Its 1965, the height of the Pax Germanica. The Crooked Cross flies from the Strait of Gibraltar to the Ural Mountains. Scandinavians, Slavs, Polacks, French, and more bend their knee towards the New World Order, making the Reich the largest nation in Europe by far. The entire world fears the might of Nazi Germany, succumbing as either client states or docile allies. The world as we know it has entered the Age of Fascism.The Fuhrer’s ambitions have not stopped here, however. Schauberger’s engine has introduced the Reich to the wonders of interstellar travel. A base has been established on the moon, housing key strategic resources for the Reich, including their stockpile of nuclear weapons. Few in the NSDAP know about this base. Even fewer know about the next secret mission.You have been chosen by the Nazi High Command to lead an expedition to Mars on the Freyr IV shuttle. You have been in flight for three years so far, but in two weeks you will be landing on the surface of the red planet, exploring the surface to assess habitation and establishing a base of operations. Choose your background> Ubermensch: You are one of the first of a new, highly secretive project of Nazi Science; a bioengineered Aryan. You were born in a cloning vat to appear twenty years of age, though in reality you have been tank free for three years. You owe your existence to the Nazi party, and have been destined to carry the Swastika into the cosmos.> War Hero: Having faced overwhelming odds in a battle over an old French colony, you have proved yourself to be an exemplary tactician, turning your limited resources into one of the most impressive victories for the Third Reich. Given the challenges presented in this upcoming mission, Nazi High Command believes you to be the ideal choice to make the space trek a success.> Astronaut: You are a veteran astronaut, leading operations and facilitations of the moon base facilities since 1959. Since the death of the first pioneers, the Nazi High Command has recognized you as the longest surviving man outside Earth, and considers you an expert in exploring extraterrestrial environments. Its only natural that a man of your skillsets would be chosen to pursue this mission. > Mystic: There are very few who have taken Herr Himmler’s doctrine seriously. You are a disciple of the inner cult of the SS, having been raised so by your father who was a devout believer. Thanks to these connections, the most elite of the High Command has entrusted in you the ability to lead the Mars mission, believing your involvement will help fulfill a prophetic, spiritual destiny for the Aryan people.
>>2199648>> Ubermensch: You are one of the first of a new, highly secretive project of Nazi Science; a bioengineered Aryan. You were born in a cloning vat to appear twenty years of age, though in reality you have been tank free for three years. You owe your existence to the Nazi party, and have been destined to carry the Swastika into the cosmos.
> Astronaut: You are a veteran astronaut, leading operations and facilitations of the moon base facilities since 1959. Since the death of the first pioneers, the Nazi High Command has recognized you as the longest surviving man outside Earth, and considers you an expert in exploring extraterrestrial environments. Its only natural that a man of your skillsets would be chosen to pursue this mission.
>>2199648MysticYou dead QM?
>>2199653>>2199698I'll give 10 more minutes else we'll go with Ubermensch
>>2199648 War Hero: Having faced overwhelming odds in a battle over an old French colony, you have proved yourself to be an exemplary tactician, turning your limited resources into one of the most impressive victories for the Third Reich. Given the challenges presented in this upcoming mission, Nazi High Command believes you to be the ideal choice to make the space trek a success.
>>2199729>[insert character specific thing here].
>>2199732this is why we proofread lads“Mission Log, Day 1100. I cannot wait any longer. The Freyr is on course to enter Martian atmosphere in less than a week. Noah tells me that we must review landing precautions, but nothing bores me more than the technical manuals written by university airheads. I told Anna to read them over instead, knowing she wouldn’t object. Monika would have been the ideal choice, but her engineering duties occupy her and I don’t think she would be comfortable speaking to the crew all at once. I can tell the crew is anxious. It is strange to think how living in the weightlessness of space can feel familiar in a course of three years. Max informs me that from his observations of our medical reports, there is evidence our bodies are adapting despite our exercises and habits. There is real concern that the adjustment to Martian gravity might be damaging to our bodies at this rate, but Max implies that he will be capable of treating such side effects once we achieve planetfall. That is of course assuming that Max himself will be in condition to treat us by then.Even in three years, the idea is as foreign to me as when I was first informed by High Command. Mars. Me, the captain. A 'pure-blooded German', yet born from a glass tank. Is it strange that from five thousand miles I can feel the Fuhrer’s gaze on me? The weight of responsibility has not seemed to have lightened in the time we’ve cruised.If there is a silver lining to our long mission, however, it would be the camaraderie of the crew. Of course, not everyone gets along, Petra coming to mind, but nobody is uncomfortable being around each other. Every man and woman performs to the best of his and her ability. And for a mission of such high importance as this, that is all a captain can ask for.”
You pull your weightless body from your sleeping quarters to the main corridor. The large room serves as a storage facility for planetary samples, containing numerous empty compact steel drawers. You spot Petra, your Science Officer, lost in another book. The woman has hawkish features; long nose, cold eyes, small mouth. She wears her reading spectacles and wears her pale blonde hair in a bun. You observe the title. Another eugenics book. What is it with these SS types anyways?“Working hard, I can see,” you joke playfully. Petra looks up unamused.“As I’ve said multiple times before Captain, my training does not cover maintenance duties, and to assume I should attempt to help is a waste of time and resources.” Even with no gravity she manages to appear pompous. But she’s not wrong. High Command’s mission had included a thorough report on the atmospheric and environmental potential of the red planet. Petra was to play this role once your crew lands on the surface. Unfortunately, the mission had not been given time to teach Petra the basics of spaceship operations, and every attempt made to teach her while cruising led to snide remarks. You think her family’s rank in the SS may have led to some superiority complex in the arrogant woman.“I do not mean to imply any lack of diligence Petra, simply making note of your reading habits. There are other ways to pass time, you know. Why not try playing cards, or spacewalking?”Lucas gave a smug chuckle. “I am entertained enough in my books Captain, I hope it doesn’t offer an inconvenience to crew spirits.”You eye the book curiously. “What are you reading?”Petra tugs the book closer, wary of your sudden interest. “It’s a series of studies from Berlin scientists proving the positive effects of mandated sterilization in Polish neighborhoods. Retardation and homosexuality in the population has been thoroughly eradicated just two years after the program was introduced. They say that only us Nazis are enthralled with improving our bloodline, but the truth is that Eugenics can strengthen all European states.”You give a polite nod, remembering not to start Petra down this line of conversation. If anything was more annoying than putting up with her condescension it was listening to her eugenics rants. You are about to turn to go, when you are pleasantly surprised by a question from the Science Officer.“What about you, Captain? Do you have a favorite book?”
> Mein Kampf, of course. [German Nationalist: You are loyal to the state without fault. You rarely consider an option that would betray an order from Nazi High Command. You converse extremely with those in positions of authority, poorly with those who question authority, and extremely poorly with those who reject authority.]> The Protocols of the Elders of Zion. [Moralist: You want to protect the traditions and cultural purity of your people, despising those who conspire to destroy these traditions. You rarely consider an option that puts you or your crew in a degenerate position. You converse greatly with conservative minded individuals, poorly with creative and diverse thinking individuals, and extremely poorly with Jews]> The Passing of the Great Race [Racial Supremacist: You believe that the genetic makeup of your people is not only the reason for your success, but because of it you have been given some larger purpose in this world. You rarely consider an option that would aid a non-white. You converse greatly with ethnic Germans, poorly with non-German Europeans, and extremely poorly with non-whites.]> I don’t have any favorite [NINO: You are a Nazi in name only. You don’t hold any reservations on anybody based on their rank, political beliefs, or race. You have no bonuses added to conversations.](opinions can influence relationships with other crewmembers, who may either fall in line with one of the above ideologies, or think below it.)
>>2199747I will update in 30 min
>>2199747>Mien KampfAs a vat-baby, I feel like this is how our character would've been rasied, loyal to the state and it's purpose only.
>>2199747>The Passing of the Great Race
>>2199747>The Passing of the Great Race [Racial Supremacist: You believe that the genetic makeup of your people is not only the reason for your success, but because of it you have been given some larger purpose in this world. You rarely consider an option that would aid a non-white. You converse greatly with ethnic Germans, poorly with non-German Europeans, and extremely poorly with non-whites.]
>>2199747> Mein Kampf, of course.
>>2199747> The Passing of the Great Race
>>2199747> The Passing of the Great Race [Racial Supremacist: You believe that the genetic makeup of your people is not only the reason for your success, but because of it you have been given some larger purpose in this world. You rarely consider an option that would aid a non-white. You converse greatly with ethnic Germans, poorly with non-German Europeans, and extremely poorly with non-whites.]
>>2199767>>2199766>>2199764>>2199758>>2199761"While Der Fuhrer's accounts in Mein Kampf is incredibly influential and a personal favorite, I would say the best novel I have come across was Grant's Passing of a Great Race. Some may discount it as the author was not German, but the principles of the book are extremely favorable to us of Nordic birth."Petra looks at your over her glasses, raising one eyebrow, impressed. "Captain, I had no idea you shared such an interest in racial purity as I had. Perhaps I had misjudged your blind allegiance to the Party.""Why dear Petra, to be an advocate of racial purity does not clash into Party allegiance, it is one and the same."Petra scoffs. "Tell that to the Mediterranean rats in High Command, or the Alpine generals in the East."You sense discomfort in arguing with her any longer, so you elect to change the subject.“So Petra, are you looking forward to the big landing?”She shrugs. “I’ve been looking forward for the past three years. These books have helped pass the time, because once we reach the surface the work will never stop. But I welcome it. Every one of us has a part to play here. To help us become pioneers of mankind and push the boundaries of nature. Its our divine destiny”“Destiny?” you prod curiously.“Yes, as Aryans of course. The culmination of our purity and our superiority is the conquest over nature. Colonizing this planet will plant the seed of our conquest. We are not just making history for the world, we are evolving our people to new stages of supremacy. It is no burden I carry lightly, Captain.”“You’re beginning to sound like Anna now. Speaking of, do you know where I can find her?”Petra leaves the book to float and points to an entry in the floor. “She is in the clinic I imagine. That doctor is checking her condition once more.”You nod in thanks and make your way to the clinic. The hatch opens and reveals the beautiful Anna strapped in a chair, with Doctor Max carrying a vial of blood underneath a large magnifying glass.“Hello, Captain.” Anna flashes a big, beautiful smile. The woman is the closest to those of Germany on the ship – tall, blonde, full bodied, long hair, blue eyes, and very caring and maternal. Like you, she is a vat-born, brought to the mission to help determine viability of Ubermensches onto the Martian surface. You reckon the Party would want to establish a full base and colony and are considering that those of your birth might be in the best condition for it. You, of course, being the male subject whereas Anna is the female.“Have you heard from High Command, Captain?”You shake your head. “No, dear Anna, I’m afraid the transmitter is damaged once more. I will have to visit Stefanie and ask her to help repair it so I can submit my mission log.”
Max taps the vial of bloodand speaks from under the bright light of the magnifier. “Captain, I have a private matter to discuss with you after this matter is over.”“Private?” you look over to Anna. She unstraps herself and pushes away. “Don’t worry, Captain, I will leave the men to their business.” She smiles again and exits the corridor.Max turns around, shocking you a little by the sight of a giant glass monocle on his right eye. “Oh, I’m sorry Captain, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He removes the monocle, giving you a full sight of his brown bearded and balding face. “Its quite alright Max, now what is it you needed to speak to me about?”“Well, while I was looking into yours and Anna’s blood samples, there is a rather crucial detail that I have missed regarding your respiration.”“Meaning?”“Well, to maintain the Ubermensch form, both of you consume twice the oxygen amount that any of the other crew members need.“You find a pang of fright hit your chest. You think you can figure the Doctor’s meaning, but you are certain there is plenty of oxygen to suffice you and the rest of the crew.“Captain, after discussing with Noah about our trajectory, we do not have enough oxygen to take us to the destination that High Command has determined. However, we can take an alternate route and ensure everyone’s survival.”“Where is this alternate destination?” You stroke your shaved chin in worry.“It is more treacherous terrain. Filled with valleys and canyons it is, but we can set up a small base on top of the mesa tops. It will be difficult to operate as a base however, since there is little room for expansion and does not have enough resources that can help fulfill any of High Command's missions.”“And if we weren’t to take this alternative? If we were to…follow High Command’s orders?”Max looks away from you. “I don’t want to be subtle about it Captain. We would need…one less crew member. At the very latest by the end of this day, you would need to decide. If you want, I can help determine who the least valuable personnel is to make the decision…easier. I will give you till the end of the day to make an ultimate decision, but tell me, should I investigate the crew?”> Go ahead Max, investigate the crew> No Max, I will make my own selection> Nobody needs to die Max! All of our personnel is essential!(Update in earliest 1 hour)
>>2199805>> Go ahead Max, investigate the crewLike fuck are we going to screw with the mission parameters for the first Mars expedition
>>2199805>Can we use the tanks for the space walk by chance to aid in prolonging us, or slow down the breathing of me or some other form without endangering our crew? IF NOT> Go ahead Max, investigate the crew
>>2199805> Go ahead Max, investigate the crewBut could we put people into a sleep so they use lest co2??I mean who didnt bring thr plants along
>>2199805> Go ahead Max, investigate the crewThis seems like a really big miscalculation. I thought every tiny detail had to be studied for space travel. This isn't poo space program, these are Nazis. How could they gloss over this fact? It kind of reminds of the Mars orbiter crash in 1998, where the spacecraft crashed because the calculations were made in imperial and the spacecraft operated in metric.
>>2199916What makes you think it's a miscalculation? After all, it is entirely possible this is being used to test our loyalty.More realistically, it was mentioned that this mission was a rushed job, the possibility of something like this being overlooked isn't exactly impossible.
>>2199883>>2199817>>2199812>>2199916"Report to me in eight hours Max, I will make my deicision then."Max nods. "Thank you Captain. I believe that Stefanie was asking for you in the engine room, something about fixing the transmitter."You acknowledge Max's comments and fly through to the engine room. The ship's design for sleekness meant that to fly from the clinic to the engine room one must pass through the kitchen. You fly inside, finding the three remaining crew members other than Stefanie floating around with cards. Sebastian was the short man with auburn hair, sent on behalf of Propaganda to film the expedition. When High Command releases the mission details to the public, they will use Seb’s clips. Like Anna, he didn’t have much of a role keeping the ship together, only having been trained in film, but he was well liked by all and kept spirits high during the journey.Erika was dark haired and very busty, though the men of the ship were all wary to make notice of it to the tough looking woman. She had hair cut short, like a man’s, and a long scar across her nose and right cheek, tokens from her service in Africa. She was a restless spirit, but exercised it through continuous service on the ship. You always found her an oddity as a female combatant, but any conversation on the matter with High Command left you with a vague message about her extreme loyalty to the Wehrmacht and little answers about her own origins.The last man, Noah, was the pilot of the Freyr. He was a former ace in the Last World War, eventually stepping up to spacecraft flight. His old age did not take the oddities of zero gravity well; the man consistently complains and bickers about the condition of life onboard and his dislike of one crew member or another.Erika gives you a smirk, hidden with a scowl. "Captain. Any news?"You pause your travel to answer the veteran. "Transmitter is still broken. Going to fix it now with Stefanie."Noah gives a hacky cough and jumps into the conversation. "What is it with that little girl anyways? Always in the engine room, spacewalking in that stuffy suit. Girls her age should be raising children and nursing heroes, not mucking around like a dirty mechanic!"You twitch a little at the blunt remark, trying not to stir any drama. "Stefanie is a perfectly capable engineer, Noah. She was selected due to her experience on the moon, in spite of her womanhood. And its not in your place to question why High Command had selected her at all."The old pilot chuckles, but doesn't give a retort. "Just thank the Fuhrer we will be landing in a short while. I miss the feeling of an invisible pull on my body, instead of the emptiness of this tin torture chamber.""Oh, brother." This time the filmographer jumps in. "What excites me most about planetfall is the land. Just being able to look around and see beautiful mountains, vistas, red skies... and all of it I will be able to capture! Imagine!"
