This is where we start, plain and simple! Anyone may start!8/20/2011 #1
So this was going to be the uberpost that's currently occupying a word document and is ridiculously long. Unfortunately Penny and I got to the confrontation with Red Skull and realised something. We were being utter bitches. In the space of one post we'd pretty much excluded everyone else. Uberpost is being continued and might turn up as a story at some point but not on here. This is the first part of the uberpost and is roughly 2000 words by itself.
Any lines you recognise from this post come from the movie. I don't own them and didn't originally write them.
Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, sat on the steps of the empty stage, sketching himself as a dancing monkey. It was what he felt like, especially after his frosty reception by the soldiers. They were the ones fighting and he was just being dragged out whenever he was needed.
"Hello Steve," a female voice came from above him, it was one he recognised and he looked over his shoulder at Peggy.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi." She folded her coat over her arms and smiled at him
"What are you doing here?"
"Officially I'm not here at all," she took a seat on the edge of stage, "that was quite a performance."
"Yeah...uh...I had to improvise a little bit, the crowds I'm used to are usually a bit more...uh...well," he trailed off awkwardly.
"I understand you're America's new hope," her voice was ever so slightly mocking.
"Bond sales take a ten percent bump every state I visit." Senator Brandt had told him that, trying to make him feel better when he'd complained about not being able to do anything really useful for the war. It was, he supposed, a legitimate way to help fight the war but right now he was walking like a soldier and talking like a soldier without actually being a soldier.
"Is that Senator Brandt I hear?" Evidently Peggy had heard Brandt expounding on what a genius idea it had been to use him to rally morale.
"Least he's got me doing this. Phillips would have had me stuck in a lab." Peggy noticed that he'd slumped forward and sounded resigned. It wasn't a good look for somebody with Steve's determination.
"And these are your only two options? A lab rat or a dancing monkey. You were meant for more than this you know," she said, sounding consoling. He looked her and remembered Dr. Erskine telling him not to turn into the perfect soldier. "What?" she asked once his eyes focused back on the real world
"You know, for the longest time I dreamed about coming overseas and being on the front lines, serving my country. I finally got everything I wanted, and I'm wearing tights." The loud blare of a horn interrupted his quiet reflection and they both turned to look at the ambulance pulling up to the medical tent, men scrambling to get the wounded out of the truck. "They look like they've been through hell."
"These men more than most," Peggy considered what she was going to say but continued on anyway, "Schmitt sent out a force to Misano. 200 men went up against him and less than 50 returned. Your audience contained what was left of the 107th. The rest were killed or captured." Steve looked up at her sharply
"The 107th?" he sounded concerned
"What?" she asked. The next thing she knew he was up, off the stairs and running towards the command tent through the rain and the mud, obviously not caring about either of them.
"Come on!" he shouted back to her. Curious she followed him, hurriedly putting her umbrella up and trying not to slip in the mud, she did not want to ruin her suit.
"Colonel Phillips," Steve slowed as he entered the command tent, coming to a halt in front of the Colonel's desk.
"Well if it isn't the star-spangled man with a plan. What is your plan today?" Phillips asked, mockingly.
"I need the casualty lists for Misano." Peggy stopped just behind him, looking between him and Phillips.
"You don't get to give me orders son," the Colonel
"I just need one name. Sergeant James Barnes from the 107th." Phillips seemed to ignore Steve, in favour of gesturing at Peggy with his pen.
"You and I are going to have a conversation later that you won't enjoy"
"Please tell me he's alive, sir. B-A-R..."
"I can spell," the Colonel met his eyes for a moment before looking down and standing up, I have signed more of these condolence letters today than I would care to count, but the name does sound familiar. I'm sorry." Steve froze. Bucky was dead. His best friend, the one he hadn't seen in months who didn't even know that Steve had or could join the Army, was dead. Peggy watched him nervously, she had no idea what he was going to do.
"What about the others? Are you planning a rescue mission?" Steve didn't meet the Colonel's eyes as he said that. He was still having trouble processing the fact that Bucky was dead.
"Yeah, it's called winning the war." Phillips said offhandedly, it wasn't like he didn't care about the men he'd lost but that was the consequences of war. He noticed the way Rogers was looking at him.
"But if you know where they are why not at least..."
Phillips cut him off. "They are hundreds of miles behind the lines, through some of the most heavily fortified territory in Europe. We'd lose more men than we'd save, but I don't expect you to understand that because you're a chorusgirl," he was being deliberately harsh, he knew that, but he did not need Rogers going lone wolf on him.
"I think I understand just fine." Steve met Phillips' gaze challengingly.
"Well then understand it somewhere else. If I read the posters correctly, you've got somewhere to be in 30 minutes," he ignored the dig at the shows and instead focused on the map in front of him, on the small triangular 'H' pin in the in map.
"Yes sir, I do." He knew what he was going to do and left the tent quickly.
Peggy opened her mouth, if she knew Steve even a little (and she'd like to think she did), then she should warn the Colonel. "If you have something to say, right now's the perfect time to keep it to yourself." Phillips cut her off before she could even say anything and instead she hurried after Steve.
She caught up with him in his tent, hurriedly packing whatever clothes came to hand
"What do you plan to do? Walk to Austria"
"If that's what it takes"
"You heard the Colonel, your friend is most likely dead"
"You don't know that"
"Even so, he's devising a strategy, if he detects..."
