Weimar Military Facility, Hamburg. Interrogation cells

[Kreuzritter]

Major von Sittlingen blew out a cloud of thick, blue smoke, while leaning on the edge of the table placed inside the small room.

"I wonder what will come out of this," he quietly said to himself before putting his cigarette out in the ashtray behind him.

He sighed. "Nothing you see every day, that's for sure..."

His gaze wandered over to the door, as if he was expecting someone, before it once again settled on the fake mirror in front of him, through which he curiously watched the dimly lit, empty room in which the interrogations would take place.

"They should be here any minute now," he said while glancing down on his watch, crossing his arms in front of his chest and impatiently tapping his foot afterwards.

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[Kreuzritter]

The heavy metal door slid open and a short and slender figure entered the room, saluting the Major.

"Herr Major. Feldwebel Stock, RMSD."

"Feldwebel," Sittlingen replied with a nod. "Are the prisoners ready?"

Stock took his hand down and folded both hands behind his back. "Jawohl Herr Major. We may start with the interrogations when ready."

"Bring the first one in then." Sittlingen looked down on his watch. "I have to depart and take care of other business for now. I expect a full report once you are finished."

The Feldwebel saluted again. "Jawohl Herr Major!"

Major von Sittlingen left the room, hearing the voice of Stock echo as walked through the hallway. "Peter Richard. Bring him in...."

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[[LF]Terrorizer]

The prisoner enter the room with his head held high. He seems to be a littel anxious but he´s trying to keep up his mask of easy-going attitude.
He is a tall blond man with a wide back. His face is weather-beaten with some scars on it. His blue-green eyes makes an attentiv wise impression.

As he noticed the Major seems to relax and a fleeting glance flit over his face.

He look at the Major and nod in his direction and say with a steady voice:
"Guten Tag Herr Major, i hope you didn´t run into much trouble because of me? I hope i could answer your questions to your complete satisfaction!"

Could you please drop my handcuffs this would make our conversation more pleasant for me."

He step in front of the tabel raise his hands and nod in the direction of the handcuffs.

[Kreuzritter]

Sittlingen nods as he passes the man.

"Feldwebel Stock here will take care of you. I have to be in Neu Berlin in a couple of minutes."

He gestures behind him to the man from the RMSD, who in return gives a slight nod.

"You're in good hands....don't worry..."

The Major nods again and makes his way back through the hallway, vanishing out of sight.

Stock folds his hands. "The handcuffs stay on. Sit down."

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[[LF]Terrorizer]

The prisoner lift his right eyebrow and sigh. His eyes are glinting but as quickly the glint appears as fast it vanish.

"If you wish so mein Herr"

He steps one step back from the tabel and sit slowly down on the char behind him.

So Herr Feldwebel if i may ask for a cigarette? That would make a good start for further conversation.

A warm smile is spreading out around the prisoners mouth.

"I would take my own one but my cigaretts were take frome me so i need you to call for this littel favor of good will" say the prisoner truly embarrassed.

[Kreuzritter]

Stock raises his left eyebrow.

"It seems you are under the impression that this is a job interview, ja?"

Walking around the opposite end of the table he places a document in the middle of it.

"The only one asking for something here will be I. Verstanden?"

He removes a pencil from the breast pocket of his uniform and slides it over. "Fill that out."

Code:

First Name:

Last Name:

Date of Birth:

Planet of Origin:

Relatives:
[list]
[*]Parents:
[*]Grandparents:
[*]Siblings:
[*]Wife/Spouse:
[*]Children:
[*]Grandchildren:
[*]Additional relatives:
[/list]

The Feldwebel moves a bit away from the table and adjusts a nearby lamp to shine directly into the eyes of Peter.

"Tell me when you're finished and don't expect any favours from me. You're scum. Scum that betrayed it's own insignificant cause. Whatever the Major may think - he's not here. I'm here. Things will be done my way."

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[Harus]

After a flight from Frankfurt to Hamburg in his BDM Gunboat, Johannes looked around the facility. Many times has he sat in here interrogating homeless criminals, to high ranked enemy officials. He sighed and made his way to where he was told the captive was. Passing by the Herr Major in the halls, giving him a respectful nod.

He stood outside the interrogation room, watching the Feldwebel through the one way glass. He shook his head again. Rookies.... he mumbled to himself. He decided to see where this would lead and pan out to, so he sat and watched for a few more minutes, until he felt that he would need to intervene.

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[[LF]Terrorizer]

The prisoners smile disappears and a cold hard mimic spreads out over his face.

With a cynical intonation he replys:

"So it´s true what the people say over the behavior of the military. Its rude. It seems that the RHA is at least in the right position with that."

The prisoner heave a sight with a shake of his head and pursue:

"All right than we make it your way wich i disagree with... but your rules..." he take a quick look to the mirror and continue "So the Scum that betrayed it's own insignificant cause wich is by the way never been acepted from the authority and wich i now refuse to claim for my own - why dou you think i handel my selfe over? the prisoner shakes his head again "Some times its realy hard to understand you military guys"
The prisoner raised his hands with the cuffs on it take the document with the left and the pencil with the right and begin to write:

First Name: Ralf

Last Name: Richard

Date of Birth: 26.09. 777 AS

Planet of Origin: Leipzig Station

Relatives:

• Parents: Magda und Olaf Richard - both dead
  
• Grandparents: Brunhild and Franz Richard both dead
  
• Siblings: Mathias (47) alive, Helga (38) alive and Rüdiger (31) Richard - dead
  
• Wife/Spouse: Anna Trosky
  
• Children: none
  
• Grandchildren: none
  
• Additional relatives: 3 uncles, 4 aunts
  

Ralf stops to write and dig the pencil and the document back over the tabel. After that he recline and put the hands on his thigh. His eyes formed small apertures.

"Done, mein Herr." he says with a cold voice.

[Kreuzritter]

Stock reaches out for the document and pulls it closer to him, giving it a short look.

"Gut. Very gut."

He procures a pack of cigarettes from the breast pocket of his dark-green uniform and pulls out a single one, teasingly putting it into his mouth before lighting it.

"Very kind of you to provide us with those names. I think I don't have to tell you that their further well-being will depend on your answers here, ja?"

After flashing a mischievous smirk he blows out a large cloud of thick, blue-ish smoke right into the face of his captive.

"Now that we clarified that, please go ahead and tell me more about yourself and your involvement in the Volksrevolution."

The smirk on his face stays while he leans back in his own chair on the opposite end of the table, idle slinging one leg above the other.

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