A fantastic chapter. And Mirai's a great name.
Though...it does make me think she has an obvious theme tune
Though...it does make me think she has an obvious theme tune
Stupid Luck and Happenstance, Thread II
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Maybe he might want to visit the newest correctional facility the German empire has, the one down at the base in Antarctica. You have to have someone be the first prisoner for any facility and with Louis there you have someone in the family able to check everything is ready for him.
There is going to be a lot of dark humor tinged with anger after this crisis that the German people and the rest of the world just went through in real time.
The documentary that Zella made and is going to be shown on public television is going to get high ratings and that will give Zella more opportunities to forge her own path.
Look for Mirari to become not just a favorite name for girls in Germany for years to come but also around the world especially in the United States.
I still think that there should be an Order of Kristina to be given to first responders like police and fire personnel along with civilians who help out in the immediate aftermath of emergencies.
I like how Freddy was able to keep his anger in check throughout the day while his wife was giving birth to their first child and show his sense of humor afterwards.
As one of the reforms that is going to be made to the trust is that there is going to be a more public oversight with staggered terms for the trustees and more independent audits being preformed.
The documentary that Zella made and is going to be shown on public television is going to get high ratings and that will give Zella more opportunities to forge her own path.
Look for Mirari to become not just a favorite name for girls in Germany for years to come but also around the world especially in the United States.
I still think that there should be an Order of Kristina to be given to first responders like police and fire personnel along with civilians who help out in the immediate aftermath of emergencies.
I like how Freddy was able to keep his anger in check throughout the day while his wife was giving birth to their first child and show his sense of humor afterwards.
As one of the reforms that is going to be made to the trust is that there is going to be a more public oversight with staggered terms for the trustees and more independent audits being preformed.
The Order of Kristina, a Germanic version of OTL's George Cross in Britain, I like it, if there is not already a similar ward existing ITTL.
I'm still expecting "Real Communism this time" to rear it's bloody head. The children of the true believers should be infesting academia by now, filling their student's with all kinds of revolutionary mush. Communism will never die because greed and envy never die.
Oh, PM you missed a chance at a great meta joke. She should have been named Mirai Nikki
Communism can be boiled down to one phrase, "Kill the rich and take their stuff". That works for a time... but it always falls apart. How many Venezuela's do there have to be?
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thing is with capitalism at least there is way to use greed and envy for a positive-sum game, with communism there just isn't.
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Are you implying that someone has summoned He of the Grizzly variety from the Golden Gate State?I'm going to recommend that this get taken to Chat
Nope, but if the er...frank exchange of opinions continues, he might make an appearance.
Part 102, Chapter 1630
Chapter One Thousand Six Hundred Thirty
23rd April 1964
Tempelhof, Berlin
Unable to sleep, Kat went to check on Marie. She was still sleeping in the same room that she’d had since shortly after she was born. To Kat’s complete astonishment her daughter was sound asleep with Fleur curled into a ball at the foot of her bed. When Kat entered the small Terrier looked at her without moving, Marie’s faithful guardian ready to bite the ankle of any intruder. Marie had kicked off her covers in her sleep as she tended to do, and the blankets were sliding off her bed onto the floor.
A dogeared copy of A Midsummer Night’s Dream was on the bedside table. Douglas had been reading it to her again at Marie’s insistence, though she had the lines memorized to the point where she could play along with the roles. It was just one of many books that Marie had. On bookshelf were copies of Grimm’s Fairy Tales, Peter Pan, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Treasure Island among others. Marie tended to love them, reading them over and over until they fell to pieces. She still lived in a world where there were always happy endings and good wins in the end.
Marie had no idea exactly how close a call she had. According to Kiki there had been a threat that Lothar de Maizière had made which had prompted her action. Kat’s blood had run cold that a man could suggest doing such a thing. To prevent that horrific history from repeating itself, Kat would kill without hesitation.
Lothar would answer for what he did, but it couldn’t play out the way that people thought it would. Kat had already heard that jokes about it only being a matter of time before he became tiger kibble were flying around. Kat really wished that British Military Intelligence that had found a different way to have disposed of Harold Philby. She had already left England before that whole sordid mess had played out. The British had wanted the entire shadowy world of the various national Intelligence Services to know their opinion of regicide even if it was someone else’s Regent. Instead, Kat had called in a favor that Jarl Gunnarsson owed her and arranged for Lothar to be protected, even from himself, for as long as it took. She wanted him to sit forgotten as the world passed him by. For megalomaniac like that, Kat was hard pressed to think of a more hellish existence then she was about make sure he got. When Kat spoke with him, she would make a point of telling that as well as telling him that he was still alive because she wanted it. That would eat him up from the inside out.
Looking at Marie, Kat was reminded of how she was the dreamer among her children. She was also rapidly approaching the age when adolescence and the demands of adulthood would change everything for her. Would the imaginative little girl survive that, or would she become someone else entirely. Kat knew that Tatiana had become more like her as she had grown older, it was something that Kat was finding rather disquieting. At thirteen, Tat seemed to exist for no other reason than to be contrary to Kat, turning every single thing into an argument no matter how trifling. If Marie started acting like that, then Kat feared for her sanity. There was also the annoying tendency for Kat to find herself using words that she had last heard coming from her Aunt Marcella three decades earlier, much to Kat’s complete aggravation.