Erika turns to you. "You excited about Planetfall captain?"> One small step on Mars is one giant leap for the Reich. [Nationalist]> I’m looking forward to being 55 million miles away from degeneracy. [Moralist]> Glory to the Aryan race, what’s not to like? [Racial Supremacist]> What excites me the most is getting out of this tin oven. [NINO] Made another mistake boys, I wrote Monika in the Mission Log when she is actually Stefanie. If there are any other writing errors please let me know.
>>2199997>> One small step on Mars is one giant leap for the Reich. [Nationalist]When the Eagle has landed, we can't use any other quote
>>2199997> One small step on Mars is one giant leap for the Reich. [Nationalist]Whelp, Guess our write in didn't matter at all,
>>2199997>> One small step on Mars is one giant leap for the Reich. [Nationalist]
>>2200024>>2200029>>2200042You shrug. "One small step on Mars is one giant leap for the Reich."Erika nods. "Agreed, for all the trouble we've had on this ship it is worth it knowing that we are helping to bring great pride and progress to our nation.""Hmph!" Noah shuts his eyes and flails a little loosely. "What good does it do to bring glory to your homeland when you may not even be able to return to the homeland itself?"Erika snaps back at the bitter man. "I would think, Noah, that from your years of service you would consider it a privilege to serve your country. Yet all I hear are the whining of a coward. And you call yourself a German man?"Noah drops his cards in the zero gravity, eying you and Erika sternly before exiting to his quarters in anger."I'm sorry you had to see that Captain, I think Noah's more agitated after all these years in the ship. I think once we get onto the surface he might lighten up.""Its quite all right, Erika, now if you'll excuse me I need to attend to Stefanie."As you sail into the engine room your engineer is huddled over a terminal, logging in different maintenance reports. She looks over to you as you approach and gives a weak nod. “Hey Captain, let me finish up here real quick, I need to tell you something.”You wait in midair as she finishes up her report. Stefanie was a dark blond woman, skinny and a little more unkempt. Despite her youthful appearance, she is a veteran of space, having operated on the moon base for nearly five years. You’ve learned she hasn’t even taken leave for Berlin in between her assignment at the moon and here. The lass hasn’t been on Earth for nearly a decade. “Captain, we have a problem hullside.” Stefanie flies over with a photograph of the antenna, a small length of wire attached to the top bordered by a small panel of four lights. You can clearly see only three being on. You suspect this may be the reason why you can’t reach High Command.“How did this happen?” you ask.Stefanie shrugs her bony shoulders. “Might’ve hit a spot of radiation. Most likely it’s just time catching up to us. Most ships aren’t supposed to be operational for this long. It’s an engineering miracle that this damn oven hasn’t killed us yet.”You look over to a table with the power tools needed to secure the plate back in place. It’s obvious that someone needs to manually secure the plate together, you reckon.“Captain…I can’t do this by myself. The suits have low enough oxygen intake as it is, for one man to fix it would take too long. Two suits need to go out.”
You sigh and approach the suit closet. It wasn’t that spacewalking was unenjoyable, but it was definitely the most time-consuming chore of the Freyr. You radio in over the system that you and Stefanie were going to spacewalk, informing Noah in case he decided to make any drastic actions in his piloting. The suit sagged a bit like a balloon, white with the swastika armband on the left arm. The helmet was like a fish bowl, making some like Erika feel exposed. You found it quite exhilarating. There was no window in the Freyr that could compare to the view you got of space inside the habitation suit helmet.The port door is opened, and you and Stefanie jettison out. The side of the Freyr is dark on this side, away from the sun’s rays. You can barely make out the colorful paintjob of the insignia of the mission, a pair of white antlers, alongside the ship’s name in runic font and the swastika sitting on a red stripe wrapping around the midsection of the ship. It looked just as beautiful as it did at launch.The two spacewalkers propel to the topside of the ship, quickly and cautiously pulling themselves forwards with the external footholds. Even from inside the suit, you feel the rays of Sol baking your backside. Stefanie is the first to arrive at the repair site, motioning down to the hull and indicating that you hold it down with your foot so he could weld. You follow the silent instruction, turning your head into the void to absorb the view. Right in front of you, the red planet awaits. To the side, you suddenly notice a strange object floating. The shape was too geometric to be an asteroid, and its trajectory made it appear as if it was exiting the planet. Was it possible that another Nazi shuttle had made it and exited the planet? No, the design did not seem to be one like the Freyr, it was more ovoid...You ran your head through the many possibilities of what it could be. It wouldn’t do any justice unless you would meet its trajectory for yourself. You recall what High Command’s protocol would be for encountering an unidentified flying object. The purpose of the expedition was very strategic. Explore the landing site, establish base, report back findings, wait for extraction. Most likely it would serve as a much larger and more secure moon base, holding even more dangerous strategic resources only accessible by Reich technology. But there were some contingents of High Command that stressed on the scientific importance of the mission, wanting to digest as much information as possible about the planet. Perhaps once repaired you should speak with High Command? Or consult with the crew on their opinions of the matter?> Approach the UFO> Ask Command for decision> Ask Crew for decision> Continue with the mission
Ask crew for decision.
>>2200159> Approach the UFO
>>2200159> Ask Command for decision
>>2200159>Ask command for decision
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>>2200325>>2200371You decide its best to go back inside and update Command before you go any further. Once Stefanie finishes her repairs, you both jettison inside. The transmitter's light turns on again, and you flick the switch to turn on the monitor."You...you want to speak with Command now?" Stefanie avoids your gaze a bit, looking a little unsettled. You reckon she doesn't like visitors in the engine room."Don't worry Stefanie, it will only take a minute. Need to link up with Command about some items."She nods, making her way to the kitchen to keep herself busy. You hear a static and hear the voice of Command on the Monitor's end."Captain? Is that you we read? Is your transmitter fixed?"You grab a hold of the microphone. "Yes, yes, you're reading correctly, we have repaired the transmitter and I read you loud and clear.""Excellent Captain, excellent. Please resubmit Doctor Max's logs from the past three days, we need confirmation for some studies we are conducting here in Berlin."You salute the screen. "Consider it done sir.""Is there anything else, Captain?"You hesitate, then bring up the oxygen dilemma."Doctor Max has discovered that myself and Anna's bodies take in oxygen at a higher rate. We fear that we cannot travel to the destination scheduled with our current numbers."A period of silence follows, and an angry voice returns. "Unacceptable Captain! You cannot endanger this mission due to such a silly miscalculation! The purpose this expedition serves for the Reich is beyond any of us, do you understand?""I do understand sir, and...I will handle it by the end of today.""Oh," the voice on the other side calms down. "I see Captain, apologies, I had thought you were going to suggest something quite unorthodox. Very well, as long as you manage to reach your destination High Command will not review any questionable actions you may take. Now, if that is all...""Wait!" You interrupt the officer quickly. "Sorry sir, but there is another matter. While my engineer and I were spacewalking, I observed an unidentified flying object leaving the atmosphere of Mars. Its design from a distance appeared artificial. Requesting advice as to whether to explore it or not?""Hm, please hold Captain, I must ask our own officers here."You hold, staring at the blue screen and listening to the German playback music while you do so. You reckon that the High Command officer is consulting with the representatives from the SS-Space, SS-Science, and Wehrmacht on the best possible decision. If only the music wasn't there, you could probably hear the vocal war being waged between the stubborn men.
Finally, the voice had returned."Captain, we have reached a consensus.""Yes sir?""Approach the craft appropriately. We have supplied your craft with some Lunar Base weaponry, please use these in your boarding party. No doubt this will impact the oxygen you have left in your travels, but we trust that once you have handled your population you will still be able to meet at the scheduled location.""Yes sir.""It is absolutely crucial, if this is to be some non SS craft, to recover all possible information from inside, is that clear?""Yes sir.""And if in the worst event an assailant were to emerge from the craft, you must avoid capture of the crew and vessel, by any means necessary. That means destroying the ship and your own crew if you need to. Is that clear?"You give a little pause, but then return answer. "Yes sir.""Now, as I believe it you have two spacewalking suits. We have been having a debate about who should accompany you on board.""Our Intelligence Officer is concerned about who the occupants of the vessel may be, if not Germans. Part of our mission is to expand our knowledge, after all. He thinks that Petra should join you to help uncover intelligence. Her experience with countless foreign cultures might translate well if there is to be a first contact. However, she has little experience with even SS-spacecrafts.""Our SS-Space general wants intel on the make of the ship, and requests you bring Stefanie on board. If there is a possibility the craft has some superior designs, we must know how. Stefanie no doubt has more experience on spacecraft than anyone on your vessel.""The Wehrmacht general here is still concerned with possible assailants, and so for protection you might need to ask Erika to accompany you. It will then be up to you to recover what knowledge you can from the ship's design and possible occupants. What do you think, Captain?"> Stefanie> Petra> Erika
>>2200471>> StefanieWe are ubermench, I'm sure if there are any assailants we can handle them ourselves
>>2200463> Erikajust duck tape a camera to your head
>>2200471> PetraTell her to bring a camera.
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>>2200503>>2200536>>2201010"I'll bring Petra with me, sir. I'm sure whatever experience she has with foreign cultures can grant us insight when we meet with whatever lives inside that structure.""Very well Captain, we will follow your advice on this mission. Good luck, Heil Hitler."You raise your stiff arm up. "Heil Hitler, sir."You float inside to where Petra is, engrossed in another book."Petra, come with me."Without looking up, she answers. "Where?""We have found an unidentified flying object exiting the orbit of Mars. I suspect it may be made form intelligent life and your expertise may help identify information on its occupants."She closes the book and looks up. Her face looks annoyed, but very curious. "Are you serious? An extraterrestrial vessel?""Trust me dear Petra, this is not a joking matter. Now come on, Noah will be intercepting with the vessel within the hour."After about half an hour, you and Petra suit up and face the port. Looking out the window, you can tell that the object is too clean and flat to be a natural object, yet you cannot find any signs of welding or any hint of an entrance. Petra grabs a nearby Lunar Rifle and floats one over to you. You check the charge. Full. Unused. Hopefully, it will remain that way after today.The port door opens and you jettison with Petra. The outer layer looks metallic, like steel, but wraps all the way around the ovoid like tinfoil without the crumples. You reach out, verifying its solidity. Not wanting to waste any more oxygen finding an entrance, you aim your rifle and fire at the shell, hoping to blast inside.The concentrated energy blasts a small opening, and you are blinded for a second by white. You fire a couple more times to make a hole you can walk inside. Petra goes in first, entering a brightly lit hallway. She falls to the floor as soon as she enters.Petra's voice garbles on the local radio. "Gravity? Inside a vessel? How can it be possible?" "Hopefully we will find that out today, dear Petra." You make your own way inside, preparing for the soft landing as you enter headfirst. Lights seem to flashing, hidden by a soft glowing behind the white exterior of the walls. Some sort of transparent material, like hard plastics, wrap the interior of the ship. The hallways are cornerless, mimicking the design of the ship."Incredible." you marvel at the design. "If only we had brought along Stefanie."Petra hears your mind wandering and takes out her camera, clicking pictures of the interior for Stefanie to look over. Hopefully, it will be enough to lead at least some insights.
You follow the end of the hallway, leading towards the tip of the egg shaped ship, and find three doors. The above signs are clearly written in some alien script. The first door is half ajar, dimly lit with a pedestal in the center. On the pedestal there is some sort of object, but it requires further investigation to identify it.The second door faces the hallway, and is large with a broken screen next to it. If the occupants followed human standards of ship design, you reckon this door is to the cockpit.The third door is more of an open entrance. Inside, you can see what could be lockers, or bookshelves, lining the walls. In the center of the room it looks like a table embedded into the floor.To save time, it would make sense to split up two doors and then enter a third, unless you suspect some danger on the ship.> Split up doors> Enter one door together(Last update for the day)
>>2201211> Enter one door togetherLets play it safe, don't want alien mind control parasite or something taking us by surprise.
>>2201211>> Enter one door together
Actually, if she dies from us splitting up that would solve our issues with oxygen....Or maybe the ayys can help us.
>>2199747No bible on that list sadly.
>>2202008the best option would be if the propaganda officer dies he's just a gloryfied camera man
>>2201211> Enter one door togetherGo in thr cockpit door
>>2202292>>2202003>>2201236>>2201220"Petra, with me. Lets get through the cockpit."She nods, following your lead through the big door in the center. The hatch opens sideways rather than outwards, revealing a large half circular room. The front of the room has some sort of transparent material, and you can see the void of space littered with stars, A table stands in the center, with a chair behind it facing towards the window. A pilot's seat, without a pilot.You look over to one side of the wall. A screen displays an image of Mars from orbit. You gesture over to Petra, who photographs the image. You toy with some of the controls, finding that the image alters and mutates when certain buttons are pushed. The color of Mars changes in one, some dots appear in another alteration."Petra, what do you think of this?"She takes a minute to think. "Clearly, whoever is in charge of this craft must have been very familiar with the planet. Those look like points of interest on the map. There are no borders, so I wouldn't think they are settlements. If it were colonies, High Command would have seen them beforehand, and we would be able to see more activity than just this one shuttle leaving the atmosphere.""Conclusion?""Must be scientific. Archaeologists use maps to pinpoint dig sites in the Orient and Africa. I don't think it would be out of the question to assume these locations are locations of interest. Ruins, mines, gardens, who knows""These are not Martian then?" This is huge, you think to yourself. A craft of this sophistication is already evidence of a threat against the Reich. Not knowing their origins will be a huge detriment if there ever comes to be war against these beings."Petra, see if you can find a map of their planet from this screen. I will take a look at the control panel."You walk over to the center table. Its difficult to interpret the various buttons and switches. Among the lit greens and reds, one set of lights captures your eyes. Instead of the standard circle, its lit into an unusual shape."Humanoids?" you mutter to yourself. "No, the limbs resembles an ape. The head is too large at the top too. What a bizarre anatomy."After marveling over the shapes, you suddenly realize that of the three shapes, one is lit up. Three crew members. One active. The question is, where is the active occupant?Just at the moment of eureka, you can hear ruckus from outside the room. Angry chattering is audible outside, spoken through what sounds like a radio. You and Petra exchange glances. An assailant!Its only a matter of time until the occupant enters, but until then you have the advantage. What will you do?> You and Petra hide behind the control panel, ready to blast the occupant down> You stand by the door, ready to knock the assailant out while Petra is behind the control panel> You and Petra are on either side of the door, ready to melee the assailant(updating in at least 90 minutes)
>>2202438Scratch that, more like min 4 hours
>>2202438>> You stand by the door, ready to knock the assailant out while Petra is behind the control panelTo defeat ze enemy you muzt know ze enemy ya
>>2202438Get ready to knock it out
>>2202438>> You and Petra hide behind the control panel, ready to blast the occupant downIf the rest of it is like an ape I don't think melee is the best idea
>>2202502these aliens cant best the german ubermench
>>2202524They don't know that
>>2202438> You stand by the door, ready to knock the assailant out while Petra is behind the control panel
>>2202543ofcourse they do not know it but it would be a traitor to the aryan race to think anything else
Well this is, fascinating.
>>2202784Are we, talking, like THIS, now?
