Hmm...Skorzeny might not be so meek and compliant the next time he goes to China. But, he has his medal...a small consolation. 
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This AAR keeps getting better everytime I indulge in the drug it represent... Thanks you, Sir The Yogi
Maybe he'll use the medal in an elaborate plan to break Fu Manchu's control over him and everyone else.
You so casually bring Hitler into the scene. Dialouge, expressions and all without some buildup on his presence, or aura or evil machinations or something. I'm shocked!
The Vatican, Rome
February 10th, 1939
Pius XI was dying. Each breath from the Holy Father came more laboriously than the previous one, and every cure and remedy administered by his quack doctor had failed. Sitting at his side in the room of the Vatican hospital was a young Bridgittine nun, Sister Irene. During the last weeks, the Holy Father had met with her several times, giving rise to more than one arched eyebrow among the Curia, except those very few who knew in what capacity she served the Pope. What she had told Pius XI about the visions and premonitions of the Department of Parapsychology had worried him no end – perhaps it had even shortened his life. And now, in his last hours, he had asked to see her. Alone. The Cardinals were shocked, but could not deny his wishes, although many did worry about the Holy Father succumbing, at least mentally, to temptations of the flesh on his death bed. Sister Irene was very pretty.
Pius XI
Nothing could however be farther from the dying Pontifex’s mind.
‘Irene, my child… I have called you to my side, because I know your mind to be as strong as your faith. I must lay upon you a heavy task before I depart, one that you must undertake on your own. I want you to investigate what will cause this disaster, who the fiend is who will rise as the “King of Terror”, and if at all possible, undo his Evil before it occurs!’
Irene blinked her tears away. ‘But Holy Father, is such a thing even possible? If it has been written that this calamity must come to pass, how could it be avoided?’
‘Nothing is written!’ the Pope exclaimed, his voice breaking into a fit of cough. As he regained control, he continued. ‘Nothing, save what God himself has ordained. We have the gift of free will, and that makes the future shift and change depending on every action of every man, woman and child in this world. If God has let us know beforehand about these disasters, it’s because we have been given a chance to avoid them.’
Irene seemed unconvinced. ‘I thought that in the end, those free choices would be what brought about the fulfilment of the prophecies.’
Pius shook his head. ‘No, that wouldn’t be free will, that would be acting out a script. I doubt even God, all-knowing that he is, knows beforehand all the choices each one of us will make. We are free, Irene, and that is a blessing but also a terrible responsibility, because choices have consequences, consequences we cannot blame God for.’
The young Spanish nun nodded solemnly. ‘I see, Holy Father. But wouldn’t it then be better to entrust this mission to the institutions of the Church, rather than one frail woman? What can I do?’
‘The Church is, must be, under the control of the Pope – and to be quite frank, I’m not sure I trust my successor in this instance, God forgive me for it. If I had to guess the name of this enemy of Christendom, this Lord of Destruction that is about to rise, my guess would be Adolf Hitler – but despite what I said in my “Mit Brennender Sorge” encyclica, you know many of the cardinals have strong sympathies for the Nazis, simply because they are anti-communist. Atheism and Communism are terrible things, sister, but these people are, or are trying to be Pagans! Their exaltation of their own race and nation is an abomination in no way smaller than Bolshevism. So therefore I cannot trust the Church or its institutions to carry through this task – you must do it, Irene. Whatever it takes, you hear me?’
‘But Holy Father! What if…’
‘No!’ With a supreme effort, the dying Pope sat up in his bed. ‘As the vicar of Christ on Earth, I command it! I give you full absolution in advance for any sins you might have to commit to prevent this monstrosity from happen. If you have to lie, blackmail, even kill… then so be it. Your soul will not be tainted by it, as I ordain it on earth, so shall it also be in heaven. Furthermore, I free you, until this task has been completed from your vows, inasmuch as they might interfere with your task. Do you accept this mission, Sister?’
Irene nodded, big tears streaming down her smooth olive cheeks. ‘If I must, Holy Father.’
‘You are a free person, Irene. I might command, but you do not have to obey, if your faith does not dictate it.’
‘Yes, Holy Father, I accept this mission. With a heavy heart, but I accept.’
‘Thank you!’ Pius leaned back against his pillow. ‘Now I can die with hope. Come, let’s pray together for Christ to aid you in your work, then you must leave and I must die.’
When she left the room, under the hostile stare of the Cardinals and Bishops waiting (and probably eavesdropping, she though) outside the door, she felt more alone than she had ever done in her life. Yet the task could not wait. She would begin in Germany.
