>>35044401

Now, you move purposefully through the halls of the Academy - already the rumors of your death and resurrection have spread like wildfire, and the other students whisper things like "There he is! Deathless Kraftbohrer!". You ignore the comments as you approach the infimary - but two GUARDS stand at attention at the doorway. It looks like you may not be able to walk in directly, how do you proceed?

>demand entry because you're a hardass
>challenge them to a riddle contest/arm wrestling
>politely ask them to see the crazy girl, Annika
>write in

>>35044401

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>>35044451
>>politely ask them to see the crazy girl, Annika
>politely ask them to see the crazy girl, Annika

>>35044401
YOU GOT THE TITLE RIGHT

HOORAY

Why do you always start these at 3am my time :(

>>35044451
>politely ask them to see the crazy girl, Annika
we have a task of her that is of importance to the reich

>>35044538
>>35044562

Alright, we'll wait another minute or so for other players.

>>35044562

>Why do you always start these at 3am my time :(

I'm American but I try to avoid American posters.

>>35044611
*looks at clock* It's 1pm EST so if you're trying to avoid east coast Americans you're doing a shitty job.

>>35044538
>>35044562

>politely asking it is

"Excuse me - would it possible to visit a student within the infirmary? She's a close friend."

The left guard's eyes flick over to you - "Recruits do not have the clearance. My apologies." The right guard nods and says "Move along."

>Roll a d20 to persuade the guards?
>create a distraction?
>write-in

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>35044725
>>Roll a d20 to persuade the guards?

>>35044611
>I'm American but I try to avoid American posters.
I'm not american but likewise I try to avoid american posters

>>35044725
>>Roll a d20 to persuade the guards?
do we roll now or when the vote is tallied?

>>35044746
>>35044788

We pick the option, then roll. For the sake of moving things along, we'll select persuasion now.

Roll a 1d20+2 (we get a +2 charm bonus for Aryan Purity).

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>35044725
I got this.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>35044805

Rolling for how dickheaded Fritz and Rainer are today.

Rolled 10 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>35044805
My bad new to this.

Rolling!

Rolled 10 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>35044805

>>35044810
>>35044839
>>35044844

>12+2 = 14. good!

You speak up again, not yet ready to admit defeat. "Mein Herren, what are your names?" The left guard sighs and says "Fritz." - the right says "Rainer."

"Gentlemen," you continue, "the girl I need to speak with has information concerning mechanical systems - information that can help defend this Academy from future attack. You both know that the SS have enemies within the Reich - please allow me to protect us all." The guards are surprised at your overtures, but finally, Fritz shrugs.

"Fine then - but all visits here are logged. We make an exception this time." He waves you though, and like that, you are passing through the hall of beds you remember from yesterday morning.

Following the signs to the psych unit, you approach a glass door - unlocked. You step quickly through and find a mostly empty series of patient rooms. Make sense, you think - Aryans do not often succumb to the diseases of the mind.

At the end of the hall, you see a nurse enter a room, so you follow her - and find Annika Diefenbacher strapped to her bed, as wild-eyed as you remember.

"You!" she hisses. "I saw Jozef kill you!" The nurse spins around and sees you as well. Shaking her head, she says "This poor girl is totally insane - but she must have been beautiful before she started living on the grounds. She's been presumed dead for almost 6 months - until now."

Annika starts to laugh and adds "Students can't kill me if they can't find me. Better to kill them before they learn anything dangerous."

The nurse leans to you and says, "This one has been scheduled for "behavioral modification". Make your visit quick - she will be processed before the end of the day." You nod quickly, pretending to understand, and the nurse leaves the room.

Well, do you try to calm Annika down? She's drooling slightly and attempting to rock out of her straps.

>untie her now
>calm her down
>knock her out and carry her to Herr Earnst's killbot?
>write-in

>>35045042
>>knock her out and carry her to Herr Earnst's killbot?
LIKE A TRUE ARYAN MAN

WITH A WENCH ON HIS SHOULDER

Rolled 13 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>35045042
>calm her down

Unless you wish to be "modified" you should come with me. I have an opportunity to facilitate your brilliance rather than cripple it.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>35045042
>calm her down

>>35045042
>calm her down
"If you weren't acting like ten kilos of crazy in a five kilo bag, nobody would be looking for you, Fraulein Diefenbacher."

>>35045089
>>35045150
>>35045165
>>35045178

""If you weren't acting like ten kilos of crazy in a five kilo bag, nobody would be looking for you, Fraulein Diefenbacher."

