//------------------------------// // Chapter 3 Victory day // Story: Welcome to the new colossus // by Bronycommander //------------------------------// Chapter 3 Victory Day The next day was quiet, Johann and Dinky quickly befriended Günther, who told him they could call him with his first name or nickname, which was James, due being named after the famous cowboy Jesse James. “So, what about Dinky?” Johann asked him. “I already got that covered. One of my men can take care of her if you want.” “Sounds good to me. What do you say, Dinky?” The filly grinned. “I would like it!” James smiled. “Glad to hear it. Private Jonas!” “Sir!” A soldier saluted him. “You take care of her until Private Bauer returns from work.” The officer ordered with a strict tone. “Jawohl!” As the two men left for work, the private took his helmet and masks off, revealing he was a young man with brown hair and green eyes, smiling at the unicorn. “Hello Dinky, my name is Jonas Walter but Jonas is just fine. What would you like to do?” The filly hadn’t long to think about it. “Well, I like muffins, want to bake some with me?” He grinned. “With pleasure! I love baking with my son.” While they baked, the girl asked, “How long do you know James?” “For a few years now, we got to know each other back in 1955 and are best friends ever since. Couldn’t ask for a better commander, he cares for anyone under his command.” “Yes, he is a very nice person,” Dinky replied, already liking Jonas. After the muffins were done, they both enjoyed them while watching TV. The program was apparently a comedy show, called “Trust in brother”, where the younger brother got scolded by the older one, as he had his second chocolate this week, warned that he will be reported the Youth Health Ministry, if it’s too much, being dishonorable and disgusting, as a good nutrition value for the youth was a matter of state security. Second chocolate in the week? Reported to a ministry? Dinky found that more than a little excessive. The most fuss she'd ever gotten out of her parents was when she'd somehow managed to eat six marshmallow muffins in a contest with Tootsie, and only then it was only because they worried she'd feel sick. Back home, Truffle Shuffle was always overeating but nopony would go so far as to call him dishonorable or disgusting, not even Diamond Tiara in her worst moods. She knew for a fact that Tootsie found him rather cute. “It’s…strange. I mean, what’s wrong about having a single chocolate too much?” She wondered. “I know, it’s a bit exaggerated, with enough exercise, it’s actually not a matter, at least for my son. I and my wife always let him enjoy some candy, still making sure he has enough exercise, that way, it’s balanced.” “Indeed. I and my parents love muffins, but still have enough exercise.” She replied as the next show started. It was called “Blitzmensch”, a TV series, for children where an n Olympic athlete named Dieter Goldblitzer, who was struck by lightning on a Trans-Atlantic Zeppelin flight and as a result, became Blitzmensch, an electricity-themed superhero with powers ranging from electrocuting enemies, super-speed, super-strength, flight, and super-intelligence. Opposing him were a rogues' gallery composed of crude caricatures of symbols of the pre-war America, including Uncle Sam, Colonial soldiers (such as an African-American) and Puritan Pilgrims, a brutish baseball player, a cowboy with a literal cow's head, a mad scientist, and a Liberty Bell-themed boxing villain. It reminded Dinky a bit of the Power Ponies, a team of comic book superheroes who defend the fictional city of Maretropolis. Still, she found it a bit strange that the enemies were things like the statue of liberty, a sight of America. After that, a game show called “German or Else” was shown, where two contestants had to conjugate various words in German, with some of them being unusually long and complex. Winning contestants were given a prize of thousands of Reichsmarks, while losing contestants are publicly condemned to 4 weeks in re-education camps on live Television. If there was ever a time she thought her eyes would resemble those of her mothers, it was now. The filly couldn’t understand how they could forbid the English language and make a game show out of it. To motivate the Americas to learn German? Maybe, but it confused her still. “Why do they such a TV show?” She asked in confusion. “Apart from promoting the eventual Changeover Day, for entertainment value and for indoctrination value. I barely watch it, I mean if German is your first language, what’s the point in watching a show that shows other learning it?” Walter