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Bismarck ISOTed to RMS Titanic - and U-234
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At first, I would start a thread of a TL with a story post. In this time I can't. I have to dedicate this threat to PPaul, resquiescas in pace. He had started at AH.com a TL, but unfortunately died way before he could do anything. So I decided to restart this TL again, but with Bosemacher's idea to add U-234. If you see parallels, well, that can't be changed. I have to admit, that some parts are needed to be introduced, while others are changed drastically. For example, there was no SS-thug on Bismarck. But a Nazi-naval judge on U-234...
Bismarck
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RMS Titanic
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U-234
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About U-234 one has to add, that the boat did NOT have a Me-262 jet fighter crated on board. But it had the blueprints. And this personnel:
General der Flieger Ulrich Keßler, who had been once naval officer and pilot, member of the July 20th plot, air strategist
Lt. Erich Menzel, his adjutant, a RADAR specialist (also Allied RADAR) and bombing aiming devices (which were on board)
Oberstlt. Fritz v. Sandrart, air defense specialist
Fregattenkapitän Gerhard Falcke, engineer for electric welding, also naval strategist
Kapitänlt. Richard Bulla, pilot, specialist for carrier operations (well should be educated for this)
Oblt. z.S. Heinrich Hellendorn, Flak specialist (3,7 cm flak 43)
Dr. Ing. August Bringewald, Messerschmidt
Franz Ruf, Technician, Messerschmidt
Marinebaurat Dr.-Ing. Heinz Schlicke, IR- and RADAR expert
Marinerichter Kay Nieschling
Kaigun-Gijutsu Chūsa Hideo Tomonaga, naval architect and submarine designer
Kaigun-Gijutsu Chūsa Shoji Genzo, aircraft specialist
Blue prints of: Me 163, Me 262, Hs 293, Bismarck class, DD type 1936 C, DD type 1944, DD Type 1941, Type 1943 M-Boat, S-Boats and Uboat types II, VII C, IX, X, XI, XXI and XXIII (among others)
550 kg Uranium oxide
Bismarck
German battleship Bismarck - Wikipedia
RMS Titanic
Titanic - Wikipedia
U-234
German submarine U-234 - Wikipedia
About U-234 one has to add, that the boat did NOT have a Me-262 jet fighter crated on board. But it had the blueprints. And this personnel:
General der Flieger Ulrich Keßler, who had been once naval officer and pilot, member of the July 20th plot, air strategist
Lt. Erich Menzel, his adjutant, a RADAR specialist (also Allied RADAR) and bombing aiming devices (which were on board)
Oberstlt. Fritz v. Sandrart, air defense specialist
Fregattenkapitän Gerhard Falcke, engineer for electric welding, also naval strategist
Kapitänlt. Richard Bulla, pilot, specialist for carrier operations (well should be educated for this)
Oblt. z.S. Heinrich Hellendorn, Flak specialist (3,7 cm flak 43)
Dr. Ing. August Bringewald, Messerschmidt
Franz Ruf, Technician, Messerschmidt
Marinebaurat Dr.-Ing. Heinz Schlicke, IR- and RADAR expert
Marinerichter Kay Nieschling
Kaigun-Gijutsu Chūsa Hideo Tomonaga, naval architect and submarine designer
Kaigun-Gijutsu Chūsa Shoji Genzo, aircraft specialist
Blue prints of: Me 163, Me 262, Hs 293, Bismarck class, DD type 1936 C, DD type 1944, DD Type 1941, Type 1943 M-Boat, S-Boats and Uboat types II, VII C, IX, X, XI, XXI and XXIII (among others)
550 kg Uranium oxide
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hi tyr nice to have you back, this time line is going to go like pauls as in focusing mostly on germany or are we going to see more countries (i say this in terms of technology improvments not p.o.v)
Chapter I, Part 1: When Fate Strikes
- Location
- Hamburg, Germany
27.05.1941, Bridge of Bismarck, 550 nm off Brest, North Atlantic Ocean, 10:15:
Fregattenkapitän Oels, stood on the bridge. Admiral Lütjens and Captain Lindemann had been killed, so he was in command. He heard a voice: "Herr Kapitän, we've shot the last shell." "I am ordering to scuttle the ship. The ship cannot be captured by the British." "Jawoll!"
Only a few minutes later, Matrosenobergefreiter Otto Schreiber was thrown to deck by yet another shell hitting the Bismarck. He was only slightly injured. When he was stood up again, he saw the charrred and mangled remains of what had once be his friend. "Jürgen! Jürgen!" he cried. Then he saw the torpedoes coming, and turned to his commanding officer whom stood next to him with an injury to his left arm. "Leutnant Hausburg, what will we do?" "Pray! ..." was the only answer the young officer could give. "Gegrüßet seist du, Maria, voll der Gnade," He heard his young commanding officer start to pray, and he started to pray as well: "Vater unser, der Du bist im Himmel, ..."
And at the very moment the torpedoes hit, the scuttling charges went up, ... everything turned dark.
