under the flag they died for. The Red, white and black of the Empire, the hastily cut together Volksbanner flag, and of course, there are even some men lying under the Schwarz-rot-gold. It does your heart a little bit of good to see, despite their differences, the men who used to be part of both the Reichsbanner, and the Stahlhelm, seem to be getting along well enough.
Unity born from shared Misery, you suppose. Rupprecht chuckles, clearly coming to the same conclusion that you have.
"Did you ever imagine we'd have the Stahlhelm and Reichsbanner getting along? Hah. If you'd told me this would be happening six months ago…" He chuckles a bit more, and shakes his head. You try to share in his joy, but the sight of so many wounded and dead…..it hurts. It's like….it's like nobody learned anything from the weltkrieg. Like all those men died for nothing.
Your heart starts to sink even further as you see the huddled masses in the tents. No leadership. No possessions but the clothes on their back. The young men, the old men, even some of the women, flocking to the banners and getting given a rifle. Or a pistol. Sometimes a club or knife.
Gott im himmel. The world has gone mad if the women have to take up arms. You shake your head as others go to the ever growing rows of the honored dead, more often than not slumping down next to the corpse of what you can only assume was a friend, or relative….maybe even a loved one….
You shake your head slowly, an idea creeping into your mind. "You should go out, Rupprecht. Give a speech, god knows people hope right now. They look up to you. Faith in you, and in the holy Father, are about the only things a lot of these poor bastards have left." He nods at your suggestion slowly. Brain processing it, and accepting your idea.
"Anything else? Hah, I should put you on the Wittelsbach payroll, given you are the one who comes up with half our ideas." You nod a bit, gesturing to the wards for the infirm, mostly soldiers, as you can spare little room for the people huddled outside. Especially with the rate wounded patriots are pouring in.
"Yes, Crown Prince. Inside these halls are the men who have been wounded defending your peace. If you could….go amongst them. Give your blessing, and do the same to the men outside….it would do wonders for their morale. And the morale of my doctors. It is….it's grim work, Rupprecht. We've lost a lot of patients these past two days." You sigh, not able to look up at the huge field of failures, merely gesturing to them, as Rupprecht puts a strong hand on your shoulder, shaking it slightly.
"Don't worry, Hugo. I'll go give my blessing. You should take a quick nap while I do. We will make this right. I promise you." You nod, looking to a chair. You ask for him to tell the doctors to wake you when he is done, sit down, and close your eyes.
It doesn't even take a minute for sleep to take you into it's warm embrace.
Rupprecht slowly paced through the corridors of what had been the beating heart of Munich's administration, indeed, the beating heart of Bavaria's administration, temporarily repurposed into a huge medical ward. He put on a brave face for the troops, moving from bed to bed, shaking hands, greeting the men. Many are in a truly sorry state, and it is all he can do to reassure them, to shake hands and offer royal blessing for their actions. He would surely have to lobby the central government to award honors, if they didn't, he supposed he would do it himself.
Walking into one of the hacked together wards, a small group of men, covered in bandages and hastily put together splints and casts. The group were playing cards, likely donated from a family out in the growing tent city that was the Marienplatz. Seeing Rupprecht, they tried to all get to attention, some succeeding more than others.
"Hail, Kronprinz!" The tallest of the group, who is actually missing his foot, and so stands a bit lopsided, snaps the best salute he can manage with only three fingers. Rupprecht salutes the men back.
"At ease, soldiers. How do you all fair?" The men remain at some semblance of attention, even if it is unstable due to several missing legs, and the salute from one man being rather…..half a salute, due to the fact half his hand has been blown clean off.
There are general murmurs, nobody wants to say tehy are in bad shape, despite the obviousness of that fact. Of the six men at attention, only four have both legs (relatively) unscathed, only three have undamaged hands, five, fortunately, have both eyes. Only one of them has no visible injuries, though the bloody bandages wrapped around his bare chest indicated they were just concealed injuries, as opposed to the more visible and visceral wounds of his comrades.
