Deutsches Amerika-IC

[Alaroma]

Jonathan Ryder

Standing before hundreds of Rebels, Jonathan stood above them all. It was a bright day, a day celebrated by the American people of their “Liberation.” No, that day was July, 4th. This was a day of oppression by the Nazi bastards. A dark day, implemented by the Fascist, patting themselves on the back, lying to their conquered subjects that this was what Liberty looked like. Nazism, and Liberty, were unworkable. “Today, is the day we strike out against the Nazis! We have been chained, and oppressed for too long! The United States is not theirs, but ours! It is our duty, as Sons of LIBERTY to remind the people of the USA what our founding fathers wanted! It wasn’t this! This nation was “conceived in Liberty, and DEDICATED to the Proposition that ALL men were created equal!” The Nazi Bastards have shit all over that, and thus the government “of, by, and for the People” has gone into the darkness. A Darkness we cannot allow it to remain in. You all know what we must do today!” He raised his fist, within it he clenched a MK 111 Assault RIfle.

A crowd of similarly armed fists raised, the faces holding them masked, and all in what could be called a “uniform” of the Rebellion. Hooded with various black bullet vests, black masks and cargo pants. There were some using American Flags as bandanas and masks, however for the most part it was uniform. In theme at least. The men and Women of the Sons of Liberty began to get to work, packing the weapons and explosives they would be needing. Most explosives, including C4, would be spared to the larger assault force who would be heading towards the base with supplies. Of course, they would also be doing the dirtier work where they planned to “Wipe the Base Clean” if you will. They planned to take some prisoners, but they wouldn’t be staying inside the city, and probably wouldn’t be returning. They would be given to the larger SoL network of operations, where they can be bargained as they pleased.

As the Sons of Liberty readied, they began heading out to get into position. Jonathan had head out with the 60 or so operators heading to the parade to get into position. Meanwhile he would be heading to the larger operation to hit the Nazi Base outside the city. It would be a fast endeavour, killing the Nazis would be the easiest thing they did all day. What happened after would be tricker. They had the plans and such to help make sure they would know the stores, the most opportune time to hit them, and Necessity of getting the equipment out and into their transport vehicles. An “In and out, 20 minute adventure” as Jonathan had phrased it. It would be one hell of a show, he had to say that. As he watched people begin to in groups pull out in secret from the Warehouse, he sat in his “office” looking down at all the people moving. He sat in his chair, only 19 years old, and leading a what could be considered “military” operation. He’d stolen some German Cadets books on the arts of war, and twisted it to fit his needs. He looked at the 48 stared US flag, hanging from a wall in the office. The only “personal” item he allowed in the office. It reminded him every day why they were fighting. He then took out a picture of from his wallet, a picture of Billie-Jean, and it served as an reminder of why he fought as well. It was going to be a long day……

[Romanussia]

Joseph Marchesani

---

Joe had woken up to a start, shaking off a nightmare. He had faced some stress - and the trauma of last night - yet he never relented. He grabbed the guns in the back of his shelf, something he did regularly now, and loaded them. He rushed off to the meeting place once more.

This time the day had come.

He once again entered to find Jonathan rallying the troops, dresses up in scarves and bandanas, automatics and semi-automatics in hand, along with hand guns and rifles littered in their pockets and the floor. He opened up a briefcase with his name on it - a Barret M82 sniper, a frag grenade, many bullets, and a pack of cigarettes placed into holes carved into a black foam - and closed it once more.

He approached Jonathan pushing past the crowd,p. He made his way to the front and began a small speech - "My countrymen, patriots and all, I have been designated as one of the task forces to handle the festivities, if you will. I may look Aryan, but I swear I'm anything but. It's time we stand up, become the new Foudning Fathers, and triumph over those damn Jerries. We'll send Fritz all the way back to Europe, and we won't rest 'till Berlin is in our hands! Are you with me!"

An uproar from the crowd came again, echoing through the halls. He turned to Jonathan, "Alright. What's our objective. Get to what location. What time?" he began. He added, "Omce we're off the ground with that one, we're taking liftoff. ASAP we'll be up and at 'em with the Germans."