replied. “I see. What to make a surprise for Johann?” The man smiled. “You bet!” Inside Area 52, Bauer was mostly patrolling around the cargo station, everything was quiet. “I have no sympathy for terrorists. How can they promote violence towards us, just because we hold a different point of view?” He overheard a soldier asking his comrade. “They are violent creatures, Karl.” “I think they were born without a moral compass. We are humans too, aren’t we? Violence only begets violence.” “You’re right Karl. Acts of violence are never okay. Never.” “What kind of society would this be if I were to kill anyone who does not subscribe to my viewpoint?” “A war zone Karl. It would be a war zone.” “Makes me sick. By the way, did you apply for the New Orleans assignment?” “I did! Are you going?” “Damn straight!” “Maybe we’ll be in the same death squad?” “I hope so! We work well together, don’t you think?” The soldier named Karl asked with excitement. “I do!” The young man just shook his head, he never understood such people who disliked violence but had no problem to use on others or using other for violence. Also, the mentioning of New Orleans filled him with disgust. Once a major United States port and the largest city and metropolitan area in the state of Louisiana, well known for its distinct French and Spanish Creole architecture, as well as its cross-cultural and multilingual heritage, as well being famous or its cuisine, music (particularly as the birthplace of jazz), and its annual celebrations and festivals, most notably Mardi Gras, dating to French colonial times, it was decimated by the Germans and had been turned into a massive ghetto with a giant solid wall blocking access to the ruined city. But it hadn’t been like this before. Prior to 1952 the city was controlled by the Germans, growing civil unrest led them to desolate the city and transform it into its present, despoiled state, and in the same year, the city was hit by a hurricane called Greta, destroying it. Johann had sympathy for the people who had to live here. Either those who wouldn’t suit into the ideology of the Reich, or those that spoke out, or did not comply with the Regime's ideology, being exiled to massive ghettoes formed out of the ruins of occupied American cities, such as New Orleans to endure systematic purge and genocide. “Johann, your shift has ended, go home.” James tore him out. “Wha-? Oh, it is? Time passes fast.” He quickly replied. “Yes.” They both got into James’ car. “You know, it makes me sad to see what has become of New Orleans. Once such a beautiful city, now a ruin of death. When I was a kid, my parents showed me New Orleans, I always enjoyed trips to it.” The officer told with a sigh. Bauer could only imagine how this all must be for Günther. “I can imagine that this must be not easy for you.” “Yeah, it isn’t. But I will do anything I can to keep you and your daughter safe, Johann. You have my word.” His voice sounded honest. “Really?” Johann asked surprised. “Yes. Dinky kinda reminds me of my son, caring and polite, always ready to help.” It was evening as they arrived in Roswell, the Luftwaffe grunt opened the door, and everything was dark. “Hello?” Johann asked a bit worried. “Surprise!” Dinky yelled as the lights went own, Jonas was holding a plate with muffins. “She wanted to surprise you, Johann.” The private explained. Her stepfather smiled. “And I like it. Do you like to stay too, Erstecommander? Jonas?” “How could I refuse?” James asked. “Count me in,” Jonas added with a smile. For the rest of the evening, the three men and pony enjoyed muffins, told each other jokes and chatted about family and other things. In the next morning, Jonas made some waffles for breakfast, which the young filly enjoyed very much. “They were delicious!” She exclaimed in joy. The man smiled. “Glad to hear it. Say, what about going outside and enjoy the warm weather?” He suggested as the sun shined outside. “Great idea!” Outside, Dinky noticed the citizens had mostly their head lowered in fear, others rather smiled, apparently grateful for the Germans to occupy the US. As he and the German passed by an alleyway, the faint sound of crying greeted her ears from it, “Do you hear that?” She asked her friend who nodded. “Yes, I do. Hello?” He called out in English. “P-please…don’t hurt me… I’m lost… The voice was male and a mix of English and German, being very scared. Jonas couldn’t blame the boy, violators of curfew were at risk of being considered enemy combatants and some soldiers weren’t friendly towards the Americans. “I’m not gonna hurt you, kid.” He lowered his weapon to show he meant