10.05.1945, U-234, North Atlantic Ocean, 10:15:
Germany had surrendered. Only half a day ago Kapitänleutnant Fehler got the confirmation, as he could contact another Uboat. So it wasn't a ruse by the Allies. He knew, Hitler had died, and now the fatherland was in shambles. U-234 was alone. Should the mission be completed? For hours they had discussed, what to do. Going to Japan, as ordered previously, or surrendering, as ordered now? The Japanese officers and the Naval judge had voted to go to Japan, General Keßler had voted to surrender. Now he,had to act and order what to do. He stood up. "Gentlemen, I am the captain of this Uboat. I, and only I, will decide what we will do. We will..." And before he could finish his sentence, suddenly, everything went black.
14.04.1912, Crow's nest of RMS Titanic, 23:20:
The night was clear, and the sea calm, yet out of the blue two bright flashes occurred which would come to change everything ...
"Did you see that, Reginald?" Frederick Fleet said.
"Yes, I did. There was a flash. No. There is a second, but much smaller."
"We should report that."
"Bridge, this is Crow's nest, Lee speaking. Sir, we could observe two flashes on port..."
As everything remained dark, both spotters went ahead with their original task.
14.04.1912, about 15 nm away, 23:22:
"Where are we?" Otto Schreiber asked whilst and looked around as he woke up. Everything seemed to be in order, even the ready stock of the guns were there. What's going on here ... "I don't know." Fuck! That certainly was a voice he'd never expected to hear again. "Jürgen? Jürgen! You're alive. But I saw you die!"
"What? I do have a headache, but all I remember, is wanting to find some ammo ...Where are we? Where is the British fleet?" "I don't know." Otto answered, before asking: "Are we dead?"
First the was one light, then a second, a third, another and another. Slowly more and more lights started to illuminate the ship. On the bridge a flash light had illuminated the scene. Captain Lindemann could see his ship. "All station, situation report. On the double!" he ordered wondering what's going on. It just didn't make any bloody sense ... Were they dead? After all, he remembered his ship being slowly shot to bits.
Engine room reported, everything was working. The generators were starting to come alive again, and soon, the whole ship would be operational again. Slowly further reports came in, and surprisingly no damage had been found. And various persons, like Kapitän Netzband, whom he knew for a fact had been dead only a few minutes ago, were repported to be alive!
At the same time his navigators seemed to be unable to figure out where they were, at least initially, for the stars didn't correspond to their last known location, moreover, even having been adrift couldn't have done this. They seemed way off. And it definitely wasn't 10:20AM in the morning. They should be the bottom of the Atlantic. But they were here, wherever this 'here' was.
"Herr Kapitän," he heard the voice of the man at the helm. "Is this a British trap?" Admiral Lütjens asked him as he looked at the admiral. "That might be a logical answer, but we're alive, the ship is repaired ... I don't know, how, nor why. Neither would I know why the Brits would sink us, heal us, fix the ship and then let us float around somewhere. Fully operational."
"Herr Admiral," Lindemann said, "we're receiving an SOS. A ship is near and sending a distress signal."
"What ship?" the Admiral wanted to know.
"They call themselves the RMS Titanic." Lindemann said as he moved to give the message to his commanding officer: 'SOS, RMS Titanic, we're sinking, position...' it reads. "But Herr Admiral, that cannot be! Can it? The Titanic sank in 1912, it's 1941!"
Unknown the the officers and crew of the Bismarck, only a few miles away, on U-234, a very similar situation was unfolding: TFehler entered the bridge as the ship was slowly resurfacing, when he saw the silhouette of a big ship nearby, which was slowly turning on it's running lights, and even it's cabin lights. He however couldn't believe his eyes! It was clearly a Bismarck class battleship. "Herr Kaleun, RADAR reports three contacts, one very near!" the RADAR officer nearly screamed at him in fright. He had not detected the Bismarck yet, but as he turned around Fehler showed him the ship, and asked with his voice coated in both awe and sheer disbelieve: "Is that the Bismarck?!"
But before Fehler could say anything, the radio operator appeared. "Herr Kaleun, you won't believe me, but we got a distress signal by a ship called RMS Titanic..."
OOC: Thanks to Vnix for editing.
Fregattenkapitän Oels, stood on the bridge. Admiral Lütjens and Captain Lindemann had been killed, so he was in command. He heard a voice: "Herr Kapitän, we've shot the last shell." "I am ordering to scuttle the ship. The ship cannot be captured by the British." "Jawoll!"
Only a few minutes later, Matrosenobergefreiter Otto Schreiber was thrown to deck by yet another shell hitting the Bismarck. He was only slightly injured. When he was stood up again, he saw the charrred and mangled remains of what had once be his friend. "Jürgen! Jürgen!" he cried. Then he saw the torpedoes coming, and turned to his commanding officer whom stood next to him with an injury to his left arm. "Leutnant Hausburg, what will we do?" "Pray! ..." was the only answer the young officer could give. "Gegrüßet seist du, Maria, voll der Gnade," He heard his young commanding officer start to pray, and he started to pray as well: "Vater unser, der Du bist im Himmel, ..."
And at the very moment the torpedoes hit, the scuttling charges went up, ... everything turned dark.
10.05.1945, U-234, North Atlantic Ocean, 10:15:
Germany had surrendered. Only half a day ago Kapitänleutnant Fehler got the confirmation, as he could contact another Uboat. So it wasn't a ruse by the Allies. He knew, Hitler had died, and now the fatherland was in shambles. U-234 was alone. Should the mission be completed? For hours they had discussed, what to do. Going to Japan, as ordered previously, or surrendering, as ordered now? The Japanese officers and the Naval judge had voted to go to Japan, General Keßler had voted to surrender. Now he,had to act and order what to do. He stood up. "Gentlemen, I am the captain of this Uboat. I, and only I, will decide what we will do. We will..." And before he could finish his sentence, suddenly, everything went black.