[NewLakotah]

South Bend, Indiana
Keith Alleman

His insertion into the occupied States of America had gone over rather well. He didn't think that he had been caught or noticed after slipping past the Canadian-American border. South Bend, and much of the Midwest, was a mystery to Allied Commanders, who had very little modern information on the resistance movement or Nazi movement, if there even was any. This was why Keith was here. It was apart of a broad mission spanning much of the Midwestern states, from Minnesota to Ohio, with CSIS, MI6 and other Allied agents, included Russians. While Keith would never outright call himself a sympathizer or a Communist, he did harbour some pro-Soviet sentiments. However, that really wasn't the important issue at the moment. No, the important issue was to find a way to blend right in. Find a way into the town, find out what he could about resistances, military forces and whatnot.

He had heard that there was some sort of rally happening in town that day. It seemed like a good idea to attend, see who was there, who was on top and who could be potential contacts. Either way, not showing up would probably be a bad idea and would result in suspicion being raising in his direction. No it was better to attend and keep as low of a profile as you possibly could. Keith walked down the street, following a few other pedestrians who seemed to all be moving in the same direction; towards the rally.

[Romanussia]

Joseph Marchesani

---

The time had come, the moment right. It was time to rise up against Fritz. Members continued to make speeches, and a large group was now either armed or watching along ckntently. More and more started to draw in. Joe now prepared.

The iron is hot, repeat, the iron is hot.

The militants buzzed on their radio. The rally was dispersed. They scattered. Joe ordered them to go undercover - there outfit drawing enough attention - and hide, springing up to activate the plan. He was ordered to a square-ish, apartment high-rise. He was making his way through the crowded streets when he spotted a man standing there, wanting to get closer.

He had sniffed around, finding all sorts of double-agents and secret SS. While the man looked suspicious, Joe identified him, once ordered by them to do a contract to take out one of the SS agents in the area. No, this man was anything but German.

He was a CSIS.

[NewLakotah]

Keith Alleman
South Bend, Indiana

Keith noticed the crowd around him growing larger suddenly, as a group of very determined looking people started to pass by him as he looked for a way towards the rally. He outwardly tried to appear relaxed, however, he could instantly tell by the mood that something was up. He noticed a man staring at him intently. He looked back at him. He wondered for a second if he was a German agent, spotting him out of the crowd. he looked around him again. Studying the people moving out, in succinct order, dispersing almost. He noticed people with their hands covering their jackets, concealing something. Other men almost doing what he was doing, looking out for something. Possibly SS, possibly double agents. He couldn't know. His hand instinctively went to his back, gently touching the grip of his own concealed pistol. He looked back at the man, who was still looking at him. His face seeming to dawn on some conclusion. He looked at him closely. While there was no being sure, he didn't seem like the type to be a SS agent. He could be an undercover type, there was no way of knowing. All he knew is that this man seemed to have some interest in Keith. Maybe he was one of the resistance?

In this moment Keith new had a just a moment to decide what his actions would be. He new the risks involved with any action, but he knew his orders. What his mission was. To hell with it. He thought. He glances casually in either direction, before walking towards the man methodically. Not rushing to draw suspicion, nor moving too slow, which might be equally suspicious. He takes out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lights it. He takes a drag of it before moving up along side the main. He casually moves the pack towards the man.

"Cigarette?" He asks causally, looking around at the crowed area around him.

[Romanussia]

Joesph Marchesani

---

The man stared back. He started to approach. Joe reflexovely brought his hand to taper up his back up onto his revolver, tapping his fingers rhythmically. The man instead handed him a pack of cigarettes, something joesph could not resist. So he picked up one graciously and replied.

"Thanks..."

He grabbed his lighter and set it ablaze. He gave an order on his walkie-talkie before heading out. Before leaving the man, he spun around and said, "Plans are going down. They're confidential for now. I suggest you leave before SS get in," he began. "If you need more information, I'd be happy to see if you're CSIS or not." he whispered, trying to not give away any information.

He walked off only a couple paces, waiting for a response intentionally, cigarette smoke trailing him.