no harm. The boy slowly came out, having brown hair and eyes, his yellow sweater and black shorts dirty, hugging the soldier for comfort. “Shh, it’s okay. What’s your name?” Jonas asked. “P-peter. Peter Norris. I live near Papa Joe's All American Diner.” “The Diner? I know that, I live near that too. Follow me.” “Don’t worry, we have you reunited with your mother in no time,” Dinky assured with a smile, the boy looked confused at her. “She’s the daughter of a friend of mine, I take care of her while he is at work.” The soldier quickly explained. Dinky offered a hoof. “You can call me Dinky, Peter.” He hesitated but still smiled as he shook it. “Pleasure to meet you.” The two children then followed the soldier, until the boy pointed to a house. “That’s where I live.” Jonas then used the doorbell. A woman with dark brown with matching eyes opened it, sobbing, then forced a smile, trying to hide it as she looked at the soldier. “Yes?” She asked in German, her accent strong. “Hello, Ma’am, I believe you are looking for your son?” He stepped aside to reveal her son, who looked overjoyed at her. “Mom!” “Peter!” They hugged each other with tears of joy before the mother looked grateful at the German. “Thank you! How can I repay you?” Jonas waved a hand. “There’s no need, I only do what I believe is right.” “Would you like to come in?” She offered. “Thank you, but I’m on duty at the moment, taking care of my friend’s daughter.” The woman looked confused at the unicorn, blinking to check if she saw that right. “It’s a costume, Ms. Norris,” Dinky explained. The mother hesitated before she smiled. “It’s a nice costume. What’s your name?” “You can call me Dinky.” The filly smiled. “Pleasure to meet you, Dinky. You can call me Isabella.” The woman shook her hoof. “Would you like to visit us when you have the time?” The boy suggested, already liking her, seeing the foal as friend. “Sure, why not. Bye!” Dinky and Jonas left, happy that they had helped to reunite a family. The young man showed her the town, then invited her to some ice cream, which she enjoyed. “That was fun!” Dinky exclaimed after having finished her ice cream. “If you don’t mind, Jonas, do you miss your family?” The mask hid any expression but with sadness, he replied, “Yes. But I write them postcards regularly, helps against homesickness. And I promise, I’ll do anything I can to help you.” “Appreciated.” She smiled. During the evening, Johann returned home. “I’m back! How was your day, Dinky?” He asked his daughter who grinned. “Great! I already have a friend!” With that, she told him about Peter. “It makes me happy to hear it that you already have a friend, Dinky. Let’s shall visit him tomorrow, shall we?” “Great idea!” She exclaimed in joy. The young man made pancakes for dinner, having taken some cooking experience from the cakes, the little filly enjoyed it to the fullest. In the next morning, Dinky led her stepfather to her friend’s house, knocking on the door, the young boy opened it. “Dinky! Nice to see you again!” He was happy to see her. “Me too. May I introduce my father Johann to you?” He pointed to him, he smiled at the boy. “Hello, my daughter told me much about you.” He offered his hand, Peter shook it. “Pleasure to meet you.” “Peter, who is it?” his mother asked as he came to the door, forming a smile as she saw Dinky. “Hello, Dinky.” She turned to Johann. “You must be her father.” “Yes, I am, Johann Bauer.” They shook hands. “I’m Isabella. Want to come in?” The mother offered, her guests didn’t refuse. Inside, Dinky and Peter played together, while Isabelle and Johann watched them with smiles. “That’s a very nice costume. I wonder how it’s so well made and, who is her mother if I may I ask?” The man let out a sigh, knowing it wouldn’t be easy to explain. “Dinky, would you please come over here?” “Yes, dad?” She asked, trotting over to him with Peter. “We should tell them.” He said with a neutral expression, she nodded in return. “This might sound very strange but please listen.” The mother and son nodded in response, wondering why. Johann and Dinky told them their story, the family were fascinated yet shocked at what they heard. “Oh my…I’m sorry to hear that, Dinky.” The woman told with sympathy, looking sad at the filly. The boy hugged his friend. “I’m sorry too, a polite and friendly girl like you doesn’t serve to suffer such a terrible thing as this.” “It’s okay Peter, it belongs to the past now.” Dinky gently broke it. “How did you end up in the alleyway?” Bauer asked curiously. With a hint of disgust, Peter replied, “Because of Bobby. He’s a boy in my class who always bullies me for getting