Deutsches Amerika-IC

[Chewion]

Brandon Kiser

Fear started to overwhelm Brabdon and he grabbed Sophia’s arm saying “Don’t let me die. Please don’t let me die.” He could tell it was bad from the amount of blood coming from the wound. Already the shock started to wear off and he started trembling with both pain and fear. He continued to look into Sophia’s eyes pleadingly. He was terrified.

[Alaroma]

Sofia Kiser

Sofia was in a hectic state, trying to keep pressure on the wound as the cloth she was using began to turn a dark violet red. She didn't have the proper equipment to help stop the bleeding, let along examine the wound and start helping it. "Shhhhh, Calm down Brandon, and stay still." She said, hoping that less movement would make continued blood loss unlikely. It was a growing neccesity for a medic to make his presence known. The SS officer was making some calls, before saying "A Medic is on route." Before going back to assesing the situation between all the other fire fights going on. "Fuck these bastards." The man said audibly, before going back to the radio. Easing her brother down to the ground, she kept pressure on the wound waiting for the Medic to arrive.

[Helensted]

Nicole de Graye

In the midst of the chaos, Brandon was hit by a passing bullet. It all happened so fast. One moment he was talking to Sofia about what was going on, and the next he was on the ground with a bloody stain forming on his abdomen. Sofia had begun providing emergency first aid on him, and she quickly radioed in a medic. Nicole clenched her hands around the hand gun she had taken from a fallen soldier earlier, and looked into Brandon's eyes. She smiled at him reassuringly. "Monsieur Brandon, surely you've been through worse than this. You're going to be okay, your sister won't let you die here. The entry wound isn't fatal, and I believe from the size of the wound, the bullet used was a nine millimeter. A true man wouldn't let such a hindrance be his fate, now would he?" Nicole tried to joke as she talked to him, she had learned that that was the best way to deal with instances like these. She didn't care that she knowledge of the wound would attract attention to her dumbed down persona, that was not a concern at the moment.

Nicole had been trained all her life to believe that people like Brandon and Sofia were the enemy. Now, as she was on her knees next to a Brandon who was clearly distressed and in pain, a Sofia who was clearly trying to fight back panic, and the erupting gunfire and screams of battle around her, she wasn't so sure if there was a right or wrong to the situation at all. How is it that the enemy looked so innocent in what they assumed was the face of death? Why was it that freedom had to come with such violence?

[Alaroma]

Sofia Kiser

"We need a Medic in Green Sector ASAP, we have a Civilian wounded from an gun shot to the stomach. I repeat, Medic required ASAP." A Medical team, hearing the call began their journey to Green Sector. For the most part it was quiet besides a gun fight between Soldiers and Rebels, but that was in their periphery for the moment with neither side budging. As they reached the allyway, they immediately took over in taking care of Brandon. First properly dressing the wound to get it to stop bleeding, then putting him on a stretcher to safety. As they lifted on the stretcher, one of the medics said "Follow us, we have a clear way to safety." With that, they began their treck to another location.

When they came back to the scene of the gunfight, the Soldiers had triumphed. Not because they out maneuvered the rebels, but because the Rebels ran out of ammunition. Soldiers began to take the four rebels in before an SS officer arrived on the scene proclaiming "There's only one punishment for treason!" before promptly putting a bullet in the four rebels heads, then moving on. Eventually, the group got to transport where they are taken to a hospital.

[Eclius]

Washington, United States

A plane swooshed through the air above the new America, and as it descends, the passengers, mostly tourists from Berlin, stared outside the window with joy and excitement. However, in contrast to the feelings of most passengers, Hugo Kohl looked at his watch anxiously, and soon as the plane landed safely, he grubbed his briefcase, then rushed down hurriedly. Having picked up his luggage, he rushed to the exit of the airport, where a SS officer greeted him, "Hugo! How was the trip?", "Good, Bernard", Hugo responded, excited to see his old acquaintance, he adjusted his tie a little, then continued, "What's the situation here?". "It's getting worse and worse", Bernard said, while picking up Hugo's luggage, "As of yesterday, there was a terrorist attack in the parade", Hugo didn't respond, he took a minute, organized his thoughts, then asked, "Parade......in South Bend?", "Yes, Herr Oberstrumbannfuhrer. There were snipers among audiences". Exited the airport Bernard lead him to a luxurious-looking car, where the two would head to a local five-stared hotel. "Any documents on the confirmed dead rebels?", "not yet, the investigation is currently undergoing. Herr Kiser wishes your presence tomorrow...". "I'm fine, Bernard, don't need the night stay in the hotel" Hugo interrupted, he took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat off of his forehead, then continued, "drive straight to the other terminal, hopefully we can still make it to South Bend today"

