Der Letztes Bataillon
14-03-2008, 04:03
Several figures stood in a safehouse in a underdeveloped country, the room was dark and damp, the roof was that of tin sheets while the walls was a low-grade concrete that barely withstood the rain that pounded against the building, there were 9 figures in all, all wearing Black Uniforms with a red armband on their right arm with a symbol that inspired hatred and suffering...The Swastika.
These...men were members of a 'Neo-Nazi' group, calling themselves 'Der Letztes Bataillon', The Last Battalion, each would be a hunted man or woman if they were found out...
The leader, an Obersturmbannfuhrer, also known as a Lt.Colonel in English, tall and light-skinned with dark brown hair and brown eyes nodded to each member in turn, each led a 'Sanctuary' for the lower members, in the public eye their name was 'The Stormhawks Mercenary Group', but that was merely their cover ,while they did do Mercenary work they were very selective of which jobs they took, mostly they worked for Terrorist Organizations and extreme Right-Wing Nations, scrapping enough money to buy food, medicine, Ammunition and Weapons to keep them in fighting condition, the officer sighed and spoke softly to them, his voice smooth as an unbroken glass window...
"Members of the Battalion, fellow Sanctuary Leaders...My brothers at arms, things are proceeding as schedualed, the Sturmbannfuhrer informs me that training of the Commando Unit is almost at a close and the Night Hunters inform me that the weak and unloyal have been exterminated from the Sanctuaries, however rumours are floating around the barracks that we might have spies amoung us even though the Night Hunters purified the ranks...i want each and every one of you to conduct a harsh background check of each of your members, if there is a spy than find him." With that he looked towards his right to a middle-aged man who was bald and had sky-blue eyes, a smirk slowly kept on the older man's features and he chuckled coldly.
"Indeed, also the men are getting restless, they are soldiers without a true war, these little skirmishes as Mercs are not totally...Fullfilling to them...with all due respect...They want a War, a war where they can freely show who and what they are and stand for..."
The Leader merely smiled and nodded slightly.
"And i shall give them their war, however the problem is not manpower, the problem is supplies and a target, if we go to war we would not have enough to sustain ourselves, we need...a sponsor, i'v already entered negociations with a nation sympathetic to our plight and they are considering giving us support...fornow...we must wait.
They nodded as one and one by one turned and walked out the door and into the rain, leaving the Leader and the middle-aged man alone.
The middle-aged one looked him in the eyes and had an inquisitive expression on his face before asking him a question.
"Victor...What are you planning?" he asked, 'Victor' smirked and chuckled softly before replying with a single sentence of "War" and walking out and into the chilling rain...
These...men were members of a 'Neo-Nazi' group, calling themselves 'Der Letztes Bataillon', The Last Battalion, each would be a hunted man or woman if they were found out...
The leader, an Obersturmbannfuhrer, also known as a Lt.Colonel in English, tall and light-skinned with dark brown hair and brown eyes nodded to each member in turn, each led a 'Sanctuary' for the lower members, in the public eye their name was 'The Stormhawks Mercenary Group', but that was merely their cover ,while they did do Mercenary work they were very selective of which jobs they took, mostly they worked for Terrorist Organizations and extreme Right-Wing Nations, scrapping enough money to buy food, medicine, Ammunition and Weapons to keep them in fighting condition, the officer sighed and spoke softly to them, his voice smooth as an unbroken glass window...
"Members of the Battalion, fellow Sanctuary Leaders...My brothers at arms, things are proceeding as schedualed, the Sturmbannfuhrer informs me that training of the Commando Unit is almost at a close and the Night Hunters inform me that the weak and unloyal have been exterminated from the Sanctuaries, however rumours are floating around the barracks that we might have spies amoung us even though the Night Hunters purified the ranks...i want each and every one of you to conduct a harsh background check of each of your members, if there is a spy than find him." With that he looked towards his right to a middle-aged man who was bald and had sky-blue eyes, a smirk slowly kept on the older man's features and he chuckled coldly.
"Indeed, also the men are getting restless, they are soldiers without a true war, these little skirmishes as Mercs are not totally...Fullfilling to them...with all due respect...They want a War, a war where they can freely show who and what they are and stand for..."
The Leader merely smiled and nodded slightly.
"And i shall give them their war, however the problem is not manpower, the problem is supplies and a target, if we go to war we would not have enough to sustain ourselves, we need...a sponsor, i'v already entered negociations with a nation sympathetic to our plight and they are considering giving us support...fornow...we must wait.
They nodded as one and one by one turned and walked out the door and into the rain, leaving the Leader and the middle-aged man alone.
The middle-aged one looked him in the eyes and had an inquisitive expression on his face before asking him a question.
"Victor...What are you planning?" he asked, 'Victor' smirked and chuckled softly before replying with a single sentence of "War" and walking out and into the chilling rain...