>>2202490>>2202443>>2202576"Petra, get behind cover, quick!"Your science officer runs and ducks behind the control panel, peeking over with her Lunar Rifle. You hug the wall next to the entrance, facing the bow.The doors soon opens up. A creature saunters inside with a full suit. Its arms droop low, giving it a hunched back, and its helmet is long and wide near the top, like a teardrop. The helmet obscures the facial features, but you can tell the alien is startled by the sight of Petra."Blood and Soil!" You lunge at the creature, striking its head. Its helmet is heavy when you strike it, but you manage to send the creature flying towards the map, causing it to crash into the screen. Petra stands and fires, and the creature flinches, making quick movements towards the control panel."Petra, stay back!" You don't want to risk death of a sentient alien. Petra obeys and rushes to the door. You rush over to meet the creature, who is using the control panel as support to get up."Come here, you cretin." You stand the creature up, sending another blow to its helmet. The creature falls again, clutching its head in pain. Its not quite knocked out, but you can tell its extremely stunned.As you pick the creature up, you begin to notice its taller than you had originally thought. The hunchback made it seem as tall as a woman, but in your arms it dangles like a man, with long skinny limbs and a heavy head. Just as he's in your arms you notice the red lights blinking inside the room. You've been in enough situation rooms in your Berlin test group to understand what this implies. Self Destruction Sequence."Captain, I've found something you need to--""Not now Petra!" the woman stops, carrying a what appears to be a box. "We need to get off of this ship immediately. The self destruction sequence has been activated.""What? How do you know for sure?""I don't, but I have a bad feeling about it.""Wait, what are we going to do with him?"You look at the alien in your hands. The last thing your ship needs is another passenger. Yet a live prisoner of an alien race would definitely be of interest for crucial intelligence, both for scientific and military pursuits.> Take the creature with you, alive> Take the creature with you, dead> Leave the creature to die on board
>>2203203> Take the creature with you, alive
>>2203203> Take the creature with you, deadNo need to make our oxygen problem worse.
>>2203203>Take the creature with you, deadTry not to damage it too much though, we want as good of a specimen for autopsy as possible.Also, have Petra take the box with us. Whatever it is could also be good intelligence.
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>>2203203>> Take the creature with you, alivecommand will want us to interogate the creature before the autopsy
>>2203733Good thing I was still writing, looks like we have a tie for votes.
>>2203733That assumes that it even speaks a human language and breathes oxygen. We cannot assume the answer to either of those questions, so taking it dead is a better idea.
>>2203203> Take the creature with you, aliveLet the decision fall on command.
>>2203880>>2203733>>2203259Better take the creature alive, you think to yourself. Command will want an interrogation, even if there will likely be a language barrier.You let Petra lead. The corridor flashes red, and your helmet vibrates as a feint alarm vibrates through the hallway. At the blast entry, Petra is the first to jettison herself over to the Freyr, you following behind, having to accelerate faster to accommodate for the combined mass of you and the pained creature. You look back and find flashes of red mixed with white emitting from the blast hole. Once inside, you immediately radio for Noah."Noah, we're clear, get us the hell outta here."The pilot acknowledges and gives a burst of acceleration to give enough distance between your craft and the egg ship. You look behind as you see some explosions from the ship. The fires are fierce and die just as quickly when met with the cold void of space.You bring the creature to the clinic. Doctor Max turns from his research of the blood."Captain, have you made a--mein gott, what have you brought man?"You throw the pained alien onto the chair. As you strap it in, you explain the being to Max. "It is the occupant of the craft. I was able to ambush it, stun it, and bring it back to the ship for further analysis. I need some quarters to interrogate it in, and your strapped chair is the best possible location.""What? ... an alien? ...how is this...but...""Don't worry Max, I'm sure once we're done we'll kill it to make it easier for your autopsy. Anyways, a dead patient is easier to work with, huh?"Max shakes his head. He slowly takes a hold of himself, breathing in through the nostrils and out through the mouth. "First contact...incredible"
Max removed the mask. The alien starts to protest, the computerized voice transforming into a whiny higher pitch once the helmet is off. The face resembled that of a man's, perhaps closer to a monkey. It was hairless, with large eyes completely black, like that of a doe. Its nose was tiny, practically nonexistent, having slits like those of a lizard. The mouth was small and quick moving, lips very thin and tongue skinny and grey."You, identify yourself." You poke at the creature. "What are you?"The creature shouts at your in its garbled high pitch, intercut with moans of the pain it received from your punch."Well," Doctor Max started, "It seems to be breathing oxygen at least, just as we do."The creature begins a hacky cough shortly after his raspy rant.Doctor Max quickly revises his hypothesis. "Oh, or maybe not."You hear a knock and see Petra holding her artifact. It appears she has opened the box, because what is in her hand appears to be two cylinders connected by a piece of paper. A scroll."Petra! You had startled me. Come, we are trying to learn what we can from this creature.""Captain, I didn't mean to snoop, but after hearing the creature speak and looking at this scroll, I think I can speak with it." "What? How can this be Petra?"Petra ignores you and begins to speak in a fast way to the alien. The captured subject struggles, but answers reluctantly."What is he saying?"She ignores you and continues her interrogation. You witness a quick exchange of three or four sentences between the two beings. Every continuous dialogue weakens the alien, and at the fourth answer, he returned to coughing."For god's sake man, put the mask back on!"But it was too late. The alien had breathed his last and collapsed."Can we revive him?"Max shrugs. "I don't know what it breathes, and to find out would make it too late. Its gone in whatever hell cares to take it now."You turn to Petra. "What the hell was that, Science Officer Petra? Is there something I should know?"She glares icily at you. "I was trying to tell you on the ship, Captain. The room to our left, with the box -- it had this scroll in it. Placed like a pedestal! Clearly whatever was inside the box was of religious importance. I peeked inside, and looked at the scroll. I should've known once I saw the signs on the ship, but it has been long since I've read it. Not since they burned all the books decades ago.""What books? What is the language Petra?""Its Hebrew, Captain. Judensprache."
You turn to look at the creature. Max’s eyes widen. He opens the mouth, running a gloved finger over the small teeth. “Dear Petra, are you telling me that there’s a Jew in my chair?”You rub your own chin. “How curious. I’ve never met a Jew before. I thought they all died out decades ago. Seeing one now, I never imagined it would look so different from man.”Petra hits her head in frustration. “Idiots, the both of you! Clearly, what we have is not human, and it is certainly not a Jew. That much was clear from what I had spoken to it.”“Is that so?” You fly behind the creature, poking at its exaggerated head. “What have you learned then, Petra?”"I asked it four questions. First, what was its name. It told me Golem. I then asked what was its race. It had replied again with Golem."Max scratches his beard. "His identity is his race? How strange to think."Petra continued. "I then asked whether it was Juden. It told me that they are friends of Juden. That Juden had created it.""Created?""Yes, created. Is it so hard to believe?" Petra flies close and points a finger on your chest. "You yourself were created by the Party. In the same way these creatures are created by the Juden.""What would possess a man to create so ugly a creature?" You turn the alien face and meet its eyes with yours. "You have a cruel god, my monkey friend.""Finally," she concluded, "I had asked if it and its Juden friends were from Mars." She bit her lip and hesitated giving the answer. "He just weakly said yes."
You turn on the transmitter once more, this time with Petra and Doctor Max on your side. The voice of Command greets you, and after exchanging pleasantries, you summarize the trip. Doctor Max submits his autopsy report and gives a brief explanation about his foreign patient, and afterwards Petra shares her conclusions to High Command.The SS-Science representative speaks up first. “Hebrew? On a space ship? What sort of rubbish is this!”“With all due respect sir, we have seen it with our own eyes, and taken photographs as well. If you insist on refuting evidence—”“Now, now, Miss Petra.” The voice returns. “We believe all the evidence perfectly well. It is simply a lot to process for the time being. How did these Juden get here? Where did they possess this technology? How many are there? You must understand how this could add danger to the mission. I will run this by the Fuhrer himself, but for the time being we request you proceed with the mission at hand but with extreme caution. Now, you and Max are dismissed, we must speak with the Captain about a private matter.”You catch the officer's meaning and interrupt. “Actually sir, I would ask if Max would stay behind. After all, he was the one to expose this delicate matter in the first place.”The voice of Command hums for a minute and agrees. “Very well Captain, Petra you are dismissed.”After the woman leaves, you face Max. “Have you finished your research, Doctor?”The Doctor nods. “It had not taken very long, Captain. It’s very clear that the least important personnel onboard is Sebastian. He completes a simple job, recording with his camera. Anybody else on board can be trained in –”“Wait one second, Doctor!” another voice pops in, from one of the SS offices. “Take away any, I beg of you, but do not take away Sebastian. His role on the planet goes beyond simple ‘recording film’. We have detailed him to conduct very important research once you land and set up.”“Research? The man is a camera holder! He has bummed out on the ship for three years and you’re telling me he has some mission of importance?”The voice persists. “We request you to not take out Sebastian, please. If you need to reevaluate your choices, may we suggest Erika, or Noah?”The Doctor shakes his head in disbelief. “What? Both of those have infinitely more crucial roles than Sebastian!”“No Doctor, you are mistaken. There is nothing Erika can do combatively that the Captain cannot, and you do not need an experienced pilot to fall into the gravity of Mars. Your engineer can easily complete such a task. Hell, even a simpleton like you, Doctor, could land the shuttle if you’re given a week.”
The Doctor grumbles, but stands his ground. “This is preposterous! I don’t believe for a second that we should exile some of the most experienced on board because of a supposed top secret mission that’s assigned to one of our least competent crew-members! Captain, you must heed my decision, it is the only correct one.”The voice on the other end chuckles. “Well Captain? What will it be?”> “Exile” Sebastian> “Exile” Erika> “Exile” Noah(Last post for the day, good night)
>>2204062>> “Exile” Noahgood session OP hope to see the continuation when is the next session?
>>2204073I will probably start tomorrow around 1pm EST, otherwise I will be posting 4-7pm EST
>>2204062>> “Exile” NoahHe is the only disliked guy and the only other useless person is Sebastian but everyone likes him
>>2204062> “Exile” NoahBut he is a war hero, a veteran of the greatest war humanity has ever fought in the name if the Reich. He has multiple knights crosses, and even shook hands with the fuhrer himself!Perhaps we can speak to him privately about the matter.... He is old, perhaps he can make this sacrifice for the good of the Reich and its people....
>>2204062>Ask a question: "What is Sebastian's mission? Hiding it from me serves no purpose other than to force me to sacrifice other, more important crewmen in order to account for a mission that I know nothing about. It is a waste of both lives and resources to keep information from me due to the environment that we shall be diving into, an environment that will only become more dangerous due to the presence of these... Untermensch."Erika WILL be useful, it is more than likely that there will be more Aliens on Mars. And they will have time to prepare a defence now that the alien ship has been destroyed, it is likely that their self destruct will have been noticed by their friends on Mars. Having an experienced soldier in our retinue is going to be useful for any upcoming battles.Noah is in a bit more of a precarious place as we don't actually know how useful he will be planetside, it would be easier to decide his fate if we had a full cargo manifest on our hands. It is feasible that Stefanie could set up a landing for us, but if anything goes wrong on decent then the shuttle is doomed to a hard and damaging landing. Additionally, we would also need a pilot to get us off the planet in the event of an emergency. As such, he may be more valuable than he may seem.We may also be looking at this from the wrong angle, hence the next question to the doctor:>"Doctor, would it be possible to reduce our crew's oxygen intake by putting a certain number of crewmen into a medically induced coma? Do we even have the supplies for such an undertaking?"If we can reduce our oxygen intake by having a certain number of crewmen in a medically induced coma, we could cut back on our oxygen intake without having to resort to draconian measures. However, if that is not possible then I elect that we exile Sebastian unless we are told his mission, and how important it is.
>>2204062> “Exile” Sebastian
I'd support pretending to exile Sebastian in order to pry information out of them before relenting and choosing Noah.
>>2204062> “Exile” Noah
>>2204246Supporting this.Let's talk Noah about it though, perhaps he can make one final sacrifice for the Reich.
“Doctor, are you absolutely sure we must employ some Draconian measures? Is it not possible to put some of the crew in a medically induced coma?”The Doctor shakes his head. “We lack the instruments and supplies to have such a task be taken. Even if we were to alter our sleeping patterns, the rate of oxygen consumption would be relatively unaffected.”The voice of Command jumps in. “Not to mention that there are few candidates to be put under, Captain. You, Max, Noah, Anna, and Stefanie are given daily tasks to suit our needs, and Erika’s combat skills may come in handy if any unforeseen circumstances were to come up.”“Alright sir, but before I make my decision I must know about Sebastian’s mission. You cannot keep me in the dark and expect me to treat Sebastian as essential due to only your word.”The SS officer pauses. He murmurs amongst his own, and you can hear grumbles from the other side. The officer’s voice returns. “Doctor, would you be so kind as to give me and the Captain some privacy?”Max nods, and saunters out of the room. You peek over to make sure there are no unwanted ears.“They’re gone sir, speak your mind.”“Very well Captain.” The man pauses. “This is between us Captain, understand? I don’t want you to even confront Sebastian until I fill him in myself.”You nod. “Acknowledged. Now, what’s this about?”The man sighs. “There is…a faction within the SS. One that believes that the myths of our ancestors are not myths, but reality. It is the purpose of this faction to seek out truth, you see.”The answer doesn’t satisfy you. “What truth, sir? And what does this have to do with the mission?”The man clearly grows irritated, but you can tell he’s holding back. “Members of our order are sworn to secrecy, Captain. It is simply impossible for me to tell you the whole truth about us. All you need to know is that we have reason to believe that there is truth to be discovered on Mars. Truth about the genesis of our race. Truth that will unlock our potential as the Children of Aryans. Sebastian is tasked and trained to locate where to find these truths, Captain. Our order has strong evidence that we will find these truths on Mars, around the area that you are scheduled to land in. If you lose Sebastian, you will hold back the next evolutionary step of the Aryan race.” The conversation confuses you still, but you can tell that the man is sincere in his explanation, or rather lack thereof. “Fine sir, I will spare your man. You can tell the others that I have come to a decision on who to exile.” Noah, you think to yourself.“Excellent Captain. I wish you best of luck on your upcoming descent. Please take caution and remember to report to us every step of the way. Heil Hitler.”You end with a salute. “Heil Hitler, sir.”
“Captain, Max told me you called for me. Unless the damn egghead started sniffing that Freon again.”You turn around, finding Noah in the engineering room. You made sure to give Stefanie some menial task in your room fixing a loose panel. The room just has you and the pilot.“Noah, we need to talk. Man to man.”Noah gives you an annoyed look, but utterly puzzled. You continue.“Noah, the fact of the matter is, that in two weeks our ship will land on Mars, but we do not have enough oxygen to supply the whole crew. One of us must be exiled to ensure the survival of the rest.” You pause. “Are you willing to give one final sacrifice for the Fatherland?”Noah guffaws, an odd reaction you note. “Son, I’ve been sacrificing more for the Fatherland than any of the little girls or pretty boys on board this tin tub! I lost my family. My sons, my beautiful wife – did I complain though? No! My CO told me, it was all worth it, for the Fatherland. A man could have another family, but he only had one people.”Noah pushes himself around you. You allow him to continue to lecture you.“I sacrificed my humanity, you know? They made me kill civilian towns. Churches. The men were all gone, but the Party knew that. Who was left, then? The families. But did I complain? No, it was for the Fatherland, see?”Sensing his extreme agitation, you fly over to lock the port door. Noah continued, not noticing the action.“Then when I finally gained back a normal life, with a new wife and new kids, they asked me to come back. Train for the SS-Space. Did I complain? No! My family would gain great wealth in my absence. My daughter would marry a rich, German Party official and my sons would lead companies to crush the Orients west. So what if I didn’t see them for three years? Then they asked me to come here.”You stare at the man. Tears shape as bubbles from his eyes, obscuring the old man’s vision. “I have grandkids I haven’t even seen, Captain. I haven’t stepped on German soil in six years. But my sacrifices are not good enough. You ask me to sacrifice what I have left—my own life?”You manage to grab a nearby habitation suit, putting it on as he talks. The old man turns to face the port door, looking at his future graveyard.“Fine then, Captain. Without a family, there is nothing left for a man to live for. Take me out if you wish, but I will not pretend I am doing this for the Party, or for the Fatherland.”You fit on the helmet and turn to the old man. “It is true what you say about men, but you have not lost your family. You still have your people, your Fatherland. Is there not more worthy a cause than to die for your family?”Noah turns around. You reach over to the port door. Noah coughs loudly, and then looks sternly in your face.“Do me a favor, Captain. A dying man’s wish, please.”“Yes, Noah?”
