We all need baptism by fire every now and again.
And lord help us if Peti gets too mad
And lord help us if Peti gets too mad
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Let me repeat it again: No Peti here. A shame, I know, but life is life.
I wonder... nobody asks about the missing pilot not found in the wreckage of the plane?
Shall I wait till gaiasabre11 asks it?
I wonder... nobody asks about the missing pilot not found in the wreckage of the plane?
Shall I wait till gaiasabre11 asks it?
Wow how could I missed this AAR?
Excelent combination!
Can't wait for updates.
Ave caesar!
Excelent combination!
Can't wait for updates.
Ave caesar!
Benito?
You bitch...
Wow how could I missed this AAR?
Excelent combination!
Can't wait for updates.
Ave caesar!
Many AARs going on, maybe
Glad to have such a wonderful writAAR onboard, mate!
The glory of Petius Chuckius Norrisus fills the entire AARland.
For he is the only dog existing on aarland.
Peti is in your every post.
Sometimes he just sleeps, is under the effects of drugs or alcohol. Or stuff like that.
For he is the only dog existing on aarland.
Peti is in your every post.
Sometimes he just sleeps, is under the effects of drugs or alcohol. Or stuff like that.
Chapter XX
Think tank work
Think tank work
The Baths of Diocletian (Thermae Diocletiani) in Rome were the grandest of the public baths, or thermae built by successive emperors. They had been updated and were still one of the favourite places of the well-being Romans. That night, however, the Praetorian Guard under Sallinator had kept the Baths closed to everyone but a few who gathered there.
And there, with the gaze of his chief, Marcus Emilius Escaurus, over him, Titus began his report.
-It is clear that the area is surrounded purposely with a shroud of secrecy. We have our best men working on the problem. We all know the fame that the notorious Unión des Gueules Cassées...
-Nothing but a circus made for the Gaul newspapers, if you ask me -Escaurus said with a grunt. His hatred towards the French was only matched by his stupidity, as Titus well knew.
-... at the beginning, we thought that it was just another change of destination and his activity the one which suited such a celebrated unit. The Gauls love their pilots.
- As we love our own, sir -Sallinator replied with a bad tempered gaze at Titus-. They are the heroes fo the war, fearless and reckless. The new daredevils, who, as Julius Caesar did on his day, ruled the world with his sword, his victories and the nobility of his spirit.
- True, absolutely true -replied some voices. Titus was wondering which of his public adresses had Sallinator just quoted, but he couldn't remember.
-But our heroes are, all in all, modest and tempered men -said Quintus Fetidus Maximus, one of the rising starts of the Intelligence Service-. We don't need the army of writers and photographers to talk about their fame. Their victories do that for them.
- Of course -said a faceless legatus legionis sunk on the fog of the baths- In the war there is no tricks nor magic spells. There is no substitute for a good horse and a better soldier!
"And a wonderful sword, you failed to add that", Titus thought dryly. That legatus was one of those officers who still despised the tank and the machine gun. Thanked be the Goddess, he was at home, not in the front. At least right now.
-A lot about this topic is to be said, indeed -Titus replied, trying to return to the point of his exposition-. However, we are worried about what that circus is doing. Since they arrived to Malinbois, they have been awfully calm. They don't go chasing our planes as frequently as they used to do, but they keep claiming victories with the same monotonous chant. There is a lack of heroic details to the press, those details that are helpful too keep the spirits at home. Furthermore, to the castle... well... some "unconventional" people have been spotted lately.
-Unconventional? -Sallinator asked with a threat dancing on his raised eyebrown.
-The commander of the garrison of the castle is Gilles de Montmorency-Laval, Baron of Rais, Count of Brienne, also known as Gilles de Rais and he is, indeed, related to that one-time companion-in-arms of Joan of Arc who became one of the most prolific serial killer of the Middle Ages...
Sallinator smilled with cold interest.