the simplest of things wrong. This time, he chased me and beat me up.” Dinky gasped. “That’s awful! In my school, there is a filly named Diamond Tiara who used to be bully other foals but would never do something like this.” “His mother should teach him some manners,” Johann added disgustedly. “Yes, I will talk with his parents as soon as possible. We had planned to go to the diner today, would you like to come too?” Isabella asked. “Sure, why not.” “Count me in!” Dinky grinned, liking the idea. At Papa Joe's All American Diner, the children enjoyed chocolate milkshakes, their parents had strawberry milkshakes. They could tell that this was the beginning of a wonderful friendship. After that, the two children played tag in the grass, with their parents watching them. “I can’t say how happy I am for my son to have Dinky as friend, Peter has not many in his school,” Isabella said to Johann. “Yeah, even one friend can mean much. If you don’t mind, who’s his father?” The woman sighed. “He’s dead. He was killed during a firefight between German troops and insurgents while he was on his way to work shortly before Peter was born a few years ago. That is what I got told official, others say the secret police took him away.” “Sorry to hear that. I know that feeling only too well, having lost my parents to the secret police.” He replied with sympathy. Dinky giggled as a butterfly landed on her nose, interrupting their conversation. The days passed, Dinky and Peter visited each other regularly, the boy and mother also befriended Jonas and Peter. On the morning of the fourth of July, Johann read the newspapers, The Star-Spangled Daily, the official news publication of the American Territories based in Washington D.C. that reported on various topics relevant to the climate of both the Territories and the Greater German Empire. The newspaper was established years before World War II. After the war, the Star-Spangled Daily later became the main news source for Americans. Although it's a newspaper the publication was used by the Germans to spread their ideas and propaganda to the American public. Victory Day parade biggest in history 4 Jul. 1961, Roswell – The Bürgermeister of Roswell said today that the Victory Day parade planned in Roswell would be the biggest in history. Since the city was liberated by our beloved Führer from the oppressive capitalists and dictators in Washington, the city has been celebrating Victory Day every 4th of July, like everyone else across the American Territories. “I usually buy myself one of those salty pretzels and watch the might of our German protectors as they march on by,” said Jack Childress 45-year-old store owner. “I try to get a glimpse of the Panzerhunden, but you got to find a good spot for that with all the people coming out to watch the parade.” “I got free for today, let’s watch the parade, shall we?” Bauer asked with a smile. “I was thinking the same!” His daughter replied with a smile. Outside, The young soldier bought Dinky a pretzel from one of the many stalls, which she enjoyed, carrying her on his shoulders so she could watch the parade, consisting of soldiers marching in formation, it seemed endless. After having finished her meal, she asked her father, “Can I take a look around?” “Sure, just don’t get lost.” “Of course.” Many of the businesses were closed due to the parade, but that didn’t meaned she could take a look around. Right next to her was an American woman and German officer, who leaned against a VW Käfer. “Just listen to that lovely marching beat! I’m so happy you Germans brought some culture to this country, Kommandant Ney…Neydner? Did I pronounce that right? You really must correct me if I didn’t.” The woman said to him. “Oh, j-just a, a bit more practice Fraulein Adler, and you will pass the test on Changeover Day with the highest marks.” The officer replied, a bit caught off guard. “I just couldn’t stand that primitive jungle music they used to play. Jazz and rock-and-roll. Quite ver…ver-shrecklich.” The woman replied with disgust. “Like you would say, right?” “Yes, good, Fräulein Adler. You know, I see great potential in you. Your attitude is impeccable. Adler giggled. “You flatter me, Captain.” “You are a lady deserving of flattering, Fräulein.” The German countered as compliment. “Oh stop! But I wonder one thing, Captain. Why do you tolerate that awful band Die Käfer? Those boys are Englishmen pretending to be German! I even stopped listening to Mozart when I heard he’s not German at all, but some kind of impure Austrian! Now Beethoven, hah! That is…” “Fräulein Adler. May I remind you that the Führer himself