Author’s Quick note:
After doing further research I found out that the SS had different names for their ranks. So for now on I shall be referring them as such.
Obersturmbannführer = Regimentskommandeur (von Falst)
Standartenführer = Oberst (Fransheim)
Old chapters will not be edited as of this chapter’s release but I do plan to at some point.
Enjoy.
A pony stumbles out of the forest with a massive blush, embarrassed of being caught.
“Who are you?” Robert said as he lowered his weapon slightly to get a better look at the pony ahead of him. She appeared to be mint green unicorn with a string instrument on each flank.
“Lyra……… Heartstrings……” the pony babbled out as she just stared at him.
“Lyra what are you doing here!” Twilight yelled as her horn’s glow became lighter.
“Hands…..” Lyra moaned and she pointed at Robert’s hands.
“Um… are you ok?” Robert said lowering his weapon and re-holstering it.
“What are they like? Is everything easier with hands? How do I get hands!?” yelled the now jumping mint pony.
“Woh woh who, hold your horses… settle down.” Robert said as he gestured his hands to the ground.
“Twilight! Why didn’t I hear about this? An actual human in Equestria that can also speak Equestrian!” Lyra said with pride.
“Lyra, calm down. Oberst Johansson might answer your questions if you stop for a moment.” Twilight said hoping to
contain the musician.
“You said an actual human who can also speak Equestrian?” Robert said puzzled by that phrase.
“Oh, there’s a couple others in the bushes out there; but they only speak in some other language and tried to shoo me
away.” Lyra said still hopping.
“Really…. Eh…….. Twilight you calm your friend down, I’ll investigate .“Robert ordered and walked out of his tent toward where Lyra pointed.
Robert exited the tent he walked over to his vehicle being sure to keep an eye out for these so-called other humans. Then he spotted what appeared to be a reflection of light briefly to his right so he began walking toward the source indirectly by
heading in an angle.
{Dammit, I think he’s spotted me.} the German soldier in the bush thought as he attempted to crawl back toward the ditch behind him.
Seeing the leaves begin to ruffle Robert turned with his Luger drawn and shouted, “Übergabe! Kommen Sie mit Ihrer Waffe in einfachem Sehvermögen heraus! “(Surrender! Come out with your weapon in plain sight!).
Seeing that his cover was blown the soldier quickly cut a button off his uniform with his knife and stood up.
It is still in German
“Well, hello there.” Robert said sarcastically.
“Heil Hitler!” the SS soldier said with a heel clop and salute.
“Heil Hitler!” Robert returned with the simple raising of his right hand.
“Oberst Johansson, it seems I have finally found you.” the SS soldier said as he fidgeted awkwardly.
“Yes, I see you have….. How did you get here?” Robert said seeing through the nervous recruit’s fabrication.
“There was a…. a lightning storm. So we sent some troops here along with provisions to aid in your investigation of the local populace.” the soldier said unknowingly hinting Robert the SS knew more than they had told him.
“Oh, then where are these SS men?” Robert said as he rose his hands up in a questioning gesture.
“Um, they are stationed at the forest just south of here.” the SS soldier replied.
“Alright then, take me to this base of operations.” Robert said as he pointed south.
“I’m afraid you are not allowed to see the base sir.” the SS soldier replied.
“Soldat, I outrank you. I command you to take me to your base of operations!” Robert yelled at the soldier.
“Sir, I cannot take you there.” the SS soldier sternly returned as he thought { I am not a lowly Soldat, I am a SS-Sturmmann}
“As I said before I demand you show me your base of operations. I am the head officer of the Wehrmacht on this mission with the specific orders to keep up with all aspects of the German interaction with the planet.” Robert said again.
After a few minutes of the two staring at one another, the SS soldier backed down and led the disheveled and angry officer to his HQ.
Back to English and during the above.
“Twilight, he had hands!” Lyra said ecstatically.
“Yes Lyra I know…. Calm down you are blowing this out of proportion.” Twilight said attempting to reason with the jumping pony.
“But Twilight why are you not excited, why aren’t you scanning him or something?” Lyra said quizzically.
“I already picked his brain for information.” Twilight said with a slight giggle at the pun.
“When! You only started following him around the forest, and since then you haven’t been talking in there.” Lyra said as
she held her hooves up trying to walk like a human before falling back to Earth.
“I have had a bit longer time with the Oberst than you know Lyra.” Twilight said in return making Lyra pout.
“Why didn’t you get me then? I am the expert on humans!” Lyra proclaimed.
“For starters, humans were just myths until recently; furthermore the Princess wished to keep him out of the national spotlight for now.” Twilight explained to the mint pony.
“Oh, what is the human world like then! Is it big? Is it cool? Do they have lyres? Is it a boy or girl? What’s with his crazy speech?” Lyra barraged questions at the now overwhelmed purple unicorn.
“Yes, it is huge and fascinating. He’s a boy and he speaks what his home calls ‘German’” Twilight replied attempting to answer all her questions.
“No lyres?” Lyra said worried.
“I don’t know, he’s not a music expert.” Twilight said scratching the back of her head.
“Then what Is he?” Lyra asked again.
“He’s an officer in a ‘Weremach or Weremat or Wheremat’” Twilight said stumbling on the pronunciation.
“Oh so he’s a soldier. Where’s his spear then?” Lyra asked as she gestured with her hoof as if she was controlling a spear with an imaginary hand.
“He uses much more advanced weaponry, but that’s all I can say.” Twilight said receiving a small sigh from Lyra.
