Goering read through the intelligence reports, and sighed.
'Schmidt, you piece of scheisse,' he...
'Schmidt, you piece of scheisse,' he...
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Part One: Origin of Evil
The Bird
tEM IS GUD...RITER!
- Location
- In that den of villains and scum, OKLAHOMA
Goering read through the intelligence reports, and sighed.
'Schmidt, you piece of scheisse,' he thought, frowning. When the Fuhrer had learned about the betrayal of Schmidt and the HYDRA-Abteilung, he had been furious, demanding Schmidt's head on a platter. Literally, on a platter.
Unfortunately, it appeared they had been beaten to the punch. Apparently the american uber-soldat, Captain America, had managed to beat the Red Skull and crash his personal ship in the arctic. So far, nothing had been recovered, but both the Captain and Schmidt were gone.
It was then that the person Goering had hoped to see entered his office. "You wished to see me?" Said the scientist.
"Strasse. Good to see you. Sit down, sit down." Goering gestured to the seats in front of his desk. "We have much to talk about." The scientist did so, his movements stiff and uncomfortable.
Goering picked up another file. "Robotics, medicine, computing technologies. The Fuhrer is impressed. Tell me, where did you get your degree?" Goering asked, attempting to break the ice a bit as he sized up the man in front of him.
Middle aged. Heavily scarred due to a recent...incident. The man fidgeted, almost as if he was not comfortable in his own skin.
"Vienna." Strasse said, idly scratching at one of the scars on his face. Goering nodded.
"Interesting. You come highly recommended by your peers." He continued, noting the confused look on the scientists face.
"Recommended? For what?" Strasse asked.
"....Tell me, how much do you know about Johann Schmidt and the HYDRA-Abteilung?"
The scientist furrowed his brows. "The experimental weapons division? Is that what this is about? I know of them. I am not… particularly fond. Are you offering me a position there?" Goering shook his head at this, and slid another file across his desk.
"Sadly, no. HYDRA is no more. Its leader and its members have betrayed the fatherland, and those who survived have gone into hiding. However, in their death throes, they killed....several important people. Among them Himmler." Strasse looked alarmed at that. Natural. It hadn't been spread around much.
"No, you are not joining HYDRA. Instead, the Fuhrer has seen fit to award you a command of your own. Specifically, as Germany's new Reichsführer."
"Of course, you don't have to accept. If you feel the position is...unsuited to you, we can always find someone els-"
"I'll take it." Strasse said, a glint in his eye. "I assume I'll be getting new offices? And control over all the SS's labs?" He said, a greedy look on his face, as well as something else Goering couldn't quite put.
"Y-yes, you will. Very well, I will inform the Fuhrer of your acceptance...." Goering said, shivering. Because at that point, for the first time since he had walked into Goering's office, Wilhelm 'Deathshead' Strasse had smiled.
'Schmidt, you piece of scheisse,' he thought, frowning. When the Fuhrer had learned about the betrayal of Schmidt and the HYDRA-Abteilung, he had been furious, demanding Schmidt's head on a platter. Literally, on a platter.
Unfortunately, it appeared they had been beaten to the punch. Apparently the american uber-soldat, Captain America, had managed to beat the Red Skull and crash his personal ship in the arctic. So far, nothing had been recovered, but both the Captain and Schmidt were gone.
It was then that the person Goering had hoped to see entered his office. "You wished to see me?" Said the scientist.
"Strasse. Good to see you. Sit down, sit down." Goering gestured to the seats in front of his desk. "We have much to talk about." The scientist did so, his movements stiff and uncomfortable.
Goering picked up another file. "Robotics, medicine, computing technologies. The Fuhrer is impressed. Tell me, where did you get your degree?" Goering asked, attempting to break the ice a bit as he sized up the man in front of him.
Middle aged. Heavily scarred due to a recent...incident. The man fidgeted, almost as if he was not comfortable in his own skin.
"Vienna." Strasse said, idly scratching at one of the scars on his face. Goering nodded.
"Interesting. You come highly recommended by your peers." He continued, noting the confused look on the scientists face.
"Recommended? For what?" Strasse asked.
"....Tell me, how much do you know about Johann Schmidt and the HYDRA-Abteilung?"
The scientist furrowed his brows. "The experimental weapons division? Is that what this is about? I know of them. I am not… particularly fond. Are you offering me a position there?" Goering shook his head at this, and slid another file across his desk.
"Sadly, no. HYDRA is no more. Its leader and its members have betrayed the fatherland, and those who survived have gone into hiding. However, in their death throes, they killed....several important people. Among them Himmler." Strasse looked alarmed at that. Natural. It hadn't been spread around much.
"No, you are not joining HYDRA. Instead, the Fuhrer has seen fit to award you a command of your own. Specifically, as Germany's new Reichsführer."
