- Location
- New York
I feel situations like this are why we need a "high-five" tag.
Changing Destiny (Kancolle)
- Thread starter Skywalker_T-65
- Start date
I feel situations like this are why we need a "high-five" tag.
Begins praying.
Please make it before my internet dies.
Please make it before my internet dies.
Please make it before my internet dies.
Shaithan
Re-class is happiest class
- Location
- The worst part of Germany
Kongou-ratulations!
Skywalker_T-65
Writer with too many ideas.
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- Plural/They/He/Her
And delayed because I crashed hard last night (must have been everything catching up to me at once) or not...preview before I head to my lab.
Remember when I said this wouldn't be fun?
I wasn't joking.
"Congratulations are in order, Admiral. Bismarck is finally ready for service."
Admiral Schreiber wore a small smile as he nodded at Admiral Raeder, "Ja. She will not disappoint, I am certain of that."
"Of course. You know what failure will do, after all." Raeder's smile was every bit as thin as Schreiber's...and every bit as faked.
Both men likely knew that the other one was faking their smile. If for entirely different reasons in this case.
Schreiber didn't let his drop though, even after Raeder gave him a short nod and moved away. His superior had likely worn his false smile to emphasize to the time-traveler that failure would mean the end of the Kriegsmarine. Schreiber wore his own for a much different cause, his eyes trailing over the men gathered in the repurposed hotel lobby. Nazi uniforms from both the navy and the SS littered the area. A celebration of and for Bismarck, the pride of the Navy. One that had been planned as a stroke of propaganda to make up for the loss of Gneisenau and Admiral Lütjens to the British. A loss that had stung many in Germany and one that Schreiber had not expected.
And a loss that had made this gathering possible for another reason.
A warning. A warning that if I should fail, I will not be returning.
Death or glory.
Well, Schreiber could hardly say he wasn't expecting something like that. Failure in his own plans was never an option, and that it was an official warning now hardly changed that at all. He couldn't fail...either at his own goals or at the mission given to him by the Nazi command. To fail was to die.
He knew that better than anyone, as the sound of footsteps echoed in his ears.
"Admiral, if you would follow me please?"
Schreiber turned his head, his small smile turning distinctly brittle. He didn't recognize the man in front of him and it was entirely possible that man didn't recognize him either. But the stylized SS on his uniform lapel told the old Admiral everything he needed to know.
"Of course," Schreiber inclined his head slightly, turning fully to face the young man in an SS uniform. "I presume you have a reason for asking this?"
The SS officer's face twisted into a smile of his own, one that had Schreiber distinctly uncomfortable, "Just following my orders, Herr Admiral. Please, follow me."
Without another word, the SS officer spun on his heel and started marching towards the group of dignitaries. The sharp clack of his boots on the flooring was loud and distinctive.
It sent a chill down Schreiber's spine with each step.
This was something that he had never forgotten. The sound of boots stomping in formation down a road, men in uniforms that were tightly fit and marked them as part of a government that cared nothing for her citizens. Oh yes...the Admiral was quite familiar with that sound as he followed the SS officer. It didn't matter if it was the hated sound of the SS or of the Nationale Volksarmee marching through his hometown. It was always the same.
Schreiber's brittle smile was directed at men congratulating him on successfully making Bismarck and Blücher into proper warships. His own footsteps much softer than the goose-step of the SS officer. His slow breaths kept as steady as if he was with either of his warships.
All done to cover the very real nerves running through his body as he slipped through the crowd of congratulatory men, and reached a place where only a handful of older men stood. Each of them, save for one, staring at him with varying degrees of emotion. Congratulatory smiles were present, as were suspicious and jealous glances. Even similarly small and false smiles as his own were represented. All...save for one man who had his back to the Admiral, staring out at where Bismarck and Blücher sat at rest in the harbor.
"I have retrieved Admiral Schreiber as requested, sir." The SS man drew attention back to himself, as he stood at attention beside the shorter man staring at the warships.
"Then you are dismissed, Oberleutnant."
Schreiber would recognize the voice that spoke those words anywhere, even if the tone were softer and lacked the angry raging he was familiar with. For as the man turned around to face him…
The Admiral stared into the dark eyes of one of the greatest monsters in human history.