German to English again
Meanwhile in the bushes three other SS soldiers radio in to the base that they need to prepare.
After about 15 minutes of walking Robert spoke up again hoping to pry a little more info from the SS soldier walking in front of him.
“So, when did you get in?” Robert asked.
“Umm, about three hour ago sir.” the soldier answered hesitantly.
“Interesting, where were you stationed prior to this?” Robert continued the small talk.
“I was in Germany training for awhile, and then I was moved to Austria. How about you?” the soldier replied.
“Hmmm well I was in the invasion of Poland, Belgium, France, and eventually I was in North Africa for awhile. Then back in France until just a few weeks ago.” Robert replied thinking back on prior years of war.
“Was it fun sir?” the SS soldier said startling Robert.
“Was what fun?” Robert replied perplexed by the question.
“Killing them.” the soldier replied nonchalantly.
“Killing who exactly?” Robert said as he tried to sort out what the man was asking specifically.
“Killing the enemy. Was it fun?” the soldier responded again as he aimed his rifle as if he were in a battle.
“Did I kill, yes. Was it fun, I’m not sure; I wouldn’t say killing anyone is truly ‘fun’. I got relief in the fact they couldn’t kill my
friends, I enjoyed defeating the enemy; getting revenge for my friends was relieving but it didn’t bring them back.” Robert
replied as he thought about his many confirmed kills and old friends who were lost.
“Oh, but wasn’t fun killing all of the lesser peoples.” the soldier continued.
“Lesser peoples? All of you SS have the same problem…..” Robert retorted.
“What is that then sir.” the SS soldier replied annoyed by the prior statement.
“Lesser intelligence, maybe; but even they have guns. I lost many good friends to these so called lesser peoples. We may
be overall smarter, but that doesn’t mean they are all lesser people just because they are being compared to German intellect.” Robert responded arguing his idea.
“Doesn’t that make them lesser people regardless.” the SS man replied.
“No, they may not be as intelligent with technology, but if the Russians were as ‘lesser’ as claimed; why haven’t we been invited to a banquet in Stalin’s bedroom yet…. Hell, I have met ponies here smarter than some of my friends. And last I checked, intergalactic ponies are not Germans…” Robert continued.
“But that’s what we were told sir!” the SS soldier said in defense.
“True, but following anything blindly will never help you in life or win you a war.” Robert replied, quoting his late father.
“Hmph.” the SS soldier said with a shrug.
“What’s your name soldier?” Robert asked.
“Hans Shoerburt, sir.” the soldier replied.
The two men walked shortly more in silence before arriving at a tent with many SS soldier busily moving equipment and crates around. The two entered the tent after dodging a blindly walking soldier with a crate taller than his head. The smell
of gasoline and burnt material filled the air giving Robert a slight headache.
“Heil Hitler!” the soldier yelled as he entered the tent.
“Heil Hitler!” Obersturmbannführer von Falst returned.
“Heil Hitler.” Robert returned in less eccentric tone.
“Welcome to SS Headquarters Oberst Johansson. I am Obersturmbannführer von Falst.”
“What’s the gasoline smell from?” Robert said getting straight to the questioning.
“Just a few Opels dropped off some supplies…” von Falst lied calmly.
“Interesting, what is your orders here?” Robert continued.
“To establish contact with the locals, and arrange diplomatic dealings.” von Falst stated as he pulled out a map from behind a small sack of books.
“Hmmm, where are my troops? I was assured a detachment of around a thousand men upon full German involvement.”
Robert said as he gestured to the SS soldier’s silhouette on the canvas tent.
“Don’t worry Oberst, I do not personally know their arrival date but I can assure you they are on their way.” von Falst
calmly replied while stroking his chin. “So what are the locals like sir?”
“Nice, seem very mixed though in technological advances.” Robert responded hoping to get the officer to slip up somewhere on what the SS really knew.
“How so, Oberst?” von Falst inquired.
“They use candles and electric lighting. They have no automobiles but seem to have oddly constructed zeppelins. Some of their books mention coal ran trains just to start.” Robert responded as he thought back on his brief walkthrough of
Ponyville.
“So these horses are truly sentient?” von Falst asked unknowingly slipping up.
“Yes, they seem on par with the typical German. It’s quite fascinating.“ Robert replied with a grin.
“Fascinating indeed… What proof do you have that these creatures are intelligent?” the Oberst asked in disbelief.
“They fixed my bad knee, where our doctors couldn’t.” Robert said as he moved his once bad knee.
“That’s hardly evidence that they are on par with the master race.” von Falst shot back with great emphasis.
“If you would like, the government could send diplomats. I can take them to the heads of state here in Equestria.
Equestria, is the country we are in at the moment.” Robert responded trying to avoid another confrontation with a diehard
Nazi.
“Good, I shall contact Berlin and they should hopefully be here by the end of the week.” von Falst replied.
“Another lightning storm coming?” Robert asked slightly confused by the statement.
“No, we were able to set up a more consistent power source while you were here.” Obersturmbannführer von Falst answered. “Now I must get back to work sir.”
Robert decided to head out of the tent and head back to his “home” to see what Twilight thought of the meeting’s plan and figure out the mystery egg’s origins.
January 12, 1944 Dregen, German held Austria
A sheet of paper floats off Standartenführer Fransheim’s desk onto to the floor.
“Operation Konig” Troop Report
Presently 3,000 soldiers stationed in Dregen, Germany
25,000 inbound
100,000 requested