NationStates Jolt Archive

Kraven Wehrmacht City of Redina

People stood milled around a large open plaza, there were trees and various other decorations lining sides of the cobbled roads, park benches were situated to look into the centre of the plaza where a large bronze statue of a Kraven soldier stood holding a flag up high...

From lamp posts hung large banners each of them sporting the Kraven Twin hammers with a Kraven Stahlhelm emblem over the two hammers showing that the plaza was of the military sector...

People here chatted away, talking about the weather and how the new military operation in a Tersanctus colony was faring, it was a lot different to the previous regieme of Kraven where you wouldn't have been allowed to stand in the plaza and begin a conversation, the Secret Police would have jumped on you straight away...

Here and now however people enjoyed a freedom they never thought possible under Kraven...

The people in the city of Redina were mostly made up of immigrants, they were once over slaves, people taken from their homes and forced to work in kraven factories or mines, producing things that Kraven needed in its war efforts under the previous rule of Father...

A Wehrmacht soldier stood next to a sign post, his grey tunic and black helmet showed that he was a soldier of the basic Infantry, him and his fellow soldier posted up a sign, a paper poster that read...

Announcment G37/A

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ALL CITIZENS OF REDINA ARE NOW TO BE RE-CLASSIFIED, ALL CITIZENS ARE TO REPORT TO RE-ORGANISTATION CENTRES BY AT LEAST 1830 TOMOROW EVENING.

THAT IS ALL.

KRAVEN PREVAILS!


People began to crowd around, they read the messages and the murmour began to build, what did this mean, was this something to be feared or were they simply reorganising the system in which they were payed or that taxes were taken, people began to fear, the previous regieme never made announcments such as this, they simply acted as they wished and the people suffered...


What was going to happen to them, no one knew.. the two Wehrmacht infantry men had continued on their way, posting up another bill and attracting another crowd...

Something was happening in Redina.. and the people were scared..

Jürgen Romé sat in his dimly lit apartment overlooking the plaza, he checked his wallclock. The room had a feel of poverty around it, cold wooden floor, dust everywere, old wallpaper and that *drip* leaking roof.

Jürgen sighed, when was this going to end?

OOC: WTF? I go away for a few months and Kraven gets all warm and gooey inside? ; )

One, two, three silent taps were made at the wooden backdoor. A slight wait, the dark figure looked around with a scared look just to make sure he was not followed. He whore a long dark brown coat and a black striped cap, it started to drip from the sky, it had been raining on and off for days on end, it was getting dark.

A small hole in the door opened. The figure said in a polite tone "Care for todays newspaper?", "Get lost Manny." a grumpy voice was heard. Another wait, the rain started to pour down. The door opened with a slight creek.
"Welcome Romé." The grumpy man whispered, he was quite old and overweight, around 60-70 years old with a thick moustache, baldning, smoking a fat pipe and clad in what could only be described as "anything but fashion".
Romé stepped into the room lit by candlelight, he took off his coat and shook it. Romé was middleaged, medium built, typical clothing.

The room was small, just a minor office but this was the grumpy little mans home, in the corner stood a bed, by one of the walls a bookcase filled with various goverment endorsed publications, there was a rolltop desk in another corner, it contained a diray, some pens and pencils and one of the books from the bookcase with a bookmark in it.

"Ye sure you wern't follerd here Romé?" The little man said and walked over to the carpet in the room.
Romé loosend his tie and answerd "The grenadiers seems to be tired of chasing lost tracks. I kept out of their way on my way here."
The old man pulled out a gun and pointed it at Jürgen Romé, he did not even flinch, he just rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to elbow level. "New model? The shops are doing progress?" The old man smiled and started to spin his pistol in the triggerguard, a small pistol, compact. "Nope, this one is stolen. Thats the fun part. The boys managed to sneak up on a loading truck yesterday and took two boxes with some toys, swiped them when the guards filled out some papers and took em down the sewers." The old man put away his gun.