[Alaroma]

The Parade

Resistance Snipers had all gotten into place, loud thunderous boots could be heard coming down on the concrete. As the snipers were lined up in their positions it was growingly obvious that the time so long awaited was finally here. As the men from different Regiments came down the streets, marching, the Nazi pride was glowing from their faces as they marched. As the time grew closer and closer, the men and women of the Rebel Assault force waited impatiently. It was growing almost unbearable, the itch to kill was there. It was knawing like a dog knaws on a bone. It was consuming, hatred from all the years bubbling up.

Then, the codeword was given. Jonathan gave the word "Lexington". With that, it began. SS members who were marching erupted into blood as Bullets smacked into their chests, around 40 Waffen SS were downed within 3 seconds, then more rapid targeting followed. Guards, Soldiers, SS, all the sort were collapsing to the streets screaming, blood running down the parade avenue. Then there were the Kisers, who were hidden from gunfire barely.

Sofia surprised got up, suddenly overwhelmed with worry for her cadets, the whole situation going so horribly she could not have predicted such a catastrophe. Then that's when a grenade landed at her father's feet, all the Kiser family within it's blast Radius. She heard the thud, but was too captivated by the falling bodies of Soldiers and SS men alike. The only bright spot was that her cadets seemed to be spared from the Sniper fire. She had only had one question, and that question was "Why?" The words came trembling out of her mouth, only able to watch the soldiers of the Reich be torn apart.

On the streets, the attack had begun quickly as the snipers seemed to be attacking from everywhere and nowhere at the same time in this regard. It was a day of reckoning if there ever was one. To that point, the Rebels had succeeded in their position. Some well placed Grenades where officials were, bullets for the average soldier, this took months of planning, and it was finally paying off. Yes indeed, it was the beginning of quite the eventful day. Of course when it was all said and done, it would not be as terrible as the attack about to commence outside the town on the Nazi Base there.

[Sapientia Et Bellum]

Today was the day of action according to the documents Anastasia had gained from the Resistance however she decided the best plan of attack for her was to target Nazi patrol routes all around town. She dressed in heavy clothing and wrapped a scarf around her face before loading backpacks with timed pipe bombs and other improvised explosive devices she had created in the previous day's. She moved swiftly to plant the bombs in areas along routes where vehicles and foot soldiers would be moving and with the timers set for the exact moment the troops should come across the area. She was able to do this thanks to documentation from the Sons Of Liberty which mapped and timed the routes in secrecy. The plan goes off without a hitch as shrapnel and death come to some 30 different Nazi soldiers working along the routes which causes mass chaos among the patrols. She uses the chaos to escape undetected back to the apartment where she slams the door shut and locks it. She suddenly begins to hear mass gunfire from the center of the city, the Sons Of Liberty were commiting a massacre. Anastasia grabbed her rifle, the one she looted from the officer that she had murdered in cold blood, and ran outside. The entire criminal oasis was out of control as chaos had taken over the streets. She smiles slightly at the scene as satanic as she remembered a quote from a book that she had read several years ago... "I, John Brown, am now quite certain that the crimes of this guilty land can never be purged away but with blood."

Anastasia had killed 30 men in the period of several hours and even more were being murdered by the sons of liberty. The day of reckoning for the Nazi Empire had come as the people had finally begun to throw off their shackles by murdering the hell beast that enslaves them. The words of Thomas Paine were being realized through bloodshed and war just as they had been in the year of our Lord 1776. God, with holy Authority, was now delivering his justice to the earth as was prophesized in the book of Revelation. The mighty serpentine named Satan had been cast down to hell.

[Chewion]

Brandon Kiser

Brandon saw the gernade land and quickly kicked it off the platform. Then he paused for a moment seeing all the death around him. Eventually he cane back to his senses and gabbed Sophia and Adeline, pushing them to the ground but being careful about Adeline’s stomach. He heard the death and smelled the overwhelming Oder of gunpowder fill his nostrils bringing him close to vomiting.