Her eyes, which had been dancing wildly, suddenly lock onto yours with a steely edge, and her face suddenly collapses into a grim mask. "Crazy?" she whispers. "Crazy? Does this Academy seem sane to you? Students murdering each other, killing for fun? Faculty so busy protecting themselves from being murdered by other faculty to actually teach, and Himmler squatting over all of us like an evil toad? No, this PLACE is CRAZY - not me."

>"Okay. Okay. You might be right. But I need your help."
>"If you insult Glorious Himmler, father of the SS again, I will rearrange your brains with my fists."
>write-in

>>35045277
That doesn't make you any less craxy

>>35045277
>"Okay. Okay. You might be right. But I need your help."
we're nbot going to be able to make this place any less crazy and help our glorious country if we don't do something about it, and running away or acting crazy won't help

>>35045317
>>35045362

Uh, any other suggestions? I'll combine otherwise.

>>35045277
>"Okay. Okay. You might be right. But I need your help."
"You may have a point Fraulein. But still, I need you to cooperate with me. For us to have strength, we must first have unity, yes?"

>>35045317
>>35045362
>>35045507

"Okay. Okay. You may be right. But I need your cooperation. There's a robot in the basement, and I need you to examine it - you're the only one I trust.

>roll dem d20+2's for Annika's reaction.

Rolled 11 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>35045579

Rolled 19 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>35045579
Our cool, collected Aryan disposition will no doubt sway her.

Rolled 11 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>35045579

Rolled 18 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>35045579

>>35045611
>>35045615
>>35045656

>21 out of 20, nice.

Annika seems to actually hear your words this time, and perhaps for the first time, you see the manic glint leave her eyes. Her brows furrow and surprisingly, a slight Bavarian accent seems to creep into her voice. "Fine denn. Untie me and I shall take a look at zis Robot."

The journey back down the Wehrmacht Killbot is uneventful - no one is in the halls at all. Probably everyone is in class, you guess.

At any rate, Annika says nothing at all during this period - just meekly follows you. You're not sure how long she can keep it together, but for the moment, you think she's fairly calm.

Climbing through the wreckage of Herr Earnst's classroom, Annika's face breaks open with a large uneven grin. "Oh. Big and loud, I bet it was." She all but leaps into the innards of the machine, poking wires and somehow finding some machinists' tools buried within the circuitry of the robot - all the while muttering things like "Shoddy wiring, tsk tsk." and "They should have routed power through here instead, the verdammt fools." and other more technical statements that you can't follow.

You tap your foot for a few minutes, and occasionally check the hallway outside, but it seems that Der Headmaster has bought you some time before the rest of the Academy will be alerted to the attack.

Turning, Annika catches you by surprise, grabbing you by the arm. "Here! Look at dis." Dragging you over to a small panel, she depresses a corner and lifts the panel. Underneath is a small plaque that reads.

MODEL 1-A PROTOTYPE
SARATOGA CLASS
02/02/1934

"See? This robot is not German at all - German make, maybe, but the design is all wrong - not efficient, too thick and slow in the wrong places."

------INTELLECT FLASH------

Saratoga Class? But Saratoga is a place in New York, a place in America! But this must mean that the Wehrmacht has been using American designs, or have spies in the American sciences!

--------------------------------

>>35045956
Couldn't the Americans have built and sent a pretend-German robot to promote infighting between SS and Wehrmacht?
Maybe we should ask her to look for more clues regarding the robots origin.

>>35045956

"And another thing!" Annika clambers over some ruined plating toward the neck of the robot, where circuitry has been blackened and blasted by the escape pod's rocket.

"Look here! This circuitry is all melted yes, but here! A short-wave radio antenna - this would have been piped to the pilot's chair for local comms. But Reinholt," she says, turning, "why would you need local comms when you are sending a single robot to attack the facility? It is not enough firepower to kill even you, it seems. This was a test, and one that some other person would have observed. There is a Wehrmacht agent in the Academy!"

A cracked giggle escapes her throat, and she continues - "But we can catch the rat with a little effort!" She doesn't wait for a response before tearing the radio circuitry from the robot, and quickly creating a portable version. "Now we just scan local frequencies, avoid the Reich stations, and...Yes! Listen!"

"Agent Overlook here, report in, Steam Engine. Steam Engine! Report!"

----EQUIPMENT GAINED-----

Wehrmacht Radio Receiver!

---------------------------

Annika's eyes begin to open wider again - the glossy look of a sick animal. "Now we track the scum! Follow the signal strength!"

