Tyr Anazasi
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Prologue
Skippy, the ASB is bored. Every ISOT she does ends in a wank. Well, she could ISOT small states, but that would not be something she wants. A great power, which is at the border of being screwed. She wants excitement. It will be tough, but there should be a chance. But which one to take? After long time she has an idea. But she needs to make some adjustments, just to make it not impossible. So she repairs every military item the nation has. There are no flaws, whether they were just cracks or constructional errors. Everything shall work like planned. That's true for UT and DT equipment.
Furthermore, every ship being built is finished, if the launching is within the next seven months. In addition, supplies for seven months are also added. And to make it more complicated she doesn't ISOT the DT population away but she keeps them, albeit she has to transfer some buildings. Oh, as she hates the DT leader she has to do something to keep him out of the picture.
Berlin, 30.05.2014
Shortly before midnight, Dr. Angela Dorothea Merkel was sitting at her desk in her office in the Federal Chancellery. She was tired and wanted to go home soon to get some sleep. Usually she didn't need much sleep but liked to sleep in on Saturdays. Just before pressing the button to switch off the lamp on her desk the whole room rumbled and flared an intense white as if lightning had struck. A kaleidoscope of colours flashed across her eyes rapidly after which the room returned back to normal.
"God, what was that?" she thought. "I am too tired and need rest!"
Then she realised she wasn't alone. A man without an eye, a right hand and a left hand with missing fingers stood in the room. He seemed as shocked as she was. He wore an old uniform.
After a moment of silence Angela Merkel found her voice first. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?"
This was countered by "Where am I? And who are you?" at the very same moment. However, as the man was a gentleman, he introduced himself.
"Sorry, madam, I am Oberst Claus Graf Schenk von Stauffenberg. I don't know, where I am, but I was…"
"That's nonsense! Stauffenberg has been dead for nearly 70 years. Who are you?" Merkel stopped him.
"I am Stauffenberg! And I am alive. I am asking once again, who are you?" Stauffenberg replied insistently.
"I am Federal Chancellor Dr. Angela Merkel! You're in my office. How did you enter it?" she said as she pressed the emergency call button.
"There is no Federal Chancellor!" Stauffenberg replied.
"If you didn't know, we have had one since 1949." Merkel replied as she pressed the emergency button again to no effect. Why didn't this button work?
"Nonsense, today is the 31st of May, 1944!" Stauffenberg replied.
"No! 31st of May, 2014" Merkel said as she was coming to a realisation that seemed crazy at first.
"That's impossible."
At this moment Beate Baumann, her secretary, entered the room.
"Frau Bundeskanzlerin, some strange things have happened in the last few minutes…" she trailed off, when she saw Stauffenberg.
Merkel was relieved, she wasn't crazy, but what would happen in the next 30 minutes would make her wish she was, for the very first time in her life.
Stauffenberg, who was escorted out to wait with two security agents in a room next door, entered Merkel's office again.
"Sorry for being so rude, Colonel, but we have an extraordinary situation on our hands. I think we have some common problems…"
DISCLAIMER:
This story will have RL politicians as prota- resp. antagonists. They are just figures of myself, who act in a certain way according to my story. If they really would have acted this way I don't know. But that's not the question. It's just a story. RL politics shall not be part of this story, as well as, in regards to Rule 8, shall not be discussed here in any way.
Also the speeches or actions of the figures are just story needed. They are not necessarily my own opinion (especially everything in regards to racism, Nazism, Communism and so on is NOT my opinion). However, my figures have to act in their role, which is determined by their personality and other circumstances. So, for example, Hitler would never have spoken politically correct. I don't want to insult here anyone, but the story may need to use such words.
So folks, no actual politics here!
Skippy, the ASB is bored. Every ISOT she does ends in a wank. Well, she could ISOT small states, but that would not be something she wants. A great power, which is at the border of being screwed. She wants excitement. It will be tough, but there should be a chance. But which one to take? After long time she has an idea. But she needs to make some adjustments, just to make it not impossible. So she repairs every military item the nation has. There are no flaws, whether they were just cracks or constructional errors. Everything shall work like planned. That's true for UT and DT equipment.
Furthermore, every ship being built is finished, if the launching is within the next seven months. In addition, supplies for seven months are also added. And to make it more complicated she doesn't ISOT the DT population away but she keeps them, albeit she has to transfer some buildings. Oh, as she hates the DT leader she has to do something to keep him out of the picture.
Berlin, 30.05.2014
Shortly before midnight, Dr. Angela Dorothea Merkel was sitting at her desk in her office in the Federal Chancellery. She was tired and wanted to go home soon to get some sleep. Usually she didn't need much sleep but liked to sleep in on Saturdays. Just before pressing the button to switch off the lamp on her desk the whole room rumbled and flared an intense white as if lightning had struck. A kaleidoscope of colours flashed across her eyes rapidly after which the room returned back to normal.
"God, what was that?" she thought. "I am too tired and need rest!"
Then she realised she wasn't alone. A man without an eye, a right hand and a left hand with missing fingers stood in the room. He seemed as shocked as she was. He wore an old uniform.
After a moment of silence Angela Merkel found her voice first. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?"
This was countered by "Where am I? And who are you?" at the very same moment. However, as the man was a gentleman, he introduced himself.
"Sorry, madam, I am Oberst Claus Graf Schenk von Stauffenberg. I don't know, where I am, but I was…"
"That's nonsense! Stauffenberg has been dead for nearly 70 years. Who are you?" Merkel stopped him.
"I am Stauffenberg! And I am alive. I am asking once again, who are you?" Stauffenberg replied insistently.
"I am Federal Chancellor Dr. Angela Merkel! You're in my office. How did you enter it?" she said as she pressed the emergency call button.
"There is no Federal Chancellor!" Stauffenberg replied.
"If you didn't know, we have had one since 1949." Merkel replied as she pressed the emergency button again to no effect. Why didn't this button work?
"Nonsense, today is the 31st of May, 1944!" Stauffenberg replied.
"No! 31st of May, 2014" Merkel said as she was coming to a realisation that seemed crazy at first.
"That's impossible."
At this moment Beate Baumann, her secretary, entered the room.
"Frau Bundeskanzlerin, some strange things have happened in the last few minutes…" she trailed off, when she saw Stauffenberg.
Merkel was relieved, she wasn't crazy, but what would happen in the next 30 minutes would make her wish she was, for the very first time in her life.
Stauffenberg, who was escorted out to wait with two security agents in a room next door, entered Merkel's office again.
"Sorry for being so rude, Colonel, but we have an extraordinary situation on our hands. I think we have some common problems…"
DISCLAIMER:
This story will have RL politicians as prota- resp. antagonists. They are just figures of myself, who act in a certain way according to my story. If they really would have acted this way I don't know. But that's not the question. It's just a story. RL politics shall not be part of this story, as well as, in regards to Rule 8, shall not be discussed here in any way.
Also the speeches or actions of the figures are just story needed. They are not necessarily my own opinion (especially everything in regards to racism, Nazism, Communism and so on is NOT my opinion). However, my figures have to act in their role, which is determined by their personality and other circumstances. So, for example, Hitler would never have spoken politically correct. I don't want to insult here anyone, but the story may need to use such words.
So folks, no actual politics here!
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