14.04.1912, Crow's nest of RMS Titanic, 23:20:
The night was clear, and the sea calm, yet out of the blue two bright flashes occurred which would come to change everything ...
"Did you see that, Reginald?" Frederick Fleet said.
"Yes, I did. There was a flash. No. There is a second, but much smaller."
"We should report that."
"Bridge, this is Crow's nest, Lee speaking. Sir, we could observe two flashes on port..."
As everything remained dark, both spotters went ahead with their original task.
14.04.1912, about 15 nm away, 23:22:
"Where are we?" Otto Schreiber asked whilst and looked around as he woke up. Everything seemed to be in order, even the ready stock of the guns were there. What's going on here ... "I don't know." Fuck! That certainly was a voice he'd never expected to hear again. "Jürgen? Jürgen! You're alive. But I saw you die!"
"What? I do have a headache, but all I remember, is wanting to find some ammo ...Where are we? Where is the British fleet?" "I don't know." Otto answered, before asking: "Are we dead?"
First the was one light, then a second, a third, another and another. Slowly more and more lights started to illuminate the ship. On the bridge a flash light had illuminated the scene. Captain Lindemann could see his ship. "All station, situation report. On the double!" he ordered wondering what's going on. It just didn't make any bloody sense ... Were they dead? After all, he remembered his ship being slowly shot to bits.
Engine room reported, everything was working. The generators were starting to come alive again, and soon, the whole ship would be operational again. Slowly further reports came in, and surprisingly no damage had been found. And various persons, like Kapitän Netzband, whom he knew for a fact had been dead only a few minutes ago, were repported to be alive!
At the same time his navigators seemed to be unable to figure out where they were, at least initially, for the stars didn't correspond to their last known location, moreover, even having been adrift couldn't have done this. They seemed way off. And it definitely wasn't 10:20
"Herr Kapitän," he heard the voice of the man at the helm. "Is this a British trap?" Admiral Lütjens asked him as he looked at the admiral. "That might be a logical answer, but we're alive, the ship is repaired ... I don't know, how, nor why. Neither would I know why the Brits would sink us, heal us, fix the ship and then let us float around somewhere. Fully operational."
"Herr Admiral," Lindemann said, "we're receiving an SOS. A ship is near and sending a distress signal."
"What ship?" the Admiral wanted to know.
"They call themselves the RMS Titanic." Lindemann said as he moved to give the message to his commanding officer: 'SOS, RMS Titanic, we're sinking, position...' it reads. "But Herr Admiral, that cannot be! Can it? The Titanic sank in 1912, it's 1941!"
Unknown the the officers and crew of the Bismarck, only a few miles away, on U-234, a very similar situation was unfolding: TFehler entered the bridge as the ship was slowly resurfacing, when he saw the silhouette of a big ship nearby, which was slowly turning on it's running lights, and even it's cabin lights. He however couldn't believe his eyes! It was clearly a Bismarck class battleship. "Herr Kaleun, RADAR reports three contacts, one very near!" the RADAR officer nearly screamed at him in fright. He had not detected the Bismarck yet, but as he turned around Fehler showed him the ship, and asked with his voice coated in both awe and sheer disbelieve: "Is that the Bismarck?!"
But before Fehler could say anything, the radio operator appeared. "Herr Kaleun, you won't believe me, but we got a distress signal by a ship called RMS Titanic..."
OOC: Thanks to Vnix for editing.
You've got to feel sorry for a guy whose name literally means "mistake" or "flaw".
That aside, there's multiple instances where multiple people are speaking within the same paragraph, or speech is embedded in larger paragraphs, which can make things difficult to parse. It'd be better to break such paragraphs up and place each speaker in their own line, so it's easier for the reader to determine when the speaker changes.
For example;
Alternative version:
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- Hamburg, Germany
You're right. I will do so next time.
So - no WW1 ? war happened, becouse everybody excepted "short,victorious war". Now, nobody would be stupid enough to start it. Well, unles Kaiser Willy decide to conqer Europe with his new toys. And...it could work,if he wait,till maybe 1920 ? He need new army before other countries copy that. Not something which could be made in year.
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- Hamburg, Germany
Times will become interesting, for many people. You'll see. And yes, the Japanese will play a role.
Chapter I, Part 2: Help is coming
- Location
- Hamburg, Germany
14.04.1912, North Atlantic Ocean, 23:24:
On the bridge of Bismarck Fregattenkapitän Oels had just got word, there were two radar contacts some 15 nm from their position, but right as he tried to open his mouth to report on these contacts, something new popped up on his radar. There on his screen it showed a new contact. It was but barely 1 000m away, and it showed as a small contact, likely a submarine. And yet again before he could report, either on this newer ship, or even on the two bigger ships detected previously, something happened: signal rockets were fired by the new contact.
"What is this?!" Admiral Lütjens demanded as he stared at the signal rockets. It was but a moment later however he got the information he needed, the ship, or rather the submarine, started flashing something. As officer he could read morse code, but there was also another lieutenant, who translated.
"Uboat U-234 to battleship Bismarck. We must talk. But we need to save the Titanic first. I suggest to meet in square BC7315 tomorrow night. Kapitänleutnant Fehler, commander of U-234."