They were the Kraven National Resistance, supported by some international elements to put up a little opposition aginst the goverment. Little could be done from the international community though as border security was tight, it costed lots of money and recources even to get in a couple of blueprints for weapons that could be handcrafted and the danger of exposure was always hanging over the KNR, several groups had in the past been raided by the Panzergrenadiers forcing them deeper and deeper underground. They used mainly wepons they had crafted themselves or stolen and any form of operation outside propaganda actions and individual sabotage missions had to be done in secrecy.

Tomorrow was the day, it had to be a major event as goverment was rounding up so many people. An offensive attack would undoubtably be a good thing, disrupting the goverments time plans. Or atleast they thought. That was why tonight was important.

The old man started to turn over the carpet.
"Need help?" Romé asked.
"Im not old." The old man was the most stubborn in the resistance (and oldest), the kind of man that could get shot and just claim "Bah a minor flesh wound, back in the good old days the enemy would crucify us and still we could put up a fight."
A trapdoor was underneath the carpet, the old man opened it.
"Go this way and take the first to the left, there another contact will lead you the way. He wears an eye-patch, he don't need it but he says it makes him look cool, he keeps changing the eye he blcks out so it's of no use that I tell you wich eye is blacked out."

Romé stepped down the trapdoor.
"Good luck my friend." The old man shook Romés hand and closed the trapdoor. There were a little light in the sewer made by some kerosene lights.
Romé grabbed one and walked on in knee deep, filthy water.

Redina City 1700 hours Standard Kraven Time

Hundreds of people stood in long queues, each of these people were talking amonst themselves, they were fearful, they'd seen this before but not with such cold efficiency, before when Kraven was under the rule of Father, trucks filled with Capitol Police turned up and then viscously drag people out into the streets where a selection of people were taken away, regardless of who they were...

but now it was different, large fences had been errected, steel construction with rubber block feet separated people as they were hearded towards tables, where the Waffen KSP stood waiting, guards watched their every move, while all the time a voice over a loud speaker could be heard, it filtered over the hubub of people and always informing them of what was happening..

"All Citizens will move forwards in an orderly Manner.."

"All Citizens will have thier Papers Ready..."

A young woman was the stood by the table, an HauptsturmFuhrer sat infront of her, a pile of documents on the table and various pens and other stationary in front of him, he looked up straight into her eyes and she quickly handed over her documents...

"Name?" He already knew it but it was part of the system, to ensure that she knew who she was and that her papers were not faked...

"Jessica Johanssen..."

"Nationality?"

"Kravenite..." She spoke quickly and her nervousness was aparanent, only five years ago she was interned in a Death Camp due to her husband being classified as a thought criminal, but the collapse of the Fatherite Government saved her from certain death...

"Occupation?"

"Nurse.." she'd managed to graduate from a new college that had been built by the Kraven Secret Police shortly after the Wehrmacht government took power..

"Left Line..." The Officer pointed towards a line of people that were being filtered through a fence system into what looked like a large camp... she walked through the fences until she camp to a large gate with Waffen KSP guards stood either side of it, behind barbed wire, a large German Shepard dog was barking at her as she walked past, the guard was holding it by its leash but the dog strained at the chain that held it...

another loud speaker echoed through out the camp and as she looked for someone familiar, she wandered through as though she'd lost her way...

The camp covered a large area, throughout the camp large huts that acted as dorms neatly lined the centre of the camp, while other people stood around oil drums that had fires burning, they were keeping warm and cooking meats over the open flame..

"Whats going on?" she asked someone putting out a hand to attract their attention...

"I don't know.. but I fear the worst..."

"Why?... what is there to fear?.. the old Regieme has been dead for years..."

"My neighbours husband was a Kahanistani slave, but he was allowed to integrate into our society after the restoration of government control... he's not in this Camp... "

"Who's in this camp like..."

"We're all true Kravenite nationals... I suppose... the government wants Kraven for the Kravenites...."

Her eyes went wide... it was starting again...