Hours later, a phone call was made to Adolf Kiser's office, "Herr. Kiser, we have rearranged the flight under Herr Oberstrumbannfuhrer Kohl's order, the plane will arrive later on today, as he refused the hotel arrangement"

[NewLakotah]

Keith Alleman
South Bend, Indiana

Keith watched as the battle raged all around him. The shock of the attack was wearing off, reserves and reinforcements were pouring in for the Nazis. The remaining partisans were being shot down and cut down as they tried to fight or flee. Scattered fighting raged down allies and behind stores and in buildings. In short, it was pure hell.

He saw as the group from the platform were rushed off. They were clearly important targets and they quickly drew fire from the partisans. Keith hovered in the alley about 25 yards from them and watched closely. He saw as one of them was hit in the abdomen, getting cut down as the people around him rushed to aid him as the SS officer tried to help and cover them at the same time. He was being rushed out of their quickly. If it was a gut-shot, he didn’t have long and would definitely need to be in a hospital quickly, he thought to himself. He dropped down low. He realized that he was in a pretty bad spot. Basically trapped in and hemmed in on all sides by trigger happy combatants. He figured his best move was to get out. Getting out, though, would require him to cross over to where the platform was and the SS officer and VIP listers. He took a deep breath in and started to move, carefully and keeping low, but moving fast. Ducking around where the group where the man was hit and trying to avoid be noticed too much. He had kept his pistol. But keep in underneath his jacket so that no one could see it.

[Chewion]

One week later
Backstory

Brandon had been released from the hospital two days ago and sent home. Ever since then his father had appointed Nicole to take care of him, something Brandon had no problems with, as his wound was not fully healed. Likewise, Adeline had been staying in the house, to the insistence of their mother, to ensure everything was alright with her.

The damage had mostly been fixed and order restored in the city. The public were publicly angry at the terrorists who had taken their friends and family from them. Already civilians had organized groups trying to track them down to no avail yet.

Brandon Kiser

Brandon looked over at Nicole who sat at a small desk by his rooms window. She remained their most of the day unless attending to Brandon and always seemed to be reading. Brandon couldn’t help but stare at her as she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. His love for her had grown since the kiss on his cheek. Now he tried to sit up with a loud groan, fighting through the pain he sat upright for the first time in days as Nicole turned to see if he was ok he could only smile saying “Nicole I have something for you. I meant to give it to you that day but then we were attacked.”

[Alaroma]

Jonathan Ryder

Going over an inventory of what the Rebels had taken, it could only be concluded that the attack was well worth the efforts. Many good people were lost in the attack during the parade, but they all knew what they were getting themselves into, and when the survivors got back, they could only echo "No Regrets." Honoring their fallen, they could only continue forwards to make their sacrifice not in vain. As news of the Attack spread, the Sons of Liberty as a whole were ecstatic and invigorated. Doctrine had been established, and while they might not have popular support now, they would be working to de legitimize the Nazis, and that was going to take work and blood. Implying it would be easy was a lie, however one of the benefits of attack was a growth in numbers. Not from the local population obviously, but from other areas. Whether it be Sons of Liberty members who wanted to be in a "hot" area, or marginalized peoples who heard of the actions of these SoL members.

As the situation developed, and they worked around their normal lives, the Sons of Liberty just had to sit back, stay low, and wait. Planning for their next incursion, which would probably be a while from now, they needed some piece of damning evidence. Not lots of it, but a piece of it. There next battle would not be fought with guns and bullets, but with the words of Nazis against the Nazis in the form of propaganda. How they would go about doing this, they didn't know, but that's why they were planning. As it stood, the Sons of Liberty didn't gather in groups larger than 3 after hiding their 'loot', so the initial plans to extract information from the Nazis would take a while to plan out. However they wouldn't be without reward.