Lütjens was stunned. A German submarine, U-234? Quickly he roused himself from his stunned state and moved to his communications officer. "Signal them back. 'Message received. On our way to Titanic. Rendezvous at square BC7315 when possible.' "As the young communications officer ran of to signal back, Lütjens made his way to the radio room, and swiftly after the Bismarck started broadcasting radio messages to all ships nearby asking for help with Titanic.
The German battleship Bismarck was going to assist the RMS Titanic, a ship out of time, and an enemy to boot.
14.04.1912, about 15 nm away: 23:26:
Despite having rammed an iceberg the crew of the RMS Titanic had not yet started to launch the lifeboats. On the bridge Captain Smith saw lights in the distance, an unknown ship was approaching, and he could not hide his relief as he saw that. They were not yet doomed. At that very moment Jack Phillips, his radio officer, ran in and spoke: "Sir, a German battleship is nearby and on her way. They call themselves the Bismarck. She's on her way to help us and will arrive in a bit more than half an hour.
"Battleship Bismarck?" Captain Smith said more to himself. "Never heard of it! There was a cruiser called SMS Fürst Bismarck, IIRC."
"It doesn't matter, Sir." First officer Murdoch said. "We need all the assistance we can get."
"You're right!" he answered whilst commemorating his long life at sea. He'd spent his whole life at sea, he'd earned the right to call himself the captain of the newest and greatest ship in the world. And now this, a disaster! Still, he was the Captain and as such he would take charge, he'd take charge of the evacuation. Still he couldn't help but feel relief as he looked at the lights on the horizon again before he left the bridge.
At the same time on the bridge of the Bismarck Kapitän Lindemann was informed that another ship, the RMS Carpahia, was also en route in response to the distress signal.
"So it is true? This isn't a dream?" Lindemann spoke his thoughts loudly.
"I don't know if it's true or not, but we seem to be both living the very same dream." Lütjens remarked. "Anyway, we need to concentrate on rescuing survivors. I want every boat in the water, when we arrive. We need to rescue as many persons as possible."
"Herr Kapitän," Korvettenkapitän Neuendorf remarked, "we should order the band to play something to keep the people calm. On the Titanic they did so as well."
"Good suggestion. Make it so!" Lindemann replied.
15.04.1912, 00:08, RMS Titanic
Captain Smith returned to his bridge as he saw the battleship come closer. Even in darkness he could see, that this ship was unlike every other warship he had seen, and he'd never even heard about such a ship being built. And it would have taken years to be built. Could it have been hidden? Seems unlikely. Anyway, for now those thoughts were irrelevant. He had to save his passengers and crew. Hopefully the Admiralty knew more about the ship, as he had no time to think about it any longer. Indeed he was glad to see a ship coming to help. Now there was a chance, that everyone could be rescued.
On the bridge of the German warship Admiral Lütjens had a quite similar line of thought about the situation. He had no idea, what had happened, and worst of all, he had no time to think on it. Two German warships sent back in time, just to this moment. Why? And how? Or should he better ask who? The Lord? He breathed. He had no time. And he was sure, he would not find a logical answer. Only a few people might have idea, an idea of what MIGHT have happened. He was no such man. He had ordered the crew informed of the situation, he'd even remembered to add in orders on keeping any advanced technology a secret from the Titanic's crew and passengers.
It was a quick instruction, which was helped by the fact, that everyone knew the RMS Titanic. And to help that ship meant, that the men would think about other things first and not get the same crazy thoughts he had. Or, if they did, they had little time to actually think about it. Which is good, he mused. They'd time afterwards, and that won't be easy, but by then the evacuation of the Titanic would have finished and one had more time to talk about the situation.
Thanks to @vnixned2 for editing
On the bridge of Bismarck Fregattenkapitän Oels had just got word, there were two radar contacts some 15 nm from their position, but right as he tried to open his mouth to report on these contacts, something new popped up on his radar. There on his screen it showed a new contact. It was but barely 1 000m away, and it showed as a small contact, likely a submarine. And yet again before he could report, either on this newer ship, or even on the two bigger ships detected previously, something happened: signal rockets were fired by the new contact.
"What is this?!" Admiral Lütjens demanded as he stared at the signal rockets. It was but a moment later however he got the information he needed, the ship, or rather the submarine, started flashing something. As officer he could read morse code, but there was also another lieutenant, who translated.
"Uboat U-234 to battleship Bismarck. We must talk. But we need to save the Titanic first. I suggest to meet in square BC7315 tomorrow night. Kapitänleutnant Fehler, commander of U-234."
Lütjens was stunned. A German submarine, U-234? Quickly he roused himself from his stunned state and moved to his communications officer. "Signal them back. 'Message received. On our way to Titanic. Rendezvous at square BC7315 when possible.' "As the young communications officer ran of to signal back, Lütjens made his way to the radio room, and swiftly after the Bismarck started broadcasting radio messages to all ships nearby asking for help with Titanic.
The German battleship Bismarck was going to assist the RMS Titanic, a ship out of time, and an enemy to boot.