Rupprecht walked up to them, bringing the group in close. "Don't lose heart, men. I have to go, to help everyone else, but while I'm gone, I want you to spread the word. Every wounded man will get a pension. If the german government won't pay, I'll handle it myself." The men perked up greatly at the news, and the Crown Prince grinned at them. "Now go! Finish up your card game, and tell the men I couldn't reach today. I'll be back tomorrow, and I expect everyone will know! Are my orders understood!?" He had stepped back, and began to bellow like he'd observed drill sergeants would do. The men snapped into formation, much more straight, much more proud than just a few minutes ago.
"Yes, Crown Prince!" They snapped a salute, that Rupprecht returned, and then, turning on his heel, he marched out of the wards and began to make his way down the steps of the city hall, to the tents below. Walking passed the meeting hall, he could see that his wife had endeavoured to set up a soup kitchen, with help from her handmaidens and some of the women outside, of course. Together, they were brewing something that smelled…..fairly inedible. But it would be a warm inedible. As the frigid winter wind greeted the Staatskommissar, he realised just how important that warmth would be.
As he stood on the steps, his broad chested figure cut an imposing silhouette against the light pouring out behind him. Dusk had settled in, and the platz was very quiet, bar the noise of the grieving, an all too common sound in these passed few days. He surveyed the crowd, and they looked up to him, both metaphorically, and physically. He'd normally have given this speech from the balcony, but he didn't want to disturb your much needed slumber.
You awake with a start, as the cheering below you erupts. Gott im himmel what is going on!? Hauling your tired frame from the seat, you stagger to the door, opening it up, and stepping onto the frigid balcony, where the Crown Prince is standing with the people, he's draged quite the crowd, and it would appear you just missed it. From the growing throng that cheers his name,though, you get the feeling it was a good speech.
You have half a mind to go down and congratulate him, but then you see the chair. And a blanket next to it. That was the first time you'd slept in two days…..
As much as you hate yourself for shirking duty, you head inside, grab the blanket, and manage to get a whole twenty minutes more sleep, before Rupprecht comes to wake you back up. Hauling yourself upright again, the two of you slowly make your way back to the surgery.
"You should go out there at some point, Herr Doktor. The people look up to you. The bespectacled angel." You chuckled tiredly, shaking your head. Heading into your surgery, you see the prince off, deflecting his insistence you go out amongst the people. You aren't sure you can face them, having failed them so many times over.
As he leaves to continue planning the military offensive to wipe the Nazis from Munich, and Nuremberg, after Munich is secured, you must begin to plan as well. You've only got a handful of doctors at your disposal, and with the reports coming in from the hold outs across the city, and the barracks, it is clear you may have to send some of them away to address matters more personally. Of course, how do you assign your doctors?
You have thirty five doctors, of those thirty five, eight are trained surgeons (including yourself)
[] Keep things centralised. Keeping your staff here is probably going to cause casualties on the front, but you don't want to lose any of the few doctors you've got. You will increasingly centralise medical aid in City hall. This will keep your ersatz hospital functioning at 100%, but deaths on the front will increase.
[] Disperse the doctors. It is very clear that you will need to send doctors to the front lines. Or, just behind them. It would be doubly good to have some first responders near the Luitpoldkaserne for when the soldiers who will try and break the siege smash through. You will begin to decentralise medical care through the front. This will reduce the effectiveness of your staff at city hall, but reduce front line deaths.
You hand off your orders to the staff, and before going on to the next patient, at least try and plan out the next few days of your life. It won't hold up, but you've been doing it for years, you need to have a plan. (Pick up to two.)
[] Spend time with Kathe. You haven't even really seen your wife in two days. You miss her, and with everything going on….maybe a few hours alone with her would be good. At least, it would be a handful of hours where you could sleep. Kathe will help calm you. She is good for your soul.
[] Tour the frontline. Apparently the crown prince is planning on heading along the front, especially meeting the Franz's 'Sturmbataillon'. You could double check with the medics on the front, (and ensure your doctors are keeping pace with them). You will ensure the Reichswehr and Volksbanner medic teams are capable. Hopefully, you can organise field hospitals closer to the front lines to ensure people don't die before reaching you.