"Of course, you don't have to accept. If you feel the position is...unsuited to you, we can always find someone els-"
"I'll take it." Strasse said, a glint in his eye. "I assume I'll be getting new offices? And control over all the SS's labs?" He said, a greedy look on his face, as well as something else Goering couldn't quite put.
"Y-yes, you will. Very well, I will inform the Fuhrer of your acceptance...." Goering said, shivering. Because at that point, for the first time since he had walked into Goering's office, Wilhelm 'Deathshead' Strasse had smiled.
Strong start; can't wait to see where this goes.
Part Two: A Surprising Revelation
The Bird
tEM IS GUD...RITER!
- Location
- In that den of villains and scum, OKLAHOMA
BJ Blazkowicz crept through the Nautica, gun at eye level, as he made his way to his destination. The stench of mold and spent bullets lingered in the air. "Fucking Nazis. Don't even know how to bleach mold away," He thought as he walked through the facility.
The place, despite the smell, was… sterile looking. All concrete and hard lines. Occasionally he'd look into a room and spot a bunch of lab gear.
"Seeing a lotta labs, Caroline. This place on your blueprints?" He said into his headset, spotting a trio of nazi footsoldiers, before firing his gun at them.
"Let me look....What floor are you on?" She asked. BJ heard her running through papers over the headset. At the same time, one of the Nazi's heads exploded into a cloud of gore, and several bullet holes appeared in the other ones back. The last one, wisely, decided to duck for cover when he realized he was under attack. Not that it would help.
"Floor......fifty two, I think." Blazkowicz said, pulling out a grenade and tossing it. "Scheisse, grenate!" The soldier yelled, before the explosive went off, reducing him to bloody chunks.
"Hmm. It's not on the building plans… That floor is supposed to serve as a storage area. I'm not going to say it's nothing, but I would advise you hurry." Blazkowicz nodded, and continued on.
As he went, Nazi resistance became more and more heavy, with the damn bastards seemingly appearing right out of the walls. "Stopp ihn! Lass ihn nicht zum amerikanischen Uber-Soldaten kommen!"
American super-soldier? Shit. This place must be trying to recreate the old Captain America serum. Shit.
"Caroline, we have a problem. A big fucking problem. I figured out what this place was for." BJ slipped into one of the labs and began to reload.
"How bad is it?" Caroline said, with resignation in her voice.
"Some of those fascist bastards? Mentioned an 'american uber-soldaten'. You remember Captain America? Red, white and blue, patriotic, really good at fighting nazi scum."
"I remember. You think that somehow Deathshead got ahold of the research notes of the project that made the Captain, and is attempting to recreate the serum?"
"Probably. We need to torch this place. Robots, I can deal with. Mechanical monsters, I can live with. But if Strasse gets access to the serum, we're fucked."
Caroline sighed. "Very well. Assuming the layout is still vaguely analogous to the original design, there should be two large rooms in that floor that are most likely to serve as the main labs. One of those will almost certainly contain most of the information about Strasses progress. One to the south, and one to the north of the building."
Blazkowicz nodded, and continued moving, exiting the room and firing into the ever growing horde of militant fascists, as blood soaked the floors. Stepping over the mangled corpses, Blazkowicz made his way to the south lab.
Said lab was locked behind a heavy iron door. Shit. It'd take hours to saw through it with the LKW. Needed to find another way in… Looking around, he managed to spot a vent.
Jackpot. Taking out his LaserKraftWerk, he quickly cut through the vents grate and crawled into it, making his way to the lab.
Getting close to the other side, he heard voices as he approached the next grate.
"Scheiße, denkst du, die Tür wird ihn aufhalten?" One voice said, nervous.
"Hoffentlich bis Verstärkung." Another said, with worry in his voice.
"Vielleicht wird er uns vielleicht leben lassen, wenn wir uns ergeben?"
"Du und ich wissen beide, das ist keine Option! Wenn er es schafft, den Supersoldaten zu retten, wird Totenkopf unseren Kopf haben."
"Gott, er hat nur durch unsere Männer gekaut Es ist so, als wäre er eine Art fickmaschine."
"Wie hat er es schon herausgefunden? Musste ein Spion sein oder so. Wie sonst hätte er gelernt, dass wir Kapitän Amerika hielten?"
What. Did they just say that they had…
BJ kicked the grate down as he drew his shotgun and fired them at the german officers. "Was zum Schei-" One of them managed to get out before his head and part of his torso was turned into chunks. The other turned and ran, but Blazkowicz was having none of that and ran the nazi bastard down, before slamming the butt of his gun into the man's head, causing a crunching noise and the officer to collapse.