"By the time he's done that, it could be too late!" Steve said vehemently, tugging on his jacket and heading out of the tent.
"Steve" Peggy said, exasperated, and followed him. He threw his things into the back of an unoccupied Jeep.
"You told me you thought I was meant for more than this, did you mean that?" he looked directly at her
"Every word" she met his gaze steadily.
"Then you gotta let me go." He got into the seat of the jeep and started it up. Peggy ran around to the driver's side.
"I can do more than that." Steve looked at her, slightly disbelievingly.
She'd pretty much dragged him and his stuff out of the jeep before anybody could notice and was pulling him towards the tents that the non-soldiers occupied. He was dying to get away but still, he probably needed as much help as he could get. They stopped outside one of the tents and Peggy called through the door "Maria, you there?"
"Yeah, I'm here." The tent flap opened to reveal another woman, dressed similarly to Peggy but with her hair past her shoulders.
"Can we come in, I need your help." The woman, Maria apparently, stepped back holding the flap to let them both in.
"What do you need?" Maria said, looking between the two of them. Peggy opened her mouth to say something but Steve got there first
"I need to rescue the soldiers captured at Misano by HYDRA. The 107th." Maria raised an eyebrow, looking at him curiously. He met her gaze and they sized each other up for a moment.
"So you're going to walk the seven hundred plus miles from here to Kitzbuhel, liberate a HYDRA facility by yourself and then somehow get the hundred plus men, many of whom will be injured, back with no food or water through heavily guarded enemy territory?" Maria's voice was somewhere between incredulous and laughing.
"That's the plan." Steve said, trying to sound more assertive than he felt after Maria's needling.
"That isn't a plan, that is idiocy. Now, sit down and let's talk this out." Maria turned away from them, fetching a small folding table and the camping stools she had borrowed. Setting them out in the centre of the tent she took her seat, Peggy followed and Steve eased himself rather hesitantly onto the stool. "First off, I'm coming with you." Steve started to voice a protest but she spoke over him, "I'm a SOE agent, I have connections in Italy and Austria who will help get us home and I don't like to think that I've helped send somebody to their death. Besides, I've had a short holiday after a 13 month undercover mission, this will be a nice jaunt to get me back into the swing of field operations."
"Okay. But it's going to be dangerous."
"I doubt it'll be the most dangerous situation I've been in. Besides, at the moment you're more of a liability since this is your first mission and I've only just met you. Anyway, we need to think. We can get close enough to Kitzbuhel via aeroplane and parachute in but we'll have to get back here on foot. There's no way an aeroplane large enough to carry a hundred plus people back could get into the airspace, let alone land. It'll be a onetime thing and we'll probably have the Luftwaffe up our asses the entire time," she got up and fetched a map with the same markings as the one in the command tent, laying it out across the table, "now, we have two ways of getting back here. Firstly, we go through Austria and down into Yugoslavia, then try and get a boat across to Italy or we go through Austria into north Italy and come down through there. Either way we're walking through occupied enemy territory." As she spoke she traced possible routes on the map
"Which one would you suggest?" Steve asked, following her finger. Honestly, he was beginning to think this was going to be impossible.
"Coming down through Italy. I've got more friends here than I do in Yugoslavia and if we can get down to Rome I have friends in the Vatican who can get us across the German front line."
"You're going to need food," Peggy said, "and an aeroplane."
"Do you think we can get Stark to fly us in there?" Maria wondered, her fingers tapping lightly on the table.
"Stark?" Steve said.
"He's the best civilian pilot I've ever seen and he might be just crazy enough to get us into Austrian airspace. Plus he's working on new designs for aeroplanes so he can get into the sky without tipping Phillips off," said Peggy, "I'll ask."
"Do that. I'll get ahold of a couple of parachutes and do a little radio broadcasting. If we're making a serious incursion into Austria I need to alert some people who can help us. You," she said, pointing to Steve, "can you go find where they keep the food in the camp. We'll have to liberate a little."
"But that's stealing."
"You're disobeying orders and mounting an unauthorised rescue mission into enemy territory, there's going to be some stealing involved. But either you're not going to come back so you can't be punished or you'll come back a hero and command won't care. Besides, I didn't say steal, I just want you to find out where it is for later." Maria's tone was rather final and all three got up and left the tent to their various tasks.
I apologise for the delay and the length of this (especially the amount stolen from the movie).8/26/2011 #2
(This post is REALLY good so far!! XD I like it but my character is currently in the 107th platoon right now, the same one as Bucky's duh, captured by HYDRA. She's trying to get out obviously but I'm not sure if she'll be able to get out or if she'll just wait till Captain America gets there.)
Mallory looked up at the opening above her; the only way in or out. She was pacing around, tying to think of a way to at least get the guards attention or be able to escape without them noticing.
"I sure hope the Colonel let Steve actually come and rescue us instead of making him do that stupid stage show..." Mallory said herself, her uniform feeling tighter then usual; maybe it was form the tension in the air. Mallory turned her head quickly, hearing one of the platoon soldiers calling her alias/boy's name, Matt. Some of the soldiers were complaining, and it was 'Matts' job to keep the platoon calm and issue orders and strategies in order to give them an upper hand.