is Austrian at birth! And so is my grandmother!” Neydner replied with a voice of anger, furious to be insulted like that. “Oh…Oh…I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean to…” The woman replied scared. “To insult the Führer like that is…It’s outrageous.” “I really didn’t mean to…” “Be quiet, Fräulein! Your name will be reported to my superiors.” The man threatened. “Oh, please no…” The woman cried in fear. “You will be carefully monitored from now on. Do not step out of line or you will face great consequences, do you understand?” The officer asked dark, the woman nodded scared. Before Dinky could think about it, a loud explosion startled her, looking into the sky in awe, as military planes did impressive aerobatics, leaving red, white and black colored smoke behind as they flew past. “Die Bürger of Roswell. Be loyal! Remember to honor Der Liebe Führer today by reading a page from Mein Kampf.” A drone’s speaker echoed in her ears, broadcasting propaganda. The young filly had heard of the book, Johann had told her about it, showing the believes of the Führer. He also told her having read it once, finding it rather boring. She never understood why this book was so important or what was so special about it to read. Next to a Gas station, she saw what seemed to be a bike, composed of a single circular wheel next to two soldiers. “Impressive.” One soldier complimented his comrade. “What’s that?” The other one asked confused. “I noticed the notches on your rifle butt, Volmar. Very impressive number of kills.” “Oh, these aren’t notches. They’re grooves to keep the rifle from slipping out of my hands. My hands get sweaty, it’s a medical condition.” “I get rashes on my feet. Why do they give us wool socks? We’re not in Bavaria any longer, for God’s sake.” “I like it here. Find yourself a cold beer when you are off duty, and you’re all set.” “Hey, why don’t you let me buy you a beer tonight at the pub? They only have tiny American glasses. But we can use the flower cases by the window!” “You’re on.” Dinky suppressed a giggle, Johann and the other humans did also have a drink when work was over, even her father loved it to enjoy a cider after work and on hard school days, she enjoyed to have a cold apple juice. Yet, the mentioning of medical condition reminded her of her mother, missing her but she stayed strong. I have to be strong! For my family. The foal then took notice of two men wearing white robes, a German soldier walked up from behind. “So, Americans, are you going to the concert tonight?” He asked in English. “Oh, Jeb here is. He’s a, a big fan of Die Käfer, ain’t you, Jeb?” One of the men replied. “Their music makes me happy, what’s wrong with that, Wayne?” The other one asked in return. “Nothing wrong with that, Jeb.” “I like your style, Americans. Very good. You’re part of the Reich now. Subjects of the Great Führer. I Hope for your sake you consider the Reich and all its glorious people your own.” The German said to them. “Yes, of course, sir.” “Let me give you some free advice. You’re witnessing a new dawn for America. You have a choice in this new world. Because the time will come when…how do you say? The wheat detaches from the staff? Have you taken your German lessons?” “Ah yes, sir. Mhm.” “Good. You…” The soldier pointed at Jeb. “How do you say ‘Thank you’ in German?” “Oh, of course, sir. Let’s see. It’s…” The American tried to remember. “Yes?” “Dank…dank…” “Yes? Out with it.” “Dank…Dankey?” The American stammered due to his heavy southern accent. “Mein Gott.” The Soldier was disgusted. “Was that alright?” “No, that was terrible! You’re butchering my beautiful language! It’s ‘Danke schön’ verdammt – say it!” The German yelled angry. “Danke Shoon.” “Incorrect! Danke Schön!” “Dankey…Shaun?” “I’ve heard enough. No more.” The German replied unhappy with the result. “Oh, I’m so sorry, sir. I’m still practicing.” The US citizen apologized. “You will practice harder.” “Oh, I will, sir. I’m so sorry.” The two men then entered the gas station as a drone broadcasted the next text. “Die Bürger of Roswell. Be obedient! Die Klansmänner are superior to die Bürger – ordinary citizens like you. Listen to what they say!” Dinky couldn’t understand what was so special about those “clansmen”, they looked like everyone else. The language part was disgusting to her, taking away English and replacing it with German, it was just ridiculous. Learning another language could be hard, she knew that from the lessons in school, was this just another way to see who was suiting enough to be allowed to stay here? “We just got our marriage approved by the Ministry of Family