[Alaroma]

Jonathan Ryder

As Jonathan rode on a motorcycle, he was around a quarter of a mile from the Nazi Base. He was out of South Bend by this point, riding towards Rebel positions. With the Nazis distracted and in lower numbers at the Base, the assault was in prime position. Arriving at the rendezvous with the other rebels, he got his rifle and prepared to lead the assault. Checking in on the other Rebel Assault, it was under full swing. “Good, looks like things are going as planned. Time to kick things off here boys.” He said to the Rebels over comms for Group B. Jonathan had imagined this day for years, and it was finally coming.

The entryways guards were killed quickly, the opening gate smashed through by a ramming truck. Inside the truck, out came Rebels who jumped out, lobbing grenades and opening fire from their assault rifles, SMGs, and Pistols. Soon after the initial attack, dozens and dozens and eventually hundreds of Rebels stormed the Base flooding into the weakened base.

Charging in as well, Jonathan let off the cry “FREEDOM OR DEATH!” Soon the cry overtook the Rebels as they overtook the surprised Nazi Garrison at the Base, killing the Nazis wherever they were found. The only real people who were spared initially were people serving clerical roles, or sanatorium duties. Organized resistance lasted 9 minutes before Nazi ranks devolved into panic, trying to flee what almost seemed like a horde of angry Rebels to them. Most Nazis afterwards were spared, some Meanwhile The armory was absolutely raided, and stripped of any weapons.

Afterwards, making sure all the equipment they could load up was taken, they began pulling out. All said in done, they took like three prisoners, leaving the majority of the other troops with a Message. The Message that “Liberty was here”, pulling out, and going into hiding. With that, the day had concluded on a note of rebellion against the Nazis. Now just for the rebels in town to get out………...

[Alaroma]

Sofia Kiser- Rebel Assault

Oh no, Oh no, Oh no. she thought as she laid there, then hearing the grenade go off, and a blood curdling scream come after. The phrase "Warum Gott!" thrown out before more screaming was heard below the platform they were on. The Kiser Family was saved, but more SS Guards had gotten the injured due to that Grenade. She could feel the world closing in around her, the sounds of gunfire and screams the only thing she could truly focus on. Here she was, in a situation of danger and violence, and she couldn't do anything. Here she was, thrown to the floor, in a dress. A sad predicament indeed, and lord knows if any of her cadets were hurt or not. She could feel herself slowly rising up, the feelings of confusion, anger, and fear all coming to her in a terrible blend. Soon, all she could think was "Warum Gott, Warum Gott, Warum Gott........" Why God.........In what could have been for the first time in over a decade, Sofia began to feel tears trickle down her face, and she got even angrier when she felt them.

She then began to head over to her sister saying "Are you okay Adeline" trying to help her, concerned for her and the baby. She couldn't do anything as Sofia the soldier right now, so she could only help to be helpful as Sofia the daughter and sister. "We need to get out of here, they're obviously targeting high ranking officials, whoever they are." Of course, she said that as a SS Lieutenant's head snapped backwards in a haze of blood, crumpling to the ground. "They also have a hate for the SS in particular." She thought to herself as she began to help her sister up.

[Sapientia Et Bellum]

Anastasia begins to patrol the streets herself, shooting down stragglers from the bloodbath that occured earlier at the parade along with the help of several men she had recruited from the black markets. Anastasias killings are ruthless towards anyone wearing an iron cross... The means of death range from scalping men while they are alive to to shooting men in the testicles and leaving them to bleed out. The men that are working with her make ruthless killings as well due to several of them being legitimate serial killers on the run. Blood continues to run in the streets as rats come out to feast.

[Romanussia]

Jospeh Marchesani

---

Joe had grabbed a sniper, aiming at the 'festivities' below. The SS had started to march. It seemed like a good target from there. Then a code word was muttered in to the radio.

Bang!

Like a sleeper agent, Joe had jolted to life, firing bullet upon the soldiers. The hellfire rained down. The shots tore through the uniforms and skin, and blood leaked out. Red had stained the area. Joe looked on before retreating.

In the chaos, he escaped. Running over to the base just outside the countryside. He slid across to his car, pulling out before riding out. Bullets riddled the car, just barely missing. And it was a relief the shots missed, too, because that was a Porsche Joe was able to get his hands on, robbing it from an unlucky soul a couple months prior.

