The little chapel
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Kapitan Hernst Richthausen loves his position and his work. Because he is a Grizzly squad commander…
In the dawn of this morning, long time before the sun illuminates the snowy plains of Kernlochdow, his monstrous mount of steel and cannons rumbles over the ruins of Terpilann. The office of Secrets had repeatedly registered active anarchist cells here and now localized it as a headquarter of terrorists apparently financed by Imperial special services. So 230mm mortar shells have disintegrated the houses, as did the 180 mm cannon direct shoots… Flamers and machine guns have cut down everything in streets…
He is surprised by two ducks flying away from the little chapel… It is the only well conserved building left in the town. The 4 Grizzlys, like the knights of the Apocalypse, have sent storms of flame and shrapnels on the little sleeping town…. Now dust, smoke and rare little flames are the only surrounding of the Chapel – the last rest of civilization.
“Bastards of anarchists! Thralls are no more than heretics! We gave them all… Names, identities, jobs, flats, even education. Of course they are no Bauhausers, but they can have all; what would they do in other places, in other corporations ?...”
”You are right, Herr Kapitan”, says Lieutnant Luger, the main turret’s commander, while he’s appearing in the second sas door.
”And now we are here, destroying the work of our ancestors, of our homebuilders… Shame on them, shame on us…”
”Don’t be so worried, Herr Kapitan. The transmission officer reports that the Fifth Pionier Gruppe will be dropped in the area in 2 hours. And Magistrates will arrive with a Kompany from the Order of Fear.”
”Great, Herr Lieutnant, our men need some rest and our armoured vehicles need technical revisions. What is about ammunitions and crews ?”
”Two and Three are fine, mein Herr, like our projection simulation, operational at 68 %, Four suffers from minor hydraulics malfunctions, suicidal attacks from anarchist guards have caused some troubles, too, on close defense armament. Two light injuries.”
Hernst watches the huge, massive and dark form of the second gigantic battle tank, roaring like a giant lion or stormy thunders… Grey-blue clouds erupt from the rear and the fresh, light wind of a venusian plain’s morning brings the smell of the mechanized beast a good hundred meters far…
He is contemplatively turned to his own destrier with its two enormous turrets capable of throwing shells of death, as he listens his Lieutnant finish the debriefing and answers:
“Well, well, well, prisoners will stay under watch of Three, ask to our medical crew to inspect prisoners.”
”I said: Ask, Herr Lieutnant, and I mean right now! Even they deserve to be treated as humans. I am a proud and fierce Officer of the Bauhaus Dragoon. Only Magistrates will give justice to this dogs, not I nor my men.”
”As you command, mein Herr!”
”Thank you, Lieutnant, and please tell my ordonnance to bring my rifle. These ducks would be marvellous for dinner, wont they ?”
Herr Kreuz Von Draken.
Direktor du Bauhaus Palatz.