14.04.1912, about 15 nm away: 23:26:
Despite having rammed an iceberg the crew of the RMS Titanic had not yet started to launch the lifeboats. On the bridge Captain Smith saw lights in the distance, an unknown ship was approaching, and he could not hide his relief as he saw that. They were not yet doomed. At that very moment Jack Phillips, his radio officer, ran in and spoke: "Sir, a German battleship is nearby and on her way. They call themselves the Bismarck. She's on her way to help us and will arrive in a bit more than half an hour.
"Battleship Bismarck?" Captain Smith said more to himself. "Never heard of it! There was a cruiser called SMS Fürst Bismarck, IIRC."
"It doesn't matter, Sir." First officer Murdoch said. "We need all the assistance we can get."
"You're right!" he answered whilst commemorating his long life at sea. He'd spent his whole life at sea, he'd earned the right to call himself the captain of the newest and greatest ship in the world. And now this, a disaster! Still, he was the Captain and as such he would take charge, he'd take charge of the evacuation. Still he couldn't help but feel relief as he looked at the lights on the horizon again before he left the bridge.
At the same time on the bridge of the Bismarck Kapitän Lindemann was informed that another ship, the RMS Carpahia, was also en route in response to the distress signal.
"So it is true? This isn't a dream?" Lindemann spoke his thoughts loudly.
"I don't know if it's true or not, but we seem to be both living the very same dream." Lütjens remarked. "Anyway, we need to concentrate on rescuing survivors. I want every boat in the water, when we arrive. We need to rescue as many persons as possible."
"Herr Kapitän," Korvettenkapitän Neuendorf remarked, "we should order the band to play something to keep the people calm. On the Titanic they did so as well."
"Good suggestion. Make it so!" Lindemann replied.
15.04.1912, 00:08, RMS Titanic
Captain Smith returned to his bridge as he saw the battleship come closer. Even in darkness he could see, that this ship was unlike every other warship he had seen, and he'd never even heard about such a ship being built. And it would have taken years to be built. Could it have been hidden? Seems unlikely. Anyway, for now those thoughts were irrelevant. He had to save his passengers and crew. Hopefully the Admiralty knew more about the ship, as he had no time to think about it any longer. Indeed he was glad to see a ship coming to help. Now there was a chance, that everyone could be rescued.
On the bridge of the German warship Admiral Lütjens had a quite similar line of thought about the situation. He had no idea, what had happened, and worst of all, he had no time to think on it. Two German warships sent back in time, just to this moment. Why? And how? Or should he better ask who? The Lord? He breathed. He had no time. And he was sure, he would not find a logical answer. Only a few people might have idea, an idea of what MIGHT have happened. He was no such man. He had ordered the crew informed of the situation, he'd even remembered to add in orders on keeping any advanced technology a secret from the Titanic's crew and passengers.
It was a quick instruction, which was helped by the fact, that everyone knew the RMS Titanic. And to help that ship meant, that the men would think about other things first and not get the same crazy thoughts he had. Or, if they did, they had little time to actually think about it. Which is good, he mused. They'd time afterwards, and that won't be easy, but by then the evacuation of the Titanic would have finished and one had more time to talk about the situation.
Thanks to @vnixned2 for editing
It would be better to write: "if I remember correctly."
Abbreviations might be useful but in a dialogue, especially if they are anachronistic for the speaker, they are a bit SOD breaking.
Ridli Scott
(Verified acid sweater mutant)
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- The Periphery
Ok, it is official. By some weird forum shenanigan I don't receive any @Tyr Anazasi 's story alert.
Yes, please, that broke part of the atmosphere around the action taken place in the chapter.
Yes, please, that broke part of the atmosphere around the action taken place in the chapter.
KlinkerKing
Man bites dog?
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- The Lion's Den
How are these ships kitted? Do they have the Kaiserliche Marine's kit or are they still flying Kriegsmarine colours?
vnixned2
Sailor
- Location
- Bellanda
Correct me if I am wrong, but at the time (ie. 40-45) it was not permitted for military ships to fly old colours. So based on that they would still fly the Nazi ensign:
WARNING NAZI FLAG IN SPOILER.
Though it won't be impossible for the two ships to still have some old flags aboard, but it is unlikely. Honestly though, I do like the look of the nazi flag a lot, don't like what it stands for obviously, but it looks good
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- Location
- Hamburg, Germany
Indeed the old, imperial flag was not banned. Until the 1960s the German fleet did still celebrate the day of the battle of Jutland, also in these days. So these ships would have one of the old flags on board.
Ridli Scott
(Verified acid sweater mutant)
- Location
- The Periphery
Correct me if I am wrong, but at the time (ie. 40-45) it was not permitted for military ships to fly old colours. So based on that they would still fly the Nazi ensign:
WARNING NAZI FLAG IN SPOILER.
Though it won't be impossible for the two ships to still have some old flags aboard, but it is unlikely. Honestly though, I do like the look of the nazi flag a lot, don't like what it stands for obviously, but it looks good
I think good old PPaul wrote that the captain gave one of the officials an old flag he carried, from his first ship, to raise it instead the "new" one. But not sure 100%, maybe was the admiral.
vnixned2
Sailor
- Location
- Bellanda
Wasn't the Republican flag banned though? Not that it's needed for the story, but I thought I read that somewhere
- Location
- Hamburg, Germany
Never heard about that. True, that flag was abolished, but banned?
vnixned2
Sailor
- Location
- Bellanda
as I said, read it somewhere and cannot even remember the source
The Titanic happened two years before WWI though, and Jutland obviously during it. The flag carried at both would have been the imperial one.