He drove towards the countryside, the urban streets toning down to quiet s, getting more slacker each time. He wa eventually out of South Bend. He was now in the rural countryside, only a couple,e of roads left to take. He swerved over to the warehouse where he disembarked.

He met the rest of the gang and Jonathan inside.

[Hothnia]

Adeline Kiser

Of course, as soon as she closed her eyes, it all went to shit. Adeline had been sitting for what like hours, and finally closed her eyes, too tired to keep this up, when the shooting started. Within seconds, the sounds of endless marching and the Bavarian brass band were replaced by automatic weapon fire, and screams. Lots of screams. Adeline's eyes shot open just to see a small grenade hit the edge of the platform and roll towards her slightly. Her eyes snapped shut again. Well, this is the end. Goodbye Rudolf. Goodbye Amelia. Goodbye everyone. A large force smacked into from the side, sending her onto the floor, knocking the breath out of her.

At least she was alive. Adeline stayed on the ground, not moving, waiting for it all to end. She felt someone try to help her up, but she resisted, and stayed down. From somewhere else, small drops of liquid flecked her skin, likely blood from a nearby SS officer. Suddenly, there was someone else bending over her, shouting something. " Frau Manstein! We have got to go, now!" Upon seeing her not move, the young Prussian officer picked her up and gestured for Sofia to follow him. " Come on, we've got to go!"


Rudolf Manstein

It had been 20 minutes since the shooting started. Rudolf and the rest of Igle squadron had watched the scene from above, helpless, despite the weapons on their aircraft. Using them, would be like killing dozens of both civilians and friendlies. So, they had circled and waited for something that they could do. Then they had saw it. Lubenz's scanner has picked up a car, a Porsche, heading towards the countryside. Pocket marked with bullets none the less. Upon confirmation from Büchenheim back at the airbase, the car was not owned by the German Military in the area. So, the four jets had flown higher and defeaned their engines, slowly tracking the car.

That was a bit ago, now Rudolf watched as the car slowly rolled to a stop in front of a group of large warehouses. Lubenz's voice crackled over the Comms. " Herr Kaiptain, this building is reportedly abandoned and not used. Permission to engage?" Rudolf lowered his finger over the trigger. " Ja, send them to hell." At once, 8 small ballistic missiles streaked from the jets. Of the 8, five hit their target. Two smashed into the largest buildings, sending portions of the roof to collapse, burying parts of the building. One missle hit a smaller building, to no effect. Another hit another small building, this one erupting into a massive fireball. Feldwebel Grüber's came over the radio. " Ammunition depot?" " Ja, likely." The last missle hit a medium sized building, sending one wall to collapse inward.

All four jets immediately dove towards the buildings, the four 30 millimeter cannons opening upon from the nose. Large tufts of earth were thrown up in the air by the bullets. One trail of the ammunition cut the poor Porsche they were following into two pieces and another sliced directly through the epicenter of the main building. The four jets peeled away and Leutenant Hartmann, the fourth man in the squadron, sent a quick message to the air base, relaying the squadrons location to Büchenheim and asking for the two squadron helicopters to come over, guns loaded, to clean up the survivors that were too slow for the fast moving jets.

[Chewion]

Brandon Kiser

Brandon slowly got up from the ground after pushing his sister’s down only to see Nicole looking panicked and unsure of what to do. Running over to her he quickly said “Everything is going to be ok.” Behind him he saw his father and mother being taken away by security. At least one less thing to worry about. Suddenly a rebel jumped onto the stage. Placing himself in front of Nicole he waited for the knife wielding rebel to attack. Brandon waited for the rebel to get closer before grabbing his arm holding the knife and sweeping his legs out from under him. Then he broke the arm and took the knife. Intending to stab him he couldn’t bring himself to do it before Nicole so instead whistled to a nearby SS man who had a gun. He could deal with the killing.

Turning back around Brabdon stuffed the knife in his belt and said “My dear I am going to get us out of here.Hold on to my neck when I pick you up.” Quickly picking her up bridal style, he ran after Sophia and Adeline who was being carried by a SS man. Taking a moment to look down at Nicole he smiled. Even with all this death and confusion she still looked beautiful.

