Post by K Man on Dec 28, 2007 12:21:46 GMT -5
[glow=orange,2,300]Orange Glow[/glow]
Hauptfeldwebel Richsmann slammed his gloved fist onto the counter, rattling the whole length of the lab table, beakers and all. It was not often that the officer was prone to using his fists in lieu of a gun, but the frustration was evident.
"Why has there been no progress?" He growled.
The scientist--Richsmann couldn't even think of his name--recoiled in fear. "It is complicated. The amber is not reacting with the device as expected. There is no exact science to..."
"ENOUGH!" Richsmann bellowed. "I have three hundred of the Reich's finest waiting for this 'miracle'. The Angel of Death is producing nothing but deformities from his experiments and now you're telling me that that I can only claim the same?"
Richsmann took a step back and narrowed his gaze.
The scientist exhaled softly and closed his eyes. He had seen it a hundred times before; an argument, a failed explanation...and then a single gunshot to the head. There was no sense fighting it, this was the end. At least a dozen scientists--some of the brightest the Fatherland had to offer--had all passed this way, now it was his turn. He briefly thought back to his days at college in Berlin.
An explosion, far off. A flash of light.
The scientist cracked one eye open, just barely. As to be expected, he stared at the end of Richsmann's luger, but Richsmann had his head turned, looking out the window. Richsmann's gloved finger was wrapped around the trigger, the slightest flinch and the scientist would have perished. Whatever it was had saved the scientist from a fate he had rightfully predicted.
Another explosion, some prattling gunfire, more flashes of light.
Richsmann holstered his weapon and yanked the scientist to his feet by the collar of his lab coat. The young technician turned eyes so he wouldn't have to meet the gaze of the officer.
"Get the crates and load it all into the machine. Now!" The officer ordered with a growl.
All of it?! The scientist thought, but would never dare question.
Richsmann dropped the scientist, practically sending him backwards over the lab table. He turned with the precision that only those in the SS are trained to do, and marched towards the door. The remainder of the scientists parted like rabbits scurrying to their homes to avoid a wolf. They could clearly hear Richsmann shouting orders even when he was halfway down the hallway. If the orders were followed, the lab was about to be packed with two dozen of the "Reich's Finest"...
And they were going to load the amber into the machine and turn it on...
~**~
The following communication is classified:
Top Secret EYES ONLY.[/font]
Report from the field:
The Iron Regents have failed to report in after an attempt to seize the Amber Room during project 'Handshake'. Project Handshake is a top priority mission to recover the national treasure of the Soviet Union in an effort to fuel US-Soviet relations and end the war.
The Regents were last reported just outside of Königsberg where they said they had located the crates of amber being moved by Nazi forces. It has been three days since that transmission.
It is assumed that the Iron Regents are lost.
Advise new mission to recover Amber Room...
~**~
The radio squelched to life in Flight Lieutenant Liam Brand's cockpit. "Lieutenant...you see that?"
Liam recognized the voice, his Wing Commander Henry. "I sure do Henry. What do you make of it?"
"Krauts making a run for it I guess."
Liam watched the plane bank and head Northwest, far from the battle that raged South. It was unmarked, save for a single Swastika on the rudder and underbelly. It was a black, single wing transport--probably unarmed.
Liam's unit--the Flying Bulldogs--had been called to this mission last minute. It was a bombing run over some god-foresaken city on the coast of Poland, something about a munitions factory and entrenched Nazi soldiers. Liam didn't really care; killing Nazis was killing Nazis. To date, his RAF unit had the highest number of kills and he hand selected his men from pilots that had lost a loved one to the Germans...made them better killers in his opinion.
The Germans had scrambled some fighters in an effort to stave off the bombers, and that's why the Flying Bulldogs were brought in. The dogfight was fierce. Planes littered the sky, streaks of tracer bullets arced everywhere. The last of the German planes were in the process of being shot down by some of Lieutenant Brand's finest pilots; 'Good Chaps' as he would call them.
But here was this Kraut plane running for cover...and to where?
Brand pushed the throttle on his Bristol Beaufighter forward, the engines thundered in response. The plane surged forward and his Wing Commander followed the lead and surged forward to follow.
"No survivors, no mercy." The radio squelched as the fighters turned into a dive, guns blazing.
Seconds later, Brand and Henry would be shot out of the sky by a bolt of energy unlike they had ever seen, or could have ever expected. A thin wave of hellishly hot and devastating energy. It would kill them both and tear their planes right out of the sky.
But not before their bullets severed the tail of the Nazi cargo plane...
~**~
Somewhere to your right, a thick trail of smoke wafts into the morning sky. At its base, a fire rages and fuels the smoke with choking black fumes--fuel? You can barely see a piece of metal over the hill...a piece of the wing maybe?
A crash...
Your head swims. You fingers clench at dirt blanketed in frost. Something misshapen...a potato? You push yourself up on your elbows. You're surrounded by bodies. Some of them American, most of them German. Only your friends and fellows are stirring.
You are the only survivors.
What happened at Königsberg? You remember most of the assault; the Nazis, the lab...but then there was a glow of blinding orange and nothing more.
Now, here you are in a potato field, the wreckage of a plane nearby...
...And you swear you're glowing with power...
~**~
"There is only one tactical principle which is not subject to change. It is to use the means at hand to inflict the maximum amount of wound, death, and destruction on the enemy in the minimum amount of time."
- General George S. Patton
I will get character creation guidelines up later, but for now assume the rough rule of creating a D20 Modern PC about 3rd or 4th level and then adding Super Powers to it using M&M rules (I'm thinking around 50 pts to spend on powers).
I am still detailing the rules on how using the powers will weaken you, so don't ask on that just yet.
Some Other Additional Info;
The Amber Room is a real (and still lost) national treasure of Russia. I'd suggest you google it and read up on it.
A Good Site: amberroom.org (And they report that it was just found!)
Also, read up on Nazi's and their obsession with the occult, and just WWII in general.
Use this post to discuss clarification of background and discuss character ideas.
Please wait until I make the official call for players before trying to secure your spot.