"All of you shut up and stop complaining; I know that someone's going to come and save us, so suck it up and wait." She said, the other men making remarks about how they were doomed and how the army didn't give a crap about them. Mallory combed her short hair in frustration; why did they have to get captured so easily?! She always wondered how the team was never able to figure out she was a woman; how she managed to pull it off, she had no idea. Suddenly the metal hatch above them opened as one of the HYDRA men jumped into the pit, the platoon baking a few steps as Mallory/Matt held her ground.
"Another one of you will now be taken in for 'questioning'." The HYDRA soldier said, looking amongst the captured team of soldiers in order to find the next victim. Mallory glared; they had already taken in her friend, James Barnes AKA 'Bucky', but she had heard that he may have escaped; may. The HYDRA soldier grabbed at one of the soldiers, Mallory running at the soldier as she threw a punch, knocking the HYDRA officer to the ground. Suddenly two more HYDRA soldiers jumped into the pit, the two charging at Mallory as she was harshly punched in the stomach and face, knocking her to the ground as well as her arms were restrained.
"Dammit..." Mallory said to herself, being hauled up towards the surface, free from the cell but now going to be tortured rather then interrogated.
(Ummm, I'll need someone to either play as Red Skull or like some HYDRA general or something cause I don't want to talk to myself. LOL XD)8/26/2011 . Edited 8/26/2011 #3
There were many things in live a man could love; women, wine, their country, himself. If given the choice, most people would assume that Johann Schmidt, the undisputed leader of HYDRA itself, would put himself above all else. Most of them would be right. The 'Red Skull' of HYDRA was the true Übermensch - both to himself and to his followers. He was strong, brilliant, ruthless and determined, with no reservations about how radically he had to change the world to rule it. But every man has that one facet that they never show the world - even Schmidt.
The view from his personal lab and office in the HYDRA Alps base was a stunning one. Winter snow and wind created fascinating patterns and dances through the mountain pass that no camera and no artist could ever capture, and in spring, the runoff from the melting mountaintop snow would trickle down and waterfall off the top ledge of his wall window, as if the bleak mountainside room were a cave on some warm island. Schmidt was a hard worker - if he could be getting work done, he would be, and when he finished one task, he'd move on to another.
But when the time came that he just couldn't continue until what was already set in motion played out, and he was alone in the room - no HYDRA soldiers, no Third Reich 'babysitters', and no Dr. Zola - the 'Red Skull' would sit in his chair, turn it to face the window, lean back, and just watch. It was very relaxing, especially when one ran on a schedule as busy as his, to sit back - even just for a few minutes - and let one's mind clear. A clear mind was a focused mind, after all, and a focused mind was his greatest tool.
Johann Schmidt - the 'Red Skull' of HYDRA - took a silent breath and opened his eyes. He wasn't sitting in his office chair. He was sitting in the driver's seat of his personal car, parked half a mile from the HYDRA factory facility in Kitzbuhel. He was returning from correcting a small resistance mishap in Berlin itself - one that had, unfortunately (for the resistance members), required his personal appearance. Such a shame that his own countrymen couldn't see the beauty of his ultimate plan. An even bigger shame that Hitler's so-called SS had been forced to call him to correct their mistake. Oh well. What did he care - he had thousands of HYDRA soldiers who would follow him until death. Hitler and his failings wouldn't matter, soon enough.
He reached up and prodded along the barely visible seam along his jaw. It was more a force of habit, but the mask was indeed slipping, revealing a tiny crack of red. It looked as if he were bleeding from the ear. Silently amused at this misleading image, Schmidt moulded the mask's edge back into place and started his car, continuing the drive to the facility. He parked his vehicle in its designated spot - it's very own garage. Fitting for the car of the Übermensch - and stepped out. He entered the elevator across the garage and rode it up to the second floor, where the facility offices were built.
Around him, massive mechanical parts were in the process of manufacture. Towering pistons and gears and bolts were dragged by on carts or taking up tables, some already outfitted with their beautifully glowing power source, some not. The workers labored on under the threat of instant, vaporizing death and quick replacement, all of them captured Allied forces, German resistance forces, or traitors to the Third Reich who had been 'spared' from the camps. Schmidt glanced around, silently noting the progress of the facility's product, and making a mental note to order Zola to increase the output when the scientist gave his report later that day.
But first, the 'Red Skull' had one more task on his to-do list. While still in Berlin (cleverly infiltrated with loyal HYDRA men), he had received a line about Allied soldiers his soldiers had been 'questioning' at the Kitzbuhel facility in his absence. They'd had little luck so far. That was disappointing. But perhaps Schmidt could 'convince' them to be a little more forthcoming….
((Hope I didn't take too much liberty with his personality....I never read the comics, so I only know the movie Skull, and I have this tendency to give villains at least one non-villanous quality...not that this one helps him much.))8/26/2011 . Edited 8/26/2011 #4
(M'kay, thanks)8/26/2011 #5
(Also letting everyone know, you don't have to make extremely long posts LOL XD)
Mallory was being dragged god know where as she looked around, trying to find Bucky from wherever they were going.
"WHere the hell am I going?!" Mallory exclaimed at the HYDRA soldier, her voice slightly raspy from the punch to the stomach earlier.8/26/2011 #6
We might not have to, but hell if I'd actually get anything done if I don't post massively. This is the secondish part of the uberpost (roughly 2500 words), although edited to work with mallory's posts. It is also filled with gratuitious German which will be translated at the bottom.