Catching up with Sophia’s group he said “Where are we going?”

[Helensted]

Nicole de Graye

Enfer. Inferno. Hell. The only words to describe the events taking place around Nicole. Explosions erupted around her in the crowd, the screams of dying innocents and Nazi officers, the constant gunfire taking place around the stage, all of it proved too much for her at first. As the attack first made it's way upon the crowd, she hunkered down, fearful. Why should freedom come with such violence?

She was dressed in a gallant and revealing dress, not fit for the situation at hand. High heals that raised her centimeters above the ground were the only thing between her feet and the quaking ground below.

Nicole was abruptly sent out of her trance as a rebel climbed the stage and positioned himself in front of her, he brandished a knife in one hand and wore a flag of the late American Republic around his mouth. She closed her eyes and welcomed what was to come of her. As she prepared for her inevitable death, Brandon jumped in front of Nicole and shielded her from the rebel. He swept the rebel off of his feet, and broke the rebel's arm in the process. Brandon turned to her and swept her off her feet, carrying her in a bridal manner. Her thoughts were jumbled at first, and she could only think or talk in Quebecois-French. "Qu'est-ce que c'est Brandon? S'il vous plaît dites-moi ce qui se passe!"

Nicole was visibly shaking in Brandon's arms, but upon trying to communicate with him, she started to fully come to her senses. Still in his arms, she slipped off her expensive high heels from her feet. She was now barefoot and able to walk on her own. "Dépose-moi, put me down Brandon." Her words now slurred into English. "I can manage my own fate, Monsieur." She squirmed until Brandon was forced to put her down. With gunfire still blazing all around them, Brandon and Nicole were now with Sophia Kiser, and her sister Adeline. In a shaky voice, she asked the group "What do we do now? Where do we go?"

[Chewion]

Brandon Kiser

Brandon knelt down next to Nicole both to talk to her better and shield her. Getting closer he said “We need to make it back to my house. I drove myself here today and my car is just around the corner. If we run fast we can make it.” Pausing for a moment he turned to his sisters and the SS man and explained what would need to happen. Then he turned back to Nicole and said in French “Si quelque chose arrive, je voulais que tu saches que je t'aime ma chérie.”

[Helensted]

Nicole de Graye

Amidst the chaos, Nicole lightly pecked Brandon's cheek as he professed his love for her. She rest her hand on his chest and explained, "Monsieur, first we must make it out of this mess with our lives."

Adrenaline pumped through her veins, and with it she shook profusely as she stood in front of Brandon, Adeline, and Sofia. Despite this, she had fully gained control over the situation and her professional training that she received from the British government in the MI6 began to kick in. "If we do want to make it out of this situation alive, we will not be going back to your house, Brandon." Upon finishing the sentence, an explosion erupted in a blaze of fury in the building closest to them, screams followed. "This is an organized attack, and we all are probably the main targets. That grenade that was thrown onto the stage as the attack began was no coincidence. I would not be surprised if there are terrorists clearing out your home as we speak."

She walked, barefoot, to the bloody corpse of a dead SS officer who had been shot in several places, found the pistol around his waist, and grabbed it. Before returning to the group she placed her hand over the eyes of the fallen soldier so he many finally rest in peace. The sight of the dismembered body made her squirm, and she had to do everything in her power to not remember the memory of her the deaths of her parents. She snapped out of her little trance, and returned to the group.

"We need another plan of action, I'm afraid."

[Chewion]

Brandon Kiser

Brandon smiled as Nicole kissed his cheek. He was in a state of euphoria for a moment before snapping back to reality. He watched as Nicole froze over the dead body but decided it could wait till later. Then he thought for a moment before saying “The farm! Our family owns a farm just outside of town. Nobody knows about it really and it should be safe. On three we run to the car. One. Two. Three.” The group made a mad dash towards the VIP car lot. Suddenly a rebel appeared from behind the wall. Filled with adrenaline Brandon brandished the knife and stabbed the rebel right in his eye before continuing on to the car. Reaching it he unlocked it as everyone started to get in.

