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paradisalogs2012-02-23 11:23 pm
the_enemy_ace) wrote in paradisalogs2012-02-23 11:23 pm
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Who: Hans Von Hammer and OPEN
What: A fighter pilot arrives in the castle...
When: Now and when you arrive
Where: A corridor somewhere
Rating: PG, probably
"I am no longer your enemy..."
Those had been his words to the American soldiers, as the Messerschmitt jets exploded behind him. His last act of duty to a dying land, under a tyrant he despised. Then there had been...light. He had thought that death had finally caught up with him, that his turn had finally come.
Then he landed. And it hurt, landing on stone. He rolled on the ground for a moment, gritting his teeth, then sat up suddenly. No, this was neither heaven nor hell - frankly, it had the air of some of the aristocratic homes he had seen over the decades. Interesting, but he was alert - wary for traps.
He stood up, blue eyes surveying the immediate terrain. Anyone seeing him would see a man in a WWII Luftwaffe uniform - but the Pour Le Merite medal hanging at his throat pointed to an older, and very different, origin.
He whipped off the cap, with its hated symbol, and tossed it aside. Time to get to the bottom of this.
What: A fighter pilot arrives in the castle...
When: Now and when you arrive
Where: A corridor somewhere
Rating: PG, probably
"I am no longer your enemy..."
Those had been his words to the American soldiers, as the Messerschmitt jets exploded behind him. His last act of duty to a dying land, under a tyrant he despised. Then there had been...light. He had thought that death had finally caught up with him, that his turn had finally come.
Then he landed. And it hurt, landing on stone. He rolled on the ground for a moment, gritting his teeth, then sat up suddenly. No, this was neither heaven nor hell - frankly, it had the air of some of the aristocratic homes he had seen over the decades. Interesting, but he was alert - wary for traps.
He stood up, blue eyes surveying the immediate terrain. Anyone seeing him would see a man in a WWII Luftwaffe uniform - but the Pour Le Merite medal hanging at his throat pointed to an older, and very different, origin.
He whipped off the cap, with its hated symbol, and tossed it aside. Time to get to the bottom of this.
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She certainly had a very nice smile. This was a very interesting person he had been greeted by, it seemed.
"I never had to deal with that. My challenge was not being shot out of the sky on a daily basis."
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Such technologies are beyond her.
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He looks around.
"More correctly, I was."
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"You were? What happened?"
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He was quiet for a moment.
"We lost, of course. This time, I suppose, it could be said that at least we deserved to lose. God help the world had we won."