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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Oct 25, 2009 14:38:50 GMT -5
I would like to sign up for this battle, although at this time I do not have any NPCs
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Oct 23, 2009 17:04:54 GMT -5
What was this man trying to do? Wiktor could not figure out what this man’s plan was at the moment, but he intended to find out. “Captain, I do not look to the past to decide my actions. I look to the past to keep the memories of the ones I love alive. I look into the future and find many choices, but none of them are due to my memories. I see choices that can result in actions that I do today,” Wiktor replied.
Wiktor positioned another one of his pawns to support the pawn that was threatened by the Captains knight. “I do not know why those other commanders do not play to the fullest. Every day I give all the effort I can. An enemy may look weak, but you should never underestimate them,” Wiktor said as he smiled at Gunther. “But that doesn’t mean you should be unwary. Your opponent can have many tricks and surprises up there sleeve, waiting for you to lose focus and strike like a viper. As for what you are planning, it is simple in my mind. You want to test me and my ability to think on the battlefield. You want to see how I can react to any given situation, and I think that is good. If I was in your place I would not ideally sign someone on to a regiment, I would test them like you.”
Wiktor looked up at the Captain and saw him staring back at him. The Captain seemed to be searching for something inside of him, but Wiktor did not know what. This Captain is a smart one, worthy to lead. “Also I believe you are just trying to get to know me better. We have not met before today, and I believe we both have questions for each other.” I have a lot of questions for this man, he seems very curious to me. But this is not the time to ask them, or the place.
“Your move sir”
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Oct 22, 2009 18:14:47 GMT -5
Wiktors mind was racing, Captain Gunther was from Germany? Of course though, he had pronounced his name correctly, only an Eastern European could have done that. Also his accent was heavy and the name too was probably German in origin. He decided to think on this later, for he knew the Captains intention. He had invited Wiktor to a game of chess, the officer’s game of choice. Captain Gunther was obviously trying to test him in some way. Wiktor knew he had to prove himself now, or Gunther would doubt him in the future, maybe even see him unfit to lead men into combat.
Wiktor moved a pawn forward while he thought this, one directly in front of the Captains. “First of all, I am sorry to hear about the loses you have had Captain, I see that we both have had a time of emotional hardship”, Wiktor replied. “Also I do wish to prove myself as an able commander, you are right there. But, you are wrong where you say I want to achieve this through revenge and hatred. True, I hate the Nazis with my all my life, but I do not let hatred control me. If I did this I would never have passed basic military training, let alone the officer training I have went through to get my rank as Lieutenant."
He’s trying to get me on nerve; I won’t give him the satisfaction he wants. “Also if you believe I hate you for being a German, you are again wrong. I do not hate native born Germans. I only hate the men, who call themselves Nazis, and you are not one, you are an allied soldier. Saying this, I will never look upon you with distaste or disgust. I will look at you like my superior commander, my ally, and my friend.”
Wiktor sat back and tried to read the Captains expression, it was blank. Whatever he was thinking he was keeping it from being shown. All I know is that whatever you’re playing at here, it won’t work. “I believe it’s your move Captain.”
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Oct 22, 2009 15:29:43 GMT -5
Wiktor stepped into the room and glanced around. There were officers and secretary’s milling around, some typing up an order, some talking here and there, and some just looking for a purpose. Some of them looked up as Wiktor entered but quickly went back to whatever they were doing beforehand. Wiktor began approaching the man that was currently stationed at the reception desk, Wiktor might as well see if the man he was meeting was here yet. Wiktor reached the man, whom by name plate on his desk, was a man named Corporal Hanshaw.
Wiktor gave a brief and polite cough to get the Corporal’s attention as he was currently was glued to some papers he was reading. The Corporal turned to his direction, “Hello there sir, what is your business today?” “I am Lieutenant Boguslaw, I am supposed to meet a man named Captain Gunther today,” Wiktor replied. The Corporal glanced at a schedule on a nearby wall and checking the day’s meetings, “A yes, he will be here soon, wait over there please.” Wiktor seemed to hear a little disgust in his voice, but he shrugged it off and moved over to one of the waiting chairs. Deciding not to sit so he could keep his suit as tidy as possible, he began to glance around hoping to spot the Captain.
Wiktor began looking at a painting hung on a nearby wall and was so absorbed into it that he didn’t notice a man approaching until he heard his voice, “Are you Lieutenant Wiktor Boguslaw?” Wiktor spun around and studied the man; he wore a heavily medaled uniform so Wiktor assumed this was indeed Captain Gunther. The man proceeded to talk as Wiktor studied him, “I am Captain Gunther, I don’t think this is the best place to talk, so would you follow me to a better place.” The man began walking toward the place that he indicated and Wiktor followed him down the dim hallway. Officers glanced up at them passing and many of them gave looks of disapproval, but Wiktor simply ignored them. He was used to this kind of attitude to Easter Europeans like himself.
Wiktor followed the Captain into what he guessed was the man office. The man sat down and gestured for Wiktor to do the same. Wiktor seated himself down and smiled at the Captain. “It is a pleasure to meet you Captain Gunther, I have been looking forward to this meeting for a long time, and may I also add I am glad for once to find someone who actually pronounces my name right, may I ask if you are from somewhere near Eastern Europe?” Wiktor began saying to the Captain.
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Post by Wiktor Boguslaw on Oct 21, 2009 18:42:34 GMT -5
Wiktor was finally going to be sent into a new unit. He had been waiting for months for news of this and now it was finally happening. He had been accepted into the 69th armoured regiment, an America based unit. Wiktor didn't know much excpet that the regiment was newly founded and that the commander was a man by the name of Walter Gunther.
Wiktor was due to arrive somewhere around noon at the headquarters of this new regiment, and was immediatly supposed to meet the commander. Wiktor knew he would only have one chance at proving himself in front of his superiors. He also knew that there would be some interfering issues, such as him being Polish. Sad to say many officers and commanders saw foreign Easter Europen's as a threat to there ranks, maybe because of the close proximity to Nazi Germany, Wiktor had no idea.
Wiktor dressed into his finest military uniform and began mentally preparing for the meeting. He never stopped analyzing the encounter even as he stepped onto the roaring Curtiss C-46 that would carry him to his destination. As the plain took off Wiktor glanced outside, praying he would be accepted into this regiment and not having to return to his old base. He was the only one onboard at that time, so he had plenty of time just to relax, although he never fully dropped into a care free state of mind.
At about 1200 hours the plane touched onto the runway and began rolling down the hot asphalt toward the buildings in the distance. The sun shined and a light breeze was blowing as Wiktor stepped of the plane and began casually walking toward the main headquarters. He quickly saluted the gaurd at the gate as he continued to walk. Finally he reached the stone building that was the bases HQ. Wiktor took a deep breath, tidied up his hair with a quick brush of his hand and straightend and smoothed his uniform. Then he opened the door and walked into the building, were the events would decide whether or not he would be joining this regiment and finally have a chance to prove himself in battle.
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