[Hothnia]

LT. Wilhelm Sanger

This was not how the day was supposed to go. All he had to do was stand at the rear of the stage and make sure nobody tried to do anything stupid to hurt the Kommandant or his family. But now, Wilhelm was in charge of almost the entire family. Or so he thought. Wilhelm had quickly pulled the two daughters of the stage and to the rear while his comrades fired back. In a few seconds, the son and his "girlfriend" joined them. That's where it got worse. The son started to take control, spitting out orders that were complete nonsense, or potentially dangerous. Then he dragged the entire family out into the open, exposed to fire.

Wilhelm sighed and ran out after them, lifting his MP-73 sub machine gun. As they reached the car, Wilhelm grabbed onto Brandon's collar and spun him around. " Now you listen to me boy! We are going to the pre-planned place that your father, the Kommandant, told us to go if this situation happened. Now I'd recommend you turn around, stop putting your family in danger and listen to me! Got it? Good." Wilhelm turned to Sofia. " Please keep your brother under control. Now, follow me." Wilhelm rushed towards a nearby alleyway, dragging along Brandon's girlfriend and gesturing for Brandon to bring his older sister along. He pointed to the end of the alleyway, where another SS soldier stood, speaking quickly in German over a radio. " Go there, now! And stay down!" Wilhelm popped back out of cover and fired a few potshots at a few fleeing rebels.

[Chewion]

Brandon Kiser

Brandon had to control his rage for a moment before grabbing Adeline and running after the man with Sophia right behind. Reaching the alleyway he used his spare hand and grabbed Nicole’s as he continued down the alleyway to the new SS officer.

[NewLakotah]

Keith Alleman
South Bend, Indiana

This day had not turned out as he had expected it too at all. The man moved off still smoking his cigarette. He mentioned something about him proving he was CSIS. He grimaced and followed behind him. He still didn't know exactly what was going down. Only that it probably would result in hundreds of dead people. And he sure as hell knew that he didn't want to be one of them at all. He walked slowly, letting the rest of the group pass him by. He was still casually smoking his cigarette as he heard the first bursts of gunfire.

Well... shit.

That was it. The only thing that could come into his head at that time as he heard the panicked screams and saw that partisan forces launching their assault on the parade. He slipped around, down an alley and moved quickly to the side street. Dozens of frightened civilians were fleeing down the road. A few Nazi guards had their guns up and were scanning the streets for targets. He ducked back. He did not want to be one of the those targets. A few partisans sprinted past him, guns up and turned the corner. A brief firefight ensued, and a few of the partisans drifted back around to where he was standing, back to the wall.

They looked at him. He looked back at them. He took out his cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke.

"Don't worry. I'm with you guys." Keith said. They didn't seem too convinced.

"Ain't ever seen you around." One of the men responded. His gun tilting over to face him Keith eyed this gun with caution, but didn't make any other moves.

"Well... that's cause I just got here. I'm Canadian Intelligence. CSIS. One of your guys already ID me. He sorta looked like one a' your leaders." Keith tried to sound as convincing as he could. The men looked at each other, still unsure. A scuttling sound in the side street drew their attention back to the fight at hand.

Keith nods and cocks his head over at the sound. "Maybe we should deal with that first, huh?" The other men nod. They turn back and aim their guns down at they side street waiting for the Nazis to round the corner. Keith takes his own pistol out and cocks the handle back and sidles forward a bit. The men turn and look back at him slowly. A creeping suspicion mounting on their faces. Keith looks at them as innocently as possible. "Seriously?"

The first SS soldier rounds the corner carefully and is met with a barrage of lead, forcing him back around the corner. Keith unloads a few rounds. Mostly just to assure his new comrades-in-arms that he was totally A-OK. He looked around him, taking in his surroundings. They were in the back alley, the main street behind them. Civilians, running past them in fear as gunfire and explosions shook behind them. He turned back to face the front. He could hear the mutterings of the SS soldiers. Then.. a rattling of metal bouncing against concrete. A Grenade. Keith saw it first and dove and half rolled and flopped back.