Noah coughs briefly. “Do not repeat my mistakes. Do not confuse your loyalty to the Party as patriotism.”With his final words, Noah pulls open the port door. The man is hit by the empty void, and instinctively grabs at his throat. The pressure in the room drops rapidly. You quickly kick the dying man out and shut the door, manipulating the controls to depressurize the room. You look out the window. Noah’s eyes are red and fill with sorrow as he spins outside, doomed to float amongst the stars until the next astral body collides with him.-----------“Mission Log, Day 1107. Today is the day. In twelve hours, Stefanie will land the Freyr into Zone Alpha for the first manned mission on Mars. Once the landing is safe, the crew and I will set up the habitation bubbles, complete with the arboretum, generator, armory, garage, condensers, and other facilities. I do not pretend to understand the logistics and mechanics of any of the machines or rooms, instead trusting my incredibly smart team with the installations and operations. It is odd to think that despite their extensive years of training, some for longer than I’ve been alive, they still follow the orders of someone comparatively unskilled simply due to my origins as an Ubermensch. Perhaps the old adage is true. Might makes right.”“I still can’t get Noah’s dying wish out of my head. His words seem more of a warning, but of what I cannot tell. Does he doubt that the Party are rightful leaders of Germany? What a bizarre thought – without the Party, Germany would assuredly be destroyed. But they say there is no truer truths than those of the dying. And for as cranky as the old pilot was, there was no more a sincere moment I saw in his eyes than when he spoke those last words.”“The crew took the news of his death harshly. I fed them a lie, telling them the old pilot had a heart attack and I had deposed of him appropriately. Erika had taken it the worst; it was unknown to me the level of camaraderie the two veterans had. I guess their military service gives them a fraternity most on the crew lack. Stefanie was initially reluctant to learn the controls, but with her current progress I judge she’s more than capable of giving us a safe landing. Max excels at hiding his guilt, acting just as heartbroken as Anna and Sebastian had at the news. Since the memory is still fresh in the crew’s minds, I took it upon myself to help ease their minds.”
You fly into the kitchen, finding Sebastian tinkering with his camera.“Captain! I wanted to thank you, sir.”You raise an eyebrow. “Thank me? To what do I owe the honor, Seb?”The charming cameraman gives a sly chuckle. “Simply for your leadership on board, sir. You have led this crew honorably, courteously, and are a model for our people, a model! I had told the Propaganda minister to carve a statue in your visage for your heroic deeds!”“How curious Sebastian, I haven’t even landed on the planet and the Reich wants to honor me so graciously.” You glance around the room, noticing the two of you are alone. “Where is the rest of the crew, Seb?”The man thinks for a minute. “Anna’s speaking with Command now, oddly enough. Didn't think the girl even knew how to operate the comms controls, having spent so much time in her room and Max's office. Let's see, Max is going over the alien’s biology, Petra is studying her scroll, Stefanie is getting used to the pilot’s seat, and Erika is trying to distract herself from our old friend’s sudden heart attack.”You give Seb a stern look. “You like keeping tabs on the crew, cameraman?”Seb gives an innocent shrug. “Nothing else for me to do on board but talk, Captain. Suppose it will all change once we land though.” You see a twinkle in his eye, and he gives a quiet smirk. “Maybe you’ll grace me so much as to come with me on my camera missions? Your physique would be perfect to capture on film.”“Perhaps so, Seb, perhaps so.”You leave the man to continue tinkering. You've got enough time to talk with two of the crew members before you land. You could ask Petra or Max about their findings from the UFO encounter, console Erika and Stefanie about their sudden burdens, or ask Anna why she's talking to Command all of a sudden.> Console Erika about her loss> Encourage Stefanie about her piloting abilities> Learn about the Scroll from Petra> Learn about the alien from Max> Ask Anna why she’s suddenly talking with Command
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>>2205905> Learn about the alien from Max> Learn about the Scroll from Petra
>>2205905> Console Erika about her loss> Encourage Stefanie about her piloting abilitiesWe need to be able to land and solders fully compatible for combat Theres jews on mars and there monkey we nees to kill
>>2205905> Console Erika about her loss> Encourage Stefanie about her piloting abilities
>>2205905> Console Erika about her loss> Encourage Stefanie about her piloting abilitiesIt's pretty obvious that command are setting up Anna to replace us. She is the only other Ubermensch on this tub, and has no other role other than to act as a possible replacement for us just in case we go AWOL. We need to be prepared for this eventuality by ensuring that Erica is at least warm to us. Meanwhile, we need to ensure that Stefanie is confident in her capabilities. The last thing we need is for her to be worrying for herself rather than focusing on the task at hand.
>>2205888Couldn't we have arranged for him to meet his grandchildren on the view screen communications thing, as a final thank you to the old man?> Console Erika about her loss> Encourage Stefanie about her piloting abilitiesFeels bad man, lets try and alleviate some of the pain.
>>2205905>> Ask Anna why she’s suddenly talking with Command> Console Erika about her loss
>>22059093 more minutes.
>>2205905>learn about the scroll>find out what Annie's doingEach class is on the ship eh? Neat
>>2206129>>2206111>>2206091>>2206077>>2206056>>2206018You decide to first console Erika on her loss. After passing through the kitchen, Petra's office, and the cargo hold you find the resting quarters, with Erika's door ajar. The woman is in her exercise wear; high shorts and a tight t-shirt to keep the sweat she had produced stay near her body. You guess that she had just finished a workout, probably something to take her mind off of Noah's death."Erika, do you have a minute?"The woman turns around. You spot redness in her face, and her eyes are a little heavy. "Oh, I'm sorry Captain, you had startled me. Please, come in."You fly and close her hatch door. Erika looks down towards her feet. You stay suspended and run your eyes up and down the grieving form. "How are you holding up, Security Officer?"She gave a weak shrug. "Easier to manage now, but the ship still feels emptier without Noah. I mean, say what you will about the man, but he sure liked to talk."You chuckle, remembering the countless drama the old pilot started with his rants and arguments. "He certainly was the life of the ship.""A truer German than any. I idolized him. He had given so much to Germany. Its unfitting that he had to go with a weak heart and not in service for the Reich."You hold your tongue still, not wanting to ruin Erika's memory of the man. "He was selfless in life, always eager to serve his country."Erika nods in agreement. She sighs loudly, leaning forward. You come near and hug her from the side with one arm. She seems to be receptive."Captain?""Yes, Erika?""You were with Noah when he had died, yes?""Yes, thats right."Erika nods, as if to confirm a doubt she had. You stay next to each other for a couple minutes, in silence. "Captain, did Noah say anything before he died?""Uhm, yes, I'm trying to remember..."> His last words were 'Sieg Heil'! [Nationalist]> He made me promise to crush the Juden before their tendrils could infect our culture once more [Moralist]> He made me promise to start a family after the mission, and contribute to the future of our people. [Racial Supremacist]> He talked about how much he loved us, despite the ranting and raving [NINO]> Opinion Score: [Nationalist 1, Racial Supremacist 1](Update in 4 hours min)
>>2206598> He made me promise to start a family after the mission, and contribute to the future of our people. [Racial Supremacist]I feel this is the closet to what he had said before going.First one is farthest from what could be interpreted as what he said, and second and last one is out of character.
>>2206598>> He made me promise to start a family after the mission, and contribute to the future of our people. [Racial Supremacist]
>>2206598>He made me promise to start a family after the mission, and contribute to the future of our people. [Racial Supremacist]"He mentioned his regret at never having met some of his grandchildren."
>>2206598> He made me promise to start a family after the mission, and contribute to the future of our people. [Racial Supremacist]
>>2206651>>2206664>>2206720>>2206726(Surprise update! Now for reals will update next around 1 am EST)“He mentioned his regret at never having seen his grandchildren. He made me promise to start a family like him, contribute to the growth of our people.”Erika nods. “I always wondered why he never talked about his family. Good to know they were in his thoughts before he passed.” She stretches her head up, facing you. “Thank you, Captain. I think I feel better now knowing how he went.”“I hope you keep him in your hearts, and act as he would have wanted us too.”You bid the Security Officer farewell, leaving her with a smile and lightened mood. Next, you decide to visit Stefanie. Encouraging her ability to fly the craft might help make the landing more bearable.Stefanie sits at the cockpit, looking small in the seat left behind by Noah. As you enter, you hear a sudden flurry of activity, the engineer shifting her gaze from one set of controls to another, flicking one or two switches here, reading out loud a display silently there.“Relax, Stefanie, I’m not here to evaluate you.”“Apologies, Captain, I’m not used to having visitors.” You notice her gaze is fixed outside the glass, looking straight ahead of the bow. “Nobody usually comes to the engine room on their own accord.”“Stefanie, how capable do you feel to land this craft?”The woman turns around. You can tell from her face that she’s maintaining a stoic image. “I’ve landed plenty of lunar landers during my Lunar Base assignment. I’ve also piloted Earthfall shuttles before, though that was years ago. So yes, Captain, I think I’m capable to land this craft.”“You misunderstood the question, Stefanie, I asked how capable you feel, not whether you feel capable.”Stefanie wonders out loud. “As capable as I can be for a week’s worth of training. Permission to speak my mind Captain?”“Always.”“It feels wrong. I don’t belong here, Noah does.”“Yes, but Noah’s not here anymore.”“I know that Captain, but it still feels – disrespectful. Noah never liked me.”You chuckle. “He never liked anybody.”“I think he really didn’t like me. He thought because I’m a woman, I don’t belong here.”“Preposterous! There’s three other women on board, all with important roles. He never once doubted their roles due to their sex.”“But my role was similar to his, you know? Spaceship maintenance, calibrations, navigations. I think he saw it as a man’s profession, not one for women like me.”
>>2207080You think of a way to turn the conversation around.> The man was a fool. No citizen should be turned away from service simply due to age or gender. [Nationalist] > You reminded him of his daughter. Seeing you getting grimy and dirty in the engine room was akin to seeing his own girls getting filthy. He was being endearing in an odd way. [Moralist]> He was a good pilot, but felt threatened by your purity. No lengths of experience and training can compare to the inert talent of an Aryan like yourself. [Racial Supremacist]> It doesn’t matter if you’re a woman, you’re still the best damn engineer on this ship, and for the time being, the best pilot too. We have full faith in you and are here to help if you ever need it. [NINO]
>>2207098> He was a good pilot, but felt threatened by your purity. No lengths of experience and training can compare to the inert talent of an Aryan like yourself. [Racial Supremacist]
>>2207098>> He was a good pilot, but felt threatened by your purity. No lengths of experience and training can compare to the inert talent of an Aryan like yourself. [Racial Supremacist]
>>2207098>> You reminded him of his daughter. Seeing you getting grimy and dirty in the engine room was akin to seeing his own girls getting filthy. He was being endearing in an odd way. [Moralist]since we going the fimaly route with him
>>2207105>>2207127guys the whole time we have lied about his girl and wife ynot keep it going??makes since
>>2207098>You reminded him of his daughter. Seeing you getting grimy and dirty in the engine room was akin to seeing his own girls getting filthy. He was being endearing in an odd way. [Moralist]
>>2207098> You reminded him of his daughter. Seeing you getting grimy and dirty in the engine room was akin to seeing his own girls getting filthy. He was being endearing in an odd way. [Moralist]Let's maintain his image as a family man, which he was.
>>2207098> You reminded him of his daughter. Seeing you getting grimy and dirty in the engine room was akin to seeing his own girls getting filthy. He was being endearing in an odd way. [Moralist]Its either this, or nationalist, I think he had old fashioned way of thinking like mens work and womans work....
>>2207175the goal was to give her a peptalk why not continue with that?
>>2207501> couse shes bitch about the last guy Noah
“You misunderstand him, Stefanie. He was a family man. You reminded him of his daughter. Seeing you get grimy and dirty in the engine room was akin to seeing his own girls get filthy. He was being endearing in an odd way.”“Really? He had a daughter?”“Several I gather. Grandchildren too. But after his service in the Reich, we became his family. So you see, he never hated you, he simply cared for you like a stern father.”Stefanie swivels in her chair, lost in thought. You observe the vortex of hair forming as she goes round and round. Finally, she stops to face the window.“All the family I have left are my grandparents in Munich. I miss them so much, Captain, but I do what I can for the Party. I can’t imagine the pain he must’ve felt…knowing he couldn’t be with his grandchildren…I’m sorry, Noah.”You leave a hand on her shoulder. She balls up in her chair. “All right, Captain. I think I’m ready to land this ship. For the Reich. For Noah.”“That’s the spirit, Stephanie! Hold off until my go ahead, I want to speak with High Command before we land.”“Acknowledged.”
You stand in front of the screen in the Comms room. The swastika’s white glare paints your face as you wait for the connection. Finally, the voice of command returns.“Captain! We have some exciting news to share with you!”“Oh? Are you sending the second cohort now?”“No, nothing that major. We have fixed the transmitter so that we can send you voicemails now. Now we don’t all need to gather at Mission Control to speak with you, and it will give you more details about missions we have for you. It will be logged in your terminal. Anyways, what is your current status?”You think to yourself about the ship’s current state. The blast shields have been reinforced, the cargo hold secured, and the power conserved for the drop. All that was left was the descent itself.“All clear from here, sir. Anything on your end?”The voice comes back clear. “Once you land, your team will be responsible for setting up the base. Afterwards, there are two important tasks you must accomplish. First, you must set up the radio tower. You must select a location of reasonable height and install the dish. This way you will be able to send and receive messages from us. Then, you must fuel the generator. We have located deposits of uranium near your landing site. The habitation suits are radioactive-proof, and there are plenty of tools you can use to extract the ore and feed it into the refinery. Got that?”“Yes, I understand sir.”“Good. Hopefully, we’ll hear back from you once you successfully install the radio tower. Good luck, and Sieg Heil.”You give a sieg heil and close the conversation. On the monitor, you see three icons pop up. Private messages from different Command reps. There is one intercept from the SS-Science, one from the Fuhrer’s office, and one from the officer who had asked to spare Sebastian.Stefanie pings you on the intercom. “Captain, should we begin descent?”Not wanting to wait any longer, you ping her back. "Yes Stefanie, lets begin."You decide to ease the journey by listening to one of the messages before the roar of the atmosphere overtakes your eardrums. You pull down a seat from one of the walls, strap yourself in, and begin to play one of the messages.> Play Message from SS-Science> Play Message from Fuhrer’s Office> Play Message from the officer who wanted Sebastian spared
>>2208919> Play Message from Fuhrer’s Office
>>2208919>> Play Message from Fuhrer’s Office
>>2209044shit sorry for the name fagging lads
>>2208919> Play Message from Fuhrer’s OfficeWe are very excited, all the other messages will pale in comparison.
>>2208919>play message from Fuhrer’s OfficeI wanna know what Uncle Adolf has to say
Is Noah jewish?
>>2209459It's a Jewish name I think, doesn't matter now though.
>>2208919Play Message from Fuhrer’s Office>>2209512He was a jew all this time??