I apologise if either of you speak German and my German is horrible, I used Google translate so it's probably off and fanfic.net is probably going to mess it up even more.
They met back at the airstrip as true darkness, not just the darkness caused by the rainclouds hovering overhead all day. Maria had on what appeared to be a modified army uniform and was already wearing her parachute. She looked Steve up and down, taking in the shield with the flag design and sighed.
"Must you take that thing?" she nodded at the shield.
"I'm Captain America," it was stupid and he knew that the bullets bouncing off his shield was a movie effect but it made him more comfortable.
"And if we get captured with that on us, you'll be Captain Dead-merica. It's a bright shiny sign saying 'hi, I'm your enemy, please kill me'. And if you get spotted then so do I and if I'm recognised then I have far worse things than a bullet to the back of the head to look forward too," Maria wouldn't meet his eyes or Peggy's as she said that. Peggy got the implication and winced as Steve looked between the both of them, still unaware, and set down his shield reluctantly. Peggy gave him a small smile and Maria tossed Steve the other parachute and then handed him a second backpack more carefully.
Stark turned up, grinning and announced that he was taking a plane on a flight test. All three of them piled into the plane and waited with bated breath as Stark bulled his way through the soldiers stupid enough to try and question why he was doing a test now. Then he jumped into the cockpit and the engines started in a low roar.
The engine noise got louder, although they were able to hear each other without shouting as Maria went over the plan one last time while they were crossing the Adriatic. Once she'd finished Steve turned to Peggy
"You and Stark are going to be in a lot of trouble when you land." Peggy almost laughed.
"We'll be fine compared to you two," she said, "and make sure you come home safe."
Maria had headed forward and slipped into the co-pilots chair without touching anything on the control panel in front of her.
"So what are we waiting for?" Howard asked, she'd told him there would be a signal over Austria which would tell them that she and Steve had to jump.
"A flare," she said simply. "How are they going to know when to send the flare up?"
"When the anti-aircraft guns start firing."
"Are you crazy?" Howard all but squawked, "you're crazy."
"I'm sure you're a good enough pilot to avoid being hit." Maria smiled at him and Howard calmed down a little.
"Thanks for the warning. But you owe me a drink after this is over."
"I'm being deployed elsewhere shortly after this but if we're both still alive after this mess I'll buy you that drink."
"That could be a real long time, sure you can't find an opening a little earlier in your diary?" Howard grinned at her, the sort of grin that had most women melting. Maria didn't melt (okay so maybe a little bit of her, deep inside, melted, but it was quickly reminded that they were about to jump into the proverbial lion's den and that melting was not conducive to staying alive).
"I have heard of you Mr. Stark, and look out for the flare." With that she left the cockpit and headed back to the main part of the plane.
It wasn't much longer after that little interlude that the anti-aircraft guns did start firing, tiny spots of light flaring hundreds of feet below them spitting metal death and missing as the plane skilfully dodged. Then the night sky was lit up as someone fired a flare into it.
"We're off." Maria called as Steve hauled open the door. They both ran a quick check that the parachute was ready and then Maria plunged out of the door, followed moments later by Steve.
Falling. The wind ripping at her skin, at her clothes. Then she tugged the cord and with a sharp jerk she was floating rather than falling, and all she had to do was worry about getting shot and trying not to land in a tree. She could just about see Steve, which was good, it wouldn't do to lose Captain America.
Landing was somewhat ungainly but both of them missed the trees. Steve managed to land on his feet with only a bit of a stagger, Maria on the other hand came in slightly too fast, hit the ground wrong and ended up rolling down the slope wrapped in her parachute. As she untangled herself from the mess Steve immediately went on guard as the sound of two people approaching could be heard.
"Guten Abend*" one of them called. Steve pulled out his pistol and aimed at the voice.
"Put that away, they're friends." Maria told him sharply, fighting her way completely free and standing up, "schöne Nacht für einen Spaziergang." At her shout the two people came closer, revealing themselves as men.
"Ja, aber es ist ein Monster in den Wäldern, Sie achten sollten aus," one of the men said.
"Ich habe keine Angst vor dem Monster," Maria replied, smiling at the men.
"Und du wirst für ihn bürgen?" one of the men gestured at Steve, who looked worriedly between Maria and the men
"Ja." Maria said shortly. "What are you saying?" Steve asked quietly, he was used to being excluded from conversations but this was dangerous. He had no idea if these men were trustworthy, or even if Maria was trustworthy, so despite her order he hadn't holstered his pistol.
"They're part of the resistance movement, most of that was just codewords to prove that I'm an ally. They're helping us," said Maria.
With Steve sufficiently placated Maria launched into a conversation in quiet, rapid fire German with the two men, which was getting louder and slower so he assumed it was almost over.
"Was machst du denn hier?**"
"Wir sind hier, um HYDRA zerstören." Whatever Maria had said made them both start laughing. She turned back to Steve
"We're going to give them our parachutes so we can go on to the HYDRA facility. They're going to warn their allies in a couple of small villages so we'll have somewhere to bunk for the night once we get out of here. She and Steve began scrunching up the parachutes to hand over to the men, it was an awkward task but they managed it quickly. The parachutes handed over the two men began to move off into the dark, one of them called back to Maria
"Du bist verrückt, und Sie sind beide sterben," he was almost laughing but his eyes looked sober.