-General de Rais has been visiting the front with his men. In addittion to the names we expected to read, as René Fonck and Georges Guynemer, there are other names a bit, well... odd. We have read many times about a General, an Auguste Mercier. We known of a General Auguste Mercier, but he was the commander in chief of the Legion Etrangère, in Africa. Well...
-Well? -Salliantor asked again.
-It seems that some men of science were with Generals de Rais and Mercier. However... those men weren't what we call... well...
-Give me an example of those "unconventional" names of yours... -Sallinator who was openly disgusted by the turn of the report.
-Doctor Moreau, for instance -replied Titus with a worried face.
A portrait of Doctor Moreau, according to the Roman Service of Intelligence
And there, with the gaze of his chief, Marcus Emilius Escaurus, over him, Titus began his report.
-It is clear that the area is surrounded purposely with a shroud of secrecy. We have our best men working on the problem. We all know the fame that the notorious Unión des Gueules Cassées...
-Nothing but a circus made for the Gaul newspapers, if you ask me -Escaurus said with a grunt. His hatred towards the French was only matched by his stupidity, as Titus well knew.
-... at the beginning, we thought that it was just another change of destination and his activity the one which suited such a celebrated unit. The Gauls love their pilots.
- As we love our own, sir -Sallinator replied with a bad tempered gaze at Titus-. They are the heroes fo the war, fearless and reckless. The new daredevils, who, as Julius Caesar did on his day, ruled the world with his sword, his victories and the nobility of his spirit.
- True, absolutely true -replied some voices. Titus was wondering which of his public adresses had Sallinator just quoted, but he couldn't remember.
-But our heroes are, all in all, modest and tempered men -said Quintus Fetidus Maximus, one of the rising starts of the Intelligence Service-. We don't need the army of writers and photographers to talk about their fame. Their victories do that for them.
- Of course -said a faceless legatus legionis sunk on the fog of the baths- In the war there is no tricks nor magic spells. There is no substitute for a good horse and a better soldier!
"And a wonderful sword, you failed to add that", Titus thought dryly. That legatus was one of those officers who still despised the tank and the machine gun. Thanked be the Goddess, he was at home, not in the front. At least right now.
-A lot about this topic is to be said, indeed -Titus replied, trying to return to the point of his exposition-. However, we are worried about what that circus is doing. Since they arrived to Malinbois, they have been awfully calm. They don't go chasing our planes as frequently as they used to do, but they keep claiming victories with the same monotonous chant. There is a lack of heroic details to the press, those details that are helpful too keep the spirits at home. Furthermore, to the castle... well... some "unconventional" people have been spotted lately.
-Unconventional? -Sallinator asked with a threat dancing on his raised eyebrown.
-The commander of the garrison of the castle is Gilles de Montmorency-Laval, Baron of Rais, Count of Brienne, also known as Gilles de Rais and he is, indeed, related to that one-time companion-in-arms of Joan of Arc who became one of the most prolific serial killer of the Middle Ages...
Sallinator smilled with cold interest.
-General de Rais has been visiting the front with his men. In addittion to the names we expected to read, as René Fonck and Georges Guynemer, there are other names a bit, well... odd. We have read many times about a General, an Auguste Mercier. We known of a General Auguste Mercier, but he was the commander in chief of the Legion Etrangère, in Africa. Well...
-Well? -Salliantor asked again.
-It seems that some men of science were with Generals de Rais and Mercier. However... those men weren't what we call... well...
-Give me an example of those "unconventional" names of yours... -Sallinator who was openly disgusted by the turn of the report.
-Doctor Moreau, for instance -replied Titus with a worried face.
A portrait of Doctor Moreau, according to the Roman Service of Intelligence
PS: I know... it's Bela Lugosi... That should give you food for thinking.
PS2: I open with Mercier my new use of paying some kind of "homage" to my favourite AARs. Enjoy them!
PS3: Actually, I began this new tradition with Helmuth/Otto Wolf. Is there a prize for the AARtist most prone to fall into silly mistakes?
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Lols, Mercies shall create havoc among the Latin world?
He'll try, I guess. Let's see what comes next: the Mercier's havoc or the Roman's victory. In the first case, hell for everyone. In the second... A charming cross.