Chapter I, Part 3: Rescue Operation
- Location
- Hamburg, Germany
15.04.1912, 01:06, very near to RMS Titanic (by PPaul16)
Seamen Otto Schreiber and Jürgen Graf gently bobbed up and down in one of the Bismarck's lifeboats in the cold but calm North Atlantic waters. They were waiting for another boat to fill before they could move into position to offload passengers from the sinking Titanic.
"I tell you Jürgen, you were dead, I saw it with my own eyes, in fact I can't get that horrible image out of my mind…" said Otto as he looked between his friend and the massive sinking ship "But now you're alive and well and I'm looking at the Titanic with my own eyes…"
"Well I feel alive now and don't remember being dead." Replied Jürgen "Do you really think we are in 1912? I wonder what is going on in Germany. I wonder if my parents are there, I would be older than them now."
Their conversation was interrupted by Leutnant Hausburg in charge of their boat who ordered them to begin rowing into position as the previous boat pulled away. "Remember our orders men, keep the communication with the passengers to a minimum. No talk of us being from the future or anything like that!" he commanded.
15:04.1912, 01:56, bridge of RMS Titanic
"Mr. Andrews, Mr. Ismay, you're the last passengers on board." Captain Smith said. "I am ordering you finally to leave the ship, as the evacuation is nearly over."
"Indeed the orchestra has taken their boat. Chief engineer Bell and his men are taking theirs. That means, there will be soon no electricity for the pumps." First Officer Murdoch arrived with these news. Andrews and Ismay went to the last boat.
"Captain, there is nobody left. Please, come with me to the boat." Murdoch said to the Captain, who stood alone on the bridge looking into darkness.
"What about the poor souls, trapped in the flooded parts of the ship?" Smith asked.
"Sir, whether you go down with the ship or not, you can't help them. You have prevented a much greater catastrophe. It could have been much worse. So very much worse. It's a miracle, that you succeeded to rescue anyone at all." Murdoch tried to convince his captain.
"Well, no miracle. That German battleship was the miracle. I didn't do much." He answered.
"That's not true Sir. You kept this ship afloat for such a long time."
Captain Smith looked on to the cold and dark sea again. He breathed. He needed a moment to consider the next step to take. Going down with the ship would avoid the inquiry to come, and a captain should go down with his ship. He should go down with his ship, shouldn't he? But wouldn't it also be cowardly, somehow? He wasn't a coward, and as the last person, he had no duty to go down with the ship. He just nodded to his first officer, and both men hurried to the last life boat, for they hadn't much time left.
Shortly after the electricity stopped working and the ship started to move.
15.04.1912, Bridge of Bismarck, 01:59:
Captain Lindemann looked through his binoculars. "It seems, Captain Smith decided to leave his ship. He seems to be the very last." He remarked.
"What would you have done?" Lütjens asked him softly and solemnly.
"That's a question every captain, and every naval officer, should ask himself." Lindemann replied, as he took a moment of silence before he continued: "A few hours ago I was prepared to go down with this ship. But that was in battle. Here we're in peace. Here he's the last. He doesn't need to die. He doesn't need to prevent the capture of his own ship by the enemy."
"I agree. He'll have to face the music at home, and he'll certainly take part of the blame. He knows it, and I think I know his thoughts: He thinks, what he could have done to prevent this. Or at least, those were my thoughts in the last minutes of the battle." Lütjens said before he looked straight into Lindemann's eyes and continued frankly, "You were right. We should have sank the HMS George V* and then sailed home."
A young Leutnant named Richter stopped the conversion, when he returned with a book from the library. "Herr Admiral, it seems there is another ship near, the SS Californian. She however seemed to have her radio switched off at night."
"I guess a 38 cm shell in front of her bow would a good reason to switch the radio on." Lindemann remarked with a small glimmer in his eye.
"I'd like to think and do so, but there are too many people on deck. Moreover, as we seem to be from the future, we should not reveal that we can fire accurately at night." Lütjens sighed. "It's 1912 and they don't use radio like we do. Erm, will do? Would have done? Anyway, you know, what I mean." Just thinking about time travel seemed to give him a headache.
"Herr Admiral," a radio officer appeared on the bridge, "we've managed to contact another ship, the SS Mount Temple. And the SS Frankfurt is also assisting us. Neither ship will be here until morning though.
"That's still helpful. Hopefully they can accommodate our passengers. I'd rather go back home as fast as possible, and skip any visit in New York or Halifax." The Admiral said.
"BTW lieutenant, I want you to go into by quarters and from the bulkhead remove the old imperial flag there and replace our ensign with it. And make sure you are careful with it! It is the old flag of the SMS Bayern which thankfully could be saved before the ship was scuttled." Lütjens ordered the lieutenant whom had just before appeared on the bridge.
"Admiral. We should launch some flares. We might be able to contact the Californian, or perhaps another ship." Lindemann suggested. The admiral just nodded. He just hoped the survivors would not look too thoroughly at the ship.
* The Germans believed at first, the other ship would have been the HMS King George V, as they never thought, the British would send such a new ship against them.