"Welcome, Admiral Schreiber. I believe this is the first time we have met?" That oily voice spoke again, lips twitching beneath a small moustache. Dark eyes boring directly into the time-traveler, observing him and looking for even the slightest hesitation.
"It is an honor to meet you...Mein Führer."
Admiral Schreiber wore a small smile as he nodded at Admiral Raeder, "Ja. She will not disappoint, I am certain of that."
"Of course. You know what failure will do, after all." Raeder's smile was every bit as thin as Schreiber's...and every bit as faked.
Both men likely knew that the other one was faking their smile. If for entirely different reasons in this case.
Schreiber didn't let his drop though, even after Raeder gave him a short nod and moved away. His superior had likely worn his false smile to emphasize to the time-traveler that failure would mean the end of the Kriegsmarine. Schreiber wore his own for a much different cause, his eyes trailing over the men gathered in the repurposed hotel lobby. Nazi uniforms from both the navy and the SS littered the area. A celebration of and for Bismarck, the pride of the Navy. One that had been planned as a stroke of propaganda to make up for the loss of Gneisenau and Admiral Lütjens to the British. A loss that had stung many in Germany and one that Schreiber had not expected.
And a loss that had made this gathering possible for another reason.
A warning. A warning that if I should fail, I will not be returning.
Death or glory.
Well, Schreiber could hardly say he wasn't expecting something like that. Failure in his own plans was never an option, and that it was an official warning now hardly changed that at all. He couldn't fail...either at his own goals or at the mission given to him by the Nazi command. To fail was to die.
He knew that better than anyone, as the sound of footsteps echoed in his ears.
"Admiral, if you would follow me please?"
Schreiber turned his head, his small smile turning distinctly brittle. He didn't recognize the man in front of him and it was entirely possible that man didn't recognize him either. But the stylized SS on his uniform lapel told the old Admiral everything he needed to know.
"Of course," Schreiber inclined his head slightly, turning fully to face the young man in an SS uniform. "I presume you have a reason for asking this?"
The SS officer's face twisted into a smile of his own, one that had Schreiber distinctly uncomfortable, "Just following my orders, Herr Admiral. Please, follow me."
Without another word, the SS officer spun on his heel and started marching towards the group of dignitaries. The sharp clack of his boots on the flooring was loud and distinctive.
It sent a chill down Schreiber's spine with each step.
This was something that he had never forgotten. The sound of boots stomping in formation down a road, men in uniforms that were tightly fit and marked them as part of a government that cared nothing for her citizens. Oh yes...the Admiral was quite familiar with that sound as he followed the SS officer. It didn't matter if it was the hated sound of the SS or of the Nationale Volksarmee marching through his hometown. It was always the same.
Schreiber's brittle smile was directed at men congratulating him on successfully making Bismarck and Blücher into proper warships. His own footsteps much softer than the goose-step of the SS officer. His slow breaths kept as steady as if he was with either of his warships.
All done to cover the very real nerves running through his body as he slipped through the crowd of congratulatory men, and reached a place where only a handful of older men stood. Each of them, save for one, staring at him with varying degrees of emotion. Congratulatory smiles were present, as were suspicious and jealous glances. Even similarly small and false smiles as his own were represented. All...save for one man who had his back to the Admiral, staring out at where Bismarck and Blücher sat at rest in the harbor.
"I have retrieved Admiral Schreiber as requested, sir." The SS man drew attention back to himself, as he stood at attention beside the shorter man staring at the warships.
"Then you are dismissed, Oberleutnant."
Schreiber would recognize the voice that spoke those words anywhere, even if the tone were softer and lacked the angry raging he was familiar with. For as the man turned around to face him…
The Admiral stared into the dark eyes of one of the greatest monsters in human history.
"Welcome, Admiral Schreiber. I believe this is the first time we have met?" That oily voice spoke again, lips twitching beneath a small moustache. Dark eyes boring directly into the time-traveler, observing him and looking for even the slightest hesitation.
"It is an honor to meet you...Mein Führer."
Remember when I said this wouldn't be fun?
I wasn't joking.