Me too.
Dr. Moreau, I presume? ...
Thank you. I was at pains to find a mad scientific and then Moreau came to help!
Chapter XXI
A ghost stalks Europe
A ghost stalks Europe
Rome, Feriae Iovi, Idus of September, 2667 AUC (1)
Titus swore in his inner being but waited in silence until his boss deigned himself to addres him. As it usual wit him, Marcus Emilius Escaurus enjoyed with humilliating those who make him feel insignificant. And, as that happened quite often, Escaurus had developed a great skill -actually, his only notable one- at doing that. Finally, he looked around critically, before turning to Titus, shooting at him the following annoucement.
- You've been reassigned. As it concerns you, what it is taking place at Malinbois at the moment does not really matter. What is really importat is the play that Germans and Russians have started. There is something on going between Saint San Petersburg and Berlin. There are talks about Russia leaving the war and we must know wether that's true or not...
He gave then a fold to Titus without bothering to look into his eyes.
-Your assigment. You must depart at once. No one in Hunland will bother about you, as we are allies. It's quite normal to change the diplomatic representation in Berlin from time to time -Then, with a vicious smile he added-: bearing in mind how the love Wagner and hores, they will love having a Roman heroe around, even more when they see that you are crippled veteran wearing the marks of the trial of the Gods upon you.
Refraining his anger, Titus promised himself that someday Escaurus will find himself in the wrong side of a gladius.
Thus, Titus went to Berlin.
Meanwhile...
The German Army kept slowly pushing the Zarist forces to Warsaw, without hesitating to make a bloody mess of it. The Russian HQ, however, didn't comply and decided to retake Pozen as soon they lost it...
...just to find themselves trapped. While General Prince Leopod von Bayern hold the front with four Cavalry divisions plus the addition of another infantry formation in front of six Russian divisions -among them two from the Imperial Guard-, tragedy struck on the enemy flanks: two whole German armyes broke the Russian lines at Torun and Czestochowa and obliged the STAVKA to end his push towards Pozen -anyway, it had lost its momentum and was bogged down in the mud- and began a general pull back to the defensive ring at Warsaw.
Berlin, Setpember 16th, 1914
The freezing morning of Berlin was as charming as the cold reception that Titus met in the train station. While on the way back to the embassy, the briefing about what was going on make him feel sick. Something had gone awry, and he had no idea where to begin.
-Add to that -he was being told-, that there has been a meeting at the most higher level among Russian and German diplomats. Nothing good will came of it -the speaker chukled as he had made the best of jokes, but, as Titus remained unmoved, he went on- ... erm... The meetings have take place in neutral Sweden, with the paradox that not even the Swedish government was informed of the process. Thus, after the defeat of the Russian armies at Poland, there is the strong suspiciones that our good old Hun ally has agreed about something with his affeminate Romanov cousin. The fact is that the German armies are not following the track of his defeated foe with any haste at all.
-Perhaps they are up to something in France and keeping their force for the push. Perhaps their logistics are not enough as we though.. -Titus suggested.
-Perhaps -replied his host, looking in wonder is Cuban cigar-, perhaps. By the way, there are incredible news. It seems that the young Tsarevich has make an incredible recover from his last crisis...
-And what has to do with the war?
-Nothing, perhaps... -he said, chuckling again-. Everything, you know...
Off Borjkloe's island, a few days early...
The unwanted guest was leaving, at that was a wonderful gift for the crew of the Stella Maris, the Imperial yatch of the Romanovs. Since his arrival to Russia, a few months ago, he had caused a lot of attraction and bewilderment on his wake. Just mentioning his name awoke an ocean of tempestous feelings. Now, Captain Dygalo felt relieved seeing the growing distance between his ship and the boat that was taking him to the Hohenzollern, the ship of kaiser Billy. It seemed as if the Stella was free from a nightmare and, suddenly, the air grow a little bit warmer.