"Grenade!" He cried out. Then men around him did the same. Tumbling and crashing their way around him in an attempt to get out of the blast radius of the grenade. After the longest second in the history of time, the grenade went off. Exploding and sending shrapnel shooting out in all directions. The loud bang was followed by a deafening silence, with the only sound Keith hearing was the ringing in his ears. Then the silence was broken by piercing screams. He rolled and turned and look. One of the men was badly hit by the shrapnel. Blood was soaking his shirt and pant legs. One of the men rushed over to him and try his best to apply first aid. Just then the 2 SS guards turned the corner opening fire on the disorganized partisans. Their bullets ripped the wounded man apart and cut down the man trying to help him in seconds. The third man had gotten up and tried returning fire, he bullets spraying high. The 2 guards turned their fire on him and he was down in a heap, trying to crawl his way out.

Keith was lying down as the guards moved up closer to him, focusing on the moving men and the ones returning fire. In an instant, Keith had his gun up and quickly squeezed off round after round at the 2 guards. They dropped quickly. He got up slowly. The dying man still crawling and moaning, the last bits of energy draining from him. He moved to peer around the corner. He could see the platform. See the parade area. Partisans laying and moving around. Some were dead. There were a lot of dead. Some were obviously dead soldiers. Others were dead partisans. And still others were dead civilians, cut down in the crossfire. All around him was chaos and hell. He had not expect this sort of welcome in to the town of South Bend at all. At least his report would be interesting, if he was even able to survive to make that report.

He could see movement off of the platform. A few younger individuals pushing and fighting their way off the platform. Probably somebody important, he thought. An SS officer grabbed them and hurried them along. He watched them for a second, before moved back down along the alleyway.

[Alaroma]

Sofia Kiser

The situation keeped seeming to come down all around Sofia's ears, focusing on going to the Rendezvous set in place by the Kommandment. It was hectic to say the least as she escorted her older sister to the alleyway which she could only count as safety. The SS officer spat rapid fire German through the Radio, discussing the situation over the radio. Apparently the 'Rebels' were in a sort of Tactical retreat, usually in groups of four as they began their retreat out the city. Sticking in groups, and fast moving, they tried to escape. She hoped to God (despite being told all her life there was no God), that they killed them all. That all the murders and butchers were payed the full sentence for their actions, and the only just consequence was death. Speedy, and unrelenting death.

As she and her family got to the allyway, she then took a moment to get herself together before realizing something. She looked over to her brother before saying "Brandon, where is father?" She said, not seeing him in their group. She began to look around frantically before heading over to the nearest SS officer and saying "What is the current location on the skirmishes going on through the city? How are my Cadets? Who are behind this attack?" she said in a rapid-fire questioning, her confusion becoming blood lust.

[Chewion]

Brandon Kiser

Brandon snapped his head towards his sister when she spoke and said “I don’t know. I saw two SS guards taking them to their car.” Just then a rebel rounded the corner and, seeing the Kiser’s shot a single shot before being hit by an SS bullet. Brandon looked around and saw everyone was fine before feeling a wet spot on his abdomen. Looking down he saw the blood and set Adeline down before looking at Sophia and saying “Shit.”

[Alaroma]

Sofia Kiser

Sofia was surprised by the Rebel's presence, saying "What the hell, why is our perimeter not secure." She was in an irritable mood before hearing "Shit" from Brandon in a painful tone, looking over to him and scanning him over. That's when she noticed Brandon's stomach area, slowly growing red with blood, soaking his shirt with his "Internal Fluids." "Fuck, get me a medic!" She told the SS officer as she began moving towards her brother. Taking part of her dress, the sound of riiiiiiiiipcould be heard as she tore what would be a "Sterile Cloth" before lifting his shirt, then locating the shot wound. "Right now, you're in shock Brandon. This is going to hurt like a bitch very soon." With that she began to dress her brother's wound, and keep pressure on it. Things could go very bad if he didn't find medical attention soon.

This was all escalated by the fact she didn't know if any of his organs were torn through by the bullet, which if they were, he needed medical assistance immediately. She knew emergency medical care, but she had no Medics, or supplies to speak of right at this moment. Hell, he needed a hospital, not a medic. However that couldn't be delivered right now. A shame, but what could one do. They needed to get to absolute safety first, then medical care. If they couldn't achieve that, then they were all fucked.