>>2209459The character was German, with no known links to any Jewish groups. If he was elated in any ways to the Jews then he would never have been allowed into space in the first place.The actual name is actually derived from a Hebrew name. However, due to being part of the 3 major Abrahamic religions (Judaism, Islam and most importantly Christianity). Due to the high number Christians in Germany before the Second World War, it is most likely that his name is not linked to Judaism in any meaningful way due to the aforementioned links to the 3 other Abrahamic religions.
>>2209528https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noah_(name) >"Noah is a given name and surname most likely derived from the Biblical figure Noah (נוֹחַ) in Hebrew."Not necessarily, but I suppose it's possible. Maybe that's why it seems that he has a less than favorable view of the Party.
>>2209538I like to think he was a deep under cover jew agent and would have crashed the ship into the ground
You hit the audio file for the message from the Fuhrer's Office. You feel the cabin shake a little.Hello Captain of the Freyr. This is the Fuhrer speaking. I understand today is the day you complete your drop onto Mars. Germany thanks you for your bravery, your service, and your sacrifices for our people. Your adventures will be forever written in our history books as evidence of our people and our country’s might and superiority.It is regards to these history books that I am messaging you today. I have received concerning reports of Juden presence on the red planet. Captain, you may be aware of the Party’s Final Solution we had implemented decades ago. I am extremely worried knowing that this plan has not yet been fulfilled. It is my deepest wish that you help finish what we started Captain.. I have routed resources to send the second cohort immediately. You will have to wait approximately one Earth year until these additional troops land. Until then, locate the Juden. Collect intelligence. Give us the reports. Then, we will destroy them.Just as the message begins to end, the roar of the atmosphere erupts. You feel yourself pulled up as the weight of the shuttle drops heavily. You struggle to lift your arms up, desperate to shut the sound out. After what feels like eternity, you cover your palms on your eardrums. Bright white and red light shines from the port window. Glow from the fire of the atmosphere.Stefanie moves some of the air breakers to alter the course of the shuttle. Thanks to your kind words, she is confident in her abilities and has timed the parachute pull exactly. Just before you reach terminal velocity, the entire craft is pulled up. A soft breeze is on the Martian surface today. The mountains in the east help shield you form the large sand storms. You try and peer out the window, observing your future homeland.The surface reminds you of the arid deserts over in the French colony you have fought in, though much more red. You see canyons stretch out in the distance, meaning you’re looking south of your landing zone. From what you remember, the landing zone was chosen specifically for its flat terrain and proximity to important resources. Though after your discussion with the SS officer the previous week, you think there are more than just resources in the area.The impact is harsh, but the ship absorbs most of it. You feel your heart beating loudly as the vibrations in the ship soften. You lift a leg, testing the gravity. Light. You remove the belt, and walk towards Petra’s office.
“Ready?” You see Petra and Erika on opposite ends of the room. Their hands are pulled over a pair of switches. “Ready.” Erika replies. When the switch is pulled, the bubble shield shoots from the top of the craft. Soon, a dome with a radius of 100 meters will form around the crash site. Stefanie rushes over to the engine room, pulling out the ship’s habitation suits. Anna comes with her, and they both hurry to put them on. Anna carries four O2 concentrators, two in each arm. It disturbs you the strength such a delicate beauty can possess.Petra narrates their actions. “Those concentrators will help keep us alive till we set up the arboretum. Filters in oxygen, filters out carbon dioxide. One for every 90 degrees around the ship.”You nod. “How long will it take to make the zone breathable?”“With four? Probably another hour, Captain. Don’t worry though, the ship will keep us alive by that time.”You and the rest of the crew visit Max’s office. The doctor does cursory checks on each of the landed crewmembers, noting their blood pressure, heart rate, and any unusual contortions in their body in response to either the crash or the sudden change in gravity. Luckily, the trained member was able to prescribe a pill here, or a shot there, to help the crewmembers quickly acclimate to the change in environment.The hour quickly approaches. You look outside the port window, seeing Stefanie holding the O2 detector.“Levels are stable now. The concentrators will run now for about twelve hours. We have until then to set up the generator and the radio tower.”You radio her back. “That’s all well and good, Stefanie, but is it breathable?”Anna responds by suddenly taking her helmet off. The whole crew gasps at the sudden rash moment, but she shakes her head and smiles back. “Don’t worry, Captain! The air is just like Berlin!”“Liar,” Erika whispers, “nothing can compare to German air.”The crew quickly unlatches the cargo, each member working quickly to set up their rooms. Max works on the clinic, Stefanie the generator and refinery, Petra the arboretum and laboratories, Anna the mess and bedrooms, Sebastian his film room, and Erika her fortifications. You pull out the remaining habitation suits left in cargo, letting them adapt to the oxygenated environment. It’s time to set up the radio tower and collect the fuel.You elect to first set up the tower, knowing it won’t take very long and that Command will want to hear back as soon as you have landed. The habitation suits will take a while to set up, so you take the ship’s ones which still has some O2. The radio tower will need an extra pair of hands to set up. That being said, you have in mind who you want to come with you.> Someone who can keep up with you (Anna)> Someone who can protect you (Erika)> Someone who can set it up quickly (Stefanie)(Next update estimated 6 hours)
>>2210126> Someone who can set it up quickly (Stefanie)
>>2210133Supporting. Speed is of the essence here.
>>2210126> Someone who can keep up with you (Anna)You've been busy talking to high command yes?
>>2210117>> Someone who can keep up with you (Anna)
>>2210148Supporting this. There's some game afoot with the party esoterists, one that we were only let in on when threatening the plot. Getting an ally aware of it and predisposed to following our lead in the future might be of benefit
>>2210126> Someone who can keep up with you (Anna)
>>2210148Supporting.When do we utter our first historical words with the swastika flag flattering behind us?
this is amazing! could honestly be a movie, like an alt history flick.
>>2210471i agree it's very well setup
>>2210148>>2210187>>2210453>>2210492Suspecting high command of suspicious activities like a filthy Juden when there's actual Juden to combat on Mars, pathetic. >>2210126> Someone who can set it up quickly (Stefanie)
>>2210531Spoken like true Ju.
>>2210126> Someone who can set it up quickly (stefanie.)Might as well do it right.
>>2210126>> Someone who can keep up with you (Anna)
“Anna, with me.” The ubermensch jumps in excitement and rushes to fit inside the habitation suit. You both approach the outer wall, a semipermeable product from the mystical SS-Science Labs, and force yourself through.There is an outcropping to the north and east of your camp that you had spotted when you first touched down. The drop was around ten meters tall, the ledge coming out like a gangplank. There was no structures around it that were taller, so you figure this would be an ideal location for the radio tower.“Anna, up there. Let’s go.”You find it refreshing to run with someone who can keep up with your pace. In the training labs in Berlin, you could only compete with horses and dogs. It pained yourself to limit your potential, especially in the three years inside the Freyr, but running now with Anna felt like being a bird finally freed from a cage.You take the time with Anna to ask her something on your mind.“So, I hear you’ve been talking with Command.”Anna slows down and turns around. You stop in your tracks and continue. “Three years and I haven’t seen you once operate the Comms room. What has changed, Anna?”Anna giggles. “Oh Captain, you mean you don’t know? Father has called.”You give her a confused glance. “Father? Whose father?”She rolls her eyes. “Oh, you know, our creator, you might know him as Dr. Braun, but I call him Father.”You ease your tensions now. Dr. Braun was the founder of the Ubermensch program. He was directly responsible for raising and teaching you during your post-natal stages. You suppose he would be the closest thing you have to a father, though your relationship had always been kept strictly professional. The closest Dr. Braun had ever gotten to paternal affection had been a handshake to send you off to training of the Freyr.“Why did Dr. Braun contact you? What did you talk about?”Anna takes a moment to remember. “He was telling me about my mission here. To be a mother for the next generation.”“Mother?” you get more confused as she talks.“I’m sure he talked to you too, if you check your voicemails. Anyways, he was telling me I had to bear children for his studies. Something about testing survival of natural born ubermensch.”“How can this be? It is known that ubermensch are infertile.”"I thought so too until Father told me I wasn't. He said if I was infertile, then I don't deserve the title ubermensch. Then he said that the greatest power a human being can have is to create more in his or her image, and no amount of superhuman speed or strength can make up for...”“Anna, please focus, are you meaning to tell me that you can bear children? How? With whom?”Anna shrugs. “I don't know how, I don't even know if I can, but Father says I can so I trust him. As for who, I suppose I must decide between the men on the ship. So that'd be Max, Sebastian and...are you infertile Captain? .”
Not wanting to answer the extremely private question, you continue to scale till you reach the peak. Anna thinks nothing of it and follows you up. At the peak, she holds down the antenna, while you stamp down the pikes with your feet to keep it in place. The control panel is cluttered, but through trial and error you finally manage to synchronize the wavelengths of Command with the transmitter back at Base. Finally, to establish your presence, you unfurl a large flag, dragged with the German eagle holding the swastika, and pin it to the top of the antenna.You marvel at the symbolic flag. The embodiment of what a nation can accomplish, supported by the might and guidance of the Party. You wonder out aloud your thoughts. “A proud act to be sung about in the halls of history. Better make sure the cameraman gets a shot of this.”Finally, you and Anna stride quickly back to the base. The transmitter’s lights blink in response to the reception. You send a signal out to High Command.“Hello? Command, do you read? This is the Captain of the Freyr speaking. We are reporting in that the landing zone has been secured, with no casualties. The camp is oxygenated, facilities nearly established, radio tower installed, and we’re about to collect fuel for the generators.”The voice of command crackles back in response to your message. “Excellent work, Captain, you’ve made us here at Mission Control proud. You will be able to find traces of uranium ore in the walls of the small canyons to your south. The Lunar Hammers will be able to hack away at the uranium chunks. If you feed enough ore to concentrate ten grams of uranium, you will have enough power in the camp to last until the second cohort arrives. Report back as soon as the generators are running, and we will give you your next steps. Command out.”You salute with a heil and close the transmissions. The Lunar Hammers are inside a crate in the cargo hold. You grab two of the hammers for you and the second habitation suit inhabitant. To extract the ore, you decide on who you will take as your companion.> Someone who keep up with you (Anna)> Someone who can protect you (Erika)> Someone who can identify the ore quickly (Petra)(Last update till tomorrow late morning EST, good night)
>>2211311> Someone who can identify the ore quickly (Petra)
>>2211311>Someone who can identify the ore quickly (Petra
>>2211311>> Someone who can identify the ore quickly (Petra)
>>2211311>Someone who can identify the ore quickly (Petra)I wonder if Dr. Braun had a sex education book included in the cargo manifest, or if we need another crew member to explain the birds and the bees to the clueless Ubermensch.
>>2211316>>2211390>>2211393>>2211428>>2211827>>2211841"Petra. Get suited up, I need your help to identify uranium ore."The woman obeys, carrying her Geiger counter from her lab and Lunar Hammer. Once suited, she follows you outside the bubble to the canyons south. The weight of the hammer slows her travels down a bit, forcing you to lag behind slightly.You decide to break the silence by asking Pera something that's been on your mind. "So Petra, I didn't know you could speak Judensprache."The woman gives you a scrying gaze. "Think nothing of it, Captain. My own father had taught me the ancient texts when I was a child. Hebrew, Greek, Sanskrit, Persian, all the most ancient languages I could speak, read and write. Then when the burnings happened the Hebrew lessons had stopped, but my mind had still retained what I had learned earlier.""Your father taught you Hebrew? Interesting.""Careful what you imply, Captain. He is one of the most pure blooded Germans in the Reich, and holds a distinguished position in the SS. His profession for the Reich was archaeology. There were theories in the 1950s of Aryan relics scattered between the ruins of ancient civilizations. He had deployed expeditions in Persia, India, Greece, Southern Italy, and yes, the Levant. One would need to have at least a familiarity with reading the ancient languages to understand what lies in the ancient ruins."You leave the subject matter be once you approach the canyon's edge. The drop isn't terrible, around four meters, and a path dips into the canyon to your left. You lead Petra down this way, Lunar Hammer over shoulder like a proud coal miner."Over here, Captain! I'm picking up radiation in this direction."You follow Petra to some lighter colored rocks. She jabs a finger at the wall, testing its consistency, and nods in affirmation. Uranium ore. She stands back and you prepare to hack into it. Chunks of the ore fly, slowly falling to the ground. Petra uses her Lunar Hammer to drag the chunks towards herself, stuffing them inside a container from her storage facilities. After about ten minutes of hacking at the space rock, Petra tells you to stop."We definitely have enough for ten grams of material, Captain. Let me secure the box and we'll be on our way."You take the opportunity to study your surroundings. Inside the gulch, you feel trapped. Like a rat in a maze. The patterns in the floor of the canyon remind you of a riverbank, though without water. You walk around near a corner and peek. There are some gaps in the rock, where the canyon wall meets the floor. You bend down to peek inside. Some were just shadows, others revealing windows of a deeper cavern.While on your knees, you look left and see an odd pattern. Scattering the sand, you clear up the image on the floor. You radio in your partner. "Petra! I've found something, come and take a look here."
She hustles over to your position. She takes a look at the pattern with you, bending down to feel the inside of the print. "A fossil. Must've been buried here years ago until the upper layers eroded this creature's upper soil. Good find Captain, I will have to return here with my tools to study it further and take samples." "How long ago do you think it has been buried?"She looks up at you. "Are you asking if this creature may still exist today?" She marvels at the silhouette of the creature made in the rock. A human looking shape with some tail bones wrapping around its lower legs and an inhuman skull. "Let's hope not, Captain."Once back at Base, you arrive with the fuel and a few fossil samples for Petra. The refinery is set up by Stefanie, and she guides you to slowly feed the ore into the rustling machine. The generator appears to remain dormant.“Don’t worry Captain. The generator won’t be running up until a couple hours, but it’ll be able to sustain us once it’s up.”“Good work Stefanie, report to me if there are any issues with the generator.” The rest of the day is occupied transforming the landing zone into a small commune. The ship’s doors and hatches are disassembled to make small cubicles for rooms. You see your own quarters in a two by two configuration with the others, each room shared with one other crewmember. Petra and Stefanie, Anna and Erika, Max and Sebastian, and you alone, with the roommate now deceased. The generator and refinery are near the new engineering room, complete with a newly built garage containing a workshop area and two electric run Lunar buggies.A little north of the garage is Petra’s lab and the arboretum. Petra had assembled a moderately sized patch of turf with seeds from the cryo chamber in the cargo hold. A condenser was established just near one of the O2 concentrators, diverting some oxygen for water generation, and some of that water generation for the plants. She claimed that with the super fertilizers fed into the soil that the plants would sprout by the end of two weeks.Next to Petra’s lab there was Sebastian’s film room. It was a dark space meant to develop the negatives, sharing space with general storage of equipment such as the Lunar Hammers, Habitaion Suits, ship metal, and more.The mess was near the sleeping quarters. High Command had given a generous amount of food for the journey and first year, though it lacked flavor and consistency. The crew couldn’t do much about it except wait for Petra’s garden to flower fruits.Finally, where the ship initially crashed is where you set up the new Comms room. The structure included several seats and a long table to be purposed as a gathering hall, where Command had instructed you to debrief them and the crew on the day’s missions and status reports.It is here you are now, ready to receive instructions from Command.
“Hello Command, this is the Captain speaking. Reporting in to let you know that the generators are running and I’m ready to receive further instructions, sir.”“Excellent, Captain. Now that the base is operational, we will give you your task until the second cohort arrives. We wish to receive a full, detailed map of Zone A and Zone B. Especially be on the lookout for flat locations in fortifiable positions. Our SS friends here want to build a storage facility of Mars, and having insight into the environment in these Zones can greatly aid us. Good luck Captain, Command out.”“Sieg Heil sir.”You stretch your limbs, not realizing that the stresses you had endured during landing and running with Anna had taken a toll on your body. You step out of the Comms room, observing the campgrounds. Anna and Erika seem to be sparring with loose metal bars.> Learn about the alien from Max> Learn about the fossil from Petra> Learn about Juden’s locations from Stefanie> Learn about the ‘film expedition’ from Sebastian> Spar with Anna and Erika
>>2212022> Learn about the fossil from PetraIs this another jude golem?