On board of the German ship, First Officer Reichmann looked with worry the dark figure comming to them. The unknwon person that had promised, after healing the Tsarevich, to end with the crippled condition of the lame arm of Wilhelm. The Russian delegation had said wonder about the high line from which the upyr prince came to fool the Kaiser to bring that disgusting guest to Berlin. And Wilhelm, dying to move his damned arm and to finanlly be able to close his fist around someone's neck, agreed at once. Reichmann looked at the dark guest that was seconds to be on board of his ship and shuddered.
His face was a strong - a very strong one, he adde to himself- aquiline, with high bridge of the thin nose and a lofty domed forehead, and hair growing scantily round the temples, but profusely elsewhere. The mouth was fixed and rather cruel looking, with peculiarly red lips, whose remarkable colourshowed astonishing vitality in a man of his years. For the rest, the chin was broad and strong, and the cheeks firm though thin. The general effect was one of extraordinary pallor, Reichmann thought.
"There he comes" he muttered to himself and prepared to welcome that odd guest, with an uncanny feeling on his guts.
-Welcome to the Hohenzollern, Graff von Dracula!
(1) September 13th, 1914Titus swore in his inner being but waited in silence until his boss deigned himself to addres him. As it usual wit him, Marcus Emilius Escaurus enjoyed with humilliating those who make him feel insignificant. And, as that happened quite often, Escaurus had developed a great skill -actually, his only notable one- at doing that. Finally, he looked around critically, before turning to Titus, shooting at him the following annoucement.
- You've been reassigned. As it concerns you, what it is taking place at Malinbois at the moment does not really matter. What is really importat is the play that Germans and Russians have started. There is something on going between Saint San Petersburg and Berlin. There are talks about Russia leaving the war and we must know wether that's true or not...
He gave then a fold to Titus without bothering to look into his eyes.
-Your assigment. You must depart at once. No one in Hunland will bother about you, as we are allies. It's quite normal to change the diplomatic representation in Berlin from time to time -Then, with a vicious smile he added-: bearing in mind how the love Wagner and hores, they will love having a Roman heroe around, even more when they see that you are crippled veteran wearing the marks of the trial of the Gods upon you.
Refraining his anger, Titus promised himself that someday Escaurus will find himself in the wrong side of a gladius.
Thus, Titus went to Berlin.
Meanwhile...
The German Army kept slowly pushing the Zarist forces to Warsaw, without hesitating to make a bloody mess of it. The Russian HQ, however, didn't comply and decided to retake Pozen as soon they lost it...
...just to find themselves trapped. While General Prince Leopod von Bayern hold the front with four Cavalry divisions plus the addition of another infantry formation in front of six Russian divisions -among them two from the Imperial Guard-, tragedy struck on the enemy flanks: two whole German armyes broke the Russian lines at Torun and Czestochowa and obliged the STAVKA to end his push towards Pozen -anyway, it had lost its momentum and was bogged down in the mud- and began a general pull back to the defensive ring at Warsaw.
Berlin, Setpember 16th, 1914
The freezing morning of Berlin was as charming as the cold reception that Titus met in the train station. While on the way back to the embassy, the briefing about what was going on make him feel sick. Something had gone awry, and he had no idea where to begin.
-Add to that -he was being told-, that there has been a meeting at the most higher level among Russian and German diplomats. Nothing good will came of it -the speaker chukled as he had made the best of jokes, but, as Titus remained unmoved, he went on- ... erm... The meetings have take place in neutral Sweden, with the paradox that not even the Swedish government was informed of the process. Thus, after the defeat of the Russian armies at Poland, there is the strong suspiciones that our good old Hun ally has agreed about something with his affeminate Romanov cousin. The fact is that the German armies are not following the track of his defeated foe with any haste at all.
-Perhaps they are up to something in France and keeping their force for the push. Perhaps their logistics are not enough as we though.. -Titus suggested.
-Perhaps -replied his host, looking in wonder is Cuban cigar-, perhaps. By the way, there are incredible news. It seems that the young Tsarevich has make an incredible recover from his last crisis...