"Ja, ich weiß. Es war seine Idee," Maria sounded amused but resigned.
"What did he say?" Steve looked at his companion curiously.
"He said we're crazy and we're both going to die."
They made good time through the forest, Steve was actually fairly surprised that Maria could keep up with him although he wasn't running full out. They slowed to a jog and then to a walk as the lights of the HYDRA facility came into view. The spotlights sweeping the road and the inside of the compound plus the lights from the building made it easily visible against the backdrop of the early morning.
"How are we going to get in?" Maria pondered, scanning the part of the fortress she could see for any ideas.
"The trucks," Steve said. In the distance he could see the faint headlights of a convoy of trucks heading towards the facility, "they'll come past us, we can get on them." Maria's eyes flickered back and forth as she considered the possible dangers and outcomes in relation to the advantages.
They moved towards the edge of the road, crouching to avoid being spotted by any annoyingly observant driver. Fortunately the shadows, the darkness of the night in contrast with the headlights and their dark uniforms easily concealed them as the trucks passed them by.
The cab of the last truck came level with their hideout and Steve left their momentary hiding place first, Maria following him a second later. Both of them ran full tilt towards the tailgate of the passing truck, Steve in the lead – the physical enhancements coming to the fore – though Maria was only trailing a little. He made the jump, hauling himself into the truck and coming face to face with a couple of HYDRA soldiers. Moments later Maria heaved herself into the truck's bed and right into the middle of a fight.
The two soldiers had piled onto Steve and either hadn't noticed their other passenger or had dismissed the smaller and slighter soldier as less of a threat. Maria pulled the wire from the end of her plait and waded into the fight, wrapping it around the neck of one of the soldiers and pulling him back. She was able to turn him away from Steve and kneel on his back, pinning him down before she broke his neck with experienced hands.
She got up off the dead man and looked at Steve, who in turn was staring at her. His man was lying on the floor, bloody and unconscious but still alive. They both froze as they heard the gates close behind them.
"Hurry, we need to change into their clothes," Maria whispered urgently.
"Blend in. That way we don't have to worry about being spotted half so much," with that Maria turned to the corpse and began removing it's clothes, reluctantly Steve did the same until they both had a pile of HYDRA uniform, "now, don't peek," Maria grinned at him as she turned her back fully on him.
It was slightly awkward changing speedily in the back of a van, especially when Steve knew full well that an attractive woman was changing not half a foot behind him. Their backs brushed a couple of times, warm naked skin to skin and Steve fought a blush. He was here to rescue his friends, they were likely to die or be discovered at any time, Maria wasn't flirting with him they were just in an enclosed space and there was Peggy.
The woman in question was hunkered down in the back of a madly tilting aeroplane as Howard Stark ran rings around the Luftwaffe squadron who were, as Maria had put it, 'up their asses'. She'd honestly thought she had a strong stomach before this, but she felt like she was going to be sick. Howard's mad flying, the barking of the Messerschmitt guns and her worry about Steve and Maria balled her stomach up into a writhing mess.
The one sided half of the dogfight was over fairly quickly as they entered back into Italian airspace and somebody had obviously noticed the embattled allied plane as a group of American planes entered the skies. Howard, thankful for the cover, was able to escape the Luftwaffe with only superficial damage.
They landed on the same rudimentary airstrip they'd taken off from, and Peggy would never admit that it took her nearly a quarter of an hour to get out of the aircraft because her legs were shaking so badly. Eventually, leaning half on Howard, she made her way over to one of the chairs in the hangar and accepted a measure of whiskey to calm her down.
"We'll need some liquid courage for when the Colonel finds out just where Rogers and Maria have gone too," Howard smiled.
"I don't think showing up tipsy to the Colonel's little blame party would go over very well," Peggy smiled back anyway, although the whiskey hadn't much soothed her stomach.
"Your funeral. They were both pieces of work though, jumping in behind enemy lines like that," Howard seemed a little distant
"I'm surprised you didn't notice that about Steve before, as for Maria she's one of the few women who are able to fight in any meaningful way so she has to be a piece of work," Peggy took another sip of her whiskey, "I just want them both to get back here safely."
Maria had just finished retying her plait with the garrotte wire and tucking it into the hood of the HYDRA uniform when a HYDRA soldier flipped up the tarp and peered in. Keeping the bodies behind them Steve and Maria hopped out of the truck and nodded smartly at the soldier, who returned it and moved on.
"We need to hide them, we can't raise an alarm this early," Maria murmured, watching the other soldiers moving with a purpose. With Maria acting as lookout Steve moved the bodies to a shadowed side of the building. Turning back to Maria he saw her pull a bottle from her first aid kit, she held it up and he could just make out 'Rubbing alcohol'. She gave both bodies a dash of it and whacked the unconscious man on the head with the barrel of her stolen gun.
"That should keep them out of our hair, they're just a pair of drunk idiots who've jumped off a building in their underpants. Now, we need to get inside there," she gestured to the main building, towering over the rows of tanks and trucks.
"How are we going to do that?" Steve said
"The same way everyone else is Captain, walk in like we belong here."
Two HYDRA soldiers, one a smaller and slighter than the other with a deliberately baggy jacket, made their way to the main facility. It hadn't taken them long to emulate the way the other soldiers were carrying their strangely glowing guns and nobody questioned two more soldiers coming inside the facility.