February 10th, 1939
Pius XI was dying. Each breath from the Holy Father came more laboriously than the previous one, and every cure and remedy administered by his quack doctor had failed. Sitting at his side in the room of the Vatican hospital was a young Bridgittine nun, Sister Irene. During the last weeks, the Holy Father had met with her several times, giving rise to more than one arched eyebrow among the Curia, except those very few who knew in what capacity she served the Pope. What she had told Pius XI about the visions and premonitions of the Department of Parapsychology had worried him no end – perhaps it had even shortened his life. And now, in his last hours, he had asked to see her. Alone. The Cardinals were shocked, but could not deny his wishes, although many did worry about the Holy Father succumbing, at least mentally, to temptations of the flesh on his death bed. Sister Irene was very pretty.
Pius XI
Nothing could however be farther from the dying Pontifex’s mind.
‘Irene, my child… I have called you to my side, because I know your mind to be as strong as your faith. I must lay upon you a heavy task before I depart, one that you must undertake on your own. I want you to investigate what will cause this disaster, who the fiend is who will rise as the “King of Terror”, and if at all possible, undo his Evil before it occurs!’
Irene blinked her tears away. ‘But Holy Father, is such a thing even possible? If it has been written that this calamity must come to pass, how could it be avoided?’
‘Nothing is written!’ the Pope exclaimed, his voice breaking into a fit of cough. As he regained control, he continued. ‘Nothing, save what God himself has ordained. We have the gift of free will, and that makes the future shift and change depending on every action of every man, woman and child in this world. If God has let us know beforehand about these disasters, it’s because we have been given a chance to avoid them.’
Irene seemed unconvinced. ‘I thought that in the end, those free choices would be what brought about the fulfilment of the prophecies.’
Pius shook his head. ‘No, that wouldn’t be free will, that would be acting out a script. I doubt even God, all-knowing that he is, knows beforehand all the choices each one of us will make. We are free, Irene, and that is a blessing but also a terrible responsibility, because choices have consequences, consequences we cannot blame God for.’
The young Spanish nun nodded solemnly. ‘I see, Holy Father. But wouldn’t it then be better to entrust this mission to the institutions of the Church, rather than one frail woman? What can I do?’
‘The Church is, must be, under the control of the Pope – and to be quite frank, I’m not sure I trust my successor in this instance, God forgive me for it. If I had to guess the name of this enemy of Christendom, this Lord of Destruction that is about to rise, my guess would be Adolf Hitler – but despite what I said in my “Mit Brennender Sorge” encyclica, you know many of the cardinals have strong sympathies for the Nazis, simply because they are anti-communist. Atheism and Communism are terrible things, sister, but these people are, or are trying to be Pagans! Their exaltation of their own race and nation is an abomination in no way smaller than Bolshevism. So therefore I cannot trust the Church or its institutions to carry through this task – you must do it, Irene. Whatever it takes, you hear me?’
‘But Holy Father! What if…’
‘No!’ With a supreme effort, the dying Pope sat up in his bed. ‘As the vicar of Christ on Earth, I command it! I give you full absolution in advance for any sins you might have to commit to prevent this monstrosity from happen. If you have to lie, blackmail, even kill… then so be it. Your soul will not be tainted by it, as I ordain it on earth, so shall it also be in heaven. Furthermore, I free you, until this task has been completed from your vows, inasmuch as they might interfere with your task. Do you accept this mission, Sister?’
Irene nodded, big tears streaming down her smooth olive cheeks. ‘If I must, Holy Father.’
‘You are a free person, Irene. I might command, but you do not have to obey, if your faith does not dictate it.’
‘Yes, Holy Father, I accept this mission. With a heavy heart, but I accept.’
‘Thank you!’ Pius leaned back against his pillow. ‘Now I can die with hope. Come, let’s pray together for Christ to aid you in your work, then you must leave and I must die.’
When she left the room, under the hostile stare of the Cardinals and Bishops waiting (and probably eavesdropping, she though) outside the door, she felt more alone than she had ever done in her life. Yet the task could not wait. She would begin in Germany.
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This nun will no doubt find herself on a 'mission' with Skorzeny.
Bring out the cold water!
Bring out the cold water!
"Freed" nun, sexually apt Skorzeny capable of turning women into putty in his hands....
Uh oh
Uh oh
Might I warn against such a plot line. I'm not entirely sure the mods would look kindly on 'interactions' between a man dressed as a SS stormtrooper and a nun. One can push Swedsh stereotypes of permissiveness too far.
I suppose I have less idea of where this will lead, but I look forward to seeing how Yogi plays this out.
You... you perverts! I believe that the Holy Father was mainly worried about the wows of Obedience and Poverty getting in the way of a rouge spy on a mission from God... rather than the wow of chastity!