Affairs. A woman cheered as she brought her aunt the news. “Oh, that’s wonderful news! When’s the wedding?” The elderly woman asked in joy. “We haven’t decided on a date yet. But soon. You’re invited of course, auntie.” “Oh, that’s nice, dear. Give my regards to your father when you return to the farm. Oh, and tell him I’m putting some hard working slaves up for auction this week, if he’s interested. There’ll be cocktails.” “I’ll tell him, auntie. Bye Bye now.” “Bye Bye, dear.” Suiting to this conversation the next propaganda broadcast came. “Die Bürger of Roswell. Be observant! If your sklave behaves suspiciously, report him to your nearest officer.” Slavery. That word alone made her shiver in fear and disgust. Slavery was bad and in Equestria, anypony who would do that would receive the highest of punishment, although this crime was very rare. What she also knew, was that the USA had fought against slavery in a civil war, abolished it in the end. And the Reich would reintroduce it, with the Americans being okay with that, had so many forgot their past, or were they too scared to say something against slavery. How could they just let ignore something they had hard fought to abolish it? Without warning, a loud sound filled the air, causing her to jump. It took her a few minutes to realize it was an air raid siren. “What’s going on?” She asked in alert as Johann ran up to her. “Tornado alert! Let’s move!” He replied and they wasted no time, following the evacuations instructions. The crowds of evacuating civilians got tighter, The little filly struggled to keep her father in her view, losing him eventually. She went into an alleyway to avoid the crows trying to get up with an idea how to find him, staying calm, although she knew it would be difficult. Going out would be her death, getting trampled by the crowds. Still, she couldn’t allow staying too far behind. “Dinky, what are you doing here?” A soldier asked as he saw her, she recognized his voice, it was Jonas. “I-I got separated in the crowds.” She replied a bit scared. “Don’t worry, I get you to him.” He picked her gently up, carrying her to a troop transport. Once inside, Dinky asked, “Where are we going?” “To Mesquite, a city in Texas, not far from Roswell. And don’t worry about Johann, we inform him that you are safe” Jonas explained. It was a bit calming for the foal to hear that, knowing she could trust him. And if they went to Mesquite, it was likely Johann would be there too. With a breath of relief, she leaned back into the seat, enjoying the ride. It couldn’t be that bad, maybe, she could take a look at Mesquite as well, but hoped Peter had made it out too. For some reason, the young boy reminded her of her friend Pipsqueak, young, yet politely and always ready to help. Suddenly, a great force hit the transport, strong enough to throw it over, Dinky screamed as Jonas clenched her protectively, getting thrown around before it come to a stop. Both held their heads, moaning and groaning in pain, but were luckily unharmed, climbing out of the troop transport, finding themselves on a road in the desert. “Don’t move!” An English voice sounded from behind, both did as told, Jonas did it only so Dinky wouldn’t be endangered. For some reason, the voice was familiar to her. “Turn around. Slowly.” The voice ordered. Both did as told, seeing a man with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a brown leader jacket with strange nods sticking out. “Blazkowicz?” Dinky asked in confusion, then looked worried at Jonas. “Run.” The American said and the German wasted no time. Dinky and Johann had told him about their previous “adventure” with the man known as “Terror Billy”, he knew that Dinky was safe with him. And he was grateful to be spared. “I guess I just saved you again from the bad guys, Dinky. Nevertheless, it’s nice to see you again.” William smiled at her. While the foal was kinda happy to see him too alive and well, she replied, “Well, not exactly. The soldier wanted to bring me to safety after the tornado alert in Roswell.” The American’s expression went neutral. “I see Hop on, you can explain everything on the way back to HQ.” He pointed to a bike standing next to him, it was the same model she saw at the gas station. After he had helped her up, she saw him holding a small box with a button, pressing it. A loud explosion, startled the filly, turning around in fear. Her eyes went wide in awe, a giant cloud formed like a mushroom could be seeing in the distance where Area 52 was. “Why…Why did you do this?” Dinky asked in shock. Blazkowicz thought to find the right words to explain this. “I know it’s