In a group with Anastasia and Joseph, they sat around talking. Joseph being there due to the discussion of some of the more fine aspects of their operations, and then Ana being there because Jonathan was keeping an eye on her. He had heard of some of the exploits she had on "Liberation Day" and he didn't know what to think about it. Regardless, he said quietly "Word is we killed 10% of the SS in the city in one day. I don't like to indulge myself in the though of murder, but if anyone deserved it, it was definitely the SS. It also appears our incursion has all the Nazis acting like Chickens with their heads cut off. All in all, it was a productive day. We lost good people, but during the American Revolution, I'm sure people said the same." He said patting a piece of paper containing the Inventory they had stolen.

"This has also lead me to suggesting more training for our boys in uniform to high command, we're going against a enemy who is just as well equipped as he is savage and lacking in anything resembling Morals and God. We need to fight like Guerrillas, and we need to fight like it effectively. Anywho, are you guys doing well after last week?" he said as he drank some water.

[Alaroma]

Sofia Kiser

It was a stormy day in South Bend, though it wasn't that way when Sofia when out for a run, pistol on hip. However as the weather changed, it began to rain as the Girl ran through the rain. It was honestly refreshing in her opion, not letting rain deter her. She had to clear her mind of all such things if she expected to continue going through the motions of the Academy. Brandon wasn't expected to be able to move around for weeks, if not months. Therefore that lead to him being replaced as her second command. Sofia in being honest wasn't sure how to respond to it, but her new second was definitely more subordinate to her authority. In that regard she was thankful, though she was more liable to be easier on Brandon.

New situations were always developing in the scene of the world, of life, the most tragic play. When she got to the Academy earlier that week, she discovered non of her cadets were hurt. According to some, the rebels were purposely avoiding hitting them. She thought that was preposterous, Rebels having morals, until she heard a personal account from a Girl in her class. She was following a group of other Cadets until she got cut off in all the confusion. She then ran across a scene where Rebels had gunned down a SS man nearby, and surprised her. Fearing for her life, they only simply disarmed her, then went on their way, fleeing from the ensuing fighting.

Despite the supposed outcry, she wasn't surprised the SS were targeted. If she was a rebel, most her anguish would be pointed at the group that administered the city. All she could say is thank God it was them, and not her Cadets, though she was shocked at the body count of the SS. Ten Percent of the SS in the city were mowed down, and that didn't compare with her shock when she found out the Rebels were simply using this as a distraction. They had also launched an attack on a Base outside the city, raiding the supplies and weapons, though being kind to the garrison. They didn't kill anyone outside those who resisted, and didn't take any prisoners. Odd, that would have been a good bargaining chip, but she wasn't going to tell the Terrorist on how to be more effective terrorists. That would be ridiculous, however she was still wondering why they attacked. What is their ideology, their goal? How can you fight someone if you don't know what they want? She had a clue, the terrorist had burned the Reich's flags at the base and replaced them with old United States flags. Perhaps they were arguing for a restoration of the old union? Perhaps.............

[The Cross and Davids Star]

Elijah Auchild
The attack on Liberation Day had created a mixed amount of feeling within Elijah, some of pride as the Sons of Liberty made themselves known once again, but also of sorrow for those who had died on both sides, but reassured himself that it is all for the greater good of the country, and left it at that. He was busy walking around, sticking to the shadows like he usually did, when he happened to overhear a voice.
"We need to fight like Guerrillas, and we need to fight like it effectively. Anywho, are you guys doing well after last week?" The voice spoke, Elijah, sure it was something wanted to investigate, but after several seconds of silence, he assured himself that it was simply a trick of the wind, and continued on his way with no reason to care about.

[Eclius]

Hugo Kohl

Notified Adolf Kiser, Bernard, along with several SS guards, escorted Hugo to a helicopter. Hugo laughed, he pointed at the helicopter, then said in an amused tone, "seriously, Bernard, seriously?", "well" Bernard replied, "being an Oberstrumbannfuhrer myself, I have never received this level of treatment myself, the fancy jet with champagne and top-grade wine, please", "sure you're not coming along?" Hugo said, as he eagerly stepped into the jet, "South Bend has some nice cafes", "well Hugo, I am stationed in Washington, but soon as I get time, I might come by at one point. Until then, enjoy mowing down those terrorists in South Bend. They've cause some damage to the city......all those innocent souls murdered by these terrorists", Bernard paused, he came closer to Hugo, then whispered in a nearly silent voice, "Oberstgruppenfuhrer Kohl has given you the command over our glorious death squad, the team members will arrive at South Bend later on this week.......be sure to kill the terrorists, all of them! Put a bullet in their heads or round them up then send them to the prison in South Bend". Smiled awkwardly, Hugo bid farewell to his old acquaintance as he made his way to the inner cabins of the jet. As the jet started to take off, Hugo grew anxious, the words, from his old friends in political academy, it reminded him of of the old days.

