Chapter 5: The liberation
Alpara Kolumna: A Reporter's Chronicle (Season 1)
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Chapter 5: The liberation
It’s Monday, just before 3 a.m. Yaaah, mates. I’m just not a morning person, I mean, I’m not one for getting up early. Yesterday, after my chat with Vorneburg, I went to pick up my kit. I was given a cap with the Tiger Duck Club logo and a black combat outfit. It’s a bit creepy how comfortable I feel in this outfit. I only wear this gear to protect myself in battle. Why can’t I feel this comfortable in normal clothes? ...
Never mind. I should be thinking about other things now. So far, I’ve only seen one other person wearing the same gear as me, that duck woman... speaking of ducks. Where is Gernhard, actually? I haven’t seen him yet. Ever since I met him two days ago, a shiver runs down my spine whenever I think about that conversation. He really got me thinking, even though I don’t understand why he threw those things at me when I’m supposed to be joining his squad. I ZIPP
“Good morning, lads! It’s 0300 hours! You know what that means: we’re off! Come to me in front of the armoury, one by one, to collect your kit. Let’s get straight to the situation report...”
...Germany is still divided between Italy and Luxembourg. At 0800, we’ll strike in Baden-Württemberg to cut off their supplies. To do this, meet outside the door at 0500, where vans will already be waiting. If you have any questions, contact your commanders. Rothwer out! ZIPP
After Rothwer has disappeared from the screen, the duck lady comes up to me: “Are you Alpara Kolumna? Gernhard told me about you.” She holds out her hand. Should I hold mine out too? Or does she want something from me? Oh well... a handshake. I shake her hand and she adds: “I’m Isolde. Nice to meet you... We... “ “...TIGER DUCK CLUB TO THE ARMOURY!” comes the announcement over the loudspeaker. I get a pat on the shoulder from behind and realise someone is suddenly standing next to me. It’s Ludwig. Together we make our way to the armoury. I ask Isolde: “Where is Gernhard, Isolde?” and she replies: “He’s looking after the children. We have a strict division of roles. Gernhard is an excellent organiser and a good businessman, but also a terribly poor marksman. That’s my job. We were already married before we joined WarEra. We’re a unit.” We walk down the corridor and stand in front of the armoury wall. Rothwer emerges from the armoury a short while later
“Good morning! As you can see, your squad isn’t quite complete. For organisational reasons, some are still at other locations or carrying out assignments before we set off. Which weapon would you like?” Um… I haven’t given any thought to which weapon I want. I’ve no idea yet… I’ve only been trained on the army’s standard rifle. My close-quarters combat skills leave a lot to be desired. Hmmm... “I’ll take a sniper rifle,” blurts out Isolde, and Ludwig adds: “I’ll take my pistol. I’ve already missed it.” – “And you, Alpara?” asks Rothwer. “Well, if we can manage it and have the capacity, I’ll take a standard army automatic rifle.” Rothwer starts laughing: “Believe me. We’ve got more than enough, soldier!”
We load up the lorries parked next to the pub. The streets are deserted, so we don’t attract any attention. We get into the van and off we go.
“Where are we actually going?” I ask, and the droid called RogerRoger raises a finger and replies: “First we’re heading to our sacred site, as it’s right on our route, and then on to the southern border of Baden-Württemberg, where we’ll meet up with the Italian armed forces.” I press him: “What sort of sacred place is that?” The possum, who calls himself Cut, replies: “That’s where the leading organisations of the uprising gathered back then to form the WarEraDE community. Since then, this place has been our lucky charm.” I nod to the possum. Luck? Have we already reached the point where we’re relying on that?
Once we arrive at the spot, everyone gets out straight away and secures the area. Rothwer calls me over and asks me to follow him. Together we head towards the tree.
“Alpara... you’ve only been with us since yesterday, but I want you to understand right from the start what this place symbolises.” Rothwer walks towards the tree, touches the bark with one hand, and continues: “This place symbolises the rebirth of our country: strong and beautiful. A place where one feels at ease and, above all, where one finds a home. For us, this tree is the symbol of our happiness. As long as it stands, we stand! We need this hope.” Full of hope, Rothwer looks up at the tree. Luck has never been on my side. Lately, though, things have been happening to me that I never would have expected. Perhaps one day I’ll really be able to believe in luck...
The landscape of Baden-Württemberg, stretching out before the Alps in its most unspoilt form, is now set to become a battlefield where the fate of Germany will be decided. The WarEraDE community, led by Rothwer, stands ready to face the Italian Army.
The soldier, sent from Italy to defend Baden-Württemberg, faces off against the WarEra Community’s army in his finest form. Rothwer smiles, clears his throat and shouts: “FIRE!” You can see what happens next in the following images.
Everyone opened fire. But you know how it is. There’s always one person at the party who has to go completely over the top. In this case, though, it didn’t do the party any harm. With the following profound words, “Roger Roger”, we were treated to one of the most fantastic natural spectacles of modern times.
“Brilliant! Vorneburg, there’s no need for you to intervene. We’ve got the enemy army at... you know where. We’re moving straight to Phase 3! Where’s Zockelot?!”
“Here’s President Rothwer and I, with the cavalry in tow, just as you asked.” Rothwer laughs: “It’s going like clockwork!” We swing ourselves onto the horses and line up in a row.
We raise our knives. Rothwer draws his knife and rides past us, his weapon grazing against ours. *CLANG* *CLANG* *CLANG* *CLANG* *CLANG* CLOOOONG
As he does so, Rothwer shouts:
Forward! Forward! You riders of Rothwer!
To grim deeds: fire and battle!
Spears shall shatter, shields shall splinter,
A day of swords, a day of blood, before the sun rises!
Now ride! Ride! Ride to Baden-Württemberg!
DEATH!!!!
The crowd is also shouting: “DEATH!!” and I too shout it out fervently before a horn sounds from somewhere at random and we begin the charge.
After we have ridden back and forth across the enemy lines, Rothwer and the entire army declare victory over the Italians in Baden-Württemberg. Germany is liberated.
To round off the day, we’re all celebrating our victory together at our sacred site. Luck was definitely on our side today! And that was just the beginning!
Thanks to the Community!
@69a8567cc1a99b8fc5cdbdc6 as "Isolde"
@6991214a4bb8ba694ece9f2a as "Millie"
@69a86937ac07f31f07fb47ee as "MaggiTron-E"
@69d8a70d0fda012ada707fea as "Ludwig"
@6976afb9713451d626e54737 as "Cut"
@69a73e201616e100b089d808 as "Primo"
@69762c0ea4c4d66462d1ffba as "Glück"
@69a40bfd53484fd575600c83 as "Heinz"
@69b90fb96843e2268a7c3ff1 as "Sir Zockelot"
@6980849fd18698e481d0c761 as "TimonsElsa"
@69762ff48082b20fde198f7d as "Roger"
@69cac4a1efd1d4e0154a3527 as "Albrecht"
@69a524ca7eba1f779b8760aa as "Henkovich"
@699b5a1508b4a18281166a2c as "DRS"
@69ca7ffd788e5c5a0aabac18 as "Kartoffel"
@69a5cfe665f1b8bd9492123a as "Vorneburg"
@6976313955afed608343674f as President "Rothwer"
@69a6b4620cd7a9a5da78694f as "Revy"
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