[] Speak with the people. You need to meet with the people, even if it hurts due to your constant failures being escorted out draped in a flag. You might be able to recruit any doctors, or nurses, or medics, and might even get some additional supplies. The people will meet their angel. You might be able to gather more supplies, staff, or both.
[] Throw yourself even further into your work. You can take time off another day. Even this deep in guts and blood, there fact is you need to roll up your sleeves and keep going. As they say, when in hell, keep going until you come out the other side. You will increase the efficiency of your field hospital. At what cost?
"Now, President Hindenburg, I understand you are angry, but we should be careful about this. We d-" Von Papen's attempts to calm down the orney, irritable president failed as Hindeburg rose from his seat, wincing from the effort. His damned lungs were failing him, but even with his physical shortfallings, he towered over Von Papen and Von Schleicher. He stared both men down, and Von Schleicher, who had been standing, likely as an intimidation against the President, quickly went back to his seat.
"I don't give a damned about your childish plans, Franz. This is a mess your pet created. Fix it. Before I fix it." Hindenburg started to feel light headed from the heavy, serious tone in his voice, but hid it well, both men were badly taken aback by the thorough telling off. Paul Von Hindenburg sank back into his seat, a coughing fit descending on him, he raised a handkerchief to his lips, coveirng th blood that came up with the phlegm, he looked up to his two inner circle members, glowering at them. "Go. You have three days. If this crisis is not over, I will order the Reichswehr to mobilise." He grinned as both men scurried off to try and see if they could get Hitler to see reason before the Reichswehr rolled over the NSDAP in Munich.
KarvokaQueen
Queen of the Coffee Cups
- Location
- City of Coffee, Upside-down land
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand we are back. Took a while, eh?
Well, it's done. Not the quest, this thing will never be done, but I hope you enjoy this update!
Well, it's done. Not the quest, this thing will never be done, but I hope you enjoy this update!
- Location
- USA
[X] Disperse the doctors. It is very clear that you will need to send doctors to the front lines. Or, just behind them. It would be doubly good to have some first responders near the Luitpoldkaserne for when the soldiers who will try and break the siege smash through. You will begin to decentralise medical care through the front. This will reduce the effectiveness of your staff at city hall, but reduce front line deaths.
[X] Tour the frontline. Apparently the crown prince is planning on heading along the front, especially meeting the Franz's 'Sturmbataillon'. You could double check with the medics on the front, (and ensure your doctors are keeping pace with them). You will ensure the Reichswehr and Volksbanner medic teams are capable. Hopefully, you can organise field hospitals closer to the front lines to ensure people don't die before reaching you.
[X] Speak with the people. You need to meet with the people, even if it hurts due to your constant failures being escorted out draped in a flag. You might be able to recruit any doctors, or nurses, or medics, and might even get some additional supplies. The people will meet their angel. You might be able to gather more supplies, staff, or both.
[X] Tour the frontline. Apparently the crown prince is planning on heading along the front, especially meeting the Franz's 'Sturmbataillon'. You could double check with the medics on the front, (and ensure your doctors are keeping pace with them). You will ensure the Reichswehr and Volksbanner medic teams are capable. Hopefully, you can organise field hospitals closer to the front lines to ensure people don't die before reaching you.
[X] Speak with the people. You need to meet with the people, even if it hurts due to your constant failures being escorted out draped in a flag. You might be able to recruit any doctors, or nurses, or medics, and might even get some additional supplies. The people will meet their angel. You might be able to gather more supplies, staff, or both.
- Location
- Pallet town, Kanto
[X] Disperse the doctors. It is very clear that you will need to send doctors to the front lines. Or, just behind them. It would be doubly good to have some first responders near the Luitpoldkaserne for when the soldiers who will try and break the siege smash through. You will begin to decentralise medical care through the front. This will reduce the effectiveness of your staff at city hall, but reduce front line deaths.
[X] Tour the frontline. Apparently the crown prince is planning on heading along the front, especially meeting the Franz's 'Sturmbataillon'. You could double check with the medics on the front, (and ensure your doctors are keeping pace with them). You will ensure the Reichswehr and Volksbanner medic teams are capable. Hopefully, you can organise field hospitals closer to the front lines to ensure people don't die before reaching you.