12 Years Ago
In a prison camp that hosted political prisoners and captives from major resistance group in Europe, Oberstgruppenfuhrer Oskar Kohl paid the visit, along with Hugo and his two brothers. And as they were guided by a fawning and some-what friendly prison warden. Hugo, unlike his brothers was bitterly unimpressed by the prison warden, as half of the speech he made was about the accomplishment by Hugo's father and grandfather (whom made significant contribution to Nazi's victory in Europe). The tour went on and on for hours, Hugo decided to take a walk himself under the permission from his father, and in this, he soon found himself outside a small building, with smoke continuously coming out of the chimney and continuous clacking sound from machines. And as he walked into the door, he was shocked, terrified by what was in front of him, countless half-dead and malnourished workers, forced by SS officers to operate machines that were made to manufacture something he didn't recognize. In there, he witnessed a dozen of workers being beaten, mistreated, and some even shot dead for not being "productive". When suddenly, a soldier yell behind him, asking what he was doing. Having noticed it was Oberstgruppenfuhrer Kohl's son, the soldier saluted, then changed his tone completely, "Herr. Kohl, please, the factory is not the place for...", "Apologies", Hugo said, as he rushed out of the building, "Can you please lead me to the guest building?". The soldier put his Luger back into the pouch, having apologized for pointing the gun at Hugo, he lead Hugo to the guest building. A decent building in the other end of the camp, a building, that distinguished itself from the dull and horrifying scenes of the camp. The building was very well-decorated, with light brownish wallpaper, dark reddish carpets, looking almost new, and decorative pillars which appeared to Hugo as ivory.

Present day...
"The place" Hugo thought to himself, "the factory, and the little field we passed by during the tour.......the warden didn't explain, but that was the execution group, it can almost be guessed what happened to that group of people who were blindfolded, then led into the camp". Hugo was terrified, not only because of the scene, or the consequence of questioning Nazi ideology, but instead, he was terrified a dream while he was on his way to Washington, where he laughed maniacally as he executed several prisoner-looking individual, more or less, a mirrored image of what he observed in the prison camp. In this, he grew unsure, unsure of the things around him, he remembered praising the Furhrer since little, perhaps, even learned Adolf Hitler's name before that of his parents. He remembered the bed time stories his mother used to read him, about the villainy of the "undesirables". However, beyond all this, somewhere inside his unconscious mind, a voice whispered to him "they are monsters! Your father is a monster! Adolf Kiser is a monster, the SS officers in South Bend, are monsters!". Disturbed by his thoughts, Hugo asked for a cup of coffee, where he sipped through gently, just like how he used to, day after day, working as an administrative officer under his father. Hours after, the plane landed, he smiled to the crew in demonstration of his appreciation, stepped down, then observed as the sun shines gently upon South Bend, however, for whatever reason, the bright sun didn't bring him happiness, instead, it brought him a scorching sensation. Soon as he stepped down to the plane. He was greeted by an officer assigned to drive him to his new residence. "Where is Sofia? Sofia Kiser?", "Is there something wrong, Herr Oberstrumbannfuhrer Kohl?", "I've examined the available files, as the special investigator assigned by Berlin headquarter, I need to speak with Sofia Kiser, please, where ever she is, I need to talk with her about the parade attack, it is my fear that it might not be as simple."

[Hothnia]

Adeline Kiser

Adeline paced back and firth acrossed her sisters room as she talked quietly on the phone to Rudolf, who was overseeing the increased air patrols at Trauzel airbase. Rudolf verbally sighed. " So, I was thinking." " Yes?" " You know, I have an opportunity for transfer soon, to somewhere in Bavaria most likely. I really think we should take the option." " But wait! I thought we agreed to raise her away from the influence of the party, away from Berlin." Rudolf sighed again. " I know, but that was before the attack. Now, it's more important that you and the baby are safe. And that safety is back in Germany. I mean, let's be real. With your father's position, there is no way that she'll be out of the influence of the party. Look at Brandon and Sofia."

