NationStates Jolt Archive

Even here in his offices a full 20 stories above the floor of the cavern, there was no escaping the euphoria in the dimly lit streets below. Columns of men moved below, some tightly in formation, others a mish-mash of dim forms carrying a plethora of flags of red, white and black. Brass bands thousands of revelers belted out patriotic songs amidst a backdrop of near twilight illuminated intermitently by the explosions of homemade fireworks. In the Underland, today, May 24th would surely live forever in the minds of the people. For today was the day that they would emerge from the underground prison that for the past half century they had made into their home.

A tired smile crept across his face as he turned from the small circular window, his long black medal-festooned greatcoat swishing behind him. His voice was hoarse from celebratory speeches and exhortations to the celebratory throngs below, and he wetted his throat with a glass of whiskey. He was alone here, save for another man in similar (though less adorned) attire, clearly at least ten years his senior. The older man helped himself to the liquor when offered, his face beeming with triumph.

"Have yourself a drink, Marshall Krieg. Today is a day for celebration if their was one, for today we emerge from our subterranean hell at the bottom of the earth. Cheers!" Their glasses clinked together before he continued, "Think of it. 10,000 men as we speak move now to turn Adelaide Island into a fortress for the empire. Today, we have a radio post. Tomorrow, an airfield, and in a few months time a fully functioning military base. Perhaps even a city, one day."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," replied Krieg. "It's certainly not someplace I'd want to live unless I was being paid handsomely for it." And that the 10000 strong exploratory crew was. "It's not even that much of a step up from this place, but it will accomplish our long sought objective; contact with the outside world from a position of strength. Intelligence estimates this may occur slightly ahead of schedule; with the amount of manpower we're moving toward the area, it's bound to be noticed by someone very shortly, especially the South American nations."

"Very well then," he said, pouring himself another shot into the carved stone glass. Krieg was always the practical one, his mind constantly focused on detail, which is why he was entrusted with so much authority in this mission. "Just to be sure, order no transmissions be broadcast for a few days to give us time to hammer out defenses at get the mobile flak guns operational. If they want to find us before we're ready, they'll have to come to us. But let's not let minutia distract us tonight. You've done well, Marshall, very well. I'm glad my trust in you has turned out to have been well founded."

Krieg smiled smiled warmly, nodding his head in agreement. "And mind in you. We've come a long way, Herr Hitler. You've helped realize your father's dream when our people were on the brink of disaster. Perhaps your fathers dream of a Reich to last a thousand years can truly be realized after all."

"Not a doubt in mind mind that it won't be, Krieg. Not a doubt in my mind."

(OOC: A little exercise in speculative alternate history, in this case: what if a sizeable group of Nazi refugees left the crumbling German empire to escape to a series of hollow, underground caverns in the Antarctic near Base 211? Led by Hitler's son no less. Also, Adelaide Island is a real spot of land near the western portion of the Antarctic Peninsula, a few hudnred miles (?) south of the very southern tips of Chile and Argentina.)

this does not make in y since to me :D

this does not make in y since to me :D :lol:

(Man, do I have to spell it out for you? The Nazis discovered an entrance in the Antarctic to a series of subterranean caverns commonly known as "The Hollow Earth", and now they're emerging to construct a base on the surface. Oh, and apparently Hitler had a bastard child who became Fuhrer after his death. It's based very loosely on a bunch of crazyass conspiracy theories to that regard, as well as a book called Underland.)

ooc: *tag* sounds interesting.

I'll have to watch for a bit. *smile* keep up the good writing.

Tageth, and with interest.

OOC: TAG, and you might want to make contact with my own Nazis...

looks interesting...

..::[TAG]::..

(OOC: Roania has Nazis? No matter, they'll be making contact with virtually everyone soon enough.)

Krieg was right about one thing; Adelaide island wasn't much of a step up from the caverns of the Underland. Temperatures routinely reached the negative 30's, and far worse at night. Despite the exploratory crew's excellently insulated cold weather gear, frostbite was still a problem. Taking off a glove was to toy with loosing a finger, and to relieve oneself in the open invited death.

Construction proceeded slowly as the men could not possibly work at once. Many had to remain behind in the entrance tunnel while teams constructed pre-fabricated garrisons and installed tiny diesel burning generators for heat. These were to prove invaluable as the crews had to work in rotating shifts; one group out in the snow doing work, and another of equal size warming themselves in the garrisons to ward off exposure.