>>2212022> Learn about the alien from Max
>>2212022> Learn about Juden’s locations from Stefanie
>>2212022>Learn about the alien from Max
>>2212022(Update in 2 hrs)
>>2212022>Learn about Juden’s locations from Stefaniewe must uncover the location and the nature of the threat before we do anything else.
>>2212022> Learn about the ‘film expedition’ from SebastianThis is likely connected to the Jews and that fossil, so we'll kill multiple birds with one stone
We're tied for Max and Stefanie, I'll give another 15 minutes before I start writing.
>>2212022>> Learn about the alien from Max
>>2212917>>2212671>>2212649>>2212078>>2212050You decide to give Max a visit before you retire to your chambers. By now, the autopsy of the golem creature would have been complete. Any insights into its biology might be crucial in identifying their weaknesses, or even information about their creators.“Max.” The Doctor turns around as you address him. It seemed he was installing his own personal terminal and was typing a report of the crew’s conditions to send to High Command. You see him don his microscopic monocle once more, but you judge its purpose was more for fashion than for utility.“Captain, good to see you here. What can I do for you?”“Any insights into the creature?”Max walks over to the wall opposite. “You mean the golem?” He reaches over the table, pulling back a white sheet that had covered a large body. The creature began growing yellow in deterioration. He quickly jumped into explanation. “I’m still continuing some tests, so I had to preserve the body a little longer. I wanted to know its musculature and skeletal system, things of that sort.”“Anything you can tell me now that you’ve learned?”“Well, if I were to guess its manufacturing makes it adapt to Martian environment. Its respiratory system is utterly alien, but given its origin I would wager it could breathe in this atmosphere. It also explains its heavyset structure – being heavy and close to the ground is advantageous in low gravity environments, where being knocked around can cause you to lose control of your body.”You lift the corpse’s feet, finding hair all around the limbs and feet. “Its fur helps keep it warm in the harsh Martian cold. It is capable of being balled up and to better conserve heat, explaining why its backside has much thicker fur. The head region is an anomaly to me, however. The large cerebrum must be evidence of protection rather than a larger brain. The nose certainly would not help it if it lived in very dusty environments, but I have a theory. The black eyes are good at detecting movement and absorbing light, both advantageous traits in a subterranean environment. If these creatures lived underground, their noses wouldn’t need to protect them from the sandstorms Mars is infamous for, and might aid them in identifying smells easier in low light environments.”“If they are used to living in dark caves, why would this one be on a bright ship?”“Well Captain, after looking through its helmet I noticed that the visor had a very dark filter, possibly to help enhance its sensors better.”You nod, forgetting about the creature’s suit. If you remembered correctly, it was in the storage facility. You make a note to have Stefanie look into it tomorrow.
>>2212971“So, if we were going to run into these creatures here, they would be underground or not in the deserts, and they don’t need a habitation suit to walk around here. Anything else you can tell me? Diet? Reproduction? Strengths?”“I will need to analyze its bone structure for that, Captain. I’m also working with professionals overstars in Berlin to help me go through this. I’ll have something for you by then though, believe me.”…Mission Log, Day 1110, or as I will now call it, Day 3 on Mars. Our days are different here, nearly an hour longer than the twenty-four-hour cycle, but Max tells us our biological clocks will be able to synchronize with the new day/night cycle after two weeks. The Base in Zone A is officially established. The Nazi footprint is deep and heavy on Mars, and we’re working hard to complete what daily tasks Command gives us, as well as the major task of mapping out this zone and Zone B, the latter of which being our second cohort’s future landing zone.Crew sentiments are generally warm. The oddity of being on another planet does not stun these men and women, as daily tasks consume our lives too much to reflect upon our situation. When night approaches however, and one looks up to see the bright void of space through the thin atmosphere, it’s difficult to forget how very far away from home we are.I’ve taken a listen to the other two voice mails in my terminal. The first, from Doctor Braun, had been sent the same day I was aware of Anna speaking with Command in the Comms room. He had told me that he had specifically sent Anna on the mission to raise children on Mars. Though her stated purpose, along with mine, was to test for Ubermensch adaptability and viability on the planet, his main interest was whether Ubermensch offspring could be born to thrive on Mars, even adapting to breathe and survive in the harsh climates. A madman, I thought, though who am I to criticize my own creator? He never mentioned the matter of who would father these children other than the fact that I help Anna find a man willing. Perhaps it didn’t matter, as long as the mother was Ubermensch. Given that he hadn’t told me to father, I gather that I am correct in the assumption that I myself am incapable, though I am tempted some days to give him a call to make sure I am right. The second voice mail was from the SS officer who was very reluctant to tell me about his secret order. He had told me that he had informed Sebastian about our conversation, and that he had a mission for me to help him find these ‘truths’ on Mars that he was so fond of. I found the conversation even more frustrating than the first for its lack of answers, but his invitation might provide a way for me to find further answers, and if it what he claimed was true, unlock the ‘hidden potential’ of the Aryan race…
“Good morning, crew.” You address the four women and two men before you, each busy munching down their rations they had collected from the mess. “What’s our agenda today?”Stefanie goes first. “I’m working on the Lunar Buggies suspension and weight. Once I’m finished, they should be able to drive over Martian terrain no problem. After that, it’s just a matter of testing its acceleration and armor if we need to.”You nod in acknowledgement. Next up is Erika. “Should be finishing up setting fortifications around our perimeter. Just simple metal walls for now, won’t be getting more serious materials until the second cohort arrives. Afterwards, I want to work on hidden cameras to be placed around so we can know what to expect around night time. We also have a few mines we can use, though it might be useful for exploration too.”“Good idea Erika, we can never be too careful.” You look at Petra next. She starts to debrief. “I’ve been routing parts of our sewage system to the arboretum to help provide healthier plants. I estimate by the end of the week we will see sprouting.” Anna makes a noise to Petra, causing the Science Officer to roll her eyes. “Oh yeah, and Anna has volunteered to become the Base’s gardener.”Soft laughing is audible through the room. Anna stands up and hugs Petra, much to the annoyance of the stern SS officer.“I think that’s good from Security, Engineering, and Science, anybody else have anything important?”Quiet shuffles seem to indicate no, but then you see a weak hand raised from Sebastian. “Yes, Seb, what is it?”Sebastian stands up. “Anybody notice something odd about the radio tower?”Everyone murmurs amongst themselves, generally confused. “Did you walk on the surface, Seb? I haven’t seen your habitation suit even touched.”“You don’t need to walk to the tower to notice something odd.” He walks outside, causing some of the others to follow suit. Everyone looks up at the tower. It looks about the same as it had the other day, until Erika voices everyone’s thoughts. “Where’s the flag?”The tower stands bare, a single pole with no flag to wave in the winds. The camp mutter amongst themselves, lost in fear and confusion. Did it blow away? How far blown away? Or was it stolen? And who stole it?
“Enough!” Your commanding voice puts everyone’s talks to rest. “I will investigate this flag business, the rest of you go about your day, alright?”Many of the crew look amongst each other, shrugging in apathy or in comfort knowing the burden of the mystery sits upon you. They all break apart, each going to their respective offices. You run multiple scenarios in your head. This could be a simple matter of a strong wind, though such an assumption should not be immediately assumed. The real question is if it were stolen, who was the thief and where was it now? Did the Juden know you were here? Did they send their golem goons? Could it have been someone in your own crew, doing so as a cruel prank?Yesterday, you remember that Petra and Stefanie had both walked in the habitation suits. Perhaps they might have seen something that could help. You decide on how to deal with your search, or wonder if you should hold off on the unimportant matter for later.> Search for clues at the antenna> Interrogate one of the crew members> Talk with Doctor Braun> Learn about the fossil from Petra> Learn about Juden’s locations from Stefanie> Learn about the ‘film expedition’ from Sebastian
>>2213006> Search for clues at the antenna
>>2213006(Last update for the day till tomorrow 10am EST)
>>2213006> Search for clues at the antennaSomeones messing with us.
>>2213006>> Talk with Doctor Braun
>>2213006>Talk with Doctor Braun
>>2213006 Learn about Juden’s locations from Stefanie
You decide to speak with Doctor Braun before you go about this flag business. A signal is sent from the transmitter hailing the Ubermensch labs in Berlin. You hear the sharp and withering voice of an old coot."Hello? Who is this?""Doctor Braun?" You shake your head at the old coot. "You know its me, you had messaged me a a few days ago.""Is that Three?" he calls you by your project number. "What do you want? I thought everything was clear from my voicemail.""Sir, I wanted to inquire further about this project you had set me and Anna about. I wanted confirmation because it is difficult for me to believe it myself. Anna can truly birth a child?"Doctor Braun shushes you to your surprise. "Fool, why did you think I voiced message you? Yes, Anna can birth a child, but your High Command must not know anything about it."You're intrigued by the sudden secrecy. "Why not?""What, do you think we could not create a self reproducing Ubermensch until Anna? Of course we could, the technology is not difficult! But High Command has strict conditions over the manufacturing of Ubermensch. They must be sterile. If they were to catch me, I would be snuck away with the rest of the degenerates."The situation suddenly feels different to you. "Is that why you sent Anna here? So she wouldn't be discovered by High Command?""Sharp as always, Three. Anna had been built not only to birth a child, but adapt to Martian environments. Unfortunately, she is a woman so she cannot do things of her own accord. I need you to help guide her on her path, finding her a husband and reporting to me details of her pregnancy and child.""Won't Command know about this, Doctor Braun? Surely once she starts bulging, one of the other crew will start filling them in.""If you had bothered listening carefully to my voice message, Captain, you would learn I've prepared for this eventuality. I have informed Command that Anna is a participant in some experiments I have planned on Mars. Once she starts to show, it will not be difficult to convince your crew and Command that the side effects are from the experiments, and not from pregnancy.""Then what of the child?""You must find a way to hide it, or make sure you trust the crew enough to not report it to High Command."The sudden amount of responsibility onto you makes your feel uneasy. The consequences of these actions could prove dire not only to Doctor Braun, but you and Anna. You are caught in a dilemma on who to obey. Sure, Doctor Braun was your creator, who may advance your brother Ubermensch, but you have been raised to serve and be loyal to the Party. That would involve not hiding anything crucial from them."One more thing, Doctor Braun. Does it matter who Anna would choose as husband?"The aging doctor shook his head. "The child of an Ubermensch will become Ubermensch no matter who the spouse is.""Do you think then...I will be able to father?"
"Hah! The chances of that are quite slim, though possible I must admit. If you really choose to father the child, it would be 1 in 100."You thank Doctor Braun for his information and sign off, wondering what to do with this information.> Talk with Anna about choosing a Husband> Inform Command of Anna's Fertility> Search for clues at the antenna> Interrogate one of the crew members> Learn about the fossil from Petra> Learn about Juden’s locations from Stefanie> Learn about the ‘film expedition’ from Sebastian
>>2214980> Learn about the ‘film expedition’ from Sebastian
>>2214980>> Learn about the ‘film expedition’ from SebastianCan we finally get to the bottom of this
>>2214980> Learn about the fossil from PetraIf that description is accurate, we really, REALLY, at ALL POSSIBLE COSTS, kill and destroy any remnants of those things. I do NOT WANT an Ubermensch xenomorph.
>>2215026Hope file is big enough.
>>2215029https://www.imgrum.one/post/BTeOosylWUsFile too small, here's linkhttps://www.imgrum.one/post/BTeOosylWUs
>>2214980>> Search for clues at the antenna
>>2214980> Learn about the ‘film expedition’ from SebastianWith Anna it's best if we hide everything from the crew for as long as possible. It would easier to hide if we were the father. We could try to convince one of the men to do it but they could easily tip off command.
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>>2214980>> Learn about the ‘film expedition’ from Sebastian
>>2215239>>2215095>>2214992>>2214986Next you decide to visit Sebastian. Its about time you figure out what the SS cultist was talking about with 'finding the truths'.Sebastian set up a little film studio in the miscellaneous storage. There's a dark closet area where he develops his negatives, and a wider general studio where he takes photos of single subjects, such as a particular rock sample, or machine part, if Command had asked him to. When you enter, you see him wearing an Alpine hat and suspenders, tinkering with a camera while sitting on a wooden chair. He looks up as you come inside."Captain! How's the search for the flag coming along?""Haven't begun my search yet, Seb. Figured we'd have a little talk first."Sebastian makes an oh with his face, maintaining a coy expression. He stands up, turning his chair around and sits down again, straddling it like a jockey straddles a horse. "Interested in my film expedition now, are we?""We are far from unwanted ears, Sebastian. Please speak candidly."The man looks off to the side as if deciding whether to tell you or not. The toying annoys you, but you know its a facade put up for his own entertainment. It was just the way Sebastian talked to people. "Very well, Captain. Let me brief you in."He unlocks his camera, pulling out developed photographs from inside. "These are pictures of ruins from Earth that my order has found years ago." You notice that they are all pictures of a wall, each engraved with circles and lines. Sebastian hands them to you one by one, stating where they are from. Greece. India. Persia. Egypt. They all looked similar, but you aren't sure of its significance."So what? A bunch of old cultures learned geometry and art?""Look closer, Captain." He traces his hand over to one circle, following one of the lines to another. "Earth. Mars. Journey." He then flips to another image. This one, a much larger circle with different engravings inside of it.. "Its a map, Captain. Each of these etches are locations of a ruins site on the planet."You grow skeptical. "On Mars?"Sebastian shakes his head. "This one is on Earth. Its how we know that these ancient cultures were aware of the size of the world around them. Or, at least, the beings who met with them were aware.""Which beings?"Sebastian clears his throat. "The Hyperboreans. Thats what we call them, anyway. There were our forefathers, the predecessors of the Aryan race. They are not from Earth, hell, they may not even be from Mars, but uncovering the locations from the Mars site will help us learn more about them.""And so when you find these sites, then what? The SS officer told me that finding them would unlock 'our potential as Aryans'."
