Racial Purity Part 1

Sofia has arrived.
Sofia arrives from the South.

Nurse? Did someone call? The shout is enough to draw Sofia from her thoughts and send her sprinting nimbly down the road. She moves pretty fast, fortunately. She sticks to buildings and cover, pausing here and again to look around for whomever was calling her. "This had better not be another prank…"

It certainly doesnt look like a prank. While most of the SS are hard at work on new fortifactions, Ewald and perhaps Wagner, are near some of the wounded, a somewhat concerned look on his face. "Oh where is that blasted woman," Ewald hisses under his breath before he finally notices Sofia and waves her over.

Fuchs is, of course, one of the SS hard at work on a trench. Out of the corner of his eye he spots his CO kneeling over another soldier, and stops long enough to stand up fully and watch the goings-on, in case he's needed.

Wagner works on digging the trench. His submachine gun is propped against the trench walls nearby, in easy reach. He glances at Sofia for a moment, his face expressionless, then gets back to digging.

That blasted woman is indeed here. She runs pretty well, given she's a nurse, wearing a dress and lugging along one of those brown bags. Eesh. Wagner gets a glance in turn, as neutral as is given. She shrugs it off before heading over towards Ewald, "Herr?" Even as she speaks to him, Sofia is looking over the wounded.

Shall Ewald pull a Doktor Schmidt and tell her that Herr is too familer and he is to refer to her as Oberscharfuher Baumann? Nah, Ewald isn't that kind of prick. "Nurse… Weir, is it?" he asks. He doesnt wait for her to answer, however, before he continues, "My medic tells me we are having some problems with.. ah.. I believe the word is triage? Heer soldiers whose wounds are not as greivous as some of my men are getting care before those who truely need it."
Wagner gestures in Einar's direction with his shovel. "The vehicle crews will survive with their wounds. The Fuhrer requires working for his soldiers. That schutze in particular, as he is a machine gunner. We are, after all, leading Germany to victory and purging these lands of untermensch," he says.

As if she expected to be allowed to answer. Sofia lifts an eyebrow. "Wait, what? Truly, Oberscharfuher? I haven't" She looks duly concerned, frowning. "All of the men I tend to they are ordered by —" She really does seem surprised. And somewhat bewildered. She's not the only nurse. "Frauline Kohl was supposed to be helping me," Sofia taps her chin. Sigh, no excuses. "I will look into it, but I can assure you that I have been working hard at keeping triage straight." Maybe she's catching the hint now. She does seem apologetic, despite the bewilderment. Oh well, HER triage is just fine. So she thinks.
"They are ordered by who? That rude Feldwebel from the 17th?" Ewald asks, arching an eyebrow, "Let the other nurses handle those the inferior soldiers in the Heer. You are atteched to the SS Liebstandarte Adolf Hitler, the finest examples of Aryan purety in the Fatherland. They deserve your care first- even if sometimes we dont want to listen."

Wagner sets his shovel down and picks up his submachine gun, slinging it behind a shoulder. "We are the spearhead of the German advance, nurse. Do you wish to serve the Fuhrer? Then you will ensure that his fighting men are in the best condition at all times." His voice is almost a growl, "It wouldn't do to have a blunt spear, would it? Are we untermensch?"
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Sofia shakes her head, "No. And I've not seen many other nurses about." That might explain why Sofia's been running all over the place. "Of course they do. I will make sure this won't happen again." She simply lowers her head to Wagner, "Yes, I do. And not at all. You are the furthest thing imagineable from untermensch. Banish that thought." The not wanting to listen provokes a smile that Sofia hides behind a hand over her mouth. "Thank you," She lowers the hand as the smile fades, "For bringing this to my attention however."

Fuchs comes back to the trench, carrying a stack of lumber along with a few others from his SS unit. Walking the boards into the trench with him, he moves toward his shovel until he hears Wagner's words… that's enough to get him to turn and look over the subject of the sharp words, wondering just what it was he had walked into.