[X] Speak with the people. You need to meet with the people, even if it hurts due to your constant failures being escorted out draped in a flag. You might be able to recruit any doctors, or nurses, or medics, and might even get some additional supplies. The people will meet their angel. You might be able to gather more supplies, staff, or both.
[X] Tour the frontline. Apparently the crown prince is planning on heading along the front, especially meeting the Franz's 'Sturmbataillon'. You could double check with the medics on the front, (and ensure your doctors are keeping pace with them). You will ensure the Reichswehr and Volksbanner medic teams are capable. Hopefully, you can organise field hospitals closer to the front lines to ensure people don't die before reaching you.
[X] Speak with the people. You need to meet with the people, even if it hurts due to your constant failures being escorted out draped in a flag. You might be able to recruit any doctors, or nurses, or medics, and might even get some additional supplies. The people will meet their angel. You might be able to gather more supplies, staff, or both.
- Location
- Moon-Station
[X] Keep things centralised. Keeping your staff here is probably going to cause casualties on the front, but you don't want to lose any of the few doctors you've got. You will increasingly centralise medical aid in City hall. This will keep your ersatz hospital functioning at 100%, but deaths on the front will increase.
[X] Spend time with Kathe. You haven't even really seen your wife in two days. You miss her, and with everything going on….maybe a few hours alone with her would be good. At least, it would be a handful of hours where you could sleep. Kathe will help calm you. She is good for your soul.
[X] Speak with the people. You need to meet with the people, even if it hurts due to your constant failures being escorted out draped in a flag. You might be able to recruit any doctors, or nurses, or medics, and might even get some additional supplies. The people will meet their angel. You might be able to gather more supplies, staff, or both.
[X] Spend time with Kathe. You haven't even really seen your wife in two days. You miss her, and with everything going on….maybe a few hours alone with her would be good. At least, it would be a handful of hours where you could sleep. Kathe will help calm you. She is good for your soul.
[X] Speak with the people. You need to meet with the people, even if it hurts due to your constant failures being escorted out draped in a flag. You might be able to recruit any doctors, or nurses, or medics, and might even get some additional supplies. The people will meet their angel. You might be able to gather more supplies, staff, or both.
[X] Disperse the doctors. It is very clear that you will need to send doctors to the front lines. Or, just behind them. It would be doubly good to have some first responders near the Luitpoldkaserne for when the soldiers who will try and break the siege smash through. You will begin to decentralise medical care through the front. This will reduce the effectiveness of your staff at city hall, but reduce front line deaths.
I strongly suspect that our main character will start losing effectiveness in the near future, so I'd like to take a moment of personal time with our wife. Besides that -- we should trust in the men we've assigned to the front, and focus on recruiting more medical staff and ensuring that they're properly supplied.
[X] Spend time with Kathe. You haven't even really seen your wife in two days. You miss her, and with everything going on….maybe a few hours alone with her would be good. At least, it would be a handful of hours where you could sleep. Kathe will help calm you. She is good for your soul.
[X] Speak with the people. You need to meet with the people, even if it hurts due to your constant failures being escorted out draped in a flag. You might be able to recruit any doctors, or nurses, or medics, and might even get some additional supplies. The people will meet their angel. You might be able to gather more supplies, staff, or both.
I strongly suspect that our main character will start losing effectiveness in the near future, so I'd like to take a moment of personal time with our wife. Besides that -- we should trust in the men we've assigned to the front, and focus on recruiting more medical staff and ensuring that they're properly supplied.
[X] Spend time with Kathe. You haven't even really seen your wife in two days. You miss her, and with everything going on….maybe a few hours alone with her would be good. At least, it would be a handful of hours where you could sleep. Kathe will help calm you. She is good for your soul.
[X] Speak with the people. You need to meet with the people, even if it hurts due to your constant failures being escorted out draped in a flag. You might be able to recruit any doctors, or nurses, or medics, and might even get some additional supplies. The people will meet their angel. You might be able to gather more supplies, staff, or both.