She begins to laugh wildly and reaches suddenly below her into the machine, murder in her eyes.

>Roll a d20 to react!!!!

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>35046180

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>>35046131

>the paranoia begins

Yes! Yes!

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>35046180

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>35046180

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>35046180
Do not fail us, Aryan reflexes.

Rolled 2 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>35046180
Is it wrong that I find crazy Bavarians sexy?

>>35046204

>16, nice.

Without thinking, you jerk backwards, sliding from the chest of the robot - just barely dodging a spray of machine oil aimed at your eyes.

"FUCK YOU!" Annika calls. "I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE PLANNING. WHERE IS JOZEF, YOU WHORE? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HIM!?"

Well, it seems that Annika's ability to stay focused has limits.

Wat do, /tg/?

>go STURM ARYAN and lay a smack down on this natch
>just subdue and leave tied to the robot
>pretend that you can't see and maybe track her movements?
>forget the psycho, you have a goddamn spy to catch

>>35046325
>>go STURM ARYAN and lay a smack down on this natch
>go STURM ARYAN and lay a smack down on this natch

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>35046325
>just subdue and leave tied to the robot
then we can tell her about how Jozef killed us, and how if she wants to find these spies nad find Jozef, she had best behave, she can be crazy, but not to us

>>35046425
>>35046470

Any other votes? Otherwise we'll just subdue her and leave her tied up.

Nonlethal blows in STURM ARYAN! will be fairly difficult for Reinholt to manage.

>>35046632
Then cast my vote for subdue.

>>35046632
Oh>>35046425 Me renouncing in favor of
>>35046470 This

>>35046632
>leave her tied up.
we can tie her up, then wait for her to calm down before taking her SPAH HUNTING with us

>>35046470
>>35046678
>>35046691

>subdue it is.

You leap the top of the robot's chest, but Annika has already leapt down and is stumbling through the wreckage towards the door.

>chuck a loose metal panel at her
>glorious FLYING EAGLE tackle from the top of the robot
>jump down and chase after her

>>35046742
>>glorious FLYING EAGLE tackle from the top of the robot
because it sounds fabulous

>>35046742
>>glorious FLYING EAGLE tackle from the top of the robot
>glorious FLYING EAGLE tackle from the top of the robot

>>35046771
>>35046794

>good enough for me

Roll those d20's for flying tackle action.

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>35046824

>>35046742
>glorious FLYING EAGLE tackle from the top of the robot
WE SHALL STRIKE FROM ABOVE WITH GRACE AND POWER.

Or bellyflop into the ground, I dunno. But fuck it.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>35046824
dropped your name

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>35046824

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>35046824

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>>35046860

>18

You summon a shred of power from deep within your core, and faint golden light leaks from your pores.

You toss yourself through the air, hearing an eagle's cry distantly, as you do so - Annika won't get far.

-----ACROSS AN OCEAN----

A frail man sits quietly in a bright office - the sun streaming in from several windows around the room.

A dapper man opens a door to the room, shaped to match the wall.

"Mr. President, a moment of your time?" The frail man grins wearily and replies - "Of course, Winston. What can I do for you this morning?" Winston stands at military attention precisely three strides from the ancient desk and with clipped New York tones speaks.

"OSS report, sir. Hitler at it again. But we think we have a new twist to the story, sir. Partei leadership is divided - very divided. We've had limited contact with the Reichsmarshall Goring - the man seems to believe he'll have the best fighting force in the world in five years or less, and he's an ambitious fool to boot."

"All things we know, Winston." the frail man calmly replies.

"Not quite, Mr. President," Winston beams, with a bright smile.

-----------------------------

You come down on Annika with a crashing blow - and standing, you notice that's she knocked out. Probably better for her, honestly.

Grabbing some circuitry, you tie her up rather securely to the leg of the Wehrmacht killbot, and fire up the receiver - it's spy catching time.

Nothing but static. And then "Steam Engine, come in. Academy is not aware of attack. Are you suffering mechanical malfunction? Please report location. Currently in mechanics lab, can provide support. Attack must commence ASAP, please respond."

Shit. He actually announced his location.

>Chase that sumbitch down?

>>35047184
Let the headmaster know and ask that he take Annika somewhere secure, she is very valuable to the Reich, she just needs some time to calm down.

Then chase the sumbitch down.

>>35047184
>>35047260
Supportan' the acquisition of adults to handle the crazed lass. Oh, and chasing that one guy down too I guess.