Blazkowicz looked around. Lot of files and papers, a few chunks of metal here and there that the nazi's seemed to be working on purifying, some kind of glowing cube…
And at the center of the room was a circular shield, the red white and blue paint scratched and scuffed, but the single white star at the center still recognizable, even to this day.
BJ grinned, his hopes confirmed. In this building, on this floor probably, they had the greatest soldier America had ever known.
Walking over to the shield, he picked it up, marveling its weight and appearance, before strapping it to his back. He'd make sure Captain America would get his shield back.
The place, despite the smell, was… sterile looking. All concrete and hard lines. Occasionally he'd look into a room and spot a bunch of lab gear.
"Seeing a lotta labs, Caroline. This place on your blueprints?" He said into his headset, spotting a trio of nazi footsoldiers, before firing his gun at them.
"Let me look....What floor are you on?" She asked. BJ heard her running through papers over the headset. At the same time, one of the Nazi's heads exploded into a cloud of gore, and several bullet holes appeared in the other ones back. The last one, wisely, decided to duck for cover when he realized he was under attack. Not that it would help.
"Floor......fifty two, I think." Blazkowicz said, pulling out a grenade and tossing it. "Scheisse, grenate!" The soldier yelled, before the explosive went off, reducing him to bloody chunks.
"Hmm. It's not on the building plans… That floor is supposed to serve as a storage area. I'm not going to say it's nothing, but I would advise you hurry." Blazkowicz nodded, and continued on.
As he went, Nazi resistance became more and more heavy, with the damn bastards seemingly appearing right out of the walls. "Stopp ihn! Lass ihn nicht zum amerikanischen Uber-Soldaten kommen!"
American super-soldier? Shit. This place must be trying to recreate the old Captain America serum. Shit.
"Caroline, we have a problem. A big fucking problem. I figured out what this place was for." BJ slipped into one of the labs and began to reload.
"How bad is it?" Caroline said, with resignation in her voice.
"Some of those fascist bastards? Mentioned an 'american uber-soldaten'. You remember Captain America? Red, white and blue, patriotic, really good at fighting nazi scum."
"I remember. You think that somehow Deathshead got ahold of the research notes of the project that made the Captain, and is attempting to recreate the serum?"
"Probably. We need to torch this place. Robots, I can deal with. Mechanical monsters, I can live with. But if Strasse gets access to the serum, we're fucked."
Caroline sighed. "Very well. Assuming the layout is still vaguely analogous to the original design, there should be two large rooms in that floor that are most likely to serve as the main labs. One of those will almost certainly contain most of the information about Strasses progress. One to the south, and one to the north of the building."
Blazkowicz nodded, and continued moving, exiting the room and firing into the ever growing horde of militant fascists, as blood soaked the floors. Stepping over the mangled corpses, Blazkowicz made his way to the south lab.
Said lab was locked behind a heavy iron door. Shit. It'd take hours to saw through it with the LKW. Needed to find another way in… Looking around, he managed to spot a vent.
Jackpot. Taking out his LaserKraftWerk, he quickly cut through the vents grate and crawled into it, making his way to the lab.
Getting close to the other side, he heard voices as he approached the next grate.
"Scheiße, denkst du, die Tür wird ihn aufhalten?" One voice said, nervous.
"Hoffentlich bis Verstärkung." Another said, with worry in his voice.
"Vielleicht wird er uns vielleicht leben lassen, wenn wir uns ergeben?"
"Du und ich wissen beide, das ist keine Option! Wenn er es schafft, den Supersoldaten zu retten, wird Totenkopf unseren Kopf haben."
"Gott, er hat nur durch unsere Männer gekaut Es ist so, als wäre er eine Art fickmaschine."
"Wie hat er es schon herausgefunden? Musste ein Spion sein oder so. Wie sonst hätte er gelernt, dass wir Kapitän Amerika hielten?"
What. Did they just say that they had…
BJ kicked the grate down as he drew his shotgun and fired them at the german officers. "Was zum Schei-" One of them managed to get out before his head and part of his torso was turned into chunks. The other turned and ran, but Blazkowicz was having none of that and ran the nazi bastard down, before slamming the butt of his gun into the man's head, causing a crunching noise and the officer to collapse.
Blazkowicz looked around. Lot of files and papers, a few chunks of metal here and there that the nazi's seemed to be working on purifying, some kind of glowing cube…
And at the center of the room was a circular shield, the red white and blue paint scratched and scuffed, but the single white star at the center still recognizable, even to this day.
BJ grinned, his hopes confirmed. In this building, on this floor probably, they had the greatest soldier America had ever known.
Walking over to the shield, he picked it up, marveling its weight and appearance, before strapping it to his back. He'd make sure Captain America would get his shield back.
Captain America and Blazkowicz killing nazis together?