Judging from your reactions, this AAR should be named "Sister Irene does Bad Tölz". :rofl:
I believe that the Holy Father was mainly worried about the wows of Obedience and Poverty getting in the way of a rouge spy on a mission from God... rather than the wow of chastity! Judging from your reactions, this AAR should be named "Sister Irene does Bad Tölz". :rofl:
Wewelsburg SS-Order castle
February 11th, 1939
Wewelsburg Castle
Günther Duhrn walked across the marble floor, unmindful of trampling the great sonnenrad mosaic that covered the central part of it. The members of Sonderkommando H were usually not very formal about these things. Informality could go only so far, however. Duhrn still stood to attention before his commanding officer, Oberstürmbannführer Prof. Dieter Scheel, and offered a textbook Heil Hitler.
‘At ease, Duhrn.’ Scheel ordered, looking up from the stacks of papers that covered his table. The setting of his office might look like the chambers of some Teutonic Order Grandmaster, with sheer stone walls draped in black, white and red banners, but the actual reality of his work was depressingly much like ordinary 20th century bureaucracy. The commander of the Sonderkommando H sighed, adjusting his round Himmler-style spectacles on the thin sharp, nose and fixed his ice blue eyes on his top agent. ‘So, what can I do for you today?’
‘We need to discuss the disappearance of the Orb. In my opinion, the circumstances are highly suspicious.’
‘Go on.’
‘Well, according to the Führer, Skorzeny is heading an expert team to study it. But what experts could that team include, that we do not already have working for us, or at least know about? And why choose this ignorant lout to command it? What does he know about these things? Nothing, less than nothing!’
‘Well, neither does the Führer, to be quite frank. We have never shared our findings except with the Reichsführer-SS himself. As far as Hitler knows, we’re just a part of the Ahnenerbe, busy with studying the witch trials.’
‘Exactly. That’s why the Führer hasn’t come up with a better lie – he cannot know that we would be aware of any experts relevant to the study of the Black Orb. In fact, we would have them in our employ.’
‘Very well, Günther, the Führer is lying to us. So what? As far as he knows, the Ahnenerbe is a bunch of elderly anthropologists searching for the lost Aryan religion. Would you have given the Black Orb to that kind of expertise? My guess is that it is in the hands of science people now. Perhaps Heisenberg and his crew are pouring over it right now. They won’t discover anything, of course, and in the end it will come to us. No need to get all worked up.’
‘No!’ Duhrn shook his head. ‘Something is not right here! There would be no need for the Führer to lie about something like that – after all, he IS the Führer. And also, have you not wondered how he could know anything about the buried Old One city? We sure as Hell didn’t know its exact location! Is Hitler now a greater expert on these matters than we are?’
‘You have a point. That IS strange… so who do you suppose told him?’
‘I have no idea – but that person knows things no one in Germany should know who isn’t working for us. So we must consider the possibility that it is someone from outside of the Reich…’
‘Damn! You’re right!’ Scheel admitted with alarm.
‘And what’s worse, that might give some reason for this Skorzeny’s involvement. He just appeared out of nowhere after Anschluß, gets promoted at every turn and now seems to be the Führer’s most trusted man.’
‘But Himmler himself recommended him for transfer into the Leibstandarte! Skorzeny has the Reichsführer’s complete trust, you cannot possibly suspect him of being a spy – and besides, that would require Hitler to be his accomplice! That is utterly absurd – and borderline treasonous!’
Duhrn grunted, looking frustrated. ‘I know! Yet I know something is not right here! Perhaps Skorzeny has some kind of leverage on the Führer? Please, Sir, let me look into this some more! I will be careful, not level any accusations before I have complete and overwhelming evidence, but we can’t ignore this!’
Scheel frowned. If Duhrn got caught going against the will of Hitler AND Himmler, and was forced to confess that he was working under instructions from Scheel… the consequences for him, personally, would be disastrous. That settled it.
‘No. Under no circumstance are you going to engage in any illicit investigations, do you hear me? I forbid it!’
‘But…’
‘No butts! You have received a direct order, Stürmbannführer Duhrn! Now, go back to your ordinary duties! You’ll get to study the Orb in due time, I’m sure!’
Duhrn saluted stiffly and stomped out, fuming. Whatever his orders, he had no intention of letting Skorzeny get away with this. If he was right, and Skorzeny was an enemy of the Reich, he would find evidence, and when he did… the Austrian upstart would pay. Oh yes, he would pay dearly.
February 11th, 1939
Wewelsburg Castle
Günther Duhrn walked across the marble floor, unmindful of trampling the great sonnenrad mosaic that covered the central part of it. The members of Sonderkommando H were usually not very formal about these things. Informality could go only so far, however. Duhrn still stood to attention before his commanding officer, Oberstürmbannführer Prof. Dieter Scheel, and offered a textbook Heil Hitler.