Wagner is such a good pit bull. "I just want the best care for my men, Fraulien," Ewald says simply, light blue eyes studying the nurse for a momment before he looks back at the SS wounded, "And you must be the best, if you are attached to our unit, are you not?"

Wagner stares at Sofia for a moment, then climbs out of the trench. "Perhaps you can assist me sometime," Wagner says casually. "We can do Herr Doktor a favor, eh?" Those who have fought with Wagner since the Great War, or have known him since that fateful night in Munich might recognize that certain glint in his eyes.
Wagner of course didn't elaborate on what he has in mind.

"Of course, herr," Sofia smiles understandingly. "And they will have it then." She looks past Ewald's shoulder to peer at the wounded as well. Ah, that pit bull. Sofia's eyebrows lift a little. No, she has not known Wagner that long. Though that glint is mildly unnerving. "Mmm," She doesn't seem to know how to respond to that properly, so she simply nods. "And ah, if I witness… some bad behavior, who should I report to?"

Fuchs turns toward Wagner at this point, and nods once in response. Apparently whatever it was that was left out it something that Fuchs is in for… strangely enough, the Sturmann doesn't bother to reveal anything beyond that. He bends down then, picking up a shovel before speaking up slightly, "I am certain Herr Ewald can easily handle it.", and going back to his game of 'dig the hole'.
Ewald gives Wagner the -look-. Its the 'Stop Creeping Out Our Support Staff' look. He then turns back towards Sofia, a somewhat gentle smile on his face, perhaps to counteract Wagner. "You may report it to me, Fraulien," he says. However, Fuchs HAD to intercede, and the Obersharfuhrer's eyes bug out. "Ah.. What did you just call me, Strumman?" he asks, "Just because we've known each other for many years does not mean you can call me 'Herr Ewald'."
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"Sometimes the words you say and the questions you ask, nurse," Wagner says quietly, considering Sofia for a moment, "could make someone question your loyalty." The Scharfuhrer smirks, "Those overhearing such questions could easily minsunderstand." To Fuchs, he asks, "Have you dug any other foxholes that need to be reinforced?"

"Hmm?" Fuchs looks at Ewald somewhat confused for a moment, as he mentally replays the conversation in his mind. Ugh, he was getting sloppy. Clearing his throat, he stands up straight and answers in the most honest, yet vague, way possible. "Something I should not have, Oberscharfuhrer. I apologize. The late-" He chokes off the excuse that attempted to flow from his lips, and instead, silently waits for the upcoming reprimand. His eyes do find Wagner though, and he gives a quick nod of affirmation before looking back to Ewald, waiting.
Doktor Schmidt has arrived.
Doktor Schmidt arrives from the North.

An eyebrow REALLY lifts at Wagner's comment. "Hmmpf. If something is going on that shouldn't, it needs to be reported," She replies stiffly. Sofia seems unnerved still by the man. Even if she is confident in her loyalty. Creepy fellow. She just lets it at that. "Yes, then. I must ask to talk to you," She seems very uneasy despite Ewald's smile. Something must have gone on. "Later of course. You seem busy here and there are wounded."

"If it is important, please, tell me now, Miss Weir," Ewald says with a little nod of his head, "If you'd like to speak in private, we may do so as well. Otherwise, at your convience then." The NCO does seem to be rather curious about what she's talking about.

Doktor Schmidt walks down the road, tall legs swinging. He spies the gaggle of people near the shallow trench, as well as one of his beloved nurses. Without hesitation the tall surgeons moves closer, moving surprisingly quietly. Maybe he's trying to see if people are saying bad things about him.

Wagner nods to Fuchs, then turns to stare back at Sofia. "What behavior would you find unacceptable, nurse? Is it unacceptable because you have personal qualms, or are you concerned that the Fuhrer would not approve?" He looks at the senior NCO and shrugs, saying, "I'm going to check the other trench, Oberscharfuhrer. Might as well run a telephone line out to there so we won't need to rely on runners."