There was a long pause before Adeline replied. " I'll think about it. Love you and be safe." "You as well. Give me a call if you need anything. Don't hesitate to do it. Bye." Adeline closed her phone slowly and sat down on her sisters bed, deployed in thought. Sure, the baby would be much safer in Germany, it was obvious now that the SS troops stationed in the area couldn't protect her. But at the same time, she'd be losing the support of her family and her daughter wouldn't be able to see her grandparents, ever. Not to mention that Germany wasn't a very safe place for Catholics such as themselves. But then again, neither was here. If her father found out, he'd certainly do away with her husband and lock her up, not literally but figuratively. Adeline lay back on hers sisters bed and closed her eyes. Just a little rest will due me nicely.

[Alaroma]

Sofia Kiser

Getting back to her home, showering, the such, Sofia found herself going over some notes she had prepared for a presentation she had to give. She didn't feel as dutiful to the wok, but life still had to go on despite the attacks that happened last week. She found herself in a more open place in the house seeing as her sister was asleep in her room, which was fine in her opinion. As she worked on her project, she got a call. Picking up the Phone, she answered "Yes, hello?.........you need me? Why........the parade? What about it?.........Why do you need me, I'm a Cadet!..........Okay, yes mein herr, I'll be there." Getting up, she head off again getting on her motorcycle. Putting on her helmet, she sighed, before starting up her Motorcycle. Pulling out of the driveway, her Cycle began to rapidly accelerate as she went on her way to the SS Office. She honestly hated the place, it was to 'Strange' in her opinion. Arriving there, two SS officer escorted her inside and took her to a man named Hugo Kohl. "Hello sir, what do you need from me?" She said being shuffled into an office just fresh from Germany.

[The Cross and Davids Star]

Elijah Auchild

Happily going about his way, Elijah had lost track of time, and distance, and ended up quite a long way from the Academy, and had reached a small junkyard on the outskirts of South Bend. With a sense of curiosity overcoming him, he decides to enter the junkyard to see if he could find anything that he could mess around with. Through his little tour, Elijah had found several motorbike tires, deflated and balded after an indeterminable amount of use, and an idea popped into his head, an image of him riding through the city on a monocycle, fast enough to make his eyes water. This gave Elijah the desire to make one of his own, out of the scrap and parts that he could find in the junkyard, and went straight to work, running through the junkyard over and over again to find any decent parts. And he somewhat did, finding some handlebars, a metal container for a fuel tank, the now cut up motorbike tires, and other spare parts to build the frame. All he needed now was a functioning engine, but no matter how much he looked, he couldn't find what he needed. He wasn't going to give up just yet, and build the frame, attaching the container, the pieces of tire fit together like puzzle pieces on the rim, and went and made some stabilizer fins to put on the back of his makeshift vehicle. With his monocycle just about complete, he hid it in a secret spot in the junkyard and went off to find a compatible engine.

[Union Princes]

Patrick O'Liam

"Still no reply from my superiors" thought Patrick as he is preparing to leave for his guard duty, "Perhaps it got lost in the mail. I'll just have write another one when I get back" He chucked slightly as he looked at himself at a closet mirror. "If Ma and Pa could see me now." He opened the door from his abode and left to his station.

Ever since he arrived to South Bend Indiana, it has been mundane since day one. O'Liam was bored being a Stadswacht but in the end he was content knowing that if he performed well, he could be transferred to the division his father served in. The patrol routines were his daily walks and Patrick O'Liam enjoyed the scenery of the town as he strolled down the street. Nothing happens here, at least, nothing worth writing home about. But his superiors always said "Be on careful watch for any partisans! The Gälisch division won't accept corpses as recruits."

Patrick scoffed tiredly. "Partisans... It's 2017, there are no resistance fighters of any kind. Who would there stand up against the Reich?"

His walkie-talkie beeped and he answered the call. It seems there was a huge car crash somewhere in South Bend and they need all nearby SS Stadswachts to assist redirecting traffic.