15.04.1912, North Atlantic Ocean, 02:17:
As the Titanic sank with the Bismarck still illuminating the scene with her searchlights, suddenly the stern of the giant ship began to lift into the air. Slowly at first, but then faster, higher and higher. Surprisingly the ship tilted back onto the water for a moment only to capsize and slip beneath the waves. Of the once great ship Titanic, only debris remained. Debris of a ship which but hours before had been the greatest ocean liner in history. It was a tragic sight to see, and as such the band of the Bismarck, which had played joyful music before, but stopped playing. It seemed, nobody made any noise. Time seemed to be stopped for this moment. Only the cameras of the war correspondents on Bismarck and some photographers, most of them from the Bismarck, but also some from the Titanic, were busy.
For a full two minutes after the Titanic slipped beneath the waves no one made a sound. Not even the last few rowers in the water made a sound for they too had taken the time to honour her. The officers and crew of both the Titanic and the Bismarck on deck stood there saluting. It was then that one young officer quietly started singing: "Ich hatt' einen Kameraden …" Tte band of Bismarck followed suit and joined in to play "Der gute Kamerad".
Not everyone was already on the Bismarck, some few boats were still on the water. In one of them Otto and Jürgen were rowing back to Bismarck after taking a small break when she sank. As they rowed they could hear the voice of an old man praying on German for the souls lost. Then he started to bless the crew of the launch and the German warship. It was Father Peruschitz, who would become a silent hero of the catastrophe. It was him, who warned the 3rd class passengers, that the ship was sinking. He went to every cabin to look for the people and was sitting in the last boat with passengers. Together with him there were mostly Irish sitting in the boat.
"You're from Germany?" Otto asked, as he was surprised to hear a German speaking priest.
"Yes, I am. I am from Bavaria. I am Father Peruschitz." The priest answered. "Where are you from?
"Weimar." Otto replied. Fort he first time he had to think of home. A home no longer existing. Or did it ever existed? It didn't mean much, as it was lost.
His thoughts were, luckily, disturbed by the priest. "Then you're not catholic?"
"No." Otto shook his head.
"That's alright. We don't mind you rescuing us anyhow." The priest replied and laughed. Quickly he thought to translate into the Irish, who, before he even managed to finish, started to laugh as well.
In this moment Jürgen leaned over to Otto and whispered. "In the time we're from most of them would be dead by now. But they don't have any clue about that." He looked at the passengers, who still laughed.
"They faced death, but now they're laughing in a small nutshell somewhere on the Atlantic Ocean." Otto mumbled.
"Well, a few hours ago I was dead…" Jürgen muttered.
Lieutenant Hausburg looked at them grimly. They stopped talking and rowed. Soon they would reach their ship and saviour, the German battleship Bismarck.
Again thanks to @vnixned2 for editing.
Seamen Otto Schreiber and Jürgen Graf gently bobbed up and down in one of the Bismarck's lifeboats in the cold but calm North Atlantic waters. They were waiting for another boat to fill before they could move into position to offload passengers from the sinking Titanic.
"I tell you Jürgen, you were dead, I saw it with my own eyes, in fact I can't get that horrible image out of my mind…" said Otto as he looked between his friend and the massive sinking ship "But now you're alive and well and I'm looking at the Titanic with my own eyes…"
"Well I feel alive now and don't remember being dead." Replied Jürgen "Do you really think we are in 1912? I wonder what is going on in Germany. I wonder if my parents are there, I would be older than them now."
Their conversation was interrupted by Leutnant Hausburg in charge of their boat who ordered them to begin rowing into position as the previous boat pulled away. "Remember our orders men, keep the communication with the passengers to a minimum. No talk of us being from the future or anything like that!" he commanded.
15:04.1912, 01:56, bridge of RMS Titanic
"Mr. Andrews, Mr. Ismay, you're the last passengers on board." Captain Smith said. "I am ordering you finally to leave the ship, as the evacuation is nearly over."
"Indeed the orchestra has taken their boat. Chief engineer Bell and his men are taking theirs. That means, there will be soon no electricity for the pumps." First Officer Murdoch arrived with these news. Andrews and Ismay went to the last boat.
"Captain, there is nobody left. Please, come with me to the boat." Murdoch said to the Captain, who stood alone on the bridge looking into darkness.
"What about the poor souls, trapped in the flooded parts of the ship?" Smith asked.
"Sir, whether you go down with the ship or not, you can't help them. You have prevented a much greater catastrophe. It could have been much worse. So very much worse. It's a miracle, that you succeeded to rescue anyone at all." Murdoch tried to convince his captain.
"Well, no miracle. That German battleship was the miracle. I didn't do much." He answered.
"That's not true Sir. You kept this ship afloat for such a long time."
Captain Smith looked on to the cold and dark sea again. He breathed. He needed a moment to consider the next step to take. Going down with the ship would avoid the inquiry to come, and a captain should go down with his ship. He should go down with his ship, shouldn't he? But wouldn't it also be cowardly, somehow? He wasn't a coward, and as the last person, he had no duty to go down with the ship. He just nodded to his first officer, and both men hurried to the last life boat, for they hadn't much time left.
Shortly after the electricity stopped working and the ship started to move.
15.04.1912, Bridge of Bismarck, 01:59:
Captain Lindemann looked through his binoculars. "It seems, Captain Smith decided to leave his ship. He seems to be the very last." He remarked.
"What would you have done?" Lütjens asked him softly and solemnly.