Sebastian snatches his photos back, stuffing them inside his camera. "We have many agents in the archaeology field. We have learned of legends being told inside the ruins. Legends that tell of men -- ordinary men -- able to transform into superhuman beings, even stronger than your kind, captain. Capable of manipulating the very laws of nature. But these men, they all shared the same traits.""Aryan features?" you guessed.Sebastian nodded. "The ancients had feared what they could not understand, and so they shunned the Aryans out of their clans, to die or join another. They destroyed some of the old walls in the temples, containing the secrets of accessing the power. But there are still sites on Mars we can explore! If even just one of these ruins is untampered, we can learn how to unlock our potential to ascend, to something truly beyond human. Beyond Aryan, even. Hyperborean.""Now, Captain, do you understand why we need your help? You have the most pure features of the crew. If you help us uncover the ruins, we can observe the effects of the knowledge on yourself, and we can use this knowledge for the Reich, to help us ascend. I have located the closest known ruin near some of the hills here. If you have time, let me know and we can go right away. I just ask for the sake of our secrecy, keep this between ourselves. Our order trains us to not trust even our closest brothers and sisters until the time is right."Satisfied with knowing what Sebastian is on about, you're content in knowing about at least two of the three mysteries on the Mars mission. You can probably start looking for the flag, help Doctor Braun's research, help Sebastian's order, learn more about the fossil, or learn about where the Juden may be.> Talk with Anna about choosing a Husband> Inform Command of Anna's Fertility> Search for clues at the antenna> Interrogate one of the crew members> Learn about the fossil from Petra> Learn about Juden’s locations from Stefanie> Visit Ruins with Sebastian(update 5 hrs)
>>2215964> Visit Ruins with Sebastian
>>2215964> Search for clues at the antenna
>>2215964> Search for clues at the antennaBetter do it now or we might as well say goodbye to all the clues
>>2215964>> Talk with Anna about choosing a Husband
>>2216370>>2216126>>2216078>>2215986The sooner you find this flag, the better. The last thing you need is a nervous crew. And you would hate to explain how you lost German property to High Command.You rush outside suited up. You sprint to the peak, rifle slung at your back and hammer in one hand. You’ve been practicing your agility on Mars. With the right distance and force, you can make a leap from the Base level to the gangplank rock. After closing the distance, you spring up. The suit is forgiving on the extension, stretching as you extend your legs and torso into the angle of approach. You manage to just arrive at the outcropping, able to avoid colliding with the tower. Now it’s time for the investigation.The first thing you notice is that the flag was clearly torn from its post. Little bits of the red and black cloth stick to the antenna, but the shapes of these bits implies it was not a clean tear. The culprit must’ve ripped it violently, unable to get it off in one tear. The radio tower otherwise appears untampered. You would have to speak with Stefanie about whether there were changes in the Comms systems, but if you would have to guess, sabotaging the tower was not the crime involved. Whoever did this wanted to send a message.You observe the landscape from the peak. The mountains are too far out for any sentient creature to travel here and back. You see some small hills off to west of you and the canyons you found the fossil in to the south. But the closest location would be your own colony, nearly within spitting distance. Though you didn’t like suspecting your own crew, you had to consider all the possibilities.You turn around, trying to catch odd details here and there the criminal might’ve left behind. In the detective films Gestapo heroes would find a leftover watch or piece of clothing belonging to the Juden hider, and use it to frame the villains in the end. You had no such luck today. You kneel down, trying to see if you can identify tracks of the criminal. Success! A pair of habitation bootprints are faint, but clearly are there going to and from the antenna. One of the suit users must have come up to the tower yesterday.
With all the evidence gathered, you wonder what your approach would be. Your first thought was about who might’ve been the owner of those footprints. Even if they weren’t the culprit, you think, it might help to narrow down a time frame or uncover new evidence of the criminal. You also think about using a trap. If the criminal’s intent was to make the crew uneasy, perhaps you could set up a camera and put up a new flag. Then when the culprit takes the bait, you would at least confirm the identity of the thief. You may want to pay Erika a visit to talk about those cameras. Finally, you also could pay one of these locations a visit. The canyons were certainly the closest, but if there was life there it would be dangerous to explore alone. The hills on the other hand were a bit too far to walk, unless you ran with another Ubermensch like Anna, or waited until the Lunar Buggies were ready tomorrow.> Interrogate one of the suit wearers (Petra, Stefanie)> Talk with Erika about setting up the camera traps> Investigate canyons with crew (can pick up to 2 members)> Investigate hills with Anna> Other (Returning to base and doing any of the previous actions)(I'm gonna try setting a schedule Tuesdays and Thursdays from 6pm-10pm, one this weekend will come I will probably get a good idea of how the weekend schedule will be like.)
>>2216584>Interrogate one of the suit wearers (Petra, Stefanie)
>>2216584> Interrogate one of the suit wearers (Petra, Stefanie)Both of them
>>2216584> Talk with Erika about setting up the camera trapsSebastian can watch the cameras.
>>2216584> Talk with Erika about setting up the camera trapsSebastian can watch the camerasI mean she was going to be putting them up around the place anyways
>>2216892good idea supporting
>>2216640>>2216653>>2217130>>2217886“Don’t you have anything better to do?”Your Science Officer leans over her table, looking through a glass at the detail of the fossil you had recovered. She changed into her white SS Science uniform, a long white lab coat that ends just past the knees and hugging her sides. She put her hair together and tied it back, letting the pale blonde tail flow down to her back. Given her tone, you can tell she can’t be bothered now.“This is very important business, Petra.”“Mapping out our Zone is important business. Finding the Juden is also important business. This is just fretting over a lost flag. Probably got blown away somewhere in the wind”“It was stolen Petra, I saw the tear marks with my own eyes. Somebody ripped it from the post. Please, just tell me where you were yesterday.”Petra looks up, annoyed as usual. “Sampling.”“Sampling what?”“Rocks from the canyon. Needed to get a good reference for the age of our friend here. If you really doubt me, you can probably walk outside and find those bootprints you’re so fond of.”You walk over to the fossil, nearly white under the scorching light. “Any progress on the age?”Petra shakes her head. “Ancient, but I don’t know how ancient. I hailed the University in Berlin for guidance. Max came over yesterday too. I was chasing a theory that it was an ancestor of our golem friend.”“Was it?”“No. Golem didn’t have a tail. Its arms are longer, relatively speaking anyways. The skull of this creature is similar to dinosaur skulls, in structure at least. The eyes are near the front, indicating its more predatory.”“So it’s a walking lizard?”Petra shrugs, giving a large sigh. “That's the ongoing theory. For now, however, I don’t know what it is and I won’t for a couple of days. Probably gonna need some more samples from the canyon to cross reference.”You can tell you have overstayed your welcome, so ask Petra one last question. "Did you see anything odd in the canyon?"
> Your Opinion Score is high enough with Petra for her to remember something!She's about to give a snarky remark, when a sudden thought had crossed her mind. "Captain, were you in the canyon yesterday?"An odd question, you thought. "No, Petra, only two suits went out yesterday. I was here all day managing the base.""Odd," Petra thought, "I had thought I seen a suit in the canyon while I was digging. I tried to hail it, thinking it was your suit, but the communications were cut off."You straighten up, walking fast towards her desk. "You thought to bring this up only now?"She shrugs. "You had kept insisting there were only two suits out. I thought whatever business you had in the canyon, you wanted to keep secret." She pauses, laughing at your confusion. "Everyone has their secrets, Captain. Why should I be one to pry?""Tell me everything you can about this suit."She shrugs apathetically "You want me to describe a space suit? Take a look at our closet.""Was it one of our own?""It looked like ours, I didn't pay much attention to the detail though. I saw it for a brief moment stumble around and then disappear around the corner. I tried hailing it, like I said, but there was no response, so I just left it be.""What was the time?"She shrugged. "1500 hours.""It couldn't be one of ours, I was at the camp with everybody, I saw everyone at their posts then. Except for...you don't think it was Stefanie?"Petra smiled. "An odd thought, Captain, I wonder if the shy girl has more to her than meets the eye. In any case, she claimed to be working on fixing the radio tower yesterday, around the same time I started my journey.""You think she would have had enough time to run from the tower to the canyon with the flag?""Only one way to find out."> Explore the canyon where Petra saw the suit (choose 2 others)> Interrogate Stefanie> Place Camera Traps with Erika(Update in 30 min)
>>2221298> Interrogate Stefanie
>>2221304“Stefanie.” The engineer looks up, holding a wrench in her mouth as she wrestles a tire from the Lunar Buggy. She gives a questioning hmm and raises her eyebrows.“Were you at the radio tower yesterday?”She drops the wrench in her hand, standing up to wipe some grease off of her forehead. The heat from the workshop had forced her to change from the stuffy space uniform to a tank top and messy cargo pants. “I was up there to make some repairs. When you had installed it yesterday, the angle wasn’t right. Transmissions should be better now.”You nod. “I would guess, you wouldn’t know what happened to the flag then, would you?”She looks away, shaking her head. You approach her slowly, curious at her hidden body language. She continues looking away. “What’s wrong, Stefanie? Something I should know? I won’t get mad, just tell me.”“Uhm…well, the thing is Captain…I can’t remember if the flag was up yesterday or not.” She brings her face forward, still looking down at her feet. “I tried thinking about it today, but I can’t remember, maybe the flag was flying when I was repairing, maybe it wasn’t. I should've reported it.” She brings her hands to her face. Hiding embarrassment, or guilt?"Were you at the canyon yesterday?"She shakes her head from under her hands. You can't tell from her expressions whether she's being sincere or not. "I was at the tower at 1500 and went back to base at 1800. Why would I be at the canyon?""Petra thought she saw a suit there, the only ones out at the time would've been you and her. Are you absolutely sure you weren't at the canyon yesterday?"She shakes her head one final time, hidden under her hands. You can't tell if she's stressed by the embarrassment, guilt, or suspicion. You look at the time. Its getting late. You decide to pursue one final course of action before you set the missing flag matter to rest for the day.> Explore the canyon where Petra saw the suit (choose 2 others)> Comfort Stefanie> Rummage through Stefanie's workshop and room when she's away> Place Camera Traps with Erika(Update 1 hr)
>>2221442> Place Camera Traps with Erika
>>2221506>>2221488>>2221463>>2221462You knock at a wall of Erika's gym, set up lazily inside the equipment room. She lifted pieces of rebar from a makeshift bench. You get a frightening view of her well defined calves and thighs as she sits up, meeting your eyes. "Hey Captain.""Erika, you still got those cameras of yours? The ones you wanted to set up?"She nods. "They're with Sebastian, but he's letting me set them up tomorrow once I'm done with the fortifications. Why?""Wanted to set up a trap for the flag stealer. Once they come back to steal our spare flag I'll put up, the camera will take a picture of the culprit.""Someone stole the flag?""Ripped it right from the post. Whoever took it wanted to piss us off. I just don't know who did it, thats why I came to you."A set of footsteps is loudly audible from the entrance. "Should've come to me, Captain." You face the short but handsome Sebastian, giving you his coy smile and waving a camera around. "Sorry, I couldn't help but overhearing. Thin walls, you know. Anyways, I know Erika talked about setting up the cameras around the base, but they're still my cameras. You want to use them for your trap, you gotta do a favor for me.""A favor? We're not in a bazaar, Seb, I'm your superior officer.""No, technically, I'm from the Propaganda Ministry and you're from the SS. Neither of us has any jurisdiction over the other. And these cameras are property of Propaganda, not SS-Space." He turns around. "But, if you recall, there is a small favor I have in mind that you can help me out with. In fact, if you can help me right now, I can give these to Erika and she can set them up while we're gone.""Gone where? What's this about--""Something between me and the Captain, dear Erika. We have some business to attend to. What do you say, Captain?"> (Agree) Visit Ruins with Sebastian in exchange for Camera Traps> (Refuse) Go explore Canyon with two others> (Refuse) Rummage through Stefanie's workshop and room when she's away(Update in max 1 hr)
>>2221577> (Agree) Visit Ruins with Sebastian in exchange for Camera Traps
>>2221577>> (Agree) Visit Ruins with Sebastian in exchange for Camera Traps
>>2221606>>2221661"Alright Sebastian, I'll play your game."Sebastian smiles and tosses the cameras over to Erika. She nods and rushes out to set the traps up. You follow Sebastian, putting on your suit and walking through the semipermeable layer in the direction of the hills.You and Sebastian both have Lunar Rifles slung over your backs, and a Lunar Hammer in one hand. A flashlight on top of your helmet lights the way. There's little talk between the two of you as you walk towards the hills. Sebastian goes into the small valley, brushing aside dust from a flat side of one hill. “Doesn’t seem very well hidden, does it?” The cleaning reveals a gap of a doorway. He strikes it hard with the Lunar Hammer, sending an echo sound throughout the area. You strike next, severely denting the door before another strike opens a large entryway inside. “After you, Seb.”You follow the cameraman inside the chamber. A passageway leads down a set of stairs. The tightness of the corridor makes you feel trapped, and the length of the stairways makes the feeling last. Eventually, the passage opens up into a large cavern. Its very dark, but you can tell from the floor and walls that this isn’t a natural space.“Remarkable. A Hyperborean Chamber.” Seb runs his fingers across a wall. “Look, hieroglyphs. The library is intact! Need to send this back Berlin…”You wander around, exploring the inside of the chamber. The floor is engraved in patterns of dead tongues, seeming to curve in parallel with the room’s curvature. You follow inside until you meet the center. A tall structure of black glass appears.“I found something here, Seb!” You radio over to the small cameraman. The sound of the camera flashes continues around in the chamber. Seb answers back, acknowledging but continuing with his task. You tap at the glass, curious about the inside. The structure echoes, and you notice its broken at the top. Stains of juices paint the ground. You notice the ground isn’t the same red rock of Mars – its deep rust. The center looks all too familiar to you. A birthing tank. But birthing what?“Ah rats! There’s no power in this place!” Sebastian turns around to you. “Captain, we need to get this place powered up! I found a terminal here but I can’t get access to it. This place must’ve been abandoned long ago.”“Why do they have a terminal if they wrote everything in the walls?”“The hieroglyphs detail their old legends and histories. Whatever is written here is the same as the old ruin sites on Earth.” He points to the big terminal on the wall. “What’s inside this big machine will talk about the present. Or at least, the present of this facility when it was last operational.”You flash your lights at the birthing tank. “Sebastian, do you know what this is?”
He squints. “First time I’ve seen that, so I can’t help you there Captain. This is all very new in fact. I can’t even read these hieroglyphs. I’m just the cameraman, you know. I take the pictures and send them back to the Grandmaster.”You flash your lights back to Seb, who shields his eyes briefly. “This is a birthing tank, Sebastian. I came from a tank like this. They must have manufactured us – or something – from this tank. But there’s just one tank. Why build just one?”You hear some skitters in the chamber. Both you and Sebastian wave the lights around. Nothing seems to be there. “I think I’m ready to leave, Captain. Just promise me we’ll be back with the power?”The lights scour the insides, not finding anything inside the chamber. You take it as queue to leave the old ruin site, hoping to come back later and find out what’s inside the terminal. Sebastian trades theories with you about the purpose of the facility, though you can tell he isn’t as unnerved as you are to find a birthing tank inside. Or the fact that its broken and empty...............At the meeting the next day, you hear everyone’s updates on their projects. Stefanie’s fixed up her buggies, Petra’s been growing her plants, and Erika’s finished her walls. You almost doze off before Erika asks if the meeting in adjourned.“Wait!” you alarm everyone by your sudden burst. “Before we leave, I thought we might want to view some pictures.”You pause, letting everyone turn their full attention to you. “I’ve set up some cameras, with the help of Erika an Sebastian, near the antenna with the hope of capturing who had taken our flag. Now that everyone has arrived here, I thought we might all want to know who our thief is.” You eye over to Stefanie, who’s eyes are glued to the display.The camera trap is recovered, the film removed and inserted inside the terminal’s slot. The image is shot up onscreen, to everybody’s surprise. A suit. But not from the Freyr. The helmet looked different, and there was no armband of the mission’s badge, or the Party’s flag. It was definitely a humanoid with a suit, but not of Nazi origin. “What the hell?”“This is it! This is what I saw in the canyon!” Petra exclaimed. “It must be a Juden inside the suit!”“A Juden suit…they know we’re here? This is troubling news. We should deal with this immediately.” You run outside. The others follow you out, watching you leave inside the storage and emerge with a stock of Lunar Rifles. “I’m taking care of this today. Who’s going to come with me?”(Can choose up to three others, now that the Buggies are fixed. Rest stays back at camp.)> Erika> Petra> Max> Anna> Sebastian > Stefanie(I'll be back posting tomorrow 5pm EST)
>>2221861> Sebastian >Other combat person>Our person who can speak jewish
>>2221861> Petra > Anna> Sebastian
>>2221861> Erika> Petra> Anna
>>2221861> other combat person> other ubermench person> hebrew speaking person
>>2221861> Anna> Petra> Sebastian
>>2222423>>2222283>>2222234>>2222217Erika steps forward and grabs a rifle. “I’ll come with you, Captain. You need someone to watch your back.”Petra comes forth as well, not taking anything. “If they speak Judensprache, you’ll need my help.”Finally, Anna comes forward. “Can I come with you?” You nod, and she rushes over to fit on a suit and grad a hammer.“I’m leaving Stefanie in charge of the base while we’re gone. Alert Command of our whereabouts, understand?” The engineer nods. “Good. We’ll be back with our flags in no time.”With the Lunar Buggy, you manage to quickly travel with your party to the canyon. Petra leads you and the rest of the team to the location she spotted the rogue suit two days before. It doesn’t take long before you discover a hidden tunnel entrance where the suit could’ve disappeared into. The passageway is deep and dark, forcing everyone in the crew to turn on their flashlights. You arm yourself with the Lunar Rifle, prepared for combat.“I don’t like this.” Erika moves behind the group. “Me and the Captain will be guarding the front and back. We’ll move in tight so we don’t get separated.”The group of four moves in a line, squeezing through the tight hall. The walls are rugged but unnatural, evident that someone must have cut through them to reach up to the canyon. You wonder how long the Juden have used this passage to this canyon, and for what purpose. Did they know you were going to land here? Do they have some other hidden base here? Maybe they knew about the Hyperborean Chamber?Finally, the walls separate, first to what seems like a wider hallway and ultimately opens into a tall and wide cavern. Just before you turn around, you get knocked down by the weight of two figures. “Ahh! Unhand me, you brutes!” You hear Petra’s protesting and added grunts from Anna. From the corner of your eye, you see two more golems drag the women away. Erika aims her Lunar Rifle at the two.“Stop! Let her go, or I’ll shoot!” She squeezes the trigger, firing at one golem’s shoulder and singing it. Suddenly a green burst zaps her side, and she falls to the floor. She dives for the rifle, turning to shoot back when a foot comes to kick away the rifle and step on her injured torso. The figure turns, and you see it’s a suit. The same one from the photos. It stands, laughing, then surprisingly begins speaking in German.“I knew I could count on you Nazis to recover your precious flag. Your whole regime is nothing but fables and symbols. Swastikas, runes, uniforms, salutes, songs. You have all the flavor with none of the substance.” The figure barks a couple commands, and another golem comes out, pinning down Erika with his feet. You count five golems, two of whom are on you and the rest on everybody else. Your captors quickly put on a pair of cuffs on your wrists as the rogue suit walks up to you.