hard to believe Dinky, but it’s for a good cause, liberating America from the Regime.” It took the child a moment to process this, she knew for what he was fighting for but she possible had lost a good friend of hers, making mental prayer if he had been in area 52. “I understand. I just hope nobody innocent died.” “I can assure you, Dinky, no civilians were hurt, a friend of mine evacuated Roswell.” He explained. “Now, hold on tight, this thing is fast.” True to his word, the bike was very was, almost like a rocket, it reminded Dinky a bit of Rainbow Dash as the wind brushed against her fur. They used this to talk about what had happened, she told him what had happened in Equestria, which surprised him a bit. He in return told her what happened after he took care of Deathshead, it was a relief for her that the man who had hurt her was no more and she grinned upon hearing that Anya was pregnant, yet felt sorry that his fight with Deathshead left him paralyzed but he replied it was alright, thanks to the Power Suit he was wearing, the same Caroline had worn, made by the Da'at Yichud. They travelled to Mesquite, Dinky was surprised as B.J. pulled up next to a farm, which had seen better days, the stable and house falling apart, the windows barricaded. The filly spotted a mailbox with the name Blazkowicz next to the gate, realizing this was William’s old home. Before she could ask why he came here, he said, “Just to get something for Anya.” In a neutral voice. The filly didn’t care to know why as he entered the house with him, inside, it looked like a tornado had raged, the furniture was damaged and dirty, like somebody had destroyed it in rage, making it look like the house had been abandoned for decades. The filly found a letter on a commode in which used to be the living room she guessed. Dearest Rip, I hope you’re holding up well and cooperating with our new administration. I must say, things are looking much brighter for us now. Your uncle has been promised a new job by the regime – a janitor at the new SS building in the city center. He’ very excited! It’s a far cry from the machine operator job he used to have before he was fired all those years ago, but it puts bread on the table. So, how’s Zofia? I imagine she’s worried now, considering the circumstance. I hear the Germans have some Issues with the Jews. I bet if she cooperates with them, everything will be okay. Anyway, hope we can visit you this summer! Love, Aunt Wilma Rip and Zofia, Dinky assumed those were William’s parents, she couldn’t help but hope they were alright due to the state of the house as she continued to look around, finding another one on a fallen over piano. Date: May 1949 Herr Rip Blazkowicz, Thank you for expressing your willingness to cooperate with us. The more information you provide is with – Jews and deviants, their location, and so forth – the more “rewards” you will get for showing your loyalty. There may even be a chance to get a new place for you. In the future, I suspect there will be many vacant mansions that need to be occupied by those who are loyal to the Reich. I will look into those “Frank” and “Archibald” characters that were troubling you. Looking forward to hearing from you again, Herr Blazkowicz. Überkommandant Erik Wechsler That alone sounded horrible. Reporting people just because they were different, her father would never report his wife, just because of her eyes. How could somebody do something so terrible? Bang! Dinky startled at the loud shot that had come from upstairs, running upstairs to see if Blazkowicz was hurt. “William, are you alright?” She asked as she entered the bedroom, gasping as she saw the corpse of an elderly man next to him. “Is he…d-dead? Why did you?” she asked in shock, unable to process this. A metallic groaned filled the air. “She’s here.” He mumbled before the celling broke apart by a claw grapping the house, pulling it up into the air, causing both to lose their balance. “Hold in onto something.” William told her as he reached for a hatchet, hitting the claw rapidly until it fell off, causing the house to tilt to the left. “Don’t look down.” He warned as he took out 2 drones with his MP61, she nodded scared, gulping. “William Joseph Blazkowicz. For your crimes, you will be captured, sentenced and punished.” The voice of Frau Engel sounded via loudspeaker as they moved through the partially destroyed house, coming to another claw. Just in the moment Blazkowicz had it destroyed, a third claw got deployed in a partially intact room, together with a Super soldier and ÜberSoldat. Equipping an Assault Rifle with armor piecing rounds, he fired