Stupid Luck and Happenstance, Thread II

"Responsibility is on road users at all times to be able to react. Even if you could not reasonably react, you still hit the individual and thus the court finds in favour of damages to the plaintiff."

She hit him. In a civil suit, that is all that matters. Judge might choose to not award punitive damages, but they will award damages.

Hell, even if Mithras is only coming away from this with a broken arm, is found out, and is sent to prison. He could still sue Aurora for damages, and most likely win the case.
No, Rinasoir, that's not necessarily how it works. Seriously.

There is something called here in America called "Contributory Negligence", so if you step out into the street without making sure that there is no traffic coming and you get hit, "it's your own damn fault, you big stupid!" A jury gets to decide your level of negligence and that is "deducted" from the other person's (or company) level of culpability. "Because you did this, you are found to be 80% negligent" means the other side is adjudged to be only 20% responsible, and any monetary judgements are based on the level. In one case I know of, the respondent found only 20% negligent sued the other party for legal fees & won! Isn't American civil law wonderful? And in most cases the civil laws vary to one extent or anther depending on the 50 different states! Crazy!!

But please don't presume laws here in America - especially civil laws - are the same in the German Empire, this timeline or P-M's! Here in the States, one can sue for damages even though the accident was their fault - but German civil laws are different, and likely as unlike American civil law as possible. American civil law (and some criminal law) is based on old English Common Law. Not German Common Law (IDK what form that takes). But German civil laws are more likely based on laws & customs dating from the Holy Roman Empire than from English Common Law. So a comparison of German civil law & remedies vs US civil law & remedies is kinda doing an "orange vs. avocado" comparison, IMHO.

P-M wrote, "He wasn’t paying attention when he stepped out into the street against the light and the only warning that he had was the squeal of tires on pavement as a car tried to stop before it hit him. That right there stops ANY criminal investigation in it's inception. If Aurora was trying to kill him, it's 100% more likely that she'd be accelerating before hitting him.

So, very little civil responsibility attaches to someone else if a fool does foolish things and gets sent to hospital. Or in Mithra's case, unfortunately not to the Undertaker (Downunder's Funeral Parlor; "You down 'em, we'll under 'em!").

And a defense based on the reflex time needed to react IS a great defense, since it's scientifically well established that human mental reaction time takes at least 0.05 to 0.78 seconds, and muscular reaction time, .20 to .29 seconds, so between 0.75 and 1.07 seconds will elapse before any possible action to, say, step on the break pedal, could possibly occur. Even in a car traveling 5-10 MPH

Then there is the distance needed to stop that vehicle, which vary to many factors. However, we're loosing sight of the apple.

A person blindly stepping out into the street like Mithras did is the only person responsible if all other factors are even. Aurora did not attempt to assassinate Mithras! His injuries are strictly a result of Mithras' own stupidity and negligence. I'm kinda sorry it wasn't his death, but Aurora doesn't need the mental trauma caused to most people by having killed someone. It sucks, even if you're in the military (USMC) and are trained, indoctrinated, & encouraged to want to kill other people (those enemy guys there), and then have to do it.

A group (Russian women, maybe) talking about it and then doing it are 2 different things, and mentally/emotionally surviving after killing another human being isn't all that easy (for most of us) unless maybe you're a psychopath.

Since Aurora's hitting Mithras was an accident (and P-M says it was an accident), she truly bears no legal or social burden.

OTOH, if Aurora had hit him on purpose, a halfway decent lawyer worth his/her salt would chew up the prosecution's case.
 
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This is when Kiki needs to go and see Kat with the other two in tow.
There will be a lecture about chain of evidence from Kat, and there will be a big lecture from Maria for Zella about investigative journalism before, once it's tidied up and is made libel proof, it's printed and Zella is assigned an experienced investigative journalist as a mentor.

Give it a few years of personal and professional growth from Zella and we'll be hearing about her breaking a major scandal herself.
 
Tempelhof, Berlin

When Kiki found out about what had happened in Wedding, she was horrified by what they had done. Then she saw the evidence that they had gathered, and then things really went sideways. The stack of hundred Reichsmarks notes and the photographs didn’t get the reaction that Aurora might have hoped for. Instead, she took one look at the photograph of Mithras with the swell who had given him the envelope and she went entirely still, then she saw the money. Minutes later, Kiki was pacing around the room. Aurora realized that this was the angriest that she had ever seen Kiki.