>>35047184
Request that Annika be reprioritized to be our personal attack dog. Hunt the rat.

>>35047495
thats a good idea

>>35047260
>>35047364

You keep the radio on, but hear nothing but static as you charge up several staircases and past a gaggle of students.

You see Stadtler in the distance at one point, and he calls to you "Reinholt! What's going on?" and you reply, "Lock down the Mechanics lab, bring the Eagles!" He nods quickly, and several Eagle Squadmates jump to their feet. You continue to top floor of the Academy, and reach a large, dark wooden door. The plaque simply reads - "HEADMASTER".

So, you knock.

Surprisingly, Der Headmaster himself opens the door - about six inches. A glowing eye peers around the door jamb.

"Ah, Reinholt. Let me guess - you have examined the robot and are tracking the spy."

"Ja - how did you know?" Der Headmaster laughs at this, winking slowly with his glowing eye.

"You are holding a radio transceiver, Reinholt - and you look like you are about to commit murder. Go then. I will send a team to collect the robot downstairs."

"Wait! Annika Diefenbacher is tied to the robot. She helped me!"

"Did she? Hmm. Perhaps we were wrong to schedule her for incineration. Very well, then." And the door slams shut.

Incineration?

A problem for another day, a colder voice whispers inside you. You turn and dash down two flights of stairs and then along a long hallway, following the signs for the mechanical laboratory.

You turn yet another corner, and find yourself staring at the husks of old cars and engine parts, dangling in the air. The lights are off, and the darkness pools underneath the robotic skeletons.

>creep forwards to hunt the spy
>demand the spy to come out
>write-in?

>>35047495
>>35047527

>I'll work this in, don't worry

>>35047591
>creep forwards to hunt the spy

Yeah, we're wearing a school uniform and I don't think voice acting lessons are part of the glorious Reich's Juvenile education program.

>>35047591
>>creep forwards to hunt the spy
and be ready to turn the lights on

>>35047614
sweet, though I hope you don't put her brain in a robodog, I'd much prefer her Aryan beauty not be tarnished, her mind needs work, but it is nothing that we cannot deal with over time

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>35047638
>>35047646

Looking back down the hallway, you see some Eagle Squad members slinking towards you. You signal silence to them, and then turn into the lab area. Good, you think - the noose is tightening. A shame you don't have your father's Luger.

Roll a d20 for sneaking action! I'm rolling a d20 for what the spy is doing.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>35047698
How good are Eagles at sneaking? Maybe we should have brought some Wolves instead....but then again, we are hunting a Rat.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>35047698
This anons about to collapse for sleep, can't serve the Glorious Reich without being rested properly, so If I do collapse, thanks for the thread Speer.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>35047698

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>35047698
BECOME THE AIR

>>35047717
>>35047725
>>35047741

You crouch and move forwards at a glide - your boots mercifully staying mostly silent as you approach. As you go deeper into the lab, it becomes darker - truly like a rat to work in a place like this.

You sweep under a hanging Volkswagen, and peering, see a man working at a desk, fiddling with some kind of strange pistol. "Verdammte thing!" he curses, as you creep closer. Looking behind you, you see the pale eyes of fellow Eagle Squadmates as they approach, reflecting in the dark.

You're standing about ten feet away from the spy, and he's armed with a strange pistol.

Wat do?

>KIAI AND ATTACK
>creep forward, knock him out
>move Eagle Squadmates in closer to hold him down for interrogation

well?

>>35047880
>creep forward, knock him out

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>35047880
>>move Eagle Squadmates in closer to hold him down for interrogation

It's best to interrogate him for ourselves. After all, we technicaly are children, and the headmaster might not deem it totally necessary to give us all facets of the spy's testimony.

>>35047880
>Volkswagen

THEY WEREN'T VW'S UNTIL AFTER THE WAR

It's name was the Kraft durch Freude-Wagen

>>35047880
>>creep forward with Eagle Squadmates, knock him out

>>35047945

>this is not a historical quest by any means

I panicked and couldn't think of anything else!

>>35047942
>>35047945
>>35047945

So, bring in the squadmates?

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>35047998
Sounds good chief. Time to get acquainted with our fellows anyways.

>>35047998

AAAND

I have to call this thread short. Sorry all.

I can stick around for a very short Q+A but I think it would be best to call it short here.

>>35048152
real life intruding?

thanks for the thread, however short it was

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>35048152
Thanks for running mate. G'luck with the real life stuff.