At another table another Secret Police Officer sat, looking through documents and papers of each individual who came before him, a young man of dark skin came up to the table, obviously a foreign person, Kravenites sported unusually pale skin...

"name"

"Richardo Kordel"

"Nationality?"

"Jagadan..."

"Right Line..."

The Officer didn't even ask what his occupation was, it wasn't important, he wasn't a Kravenite National... he was an immigrant in the eyes of the Wehrmacht Government.... Kraven for the Kravenites... that was their new mandate and it would be carried out to the fullest...

The Wehrmacht Reich was tightening the noose around the people of Kraven and soon everyone would realise that when it boiled down to it... this government was no different to the last...

Office of Strategic Services Headquarters, Fort Donavon, Granton, Findan


OSS Director and retired Navy Commodore Jonathan Stoddard was reviewing the latest data coming in from sources worldwide when someone buzzed him, "Yes," he said, not without a slight trace of annoyance, "Who is it and what do you want?"

"It's me, sir," The other voice came.

Upon hearing that other voice Stoddard's ears perked up. Oh, sh*t the Kraven desk he thought.

"Come in Jake"

Jake Barstow, the Sector Chief for Kraven saluted Stoddard, "Admiral," he said nodding giving the man the respect of his former rank.

"At ease, Jake. What's gone wrong this time?"

"Some thing dam*ed unusual, sir. It appears the Kravenites are reorganizing the state of Sultenia."

"Any details?"

"None sir, our intel source disappeared shortly after he delivered his message"

Stoddard gave an audible grunt, "God*ammit! He was supposed to be quiet and stay alive. What the H*ll happened Barstow?"

"I dddon't knnnow, sir."

"Well obviously this an all hands on deck weekend, understood?"

"Sir!"

"Very well then dismissed."

"Sir!"

Stoddard had the feeling that this was bad, very bad.

President Klein looked at the paper he had been presented with in confusion.

"So what? They probably need to re-evaluate taxation. It's a census." he threw the document onto the desk.

"I don't think so, sir." said the secreatary. "All this talk of Kraven for the Kravenites, I think you should perhaps keep an eye on things. Send them a telegram and tell them that you are watching them."

"You realy think that they're putting them in concentration camps? You truly believe that?"

"Yes sir." nodded Klein's secretary.

"Well, you haven't let me down yet. Send one of our lads out there...ermm...the foreign minister. Send him to keep an eye on things." said Klein. The secretary nodded and left the room.

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To: The Leader of Kraven
From: President Nathaniel Klein of Parilisa

My Friend!
I am sending my Foreign Minister, David Flintoff, to meet you or one of your representatives, for ambassadorial talks and discusion of the foundation of a Parilisan embassy in Kraven. PLease give details of when and where Mr Flintoff can land.
Sincerely,
N. Klein

To: The Leader of Kraven
From: President Nathaniel Klein of Parilisa

My Friend!
I am sending my Foreign Minister, David Flintoff, to meet you or one of your representatives, for ambassadorial talks and discusion of the foundation of a Parilisan embassy in Kraven. PLease give details of when and where Mr Flintoff can land.
Sincerely,
N. Klein


The Wehrmacht Reich of the Kraven Corporation

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Your representative is welcome to begin talks with our Political Division of the Wehrmacht, co-ordinates of this meeting are attached to this telegram, here you will be met by members of the Wehrmacht Infantry who will escort your representative to begin diplomatic talks.

The Diplomatic Division of the Wehrmacht Reich

Romé continued foward and through the first on the left, he saw a man standing there, he raised his light and he saw the skinny man with the eye-patch. Just standing there, looking at him.

Romé was getting nervous and out of the blue he said "The eye patch don't make you look cool." but afterwards he just got the feeling as if he just signed his own death warrent. But the skinny man just smiled and pointed further down the sewer "There is a small room in the left wall around the bend, a guard is standing outside. And by the way." The skinny man lifted the eye patch revealing burnt skin and a scar but no eye. "Tell the old timer that he needs a new code to identify me. The eye patch looks cool no matter how much he likes to laugh at it."