“You know who that man with Mithras is?” Aurora asked.

“Yes” Kiki snapped, “And that money, it belongs to my family.”

“What does Jack Kennedy have to do with any of this?” Zella asked and immediately got the stink eye from Kiki.

“Who the Hell is Jack Kennedy?” Kiki demanded.

“He’s a friend of Tante Kat” Aurora said.

“I have no idea how he fits in with all of this” Kiki said then she paused for a minute, “Don’t you two get the danger you have put yourselves in? You could go to jail if anyone ever finds out how you got that envelope and Mithras himself is going to be looking for it.”

“That man has tried to kill you twice” Zella said, “My only regret is that Aurora didn’t back over him.”

“Zella!” Aurora yelled, she felt bad enough about putting him in the hospital with a bad concussion and broken ribs. Having to live with killing him… That would be awful.
Tempelhof, Berlin

When Kiki found out about what had happened in Wedding, she was horrified by what they had done. Then she saw the evidence that they had gathered, and then things really went sideways. The stack of hundred Reichsmarks notes and the photographs didn’t get the reaction that Aurora might have hoped for. Instead, she took one look at the photograph of Mithras with the swell who had given him the envelope and she went entirely still, then she saw the money. Minutes later, Kiki was pacing around the room. Aurora realized that this was the angriest that she had ever seen Kiki.

“You know who that man with Mithras is?” Aurora asked.

“Yes” Kiki snapped, “And that money, it belongs to my family.”

“What does Jack Kennedy have to do with any of this?” Zella asked and immediately got the stink eye from Kiki.

“Who the Hell is Jack Kennedy?” Kiki demanded.

“He’s a friend of Tante Kat” Aurora said.

“I have no idea how he fits in with all of this” Kiki said then she paused for a minute, “Don’t you two get the danger you have put yourselves in? You could go to jail if anyone ever finds out how you got that envelope and Mithras himself is going to be looking for it.”

“That man has tried to kill you twice” Zella said, “My only regret is that Aurora didn’t back over him.”

“Zella!” Aurora yelled, she felt bad enough about putting him in the hospital with a bad concussion and broken ribs. Having to live with killing him… That would be awful.
Better call aunt Kat
 
So, is M16 trying to undermine the Kaiser by using Kennedy as a middleman?
More like Kat is using Jack as the auditor of the Hohenzollern Trust, after all he helped her launder her old man's ill-gotten gains.
von Papen gave the photo of Jack & the cash to Mithras, who was supposed to either bribe or, more likely, kill Jack.
 
100 Reichsmark notes would not be traceable at all unless requested previously. Germany is a cash country and even 1000 DM notes could be had in the 80s just by walking into a bank and demanding it (of course you needed the amount on your account in the first place).
 
100 Reichsmark notes would not be traceable at all unless requested previously. Germany is a cash country and even 1000 DM notes could be had in the 80s just by walking into a bank and demanding it (of course you needed the amount on your account in the first place).
Love the qualifier at the end... otherwise said demand could engender a less than optimal response from the other parties involved in the transaction.
 
More like Kat is using Jack as the auditor of the Hohenzollern Trust, after all he helped her launder her old man's ill-gotten gains.
von Papen gave the photo of Jack & the cash to Mithras, who was supposed to either bribe or, more likely, kill Jack.
Ah, I misunderstood that scene. Had forgotten that Jack was the auditor. The rat is starting to feel the pressure and is getting sloppy.
 
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Ladies is time to bring the evidence to Tante Kat and watch her go trough the int agencies and the trust with the emperors blessing.
The poor guy may just have an heart atack is daughter has been spying on her own time a man that has tried to kill her twice.
 
And a small TTL history. Lothar de Maiziere was often dubbed Lothar die Misere (Lothar the misery) as he was absolutely helpless in his role.
 
Chapter One Thousand Six Hundred Sixteen

“Look who I found” Jo exclaimed as Suse found herself standing in front of Ria and a woman who looked about a decade older than her.

“This is my Aunt Sigi, the first woman in outer space” Ria said.

Looking at Sigi, Suse realized that she looked a lot like Ria’s father. “Another Princess?” She asked.

Ria and Sigi just laughed.

“I’m no Princess” Sigi said, “My father just happens to be Ria’s grandfather is all.”

That wasn’t what Suse had been expecting.
There is another job that Sigi has done that does not require someone to be normal or larger size, actually smaller can in some cases be better. Ability to reason and think on your feet is a plus. Imagine Suse being an Astronaut, and what Momma and Poppa would say about that.
 