-And what has to do with the war?
-Nothing, perhaps... -he said, chuckling again-. Everything, you know...
Off Borjkloe's island, a few days early...
The unwanted guest was leaving, at that was a wonderful gift for the crew of the Stella Maris, the Imperial yatch of the Romanovs. Since his arrival to Russia, a few months ago, he had caused a lot of attraction and bewilderment on his wake. Just mentioning his name awoke an ocean of tempestous feelings. Now, Captain Dygalo felt relieved seeing the growing distance between his ship and the boat that was taking him to the Hohenzollern, the ship of kaiser Billy. It seemed as if the Stella was free from a nightmare and, suddenly, the air grow a little bit warmer.
On board of the German ship, First Officer Reichmann looked with worry the dark figure comming to them. The unknwon person that had promised, after healing the Tsarevich, to end with the crippled condition of the lame arm of Wilhelm. The Russian delegation had said wonder about the high line from which the upyr prince came to fool the Kaiser to bring that disgusting guest to Berlin. And Wilhelm, dying to move his damned arm and to finanlly be able to close his fist around someone's neck, agreed at once. Reichmann looked at the dark guest that was seconds to be on board of his ship and shuddered.
His face was a strong - a very strong one, he adde to himself- aquiline, with high bridge of the thin nose and a lofty domed forehead, and hair growing scantily round the temples, but profusely elsewhere. The mouth was fixed and rather cruel looking, with peculiarly red lips, whose remarkable colourshowed astonishing vitality in a man of his years. For the rest, the chin was broad and strong, and the cheeks firm though thin. The general effect was one of extraordinary pallor, Reichmann thought.
"There he comes" he muttered to himself and prepared to welcome that odd guest, with an uncanny feeling on his guts.
-Welcome to the Hohenzollern, Graff von Dracula!
Snape!
Do I smell treachery...or is that pizza?
Those russians can't stand a chance, and why are there a lot of units not at the front?
Do I smell treachery...or is that pizza?
Those russians can't stand a chance, and why are there a lot of units not at the front?
A peace between Russian and Germany would be very clever. Russia could join Central Allies and get Moldova and maybe Iran and North China including German helps against Japan.
A cousin must not fight against a cousin.
A cousin must not fight against a cousin.
Russia (IA) is the great mistery for me. Dunno what they are playing to.
You're right, but they are against us. They must pay the prize...
Alan Rickman? Didn't see that coming AGAGAGAGAGGAGAG! :rofl: Nice work, sir!
Mr. Rickman didn't see it coming either, methinks...
Don't get fooled by what it may look as quite obvious...
Sorry, Kurt, I haven't been replying in this thread for some time.
oWell, it's fascinating to see you use Mercier in this AAR, but Mercier in 1914? You wouldn't want him to live that long if you remember my AAR started at 1897, right?
Snape as Dracula? Well, well, I didn't remember seeing him doing so much bitting when he's around.
Well, maybe you will see him doing that in my AAR. Just maybe. Oh, Count Snape Dracula!
Wasn't expecting this one here.
No one expects the Snapish Inquisition!
Alliance? Not yet. Just a deal... you scratch my back...
Do you think that Willie is going to play fair?
Sorry, Kurt, I haven't been replying in this thread for some time.
Well, it's fascinating to see you use Mercier in this AAR, but Mercier in 1914? You wouldn't want him to live that long if you remember my AAR started at 1897, right?
Snape as Dracula? Well, well, I didn't remember seeing him doing so much bitting when he's around.
Don't worry, Gaiasabre
About Mercier. I remember that the AAR started in 1897. So he might be a bit old in 1914 -or too old, rightly. However... perhaps he's has an ace up his sleeve...
About Snape... I'm a fan of Alan Rickman, and I wanted to have him, somehow, here. So, as I found the pic with the dragon on the back, well... dragon... drac... dracula... so far, so fine...
I should say that it's the second time I include Mr. Rickman in an AAR of mine, by the way. The first time was a in a quite absurd Spamish one, so we may forget about it...