Romé walked past. The skinny figure lowered his eye patch and moved in another direction.

Around the bend a woman with a obviously handcrafted repeater rifle stood. Nice looking if you account the fact that most of the resistance lives underground for 2/3 of their "lives". In there, knock twice, count onethousand, twothousand, threethousand than knock agin and you will be let in. She lit up a cigarette and walked down the sewers.

Romé did as he was told, he had been in the resistance for a long time, he know how important the rules are. The door opened and he stepped in.

It was damp in the room, had a stong smell of rot and mold. A small light was flickerd on, electric, shining down a narrow passage, everything was stone, drips could be heard all over, a small rat in the corner, eating a small breadcrumb, the last guard on the line. Romé thought to himself as he walked down the passage.

He came up to the meeting room with a small wooden table, three other resistance members were waiting there. They were all around the same age as him.
Karnel Vivekko, shabby hair, skinny face, cold he was so cold, he had been ever since the Wehrmacht took his wife and child away, for some reason he managed to escape but lost his a piece of his face in the proccess, it was covered up in a dirty bandage. He was commander of the sabotage groups the ones that set up bombs, distributed leaflets, painted graffiti, trashed trucks and cars and so on.
Venner Holt, sat in a military cap, combat boots and military fatigues, he was senior commander of the more open assault force of the resistance, mostly they conducted raids on unguarded weak Wehrmacht supply lines and conducted low intensity guerilla warfare in the more rural areas. Sometimes nastier missions were conducted on the goverment, Holt once personally commanded a small group that snuck into an Wehrmacht encampment and poisoned the breakfast giving all that ate of the meal violent stomach cramps and the loss of bowel control around noon, it was a fun story but as one Waffen KSP commander ate of the breakfast he vowed to send the whole resistance to the death camps for torture.
Victor Hjorenvik, a Sultenian military advisor from the Emirate of Sultenias special forces, of course he did not exist in any Sultenian records, he signed up voulenteerliy for this as he had family in Kraven making the ultimate sacrifice, he was there to stir up trouble and ensure that any weapon Sultenia sold to the resistance were getting through.

Jürgen Romé was a lumberjack before he joined up with the resistance after the Wehrmacht seized power. He was in charge of the intelligence gathering of the Wehrmacht were they were and what they were doing.

They all knew what needed to be done, this would not be a battle to win but to make a stand, once again. Better to fight and lose than to not lose at all. All the commanders were just given one envelope and a map each telling them what needed to be done, they were just the soldiers, orders came from someone they could not see or hear or would never see or hear they figured. This was just the meeting to ensure that all were in on the operation, it would take place tomorrow. They went seperate directions back to their groups for a briefing. Before they got out of sight they all put on armbands, a white with the black text KNR Freedom, Sacrifice, Fatherland.

Things were going well, Flintoff thought to himself as the plane touched down on the runway. He was lead outside and headed over to the group of soldiers who gathered to meet him. They looked impeccably smart in their Wehrmacht uniforms and struck a chord of fear within the Minister. He disguised his emotions and walked with firm military steps towards them.

His mission was quite simple. He was to negotiate with the Kraven government, whilst at the same time finding out more about the recent happenings and report back to Klein. It wasn’t that the ambassadorial relations were a bluff, far from it. Parilisa was always glad to open embassies, but this plan had other motives as well.

“Well,” Flintoff said to the guards, “Where do we go now?”

OOC: So let me get this straight, the Wehrmacht Reich is starting a national cleansing to purify which ethnicity and is it a fascist regime or...?

OOC: So let me get this straight, the Wehrmacht Reich is starting a national cleansing to purify which ethnicity and is it a fascist regime or...?

OOC: Its a fascist Regime, and they are purifying the ethnicity of the Kravenite race, pretty much this is like Nazi Germany...

OOC: Leichstur will be offering you reinforcements in a moment. ;)

Things were going well, Flintoff thought to himself as the plane touched down on the runway. He was lead outside and headed over to the group of soldiers who gathered to meet him. They looked impeccably smart in their Wehrmacht uniforms and struck a chord of fear within the Minister. He disguised his emotions and walked with firm military steps towards them.