"I doubt the Fuhrer would approve of it at all," She looks back at Wagner evenly. Sofia shifts her weight. "Especially not while it happens in his hospitals," Cough. She doesn't seem to notice the Doktor approaching as silently as a shark. "Um. Probably in private then," She really seems uneasy whenever the subject comes up. Probably best no one can see her curling her toes in her boots.

"What is happening in hospitals that the Fuhrer does not approve of?" Doktor Schmidt's cold, precise voice comes from a little behind Sofia. His dark eyes move from her to the assembled soldier. He adopts a pompous smile, "I am quite certain that my field hospital not only conforms to, but exceeds every standard of hygiene and efficiency."
Ethical standards are not mentioned.

"Good Day, Herr Doctor," Ewald says, giving the SS madman a polite nod, his own expression rather neutral, "I am sure whatever it is that Miss Wier has to report does not concern the way you run your hospital. You've always had a good operation, ever since Beligum." He gesutures northward, "We can speak up in the command post, if you'd like, Fraulien." Wagner gets a nod, "If you think its feasible. I dont think we will be holding this position for too long."

Wagner nods to Ewald. "Communications will be set up," he says. Wagner nods a greeting to Doktor Schmidt, then turns to Fuchs. "We should locate some bags and fill them with earth to further fortify these positions… maybe a nice pile in front of where the machine gun would be deployed. It wouldn't take much labor, and it'd provide a little more concealment and protection from shrapnel and grenade fragments."

Nyaaaaah! That voice! Sofia really curls up at that. Or at least, she'd like to. She settles for curling her fingers. Cold needles run down her spine and she shakes her head, "No, Herr Doktor. Nothing on that matter at all. You run it so admirably, all the other hospitals must be jealous," Smile. "It's a surprise to see you, I am glad." She seems thoroughly cowed by the Doktor, where she has no issue standing toe to toe with an armed SS man or even riding an armored car through mortar fire. Funny that. "Oh. That is fine, yes."

"Good day, Oberscharfuhrer. Scharfuhrer. Fraulein." Doktor Schmidt peers suspiciously at Sofia. No one is ever glad to see him. Sometimes, people with their guts hanging out really need treatment but… No, one is ever glad to see him. "I hope there is no problem with Fraulein Weir, oberscharfuhrer? If there is some issue of deeper relevance at hand, it might be best if I joined this private conversation." Doktor Schmidt tries to mix in irritation with having to deal with such a trifling matter with suspicion at potentially being left out of it.

Fuchs lets his gaze sweep over the swiftly deteriorating atmosphere before the rescue by Wagner. "Sir." Is his only response, before grabbing up his shovel and swinging his rifle over his shoulder. "Some sand would do better. It can take the impact of shrapnel better than hard earth."
"There is no issue with her, I believe she has seen some sort of misconduct from non-medical personel. Which is why she is reporting it to me," Ewald says simply, before giving the Doktor another nod of his head, "But if it concerns your opereations in anyway, I will pass it on up to you. I wouldn't want to waste your valuble time otherwise."
"Misconduct. Oh no… Someone wasn't breaking the rules of the Geneva convention, were they?" Doktor Schmidt's voice drips with irony. It's clear to see what exactly he thinks about the Geneva convention.

"Even better," Wagner says. "Let's not dig herethis road doesn't need any more holes." He whistles to some passing SS soldiers. "Find some sackswe will need a lot—from some of the homes, and then bring them here for us to fill." Ah, the benefits of command. Now Wagner and Fuchs are free to relax for a moment until the soldiers return. The Scharfuhrer jumps down into the trench and, with his shovel, begins leveling and widening a spot out. "I'll set a radio here," he explains.