Part 101, Chapter 1617
Chapter One Thousand Six Hundred Seventeen



8th March 1964

Mitte, Berlin

Sitting in the hospital waiting to have the police walk in at any second while the Doctors kept him under observation had been nerve wracking. They kept going on about how they thought that while the concussion and rib fractures were not life threatening, they were left concerned because of their observations of his heart and blood pressure. He couldn’t tell them the truth, that he was stressed out because he was waiting for the axe to fall. And as he figured out over the following days, he had no idea as to which direction it was going to come from.

Mithras kept thinking that while he had been unconscious, someone may have found the envelope in his coat pocket and reported it. The BII Division of the Federal Police would have all sorts of questions about how a student still living with his parents could have that sort of money in his pocket. The inevitable questions about the auditor would see him thrown into a prison cell.

That never happened.

Instead, when Mithras finally got his coat back, he discovered that the envelope was gone. All sorts of possibilities ran through his mind, the most likely being that one of the dozens of people who had tried to help him while he was unconscious had discovered the contents and helped themselves to the money. Then it hit him, he had no idea who the Auditor who had the Financier’s nickers in a twist even was, he had never gotten the chance to look. How was he supposed to deal with that man? If Mithras had gotten busted, he would have had an excuse for his inaction with the Financier.

Mithras was starting to realize that unless he figured out what had happened to that envelope he was screwed unless he thought of something fast.



Wilmington, Delaware

The first week of March was overcast and unseasonably warm, a reminder that Spring was in the process of happening. There was simply too much to do around the yard and Frank Lawson understood it was too much to take on by himself. Midge had the bright idea that hiring the son of one of his employees to help out was a great idea. That was why he had Joe Junior cleaning up a winter’s worth of dog crap, deadfall and who knew what else that had revealed itself as the snow had melted had to cleared from the lawn. Joe Senior was one of the Salesmen on the car lot that Frank owned, Junior was a student at the University of Delaware and was saving up to spend the upcoming Spring Break in the Bahamas.

When Joe had driven his old Chevy up the driveway that morning, Frank wondered if he had made a mistake. His initial judgement was that Joe was a bit of a lunkhead and the fact that he spoke with a slight stammer didn’t help matters. The saving grace was that the boy seemed to be a hard worker.

“So, Midge is talking about going on another international trip this year” Frank said, “I’ve put her off for the last few years, but now she found out that when went to Europe our tour guide in the German Imperial War Museum was a renegade Princess.”

“Th… That happen often, Sir?” Joe asked.

“No” Frank replied, “It was just a coincidence, but Midge thinks that she could just walk up to Princess Kristina and ask if she remembers us.”

Joe just shrugged.

Frank knew that he was just venting, he remembered how the Germans had depicted the US Army in that museum. In Frank’s thinking whoever had set that up was typical of what he had encountered over there. Arrogant and presumptuous, the Germans seemed to think that the entire world revolved around them. Still, they were not as bad as the French. Frank had found Paris to be particularly disagreeable. He had not been there five minutes before he had heard the term “La grande trahison Américaine” and had made the mistake of asking what that meant. He had gotten an earful and all of it had been offensive. It seemed that the French had not forgotten the role that the United States had played in the First World War.

Now Midge wanted to go back because she had actually enjoyed herself on that vacation. “There is so much culture and history there” was how she had termed it and this year she wanted to go to Rome and Constantinople as well. All Frank could see was that it would probably cost a mint.



Wilhelm Station

One of the features of the Panzer VII Lynx was that the tracks actually had lower ground pressure than human feet. The Raupenschlepper Arktis, or simply RSA, was based on the hull of the Lynx for exactly that reason. That was where the similarities ended. Without the need for guns or tons of armor, a cab and cargo bay had been built atop the hull and the entire thing had been painted high visibility orange. Louis found himself learning to drive one of the RSAs and he was learning that it was very different from steering a car. The steering wheel, clutch and gas pedals were supposedly identical to those found in the Lynx.

“I’ll be fit to join the Panzer Corps as a driver when I get back home” Louis said and the Noncommissioned Officer who had been teaching him just looked annoyed.

It was in keeping with something that Louis had noticed since he had arrived in Antarctica. Everyone here seemed to exist solely in the present moment. Tomorrow might as well not exist and next year was a whimsical fantasy.
 
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