“So, you have a name friend?”You don’t answer. The figure knocks on your helmet. “Hello? Is anybody there? Come on, give me a name friend. Who are you?”You look him dead in the eye, turning on your speaker and tell him.> “I am a German” [Nationalist]> “I am a Christian” [Moralist]> “I am an Aryan” [Racial Supremacist]> “I am a Captain” [NINO](Update ~1hr)
>>2223605> “I am an Aryan” [Racial Supremacist]
>>2223605> “I am an Aryan” [Racial Supremacist]>Take our best, Get gankedya we fucked
The figure chuckles. “Well, Captain, you may call me Elijah. We’ve been monitoring you for quite some time. Since you’ve blown up our ship in orbit. We always knew you possessed space travel but we didn’t know you would be as foolish as to travel to Mars. The Elders were frightened that Nazi tech had caught up to our own. But my scouting reports tell me otherwise. Your science program really was helpless once you purged all the Jews out of the Universities. Isn’t that right, Fraulein?”He whips out a knife and slices at Petra. She flinches. You shout in anger. Petra’s suit hisses loudly. He’s cut an O2 pipe, leaving her doomed to suffocate.“Damn you, Zionist pig!” Petra shouts chokingly.He chuckles. “You see, my parents were in your internment camps. They were surrounded by the filth, the disease, the pain and misery. But did they meet their demise there, in the conditions of the camp? No, you Nazis even took that death away from them. It had to be systematic. Industrial mass murder. How German.” He strikes a foot into Petra’s stomach. She coughs loudly. “Hear that Captain? Doesn’t seem like she has much more to breathe. My parents met the same fate. And I won’t rest until every Nazi I meet that fate too.”He walks towards the center now, dropping one of the two flags he stole in front of his, waving from the fall. He stabs his knife through it, ripping chunks of cloth from the symbol. The golems all around chuckle stupidly.You think fast. No doubt he was going to do his same torture to every other member of your crew. You stretch the cuffs, testing its capabilities. You can easily snap them off, but it was a matter of choosing the right moment. If you could taunt Elijah to come closer, or even just grab his attention, you could be fast enough to snap the cuffs off and grapple him, or knock him out, or something.> “Give it up Elijah. We’ll all proudly die for our country. Cut off one of us and five more will come for you.” [Nationalist]> “Do all you Juden like picking on women and the injured?” [Moralist]> “We’ve genocided your filth from Earth, we’ll do it again on this planet too!” [Racial Supremacist]> “Stop the bloodshed! Let my crew go, take me if you must!” [NINO](Update 1hr-90 min)
>>2223777>“We’ve genocided your filth from Earth, we’ll do it again on this planet too!” [Racial Supremacist]Fucking Jews just won't die
>>2223777> “We’ve genocided your filth from Earth, we’ll do it again on this planet too! Its not surprising that you would target the ones who can't put up a real fight first. Always the cowards” [Racial Supremacist]
>>2223777> “We’ve genocided your filth from Earth, we’ll do it again on this planet too!” [Racial Supremacist]
>"Do all you Juden like picking on women and the injured?" [Moralist]This has the highest chance to draw him straight to big, strong, aryan us, I feel
>>2223838>>2223821>>2223813“We’ve genocided your filth from Earth, we’ll do it again on this planet too! Its not surprising that you would target the ones who can't put up a real fight first. Always the cowards.”Elijah spins around, clearly annoyed by your outburst. "Even in chains, the lion roars? Very well, if you have such a huge death wish, I will at least do you the mercy of fulfilling it."Just as his mask appears in front of you, you grunt loudly, snapping the chains and crushing the helmet from both sides. The glass of the helmet cracks, but the sides absorb the impact. Elijah screams, clutching his ears and stumbling back. You pick up the rifle, turning to shoot down the golems who quickly close in. Erika takes advantage of her golem guard's surprise and grabs her rifle, preparing to shoot. In a short manner of minutes, the golems are torn through with flashes of blue, their torsos, heads, and limbs severed and bleeding profusely. You look for Elijah, but see his foot just beginning to leave the hallway into the exit passageway."Captain!"You rush over to the wounded Erika, helping her up. Anna snaps her chains and brings up Petra, quickly losing oxygen. "We need to get back to base. I'm bleeding out and Petra will die if we don't help her.""No." Petra coughs. "We'll go. Get that son of a bitch, Captain. I'll be fine. Anna can take us both.""No, Petra! The passage is too narrow for Anna to take the two of us back quickly! We need the Captain to help take you back in time for treatment...""...doesn't matter. My loss is nothing compared to the loss of that Zionist bastard..."> "Erika is right. No man or woman will be left behind, Petra. We need to get you and Erika back to base."> "Petra is right. I need to hunt this guy down, you guys go on without me and I'll meet up with you later."(Update 1hr-90 min)
>>2224054> "Erika is right. No man or woman will be left behind, Petra. We need to get you and Erika back to base."
(OP here, gonna update and continue tomorrow sporadically, something came up)
>>2224054> "Petra is right. I need to hunt this guy down, you guys go on without me and I'll meet up with you later."They can share oxygen. Use the flag cloth to stuff the bleeding, or slowly the air loss.
>>2224054>> "Erika is right. No man or woman will be left behind, Petra. We need to get you and Erika back to base."all german blood is precious once the second wave arrives we can finish the job
>>2224489I think Petra needs more than just oxygen at this point
>>2224811>>2224076>>2224062While you could always come return with backup to hunt down Elijah, there were no second chances when it came to saving a life. “Erika is right. No man or woman will be left behind, Petra. We need to get you and Erika back to base.”Petra weakly protests. But you ignore it, slinging her limp body over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Anna carries Erika in her arms, following you at a brisk pace as you ascend the stairs. Erika begins breathing in deeper, a daunting reminder that she is using up her oxygen supply rather quickly as well. You occasionally feel the warm sides of Petra’s body to make sure she’s still breathing. In the buggy, you drive test the vehicle to its limits. The terrain is thankfully flat and not inviting any unwelcome bumps or bruises to your wounded crew. Anna occasionally looks back on the two women, speaking kind and soft words but unsure what else she could do.You drive through the membrane, radioing in Max to get the trauma beds ready. You rush over to Petra, unlatching the helmet to give her fast access to oxygen. Her face still looks rather sick.You carry her to one of the trauma beds, where a rare frowning Sebastian awaits. “What’s wrong with her?” Max rushes up, taking her from your arms. “She must’ve inhaled some poisonous gases. I will need to purge the toxins from her system to make sure her respiratory system is back in tract.”Anna dumps the bleeding out Erika onto the second bed. Stefanie looks away in horror, her face red and flushed with tears. Anna pushes her down to Max’s tent, leaving the traumatized Stefanie behind.“W-what happened, Captain?”You shake your head. “It was a trap. A Juden by the name of Elijah lured us to the canyon and almost killed us all.”Stefanie shudders. You approach the nervous girl, hugging her from the sides to calm her down. “Are we going to be okay? What’s gonna happen now?”“I don’t know Stefanie. But I’ll tell you one thing.” You hold up the bundled red and black cloth that Elijah dropped behind. “Nobody’s coming for our flag again.”
Mission Log, Day 35 on Mars. It’s been nearly a month since our close brush with death. Petra has managed to return to her duties, fully cleared by Doctor Max. I’ve noticed a change in her since the incident, as if she’s grown more cold and distant, if that were possible with Petra. She’s often absent from our general meetings, letting Stefanie fill in for her instead. When I visit her labs I find her out in the field more often. I’ve let it be for now, attributing it to her psyche adapting to the traumatic experience. Erika, on the other hand, is completely healthy mentally but damaged physically. Max had done the best he could with what resources we have, but the woman won’t be able to use her hip to the fullest potential for many months. She often asks me or Anna to fill in for her more laborious tasks, even asking me if she could train Anna to fill in her position completely. Doctor Braun has messaged me voicing his concern, stating that Anna is too valuable to incur any risks similar to what Erika has experienced, and continuing to insist that I find her a husband. As of yet, I’ve avoided that matter entirely. As for the Juden, all has been quiet so far. Our flag has not been tampered with since, and we have installed improved fortifications around the base, including Erika’s camera traps and minefields in strategic locations. But despite all the preparation, I am not so foolish to believe that we are prepared for an offensive strategy against the Juden. Even if our crew was fully intact, our numbers are too small and equipment too limited. Our only fighting chance is to hold out for the year, and wait until the second cohort arrives. Granted, we don’t meet with a retaliatory golem and Juden invasion by that time...
“Good morning team. What do we got?”Erika gives you her friendly scowl, and starts. “No disturbances for today. Anna has checked the walls for me and ensured me that there’s no need for repair in any site. One of the cameras was sparky, but it was a misalignment of the film.” Sebastian pipes in to complain, but Erika ignores him. “Other than that, I’m proud to state that Anna has graduated from my close quarters training, and I want to train her in rifles.”You raise an eyebrow. “You think wasting ammunition to train Anna would be wise?”Erika clashes with your skepticism. “Absolutely, Captain. Realistically, we have no idea when the damned Juden will come back. I’d rather have Anna familiar with the rifles and lose a couple rounds now than her be completely green later.”Erika strikes some logic to you, but you aren’t sure if you’re completely convinced. Next you look to Stefanie, carrying two reports in her hands. Hers and Petra’s.“Petra has fully identified the fossil thanks to the assistance of her professors in Berlin. From what I’ve skimmed in the report, it’s a humanoid reptilian creature, lived approximately 35,000 years ago.”Max guffaws. “That’s younger than most dinosaur’s bones.”Stefanie nods. “They hypothesized that the planet must’ve had a different atmospheric composition back then, different enough to support the life of such an advanced creature, but one of the volcanoes in Mars must’ve given an extremely violent eruption, enough to permanently change the Martian atmosphere and suffocate the planet’s...”Erika interrupts. “Sorry Stefanie, I’m sure this is all very fascinating, but I’m sure if the Captain wants to read more he’ll do it at his own leisure.”Stefanie nods. “Sorry. Anyways, Petra says that the first fruits have formed from the arboretum, so as of now we are officially self sustaining. I think now she’s working on her sample analysis and collection, but wants permission to explore Zone B for samples.”“Zone B? She will need an escort then. I don’t want any civilians to be that far from the base by themselves.”“She disagrees Captain. She insists she can pilot the craft on her own.”“I’ll have to have a talk with her then. Anything going from Engineering?”Stefanie shrugs. “Sebastian has submitted a request for some large batteries to be used. Something about a side project he has with you in the field?”You look over to Sebastian, who winks at you. You recall his idea of powering the computer in the ruins. “I’ll speak with you about that later Stefanie. Anything else?”“I think High Command wanted to speak with you too Captain.”“I’ll take it here. Dismissed, everybody.”Your crew stands and salutes, then departs to their offices. You’re about to turn on the transmitter when you hear a quick knock from the walls. “Captain?”
“Hey Max. Is there something you need?”“Captain, when you have time, I need to speak with you in private. Its about the oxygen incident on the Freyr. I have reason to believe...it was no accident.”Before you can answer, Max shuffles out of the room and Command comes on the terminal.“Hello Captain. This is Command. How are things in the base?”You salute. “Command, Captain here. We’ve normalized our work schedule since the Juden incident. We’ve scouted out most of Zone A, though the cartography will take another month or so of scrutinous expedition to etch in all the little details and distances. So far, we’ve identified three major landmarks: The canyons, the hills, and Noah’s Peak.” You’ve named the latter outcropping where the radio tower sits in honor of your deceased pilot.“Good Captain. I trust you will be exploring Zone B then?” You nod. “There are a couple of things that we must speak with you about in that case. We wish to test a terraforming device in Zone B. We’ve sent schematics to your engineer for construction, but you lack a certain material. Our intelligence informs us that you can find the material underneath the canyons.”You shake your head in disbelief. “Are you insane? Our team almost got killed in those tunnels!”“Yes, and you let a Juden get away much to our disappointment Captain. Fortunately, we’ve been in contact with your engineer, who has helped construct some stealth related equipment you can use to enter the tunnels.”“Stealth?”They nod. “Night vision helmet. Light absorbent paint. Silent boots.”“How do we have the materials to build these suits?”“The materials were in stock, Captain. We’ve supplied the materials in the cargo to optimize space, so your engineer could install them on the suits.”You close your jaw. Leave it up to High Command to think of everything. “Understood sir. I’ll recover the materials to help construct the terraform device.”“Good luck Captain. Sieg Heil.”You salute, and close transmissions. You found a message from Dr. Braun on the terminal to request you speak with him immediately. Probably trying to convince you to have Anna mother, you reckon.> Talk with Dr. Braun about Anna> Talk to Stefanie about powering up the ruins with Sebastian> Talk with Petra about exploring Zone B> Explore Canyon (alone)> Explore Zone B (alone)> Talk with Dr. Max about his discovery(Update 4 hrs max)
>>2226918> Talk with Dr. Max about his discovery
>>2226918> Talk with Dr. Braun about Anna
>>2226918> Talk with Dr. Braun about AnnaWell hes waiting on the line is he not?
>>2226918>> Talk with Dr. Braun about Anna
Going to update with a new thread likely tomorrow. Preparing to write up the next few dialogues today.
Gotta say, there's an odd amount of women in high positions in this quest. Correct me if I'm wrong, but weren't the vast majority of high ranking and important positions held by males in Nazi Germany?
>>2231316Yup,Hitler wanted the women to make lotsa babies for the Reich,but since it's a colonization kinda quest,there's no problem I think
>>2230530This is an... interesting quest. Space Jews and genetically modified test tube Nazis was the last thing I expected to read about today.
Archived and continuing in new thread>>2233346>>2231743Thanks anon, I'll take that as a compliment