What? Sofia was merely being polite. Even though the Doktor might terrify her in ways she's never really been scared, he doesn't deserve bad manners right? "Mmm… Well, it did happen IN the hospital, so I guess— I guess the Doktor has a right to know too," Sofia wants to shiver very much, but she does not. Doktor's comment on the convention causes a blink. She will follow Ewald, whether or not the Doktor does as well.

"In that case, please, come along as well, Herr Doktor," Ewald says with a little nod of his head before he starts towards the north, reshouldering his scoped rifle in the process.

"I see. Well, better get going then." Dr Schmidt doesn't seem thoroughly displeased, as this gives him a reason to leave the dirty and muddy construction site.

«Game» Ewald moves into Building.
«Game» Sofia moves into Building.
«Game» Doktor Schmidt moves into Building.

Ewald moves into the building that serving right now a makeshift command center. Really, it was the nicest one they could find on the block and it hasn't been too damaged by fleeing Poles. The SS man, of course, holds open the door for both Sofia and the 'Good' Doktor before leading them towards what passes for an office these days- A ransacked room with a desk.

Following Ewald, it's Sofia. Boy, she's certainly a mover and shaker these days. "Thank you," Sofia murmurs as the door is held in front of her. She's still uneasy, but what can one do? She keeps her green eyes narrowed a bit, perhaps thinking.

Doktor Schmidt walzes past Ewald without a word, his expression revealing that it was only what he expected. He moves to lounge near one of the walls, /almost touching/ on it. But no, the Doktor is not a leaner - he stands, back ramrod straight, next to it, dark eyes slowly moving from Sofia to Ewald.

Now that they're 'alone' as it were, Ewald turns towards the nurse, "Please, Miss Weir," he says with a little nod of his head, "What is it you wish to report?"

Betrayer. Betrayer. The word rings in Sofia's thoughts. She closes her eyes. Whatever it is, it's deeply troubling. Guilt. Judas! They trusted you… It is the most painful wound of all, despite her loyalties. Sofia bites her lower lip rather hard, "Ah… Herr, I am afraid that perhaps I am a bit prudish, but there have been … naughty things going on in the hospital. I guess Herr Bastian could not wait much, but I felt loving someone behind the medicine cabinet was well, inappropriate." Details, Sofia. She's almost shaking. "They were ah, y'know … with their mouths and…" Sofia is trying to word this as delicately as possible. "But I was in the room tending to patients while they …" Got their groove on? Too bad it's a few years too early for that.

Doktor Schmidt's eyes narrow. His voice is cold as ice, as he speaks, "If this was Fraulein Kohl that he was fooling around with, then I am very, very displeased." He corrects his round spectacles, pale lips a thin, bloodless line. "Fraulein Kohl was expressly told that she did not have the permission to procreate, associate intimately with any of the soldiers, or marry before her race status had been verified by the Reichskanzlerie. I also told her explicitly that she did not have my permission to marry this Bastian." His voice is quite cold, but his dark eyes twinkle like little pieces of frozen black ice.

Ewald actully seems amused by this, a little smirk crossing his lips. Ah soldiers. Still, it a serious matter and he grows serious. "This is Bastian Hertz, you are talking about yes?" Oh, this really is a dream come true for Ewald.

Guilt tears away at one far more well than any blade. It rips away at the thoughts, once reinforced with iron. Sofia winces at all of this. "She only mentioned that you were delaying it…" Though yes, Sofia does nod. It is the same. "I am not sure they um, y'know." She presses her fingertips together. "But there was some snogging going on, a lot. I was very busy though, working on shift." Her breathing is uneven. "Ah, I think they were taking her to Berlin to meet his family while that worked out." By now, Sofia's near ready to just bolt for the door and hide. She nods towarsd Ewald. "Yes, herr… I felt it odd they did such in a room full of wounded men and with me on shift."