His mission was quite simple. He was to negotiate with the Kraven government, whilst at the same time finding out more about the recent happenings and report back to Klein. It wasn’t that the ambassadorial relations were a bluff, far from it. Parilisa was always glad to open embassies, but this plan had other motives as well.

“Well,” Flintoff said to the guards, “Where do we go now?”


The guards came to attention when the delegate had stepped off the runway, they immediatly gestured to a waiting staff car, it was black, sleek and had nice leather interior, the driver was from the Waffen KSP and his uniform was equally as black as the finish of the car...

he didn't say anything as the delegate entered the car, and as the door was closed behind him by one of the Wehrmacht soldiers, the car drove off...

It passed through various locals around the city of Norska, it passed a coloum of heavy tanks that were rolling out of the city, the noise was tremendous and the tanks dwarfed the little staff car, behind them half tracks filled with soldiers followed onwards...

The car passed through various and numerous check points, each time the driver presented his papers to a guard and was allowed to pass through, the delegate could see through the windows that each checkpoint was as heavily armed as the last, with machinegun pillboxes, guard dogs, an APC and an 110mm Flak Cannon that served not only as anti air but also as anti tank...


The car went past one of the many internment camps that lined the edge of cities, the people were holding onto barbed wire while soldiers holding dogs barked orders at them and beat the barbed with with their batons, people looked destitute and cold, others looked hungry and tired...

Someone in the street was kicking up a fuss, they were pushed out onto the pavement from one of the buildings while a couple of Waffen KSP guards started kicking him on the floor, one holding a german sheperd stood watching while the dog barked and snarled at the man who was trying his best to protect himself..

All around the noise of loud speakers could be heard, barking orders while other Waffen KSP soldiers started through items of clothing out onto the streets, furniture, pictures all sorts of household items were hurled out onto the pavements below...

The Car pulled up outside a building, the twin hammers of Kraven fluttered in the wind, as the driver stepped out and opened the door...

He gestured to the doors of the building and followed the delegate in...

Instantly the two guards outside came to attention and opened the two heavy wooden doors, the delegate was greeted instantly by the noise of a busy centre of operations...

"What do you mean they are putting up resistance?" The officer on the phone nodded to himself a few times as the soldier on the other end desperatly tried to explain himself...

"What?... Well send up some flame throwers, if they won't leave their homes... burn them out..." he paused once more...

"What do you mean human rights... they are illegal Immigrants... they have no rights.... Carry on Soldier..." the Officer put down the phone and turned to the delegate...

"I'm ReichsturmFuhrer Gradenko, and you are?" The officer knew who he was, but at the same time didn't really care, he was an arrogant Kraven officer and like most of them... wasn't privy to niceties with non Kravenite military personel...

Hell- that was the only way to describe this place. All of the President’s fears had proved to be reality; this really was racial “purification”, just like the old regime in Parilisa. He remembered it well, for he himself had been an inmate in a camp, arrested and sentenced to death for his Liberal views. Now Flintoff just had to prove it was happening here, he just had to be completely sure.

Gradenko’s impolite tone was odd to Flintoff, who was used to the polite talk of Parilisan politics. He simply smiled at the ReichstrumFuhrer, a calm and calculated smile. Flintoff was noted as a man who could keep his cool in almost any situation.

“I am David Flintoff, the Parilisan Foreign Minister. I’m here on business, could you send me to your boss please.”

That was Flintoff’s clever little tactic for dealing with men like Gradenko; make them feel unimportant, make them feel as if they’re not quite good enough.

“Thank-you.” he added, with a cunning grin.

Hell- that was the only way to describe this place. All of the President’s fears had proved to be reality; this really was racial “purification”, just like the old regime in Parilisa. He remembered it well, for he himself had been an inmate in a camp, arrested and sentenced to death for his Liberal views. Now Flintoff just had to prove it was happening here, he just had to be completely sure.