Patrick signed as he continued on his patrol. "Nothing ever happens." he thought.

[Helensted]

Nicole de Graye

Nicole thought it would be best if she laid low for the duration of the week that followed the "Liberation" Day celebration. She had taken up her work for the Kiser Family, and made a steady wage in the process. She had at first been insulted when she was designated to simply help take care of Brandon, but she soon got over it and found the work to be rather calming after a while. News of the aftermath of the attack had shocked her. She had been sent to the former United States to take tabs on the Kiser family and to evaluate the growing unrest with this new revolutionary group, but what transpired in the previous week was almost too much for her to write to the British government in a coherent manner.

There she sat, in the corner of Brandon's room at a desk. Brandon himself had been resting for the previous week, mainly in his bed. Nicole opened her laptop on the desk, and fingers flying, she typed... To the executive of the MI6 Program and the Parliament of the British Emp- she was interrupted by Brandon's groan. Brandon was now upright in his bed, and staring at her, he said “Nicole, I have something for you. I meant to give it to you that day but then we were attacked.”

Nicole of course didn't know what he was talking about. She quickly closed her laptop in a slight panic, but then turned to him and smiled. "Yes, Brandon? What is it?"

[Romanussia]

Joseph Marchesani

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Joe had made his way back home, swerving his Porsche over to his house, returning from along day's work of leading the cause against the Nazis. The Germans may have inflicted casualties upon the rebels, however their own losses were huge in comparison. They had won the day. He started to heal his wounds, maybe think. He'd decided it better to law low than go back.

However, he recovered. And he had set out on getting back to the Sons of Liberty.

He walked to the headquarters cautiously, moving through the alleyways with his hood over his head. When he finally made a detour to an high-rise apartment after reading a note and set out, he greeted the members inside. They were each gathered around the room, and silence came upon the group as Jonathan spoke:

"Word is we killed 10% of the SS in the city in one day. I don't like to indulge myself in the though of murder, but if anyone deserved it, it was definitely the SS. It also appears our incursion has all the Nazis acting like Chickens with their heads cut off. All in all, it was a productive day. We lost good people, but during the American Revolution, I'm sure people said the same," he said patting a piece of paper containing the Inventory they had stolen, "This has also lead me to suggesting more training for our boys in uniform to high command, we're going against a enemy who is just as well equipped as he is savage and lacking in anything resembling Morals and God. We need to fight like Guerrillas, and we need to fight like it effectively. Anywho, are you guys doing well after last week?" he said as he drank some water.

Joe sat down and replied, "I'm alright it seems. Took some injuries, Porsche got damaged," he chuckled, "but the attack was a success." He remembered the ideas he drew up, and said them as they started pouring into his head. "But I agree with your statement. Our boys need better discipline, and they need better arms. Though the public is in disdain of our actions, I have word some were empowered; they saw they could stand up to the Nazis effectively. In light of this, we need to use this to our advantage. The most elite must be trusted with high command and other duties, and thus we'll be more efficient. What I'm suggesting here is a new way of authority, ones we can trust for espionage and missions and teaching the new recruits: the Minutemen." he paused for a response, hoping it could be something they'd work on.

[Chewion]

Brandon Kiser

Brandon smiled at Nicole and said “Come here.” As she walked over he grabbed the necklace and held it under the pillow. When she got over to him he pulled it out and said “I talked to my father and he said I could give it to you. It’s old. From the French Royalties collection that the revolutionaries captured during the French Revolution. I know your French-Canadian but it still has a connection to a part of your ancestry.”

[Eclius]

Sofia Kiser

Getting back to her home, showering, the such, Sofia found herself going over some notes she had prepared for a presentation she had to give. She didn't feel as dutiful to the wok, but life still had to go on despite the attacks that happened last week. She found herself in a more open place in the house seeing as her sister was asleep in her room, which was fine in her opinion. As she worked on her project, she got a call. Picking up the Phone, she answered "Yes, hello?.........you need me? Why........the parade? What about it?.........Why do you need me, I'm a Cadet!..........Okay, yes mein herr, I'll be there." Getting up, she head off again getting on her motorcycle. Putting on her helmet, she sighed, before starting up her Motorcycle. Pulling out of the driveway, her Cycle began to rapidly accelerate as she went on her way to the SS Office. She honestly hated the place, it was to 'Strange' in her opinion. Arriving there, two SS officer escorted her inside and took her to a man named Hugo Kohl. "Hello sir, what do you need from me?" She said being shuffled into an office just fresh from Germany.