The HYDRA guard rolled his eyes at the prisoner he was escorting, Herr Schmitt had requested more prisoners for questioning although why they'd decided on the idiot who flung himself at armed guards he didn't quite understand. This one wouldn't know much
"Ich spreche kein Englisch, dummkopf,***" he cuffed the prisoner upside the head.
Two other soldiers were walking the other way, he nodded at them politely and perhaps they might escort the prisoner with him. He really shouldn't be doing this by himself, prisoners were supposed to be escorted by two guards at a time for safety reasons.
He was surprised when one of them broke with his partner to charge at him, knocking him away from the prisoner. Very shortly afterwards he wasn't surprised anymore. Mostly because he was unconscious.
"Hey Mallory," Steve said, getting up again and looking at his friend.
Maria, who hadn't moved, was glad for the eye concealing goggles so Steve couldn't see her rolling her eyes. Why had she agreed to this? Oh yeah, because she was a masochistic idiot.
And, once again, scene.
Translations are here
*"Guten Abend (Good evening)"
"schöne Nacht für einen Spaziergang. (it's a beautiful night for a walk)"
"Ja, aber es ist ein Monster in den Wäldern, Sie achten sollten, (Yes, but there's a monster in the woods, you should watch out)"
"Ich habe keine Angst vor dem Monster, (I'm not afraid of the monster)"
"Und du wirst für ihn bürgen? (And you will vouch for him)"
**"Was machst du denn hier? (What are you doing here?)"
"Wir sind hier, um HYDRA zerstören. (We are here to destroy HYDRA"
"Du bist verrückt, und Sie sind beide sterben, (You're crazy and you're both going to die)"
"Ja, ich weiß. Es war seine Idee, (Yes, I know. It was his idea)"
*** "Ich spreche kein Englisch, dummkopf. (I don't speak English, idiot/blockhead)"
And in case it bears clarification, the HYDRA guard refers to Mallory (the prisoner) as a him because as far as he's aware she is a he.8/26/2011 #7
Mallory was slightly confused, not by the fact that she was being taken prisoner and that she was probably going to be killed, but by the fact that her friend Steve Rogers AKA Captain America just pretty much took out the soldiers restraining her along with woman as they were dressed in HYDRA uniform and all she could say was, "Hey Steve." Mallory felt her head from the guy that had hit her, her head was bleeding slightly, but she would live.
"What are you doing here?" Mallory asked, in an angry voice although she was hugging her best friend and she didn't quite know what she was feeling, happiness or anger; either of the two. "You're here, with another soldier, but only you two are here; are you crazy?!" Mallory said, now pretty scolding her friend, even though he was pretty much stronger then anyone in the facility at the moment. "Anyways," Mallory said as she quickly let go of her friend, the hug feeling slightly awkward with the girl being right next to them, "Do you have a plan? I need to find Bucky before he gets killed and pretty much save our platoon before people find us.
(Yeah, some people can't even tell she's a girl LOL! XD It'll be funny cause at the scene when they have the victory party at the bar, I'm going to reveal her real gender!!!)8/26/2011 #8
The Red Skull was a patient man….when it counted. He would spend month after month setting in motion minuscule little changes that all amounted to one big ultimatum; a well-timed compliment here, the right 'friend' made there, and he had all the funding he ever needed. Waiting twenty minutes for a prisoner delivery when he had other very important tasks to complete did not fall under the scope of his patience. Eyes narrowed, the mastermind of HYDRA turned to look at the only other occupant of the interrogation room, the guard he'd brought with him from one of the stations on the factory floor.
"Gab es eigentlich nicht ein Gefangener hier wartet zum Verhör sein?" He asked slowly. The guard nodded.
""Ja, Herr, war es eigentlich ein Gefangener hier sein."" He replied, glad for the shaded goggles that hid his inability to meet his leader's eyes. The Red Skull frowned.
""Na, wo ist der Gefangene?"" He asked, purposefully thickening the tension in the air. His troops were loyal, yes, but that didn't mean they weren't in need of the occasional reminder of who was in charge. The guard shifted nervously.
""Ich .... Ich weiß nicht, Herr."" He admitted. The Red Skull muttered something just under his breath and moved to the door.
"Ich habe wichtigere Aufgaben zu, als diese zu besuchen." He decreed, barely pausing to open the door. The guard quickly caught it before the handle could smash into the wall. He silently shook his stinging hand, hiding it behind his back when the Red Skull turned to look back at him. "Sie sind entlassen. Zurück zu Ihrem Beitrag." The Red Skull returned to the office level, silently reviewing what still had to be done. He needed to find Dr. Zola, and check on the progress of their resident project. And then increase productivity. They faster the mechanism could be built, the faster they could proceed with his ultimate plan...
The guard nodded, but he didn't move until the Red Skull had disappeared around the corner. The guard sighed and turned around, heading back toward his post on the facility floor. He really needed to consider a career change…He lifted his goggles and rubbed at his eyes. Ugh, those things were supposed to protect his eyesight, not throw it out of whack...
**Translations in order of appearance**
"Was there not supposed to be a prisoner here waiting for interrogation?"
"Yes, sir, there was supposed to be a prisoner here."
"Well, where is the prisoner?"
"I….I do not know, sir."