"That's a question every captain, and every naval officer, should ask himself." Lindemann replied, as he took a moment of silence before he continued: "A few hours ago I was prepared to go down with this ship. But that was in battle. Here we're in peace. Here he's the last. He doesn't need to die. He doesn't need to prevent the capture of his own ship by the enemy."
"I agree. He'll have to face the music at home, and he'll certainly take part of the blame. He knows it, and I think I know his thoughts: He thinks, what he could have done to prevent this. Or at least, those were my thoughts in the last minutes of the battle." Lütjens said before he looked straight into Lindemann's eyes and continued frankly, "You were right. We should have sank the HMS George V* and then sailed home."
A young Leutnant named Richter stopped the conversion, when he returned with a book from the library. "Herr Admiral, it seems there is another ship near, the SS Californian. She however seemed to have her radio switched off at night."
"I guess a 38 cm shell in front of her bow would a good reason to switch the radio on." Lindemann remarked with a small glimmer in his eye.
"I'd like to think and do so, but there are too many people on deck. Moreover, as we seem to be from the future, we should not reveal that we can fire accurately at night." Lütjens sighed. "It's 1912 and they don't use radio like we do. Erm, will do? Would have done? Anyway, you know, what I mean." Just thinking about time travel seemed to give him a headache.
"Herr Admiral," a radio officer appeared on the bridge, "we've managed to contact another ship, the SS Mount Temple. And the SS Frankfurt is also assisting us. Neither ship will be here until morning though.
"That's still helpful. Hopefully they can accommodate our passengers. I'd rather go back home as fast as possible, and skip any visit in New York or Halifax." The Admiral said.
"BTW lieutenant, I want you to go into by quarters and from the bulkhead remove the old imperial flag there and replace our ensign with it. And make sure you are careful with it! It is the old flag of the SMS Bayern which thankfully could be saved before the ship was scuttled." Lütjens ordered the lieutenant whom had just before appeared on the bridge.
"Admiral. We should launch some flares. We might be able to contact the Californian, or perhaps another ship." Lindemann suggested. The admiral just nodded. He just hoped the survivors would not look too thoroughly at the ship.
* The Germans believed at first, the other ship would have been the HMS King George V, as they never thought, the British would send such a new ship against them.
15.04.1912, North Atlantic Ocean, 02:17:
As the Titanic sank with the Bismarck still illuminating the scene with her searchlights, suddenly the stern of the giant ship began to lift into the air. Slowly at first, but then faster, higher and higher. Surprisingly the ship tilted back onto the water for a moment only to capsize and slip beneath the waves. Of the once great ship Titanic, only debris remained. Debris of a ship which but hours before had been the greatest ocean liner in history. It was a tragic sight to see, and as such the band of the Bismarck, which had played joyful music before, but stopped playing. It seemed, nobody made any noise. Time seemed to be stopped for this moment. Only the cameras of the war correspondents on Bismarck and some photographers, most of them from the Bismarck, but also some from the Titanic, were busy.
For a full two minutes after the Titanic slipped beneath the waves no one made a sound. Not even the last few rowers in the water made a sound for they too had taken the time to honour her. The officers and crew of both the Titanic and the Bismarck on deck stood there saluting. It was then that one young officer quietly started singing: "Ich hatt' einen Kameraden …" Tte band of Bismarck followed suit and joined in to play "Der gute Kamerad".
Not everyone was already on the Bismarck, some few boats were still on the water. In one of them Otto and Jürgen were rowing back to Bismarck after taking a small break when she sank. As they rowed they could hear the voice of an old man praying on German for the souls lost. Then he started to bless the crew of the launch and the German warship. It was Father Peruschitz, who would become a silent hero of the catastrophe. It was him, who warned the 3rd class passengers, that the ship was sinking. He went to every cabin to look for the people and was sitting in the last boat with passengers. Together with him there were mostly Irish sitting in the boat.
"You're from Germany?" Otto asked, as he was surprised to hear a German speaking priest.
"Yes, I am. I am from Bavaria. I am Father Peruschitz." The priest answered. "Where are you from?
"Weimar." Otto replied. Fort he first time he had to think of home. A home no longer existing. Or did it ever existed? It didn't mean much, as it was lost.
His thoughts were, luckily, disturbed by the priest. "Then you're not catholic?"
"No." Otto shook his head.
"That's alright. We don't mind you rescuing us anyhow." The priest replied and laughed. Quickly he thought to translate into the Irish, who, before he even managed to finish, started to laugh as well.
In this moment Jürgen leaned over to Otto and whispered. "In the time we're from most of them would be dead by now. But they don't have any clue about that." He looked at the passengers, who still laughed.
"They faced death, but now they're laughing in a small nutshell somewhere on the Atlantic Ocean." Otto mumbled.
"Well, a few hours ago I was dead…" Jürgen muttered.
Lieutenant Hausburg looked at them grimly. They stopped talking and rowed. Soon they would reach their ship and saviour, the German battleship Bismarck.
Again thanks to @vnixned2 for editing.
- Location
- Hamburg, Germany
I need to give PPaul credit for much of the last post (again). It's not easy to use stuff from another person, but as I decided to restart it, i needed to do so. But the more the story moves on, the more own ideas are presented, the less ideas of PPaul are in this story. Also to honour him, Leutnant Hausburg is named after him. Unfortunately nobody had seen this until now.
- Location
- Hamburg, Germany
Der gute Kamerad (aka Ich hatt' einen Kameraden).
- Status