Seeing Sofia walking into the guest room, Hugo stood up, smiled at her. Having signaled the guards to leave the room he greeted, "please, Fraulein Kiser, have a seat. I'm not sure if you know me, I'm Hugo Kohl, my father, he's an old acquaintance of Herr. Kiser's back in the days. In response to the presence of the terrorist groups, I was assigned to investigate the activities of these criminal. Now, uh, I apologize for the trouble, I'm aware you're yet to recover from the horrific events that recently happened at the parade. And I apologize that the driver I sent to pick you up didn't quite arrive on time", he poured Sofia a cup of tea, then placed several sheets of paper from a file folder onto the table, then continued, "you see, Fraulein, a recent report suggests that you're among the only several surviving individuals who witnessed the event from the every start. To be honest, I have my doubts about the accuracy of the report, but can you please tell me what you saw? The moment before the attack? Were there suspicious individuals? Now, here are several pictures of individuals suspected to have participated or somehow aided the activities of the terrorists during the attack, as suggested by Gestapo, it can be confirmed they were not shot dead by our brave soldiers", he took out the pictures, then placed them one by one before Sofia, "do you recognize any of the faces Fraulein?"

[NewLakotah]

Keith Alleman
South Bend, Indiana

It had been a tough work around for Keith. The days following the partisan attack had been ones of panic and stress for the Canadian spy. He had, of course, gone back to his small apartment near the campus of Notre Dame. It was his safehouse for all practical purposes. He anxiously paced the room in the 48 hours following the attack, waiting for any knock on the door or sound, smoking through packs of cigarettes to deal with the stress, hoping and praying no one had seen him there or followed him back.

He had also made contact with the Canadian Security Intelligence Service. Informing them of the raid, about the active resistance movement active in the region, and about the SS presence in the town. He didn’t sleep much for a few days, however, after the first 2 days, things calmed down for him. He had barely left the apartment, but he had a job to do. One that would very possibly lead to his death, but one that he had to do. Over the next few days, he moved around the town. Getting to know the area. Where the local police where, were the SS and high command was. Where the rulers of the town where. He had made a note of it to figure out who was on that platform. After about a day of searching he figured it out. It was the Kiser family. Adolf Kiser was the Nazi political leader of the town. He had two children, two that he recognized. Brandon Kiser and Sofia Kiser. Brandon Kiser was the kid that had been shot. He still had no information about the others that were on the platform, the girl and the SS officer. It was too dark and he was a bit too much in a hurry. They didn’t seem to be important high level Nazis, since they didn’t really come up in his early investigations.

He had also been on the lookout for any of the partisans that he could recognize. Namely the man who had so clearly recognized him as a CSIS operative. He didn’t know who he was, or where he worked, if he did have a job. So he was flat out of luck in that regard. He was hoping to find out something about him and find out more about this resistance movement and how they were armed and whether or not he could start getting airdrops in from the RCAF and RAF to start supplying them with better weapons.

He was out, strolling the streets moving past the Kiser residence, decided to check up on them. Seeing if there was anything happening. He knew that the SS and Nazi leaders would not stand to let something like that happen again in this town. Retribution would be swift. Deadly. It would crush this town and the resistance if they were not strong.

As he moved past the house and down the street he felt a buzzing in his pocket. It was his phone. It was a standard ordinary phone. A standard US made phone. The message was from CSIS headquarters in Ottawa. Not that you would be able to tell. The CSIS SIGINT corps had managed to hide their signals and bounce them off of US signals and hiding and obscuring their IP to make it look like it was coming from somewhere else, making it seem like the messages were, in fact, coming from somewhere within Germany occupied territory, not Free Canada. In fact, it looked like it the messages were from a small town in Michigan. A place where Keith was supposed to be from. His identity was, of course, as a recent university graduate from Eastern Michigan University, moving to South Bend to begin attending university at Notre Dame. So the fact, if anyone was watching his messages, that he would receive a message from Michigan would seem rather ordinary. Especially when the contact was a friend.