Virtually all of the base's motorized vehicles were out in force; construction, trucks, and cleverely designed halftracks with snow treads and front mounted skis. Some were purchased from the surface by unscrupulous smugglers who asked few (if any) questions about where their cargo went, while others were of Underland manufacture. This was how the caverns got almost all of their manufactured goods, reverse engineering having become almost a way of life under the surface. It was difficult to tell which was which, for the native-built vehicles were almost always knockoffs of surface designs.

Though progress was slow, it was progress nonetheless. The foundations had been laid for the radio outpost, and the area for the airfield had been cleared. By now of course their prescence would be distinctly noticeable, especially from the air, as the weather was unusually clear. Obengruppe 1 could only hope that they wouldn't be discovered before they were ready.

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While things proceeded relatively smoothly on the surface, the cavern of New Berlin was about to be very rudely awaken from its revelry induced slumber. A series of loud explosions rocked the western edge of the underground city, audible even from even clear on the eastern edge as muted pops. Black smoke billowed into the air from the interior of a fuel dump and a vehicle depot, spewing vile smelling fumes into an atmosphere already reaking of sulphur and industrial pollution.

Field Marshall Wilhelm von Krieg had expected this, but he certainly wasn't happy about it. He had anticipated the Resistance to launch attacks in the wake of their victory to disrupt their operations, but truth be told the damage could have been far worse. That they had only attempted to do so little damage said much about their current combat capabilities, significantly damaged by decades of a brutal war of attrition.

Krieg ordered a brigade of Waffen SS Untergruppe soldiers to each of the caverns he thought the attack likely originated from. He though briefly that perhaps he was putting too many soldiers at risk but quickly cleared the thought from his mind; if this hammerblow could permanently end the Molemen's Resistance and clear the caverns of non-Germans forever, any expenditure of manpower was worth it.

bumpz0rs.

One more bump for today, and a note that it's feasible to post responses of a sort. By now, a few thousand men screwing around in the Antarctic may have attracted attention.

As a fierce battle was being ranged underground, the newly completed radio tower began to make its first transmission. The hastily prepared, scratchy audiotape is played in a continuous loop over a series of frequencies for days on end. All that there was to do now was to wait for a response.

"Achtung, achtung! Germans and National Socialists of the world! Though the Bolshevik tyrants and their Jew masters have endeavored to wipe us off the face of the earth, the Third Reich survives to this day. Though driven to the ends of the World, the brave men and women who have remained loyal to the Reich and the Fuhrer till the end live on and stand ready to defend the world against the encroachings of the Red hordes.

"Now that we are ready to enter the outside world again, we seek contact with whomever on the surface still carry on the fight for National Socialism. We also seek to establish diplomatic contact with sympathetic nations and those to which we have made common cause. Our surface base in the Antarctic is open to all representatives from friendly nations or organizations. Hail victory, comrades! Our people will prevail."

THIS IS THE SOUND OF THE TAG... SPLITTING.

(OOC: Disgusted by the thought of Nazis... Thinks about ways to invade, discards it and walks away shaking head and muttering something about n00bs trying to get attention... j/k)

{UMNCC, 5th Intelligence Division. Colonel Campbell walks around the room, while observing the hundreds of other operators and Intel Personnel digging through and collecting data from various points around the world, while also forwarding the collected data to the appropriate UMN Divisions and Sub-Divisions}

Campbell: Who is working on that Antartica occurence?

{A hand shoots up from one of the desks and cubicles arranged around the large room}

"I am sir..."

Campbell: Oh...I see, Will...I need to have a report on my desk tomorrow...

Will: Affirmative, sir...And also...Dave and Tom are working with me, on this issue..."

Campbell: I see...That's fine...I'll need the report by 09:00 hours...

Will: Yes, sir...

(OOC: -Noir-, check TGs for what would most likely find its way into the report.)

((OOC: Hey, one time my private world included a whole lot of Antarctican empires, like the imperialistic Rossites, the easygoing militaristic Wilkesians, the freedom-loving Palmerians, and the... oh, never mind. Tag, and good luck with your Penguin Nazis. Not that I'll participate, mind.))

OOC: Um... if Hitler's son was still alive, along with other Nazis, eventually they're going to be chased down--probably by the Germans lol. Unless they remain secret. Which is boring.

(OOC: -Noir-, check TGs for what would most likely find its way into the report.)

OOC: you under estimate my "intelligence" young grasshopper...