"I have more important tasks to attend to than this." …. "You are dismissed. Return to your post."8/27/2011 #9
"What do you want to do, Captain?" Mallory asked, using Steve's nickname as she looked at him. Either go save Bucky or gave save the platoon first; it was a tough decision.8/30/2011 #10
(Anyone on?)9/02/2011 #11
(Anyone on?)10/18/2011 #12
((*pops on*))10/19/2011 #13
(Anyone on?)10/29/2011 #14
((Talk about forum tag...))11/01/2011 #15
Katharina was a well-planned and well put together woman. Each step that echoed through the hall from her heels were each calculated carefully, not one step out of place. Some would call her perfect, but she considered herself almost robotic. She had to make her life like a blueprint and follow it exactly, and if one thing through her off, then that plan would be crumpled up and thrown away- and so the planning would start all over again. So far, her night had been uneventful. She had filed a few papers, set up a weapons demonstration, and made sure everything was in working order for her superior, Johann Schmidt.
She knew her job had ended quicker than she had previously thought, and with clipboard clasped firmly in her elegant hands, she headed towards Johann's office for further instruction. She never liked to admit that she was his favorite, in fact, that was the last thing she wanted. Her other self, however, the production adviser and personal assistant of Johann Schmidt, wanted nothing less. She was a driven, organized, powerful individual through his eyes, but really she was overly cautious and a coniving spy. She inhaled forcefully and calmed her nerves as she walked up to the door, pausing as she stopped to knock.
"Sir," she cooly called, awaiting an answer as the last bit of fear finally left her mindframe. "It is Katharina."12/15/2011 #16
Is anyone still going to be on this RP?2/26/2012 #17
Yeah, some people can't even tell she's a girl LOL! XD It'll be funny cause at the scene when they have the victory party at the bar, I'm going to reveal her real gender!!!
Honestly, the reason the guard didn't think she might be female was the he assumed the soldiers would be male since there were laws against women serving in the armed forces. Also it's not really LOL worthy, since if they had realised she was a woman there's a rather large chance she would have been raped and then shot. That's part of what Maria meant when she said 'worse things than a bullet in the back of the head' were waiting for her if she got captured.
Also Angry!Maria is angry. There will be f-bombs. Fortunately she's mostly just pissed at Steve for being stupid.
Maria cleared her throat over this happy reunion. Fortunately by this point the deep breathing and repressing anger were second nature to her so all she felt was the slightly unpleasant buzz of anger mixed with adrenaline.
"Actually, Captain Genius over there just fucked up the only plan we had," Maria spat. "Now, we have to get Herr Unconscious somewhere he can't be seen and pray that nobody noticed that," in her experience large facilities which had major importance to the war always had cameras, backup cameras (HYDRA facilities especially seemed rather enamoured with them) and people watching them who rarely missed big, stupid things like this. She really shouldn't have brought an amateur on a mission like this, now they were both going to die because Captain Bonehead couldn't see the bigger fucking picture for two fucking minutes. "Which, in a facility like this, is about as likely as me sprouting wings and flying away."
Maria looked around, spotting what appeared to be a cleaning cupboard and bent to drag the unconscious guard over. It only took one or two grumbled German swearwords to snap Steve into action, picking the unfortunate soldier up and dumping him in the cupboard. Maria had the presence of mind to bind and gag him before she shut the door.
"We're going to have to move quickly before the nice men with guns that have undoubtedly been sent to find us get here." Maria said, practically growling. It was a strange sound, but then Maria herself was a rather incongruous figure right then.4/19/2012 . Edited 4/19/2012 #18
Mallory turned to Maria, seeing that she was obviously angry.
"Right, let's get to it then." The female soldier said, a determined look on her face.
"Where do we start from here then, Captain?" Mallory asked, turning to Steve.4/20/2012 #19
"Do you remember where the 107th are being held?" Steve said to Mallory, tugging at his ill fitting stolen uniform, "we should break them out first, right?" He looked at Maria for confirmation.
"Makes sense. We get manpower and weapons." Maria said, breathing calm in and anger out until she felt a little less like killing people. "On the other hand, more people means a big commotion," she thought for a moment, "you two go and free the locked up soldiers. Kill them as quietly as possible and don't make a big commotion."
"What are you going to do?" Steve asked. Maria pulled her goggles back down.
"I'm going to go be a good HYDRA soldier, find the biggest thing I can blow up and give you a bit of cover with some chaos. I'll find you later. If a HYDRA soldier talks you just say 'Ja' and salute them." She quickly demonstrated the double fisted HYDRA salute.
"Okay." Steve said, he looked at Mallory as Maria marched off, imitating surprisingly well the precise marching of a real HYDRA soldier. "I hope we see her again, she's the only one who speaks German."4/20/2012 . Edited 4/20/2012 #20
"I hope so too, or else we'll both be in big trouble." Mallory said, laughing a bit. "Come on, they're this way; just stay quiet cause there will be some guards up top." With that, Mallory led Steve to the cells, seeing them walk along the top of the cells, watching the prisoners from down below.
"What do you suggest we do to take them out?" Mallory whispered to Steve, already starting to strategize.4/20/2012 #21
"Knock 'em out?" Steve suggested, remembering the fight outside the base. His man was unconcious but Maria had killed hers without a second thought. He wasn't sure he could do that, even if it was safer, but with his new strength it would be easy to silently snap a soldier's neck from behind. "How many's some? Cause we might have to kill them rather than an out and out brawl. Too much attention, especially near prisoners." That gave him an idea, "hey, if I distract them can you free everybody down there?"4/20/2012 #22
"Yeah, I can do that." Mallory said, nodding her head. They both had to make sure they were quiet and sneaky, or else their whole plan will go to hell and they'll just be killed.