Charles: No books for school yet. Let me know when classes begin. Tom’s daughter is supposed to be there, but she was with us for linguistics classes. Graduate, top of the Class. Employed. Try and get together with her.

Keith: Will do. Signing up for classes soon.

Keith leaned against the fence surrounding the Kiser residence. It seemed like an ordinary text to most people. Simple chat between friends attending university. However, the meaning was much different. The translation read something like this, “Unable to send supplies to resistance yet. Let us know when you make contact with the resistance. MI6 has an agent in the area. She is a French-Canadian. Works for Kiser Family. Try and contact her.” Keith frowned a bit. He hadn’t known that there was another agent before landing. That might be something important to know. However, it seemed that the two agencies, despite their close relationship and alliance, often didn’t communicate as well as they should. Either way, he had more than a few people to keep

[The Cross and Davids Star]

Elijah Auchild

"There has got to be somewhere where I can find a bloody engine, but where?" Elijah asked himself, hands in his pockets and looking around every few seconds, hoping for some sign to point him into the right direction. After a perceived eternity of walking, he eventually found what he was looking for, a 4-cylinder motorcycle engine. With one hefty price tag. Elijah facepalmed himself, having felt defeated by the all-mighty dollar, coming so close to the bike of his dreams, but failed in the end. He returned to his incomplete monocycle, pushing it all the way back to the Academy, praying in his mind all the while. As far as he knew at the moment, his dream was nothing but dead, with no engine to power it, the monocycle was even more of a pile of scrap than it was before, he resolved to try again to find another engine sometime, but not now.

[Union Princes]

Patrick O'Liam

After his patrol was finished for the day, Patrick first went back to his assign garrison station. As soon as he stepped inside, he could automatically tell his missed a lot when he was on routine. "I swear, either I'm avoiding my job or my job is avoiding me." thought Patrick as he passed by dozens of his comrades all tense and stressed. He straight towards his commanding officer Stadtwacht Albert Pierce.
"Guten Tag, Rottenführer Pierce." greeted Patrick.
"Guten Tag, Stadtwacht O'Liam." replied Pierce, "Brash as always. If you're wondering about that transfer to an actual SS division, I told you I'll look into it."
"That's not why I'm here but I truly appreciate your assistance." beamed Patrick, "I'm here because I'm wondering what happened here when I was gone."
"Here? Nothing really happens here, you missed nothing."
"But I saw a SS truck carrying even more Stadtwachts coming into the town."
"Oh? If you mean that, they're from Indianapolis. I received notice ahead of time that South Bend will be garrisoned a little more thoroughly than last time."
"I saw three trucks-"
"Don't worry, there was a kerfuffle between SS units and Revolutionaries. Nothing worth panicking about. Besides, that skirmish happened on the other side of town. I say stick to your patrol and keep your hands on your firearm." Pierce gently pointed at pistol holstered at Patrick's utility belt before walking away to deal with other assignments.
****
During the night, Patrick went back to his quarters. As he was going to sleep, his eyes rested on his pistol. "Revolutionaries..." he thought, "I'm gonna need a much bigger gun to deal with this."

[Sriker]

William grabs his cart of milk and walks up to two SS officers on a smoke break “Will you like some Milk it’s the finest in South Bend” one of them grabs a cup and Drinks it real slow but the other officer just stares at William like he seen a pig fly William Smiling hops in his car but the one officer who drank the milk asks “Do you want money”William smiles and tells him “Free of charge”William drives off but he sees the Kiser house and knocks on the door

[Alaroma]

Sofia Kiser

Looking at the pictures, she shook her head. "Sir, during the attack, all the partisans were wearing masks, or covering their faces in some manner. Disguised, so I couldn't tell you about any faces." She said, the Rebels being in black 'Uniforms' when they launched their attack. She guessed they did it so they wouldn't be able to be distinguished, but their uniforms were so familiar to everyday clothing give them enough time, they could drift into the background. That would make any investigations all the more complicated. "As before the attack-" she said before taking a small sip of tea "I saw nothing out of the ordinary. It was normal, then I saw SS officers erupting into blood, their heads snapping violently backwards, and the whole parade in a panic." She said, continuing her description. "If we we're being honest, I was as shocked as the next person. I stood there in a daze of horror looking as SS officers began crumpling violently to the floor."