Gradenko’s impolite tone was odd to Flintoff, who was used to the polite talk of Parilisan politics. He simply smiled at the ReichstrumFuhrer, a calm and calculated smile. Flintoff was noted as a man who could keep his cool in almost any situation.

“I am David Flintoff, the Parilisan Foreign Minister. I’m here on business, could you send me to your boss please.”

That was Flintoff’s clever little tactic for dealing with men like Gradenko; make them feel unimportant, make them feel as if they’re not quite good enough.

“Thank-you.” he added, with a cunning grin.


Gradenko looked up from his desk, he smiled he knew a diplomat when he saw one and by the way this man before him presented himself he was sure of it..

"I am the boss... " He said clearly showing that he was now in an aggressive mood..

"May I warn you also, that you are our guest here and that you will do well to conduct yourself better lest you be looking from the wrong side of our barbed wire fences..." The Reichsturmfuhrer let his stare penetrate straight into the soul of the diplomat and let his words sink in...

"Now... sit down and tell me what you want..." The Reichsturmfuhrer sat down in his chair and moved some papers, clearing a space on his desk...

This man was rude, and the threst did scare Flintoff, but once again he hid the feeling.
"Do you treat all your guests with such contempt," he said, taking a seat "Or just the ones who don't wear a uniform?"

The way he said it was not offensive, he managed to speak in a lighthearted tone. Perhaps he could lighten this soldier's mood a little, that would make things easier.

"Quite an operation you have going on around here, there must be millions of soldiers on the streets, and the system of checkpoints is spectacularly efficient. The prisons look terrifying, with such places around to frighten the citizens I am surprised any of them commit a crime!" he paused, admiring Gradenko's uniform.

"We could do with some of this kind of effiviency back home in Parilisa!" he chuckled.

This man was rude, and the threst did scare Flintoff, but once again he hid the feeling.
"Do you treat all your guests with such contempt," he said, taking a seat "Or just the ones who don't wear a uniform?"

The way he said it was not offensive, he managed to speak in a lighthearted tone. Perhaps he could lighten this soldier's mood a little, that would make things easier.

"Quite an operation you have going on around here, there must be millions of soldiers on the streets, and the system of checkpoints is spectacularly efficient. The prisons look terrifying, with such places around to frighten the citizens I am surprised any of them commit a crime!" he paused, admiring Gradenko's uniform.

"We could do with some of this kind of effiviency back home in Parilisa!" he chuckled.

Gradenko's mood lightened, his plan had worked, scare the diplomat into being more reasonable and pliable...

"We are the Kraven Wehrmacht, we talk to who we please as we please, but yes... if your nation had sent an officer he'd have garnered more respect instantly, The Wehrmacht respects strength...." Gradenko leaned back in his chair slightly...

"Not like those Waffen dogs though, who respect nothing except violence..." His voice showed that he disliked the Waffen KSP and was not afraid to voice his opinions...

"Crime is almost non existent, apart from a problem arising from Immigrants let into our nation after the collapse of our previous government, people understand that we are here to protect them and they thank us with their compliance.."

"Anyway, I divulge... what can I do for you?"

"Immigrants have never been a problem in Parilisa, many countries worry about them but I can't see that they do any harm. I think they boost the economy, surely they help here?"

Flintoff paused, fiddling nervously with his tie.

"Embassys," he said. "Would you be interested in opening one in Parilisa?"

[OOC: Nice thread, you RP well. While officially my government is against this, I'm thinking of dissapearing all the foreign people who dare to commit crimes.

By the way, the dog is a German Shepherd, note spelling on the second word. They'll bark as dogs do, but snarling is quite aggressive, so unless owner has being attacked or they sense something wrong, or they've been trained to be very aggressive, they'll be as curious as aggressive. I have one - it seems all big dogs have no bravery whatsoever. Anyway, that's what you get for having an animal lover in your threads.

Is there a backstory here, or will anything else come of this thread?]