"Well, I don't think it is odd at all. I believe that it has been firmly established that intelligence is not a trait that either possesses in great abundance. I /despise/ romantics." Doktor Schmidt's voice is heavy with distaste. He turns to Ewald, frowning, "This is a very serious matter, Oberscharfuhrer. The purity of the race may be at stake. I strongly suggest that either, or both of them are sterilized if they cannot stay apart from each other." He adds, after a moment, "Chemically."

The stocky Southlander meanders up from the southern city, massive cannon shouldered as he trudges through the street. He strolls, perhaps not entirely aware of where he's at or just entirely at ease with the idea of being in enemy territory on a search and destroy operation. He parks himself on a cottage porch and begins field cleaning his AT rifle.
Riechter is that Southlander.

"Schutze Schollenschein would be able to back up my story, I think they were still at it when he was nearby," Sofia sighs. In front of an SS soldier? "When he came by to pick up some disinfectant for a medic." The Doktor's decision causes a lead weight to sink in her stomach. But she says nothing, seeming to distance herself from it. It's what she was supposed to do right? For Germany? Shiver. Sofia is not part of the Bastian fiasco, but she is all too aware perhaps, of what would happen if this came out on its own. "But that is — about it, I just felt it incredibly inappropriate."

Doktor Schmidt nods stiffly to Ewald. He smiles, after a moment, a rather ghastly sight, "Herr Oberscharfuhrer, we have seen quite a few things, have we not? I remember, that during the Great War the men were very eager to keep discpline themselves, without unduely bothering the officers about it; even men of different units. I know, because sometimes I was called in to see to people who had suffered… Interesting accidents." The smile fades away, leaving behind it an ugly blankness, "I do not approve of soldiers distracting my nursing staff with this kind of foolishness, and fouling the sanctity of my hospital. Quite intolerable. I am sure that Herr Hertz could benefit from a lesson in manners, just between… Friends, of course."
Doktor Schmidt adds, "I will naturally discipline the nurse myself." From his cold smile, that's not likely to be pleasant, either.

"Of coure, Herr Doktor. Hertz has been need in such a lesson for a while now," Ewald says with a little nod of his head, "And its something thats been discussed." Ewald then turns back towards Sofia, a suprisingly gentle smile on his face, "Thank you very much, Fraulein. It is important you report any future.. ah.. indiscressions you might witness to either the Doktor or myself. You've done well."

Rationalization will save one for a time. What if they had gotten caught? What if a child got involved? It would be even worse. Right? It's hard to imagine anything the Doktor has in mind, because it is simply too awful. Any coherent thought is lost in horror. She lets a breath out that she's held for a moment. It is off her shoulders, at least no? She simply smiles feebly back at Ewald. "Yes, Herr Oberscharfuhrer," she nods. She seems eager to scamper out of the office, but waits patiently for the moment.
Riechter wipes clean the firing pin of his Solothurn and replaces it carefully. Idly, he glances at the overtaken homestead being used as a field command office a moment and then goes about checking his load. There is a notable frown on his face as he sees a deficiency in his clip. Three fresh rounds are plucked from his ammo pouch and fed into the clip. Satisfied, he grunts and replaces it in the weapon.

"Yes, very good of you, Fraulein Weir. Run along now." Doktor Schmidt offers something like a paternal smile at Sofia, slightly spoiled by the fact that his face wasn't designed for smiling. He settles for something easier; a sneer, "Always, people must be reminded of the true purpose of their actions. They feel too easily, that it is their enjoyment, their little lives that matter. But it is not! Not even my life, my work, or yours, oberscharfuhrer. It is the destiny of the whole race, and the future of this world that we fight for. Everything else is… Details. I feel I should probably adress the men, soon, to make sure that they are not losing sight of things. Give them a lecture on the purpose of the Reich, of this war."
"That would perhaps be a good idea," Ewald says quietly, "The men could certainly use a reminder. At least the Heer could. I have seen nothing but the best from the SS." He smirks a little bit, before giving Sofia a little nod, "If you will excuse me now, Herr Doktor and Miss Weir, I have fortifactions to oversee."

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