‘At ease, Duhrn.’ Scheel ordered, looking up from the stacks of papers that covered his table. The setting of his office might look like the chambers of some Teutonic Order Grandmaster, with sheer stone walls draped in black, white and red banners, but the actual reality of his work was depressingly much like ordinary 20th century bureaucracy. The commander of the Sonderkommando H sighed, adjusting his round Himmler-style spectacles on the thin sharp, nose and fixed his ice blue eyes on his top agent. ‘So, what can I do for you today?’
‘We need to discuss the disappearance of the Orb. In my opinion, the circumstances are highly suspicious.’
‘Go on.’
‘Well, according to the Führer, Skorzeny is heading an expert team to study it. But what experts could that team include, that we do not already have working for us, or at least know about? And why choose this ignorant lout to command it? What does he know about these things? Nothing, less than nothing!’
‘Well, neither does the Führer, to be quite frank. We have never shared our findings except with the Reichsführer-SS himself. As far as Hitler knows, we’re just a part of the Ahnenerbe, busy with studying the witch trials.’
‘Exactly. That’s why the Führer hasn’t come up with a better lie – he cannot know that we would be aware of any experts relevant to the study of the Black Orb. In fact, we would have them in our employ.’
‘Very well, Günther, the Führer is lying to us. So what? As far as he knows, the Ahnenerbe is a bunch of elderly anthropologists searching for the lost Aryan religion. Would you have given the Black Orb to that kind of expertise? My guess is that it is in the hands of science people now. Perhaps Heisenberg and his crew are pouring over it right now. They won’t discover anything, of course, and in the end it will come to us. No need to get all worked up.’
‘No!’ Duhrn shook his head. ‘Something is not right here! There would be no need for the Führer to lie about something like that – after all, he IS the Führer. And also, have you not wondered how he could know anything about the buried Old One city? We sure as Hell didn’t know its exact location! Is Hitler now a greater expert on these matters than we are?’
‘You have a point. That IS strange… so who do you suppose told him?’
‘I have no idea – but that person knows things no one in Germany should know who isn’t working for us. So we must consider the possibility that it is someone from outside of the Reich…’
‘Damn! You’re right!’ Scheel admitted with alarm.
‘And what’s worse, that might give some reason for this Skorzeny’s involvement. He just appeared out of nowhere after Anschluß, gets promoted at every turn and now seems to be the Führer’s most trusted man.’
‘But Himmler himself recommended him for transfer into the Leibstandarte! Skorzeny has the Reichsführer’s complete trust, you cannot possibly suspect him of being a spy – and besides, that would require Hitler to be his accomplice! That is utterly absurd – and borderline treasonous!’
Duhrn grunted, looking frustrated. ‘I know! Yet I know something is not right here! Perhaps Skorzeny has some kind of leverage on the Führer? Please, Sir, let me look into this some more! I will be careful, not level any accusations before I have complete and overwhelming evidence, but we can’t ignore this!’
Scheel frowned. If Duhrn got caught going against the will of Hitler AND Himmler, and was forced to confess that he was working under instructions from Scheel… the consequences for him, personally, would be disastrous. That settled it.
‘No. Under no circumstance are you going to engage in any illicit investigations, do you hear me? I forbid it!’
‘But…’
‘No butts! You have received a direct order, Stürmbannführer Duhrn! Now, go back to your ordinary duties! You’ll get to study the Orb in due time, I’m sure!’
Duhrn saluted stiffly and stomped out, fuming. Whatever his orders, he had no intention of letting Skorzeny get away with this. If he was right, and Skorzeny was an enemy of the Reich, he would find evidence, and when he did… the Austrian upstart would pay. Oh yes, he would pay dearly.
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Or so he thinks....
I predict that Skorzeny will break Fu Manchu's power over him, and then be faced with enemies both in the Reich and in China. Then he will go on a massive vendetta against enemies on both sides and end up the ruler of ALL THE WORLD!!! MUAHAHAHAHA *cough* ...ahem.... *walks slowly away*
I predict that Skorzeny will break Fu Manchu's power over him, and then be faced with enemies both in the Reich and in China. Then he will go on a massive vendetta against enemies on both sides and end up the ruler of ALL THE WORLD!!! MUAHAHAHAHA *cough* ...ahem.... *walks slowly away*
Although a Skorzeny fan I must support Duhrn:
Duhrn!
Interesting update by the way. I hope Duhrn can defeat the evil Dr. Manchu's diabolical plans (and free Skorzeny from his influence)!
Duhrn!
Interesting update by the way. I hope Duhrn can defeat the evil Dr. Manchu's diabolical plans (and free Skorzeny from his influence)!