"JUst be careful Steve; we don't want our new hero to get killed, now do we?" Mallory whispered, laughing a bit.4/20/2012 #23
Peggy hadn't slept. The leftover adrenaline from that hair raising plane ride (probably the closest she'd ever come to death) hadn't been helped by Stark's 'liquid courage' and had left her jittery but resolutely awake. Plus the tent felt big and empty with Maria gone. There had been some fuss over Steve's disappearance but the men had been beyond happy with the showgirls and she doubted Colonel Phillips had been overly worried over a 'chorusgirl' missing a show. He was more likely to be worried about the food, ammo and various other supplies that had gone missing earlier that evening. He didn't know yet that Steve's disappearance was linked to Howard's little jaunt which was linked to the disappearing supplies which was linked to one of the best SOE agents dropping into Austria on what was very nearly a suicide mission.
She wondered how Steve was, whether he and Maria had gotten there safely, whether they'd gotten in to HYDRA safely (although that was an oxymoron) and whether they'd saved the prisoners yet.
Yes, Peggy and Maria were sharing a tent by dint of being the only women in camp who weren't show girls.4/20/2012 . Edited 4/20/2012 #24
Maria was used to pretending to be at home in places where she was least likely to be and this was no different. She hadn't needed to speak to anybody yet but if she did she knew from experience they wouldn't catch her out from her German. The goggles made it hard to look around unobtrusively and she didn't want to appear to be gawking. It was easy for her to wend her way into the heart of the building, a massive room filling with glowing blue crystals and tanks which looked pressurised and therefore highly explosive. She didn't have much explosive on her, just what she'd had leftover from the mission and that wasn't much, but it was high quality stuff and if she used it right...chaos would ensue. One thing she did notice was the workers, easily distinguishable from the soldiers by their poor condition and ragged clothes, flinched away from her as if expecting a cuff upside the head or a smack in the face. Other soldiers she could see had done that so she couldn't blame them.
There were a few targets she had marked out by the time she'd completed a sweep of the room. The big pressurised cannisters containing...something, were all connected together. If she blew one it was likely to cause a chain reaction. There wasn't really anything to set on fire, fire was always a useful tool for chaos, but the heavy machinery could cause some serious damage if she blew that, and if she picked the right one she could incapacitate more than one machine with as few injuries as possible. Once explosions started nobody would question her directing the workers outside.
She wished she had some way of communicating with Steve and Mallory to know how they were doing with their rescue mission. It would be pointless to create chaos if they hadn't even reached their intended target yet. Hell, blowing the machines early could cause prisoner security to increase and then she would have screwed up, worse than Steve had. She'd give them ten or fifteen more minutes then set the explosive.
"There can't be that many of them," Steve said, "I don't think they spare many people to guard people in cages. Besides, I've punched out Hitler, I can take out another guy wearing a stupid outfit."
He was right, a lone guard patrolled the upper floor of the prisoner section. Feeling somewhat ridiculous he approached the man, who looked at him and said "Warum bist du so bald zurück?*"
Steve did exactly what Maria had told him to. "Ja," he said, but instead of the HYDRA salute he punched the man in the face. The guard wasn't expecting a fellow HYDRA soldier to be a threat and hadn't shifted his weapon at all so he went down like a felled tree. Steve bent down quickly to relieve him of his weapons and the keys to the cells.
Erm...IDK what Howard's doing, I'll think about that later. Also, somebody might want to message The-Charcoal-Alchemist, because we're gonna need Red Skull soon.4/20/2012 . Edited 4/20/2012 #25
Mallory ran over below, looking at Steve.
"Great job, Captain; pass the keys so we can get these guys out." Mallory said, smirking.5/07/2012 #26
((Sorry for the delay - had to do a quick review of the movie details.))
He was just about to close the hallway lift and head back to the production floor when he heard a smack and a dull thud.
Markus paused, then lowered his hand from the lift panel and stepped out again. He edged down the hallway toward the sound, pausing again when he though he heard more voices - speaking English, if he had his languages straight. Slowly, he began to reach for his weapon. A simple Luger P08, not the unnatural energy weapons Herr Skull ordered them to carry. Perhaps his moral compass was a bit less tilted than the rest of his HYDRA comrades, but vaporizing an enemy like that just didn't seem fair. Laying his finger lightly across the trigger, Markus tiptoed to the corner of the hall, and then stopped. Cautiously, he leaned around the corner.
Up ahead stretched the corridor above the detention hall. Guards patrolled up top rather than below, and at the doors leading into the lower room, to keep prisoners corralled from both sides. Though, most of the prisoners were considered inferior and weak to the HYDRA who guarded them, and patrols were few, and often neglected. Still, it seemed that one guard had been unlucky enough to actually be doing his job, as he was now laid out on the grated floor, unconscious, and with a strange man standing over him.
He had to be an American. His uniform was simple enough (neither Allied military issue nor Axis), but that red, white and blue shield slung along his arm was just too gaudy to be French or British. The German paused, watching as the guard was relieved of his keys and weapon with a bit of a grim smirk. Seems there was about to be a bit of action around here...5/14/2012 #27
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