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Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Whelp. Time for Schreiber to spend some time in the sunlamp. One can only hope he doesn't burn up.
Yeeeaaah. :| The urge to do something...unwise...is likely rather strong for Schreiber.
- Location
- New York
You find yourself in a room with Hitler. What do?
> Right hand salute
> Operaton Valkyrie
> Improvise
- Location
- Texas
Well shit the good admiral just incountered the boss battle in terms of brassholes , also anyone else read Hitler's description in the darkest dungeon announcer voice ?
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Czlyydwr Llrngwl
"Sell ya a door Learn gull," Czly/Celly for short
- Location
- Where the Beef is
- Pronouns
- Any
Bah, if it's not fighting uber-telekinetic Eva Braun in a Horten H.IX (aka Ho 229) transformed into a giant robot, it's a pretty tame Operation Valkyrie boss battle. He'd be highly unlikely to get more than one shot off even if he's carrying a sidearm at the moment anyway, and you'd really have to take out Goering and a couple of the other top dudes whose names escape me at the moment too to really knock the worst shit off the rails.
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Ivan the Not-so-Terrible
AH MEW CHEEKI BREEKI I V DAMKE
- Location
- Mikonyan’s USSR
[X] Quote The Great Dictator at him.
Because you can't do Springtime for Hitler properly without multiple singers.
EDIT: How the fuck did I forget the best option
[X] Punch him right in Der Fuehrer's Face
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- Location
- State of Denial
Well, I had been expecting this when the celebratory situation was explained, and the SS officer improved that expectation, but that was a well done introduction.
Sir_Braazmiir
Tiefling Paladin
- Location
- Wherever I am
Welp, here's hoping that Godwin's Law of Time Travel fails to apply.
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- Location
- Texas
well two good things can come out of this
1. He can get hitler wasting more money on surface ships by getting him riled up by comparing Bismarck and Iowa (she was public knowledge at this time right ?, at least the whole "new American battleship " part )
2. Or He can get on the single most powerful man in Germany's list of "good officers/ friends "
1. He can get hitler wasting more money on surface ships by getting him riled up by comparing Bismarck and Iowa (she was public knowledge at this time right ?, at least the whole "new American battleship " part )
2. Or He can get on the single most powerful man in Germany's list of "good officers/ friends "
- Location
- Australia
Godwin's Law is as follows: The longer a discussion on the internet continues, the probability that Hitler will be mentioned will continue to approach one. I don't see how Godwin's law applies here.
Sir_Braazmiir
Tiefling Paladin
- Location
- Wherever I am
I meant Godwin's Law of Time Travel. Derp on my end.
- Location
- Australia
Looks like Godwin gets a lot of law-making mileage out of Hitler.
- Location
- North Carolina
Oh joy, this is going to be fun.
CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
Part of me wants to brace for impact. Another wants to make Doctor Strangelove jokes. I have a feeling I may be messed up somewhere in there…
Sir_Braazmiir
Tiefling Paladin
- Location
- Wherever I am
Save the jokes for the Cold War.
- Location
- Pacific NW
Well, this is before the whole Barbarossa adventure and major Italian fumbles in Greece and Africa, so Der Korporal isn't going to be fully rabid at this point. At this point the worst thing to do would be to play the toady. Alot of the worst decisions taken were the result of the toadies in the HQ staff not wanting to give Hitler bad news so they passed on incomplete or partial information in strategy briefings.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
On the other, pre-Barbarossa 1941 was the height of Hitler's reputation of infallibility and knowing-all. Austria, annexed without comment. Czechoslovakia, emptily guaranteed then also annexed. Poland, not defended. France, overrun. And (soon, by most estimates) Britain, cowed. Hitler had proven the skeptical high command wrong on every call. Defiance, an already risky proposition to a triumphant Führer from a navy on thin ice, is going to have to be handled extremely carefully.
Shaithan
Re-class is happiest class
- Location
- The worst part of Germany
A SS-man would be Obersturmführer.
The SS had its own ranks and was quite insistent on them being used.
Other than that, well, Schreiber has his work cut for him. Hitler is dangerous. Hell, there is still a fight going on in the Navy, Dönitz is raring for a chance to scrap the surface fleet and focus on the U-Boats.