on the jetpack of the Super soldier, the explosion burned the soldier, the robot got caught in the small explosion. With no hostiles left, he took care of the claw. This caused the ground below them to collapse, making them fall, Dinky screamed in fear as Blazkowicz in their freefall wrapped his arms protectively around her. Everything went black as a beam landed on them. Everything ached as she came to, pinned under a beam, not able to feel her legs, hearing faintly voices. “Dinky… hold… alright….” Then she blacked out again. As she regained consciousness, her entire body started to ache greatly but she couldn’t see anything, feeling numb. She felt the same kind of pain when she was Deathshead’s test subject. First, he stabbed her eyes with a scalpel, making her almost blind, barely able to see anything, then her skin burned as if something got fused with her, following by her entire body cramping as if something got injected into her. Back then, she was very relieved that the doctors in Equestria could revert everything and she wasn’t forced to life blind for the rest of her life in a permanent damaged condition. As the pain stopped, the faint sound of an ECG echoed in her ears. Dinky struggled to open her eyes, everything was blurred. Once her vision became clear, she found herself in a hospital room. “Dinky…I was so worried…” The voice of Johann sounded next to her, standing next to her bed, crying tears of joy. “I’m happy to see that our efforts to save you weren’t in vain.” James walked in together with another young man, having green eyes and blonde hair. “May I introduce my son John to you?” “Hello, Dinky.” The young man greeted with a smile. “I owe you something.” Johann said, being grateful for their efforts. James held a hand up. “You owe us nothing, we only did our job and what is right.” Dinky tried to get up but everything felt numb. “I can’t move.” “Don’t worry, you should regain your sense of feeling soon. The fall injured you badly but thanks to Blazkowicz’s actions to protect you, you aren’t paraplegic.” The officer explained. She managed to form a smile. “Glad to hear it. Where is he?” With a hint of regret, he replied, “He got captured by General Engel. His trial is in a couple of weeks.” Before she could think about it or reply, a young voice called out, “Dinky, you’re okay!” It was Peter and his mother, both very happy to see her, the boy was carrying a basket with muffins and a “get well soon” card. “Hello, Peter and thanks for the gift.” It pleased her to see that kind act of her new friend. During her recovery, he visited him regularly, chatting and playing with her but the filly was filled with worry about William, wishing there was something she could do for him, often crying about him, only to be cheered up by Peter. After one week, the television, showed the trial, Blazkowicz was restrained in a straightjacket, brought in on a hand truck into the courtroom, having a bag over his head, Dinky watched nervously with Peter and the others. The judge announced the verdict as the bag was removed. “For theft and destruction of public and private property, aiding the enemy, torture, terrorism, including nuclear, domestic and abroad, and high treason. For gruesome murders that number into the thousands! You have been found guilty Mr. William Joseph Blazkowicz. It is rare, even for a man of my job description, to come face to face with true evil. And it pains me, that the maximum sentence that I can bestow upon you is something as trivial as…death!” The judge pointed his hammer at the American, who had his eyes closed, as if he accepted his fate. “Death, Mr. Blazkowicz. Nothing but swift, sheer death.” The judge brought his hammer down. “Bailiff!” The bag was set over William’s head again, the scene switched to Washington D.C, outside the National Mall, the American brought before Frau Engel and several cameras. “Citizens of the glorious Reich. This is a day of triumph. A week ago, our brave forces captured William Joseph Blazkowicz alive. He was found in a farmhouse outside the city of Dallas, in a swift raid conducted without casualties. And now the dangerous criminal leader will face the justice he denied to all of his countless victims. The glorious Reich will not relent until the war is won!” The general gave a speech, earning cheers. Dinky and Peter closed their eyes as the woman raised a sword to behead him, hugged by their parents for comfort. Frau Engel then held up the head into the camera with an evil grin, before dropping it into a fire below. Blazkowicz was dead and the resistance destroyed. The Reich had won, all hope was destroyed.