As Kat picked up the blanket from Marie’s bed and threw it over her daughter, it occurred to her that issue wasn’t the only one where she was on the opposite side from where she was normally. An uncomfortable position. The FSR was a Jager Unit under the umbrella command of the KSK. That meant that when Kiki had been completely selfless and had risked her own life to save Marie, she also happened to save the daughter of the Commanding Officer of her Division. Kat had spoken her opinion around Kiki dozens of times that she felt that Orders and medals were just so much frippery, relics of an earlier era that the whole of society would be better off if it was forgotten. Kat had also come to dislike them because she felt they were used to promote war. Kat knew that her opinions had directly influenced Kiki in that regard.
Now she would have to convince Kiki to take the reward for what she had done. It hadn’t been determined yet as to what that might be. Kiki was on leave and out of uniform when events had unfolded. At the same time, if was felt by many that she had upheld the values and traditions of the Heer as well as those that the Medical Service and FSR were trying to foster as relatively new organizations. The Canadian Government had also inquired about what was going to happen because Marie was the child of a Canadian National and the Granddaughter of a high-ranking member of the Canadian Ministry for National Defense. Kat had been informed that as soon as the preliminary investigation was completed, a communique was getting sent to the Reichstag lauding Hauptmann Kristina von Preussen-Hohenzollern by official Wunsdorf. An action that seemed designed to force the hand of the Government.
Tucking in Marie, Kat just looked at her and wished that she could remain how she was. “Sleep well” Kat whispered as she left the room.
23rd April 1964
Tempelhof, Berlin
Unable to sleep, Kat went to check on Marie. She was still sleeping in the same room that she’d had since shortly after she was born. To Kat’s complete astonishment her daughter was sound asleep with Fleur curled into a ball at the foot of her bed. When Kat entered the small Terrier looked at her without moving, Marie’s faithful guardian ready to bite the ankle of any intruder. Marie had kicked off her covers in her sleep as she tended to do, and the blankets were sliding off her bed onto the floor.
A dogeared copy of A Midsummer Night’s Dream was on the bedside table. Douglas had been reading it to her again at Marie’s insistence, though she had the lines memorized to the point where she could play along with the roles. It was just one of many books that Marie had. On bookshelf were copies of Grimm’s Fairy Tales, Peter Pan, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Treasure Island among others. Marie tended to love them, reading them over and over until they fell to pieces. She still lived in a world where there were always happy endings and good wins in the end.
Marie had no idea exactly how close a call she had. According to Kiki there had been a threat that Lothar de Maizière had made which had prompted her action. Kat’s blood had run cold that a man could suggest doing such a thing. To prevent that horrific history from repeating itself, Kat would kill without hesitation.
Lothar would answer for what he did, but it couldn’t play out the way that people thought it would. Kat had already heard that jokes about it only being a matter of time before he became tiger kibble were flying around. Kat really wished that British Military Intelligence that had found a different way to have disposed of Harold Philby. She had already left England before that whole sordid mess had played out. The British had wanted the entire shadowy world of the various national Intelligence Services to know their opinion of regicide even if it was someone else’s Regent. Instead, Kat had called in a favor that Jarl Gunnarsson owed her and arranged for Lothar to be protected, even from himself, for as long as it took. She wanted him to sit forgotten as the world passed him by. For megalomaniac like that, Kat was hard pressed to think of a more hellish existence then she was about make sure he got. When Kat spoke with him, she would make a point of telling that as well as telling him that he was still alive because she wanted it. That would eat him up from the inside out.
Looking at Marie, Kat was reminded of how she was the dreamer among her children. She was also rapidly approaching the age when adolescence and the demands of adulthood would change everything for her. Would the imaginative little girl survive that, or would she become someone else entirely. Kat knew that Tatiana had become more like her as she had grown older, it was something that Kat was finding rather disquieting. At thirteen, Tat seemed to exist for no other reason than to be contrary to Kat, turning every single thing into an argument no matter how trifling. If Marie started acting like that, then Kat feared for her sanity. There was also the annoying tendency for Kat to find herself using words that she had last heard coming from her Aunt Marcella three decades earlier, much to Kat’s complete aggravation.
As Kat picked up the blanket from Marie’s bed and threw it over her daughter, it occurred to her that issue wasn’t the only one where she was on the opposite side from where she was normally. An uncomfortable position. The FSR was a Jager Unit under the umbrella command of the KSK. That meant that when Kiki had been completely selfless and had risked her own life to save Marie, she also happened to save the daughter of the Commanding Officer of her Division. Kat had spoken her opinion around Kiki dozens of times that she felt that Orders and medals were just so much frippery, relics of an earlier era that the whole of society would be better off if it was forgotten. Kat had also come to dislike them because she felt they were used to promote war. Kat knew that her opinions had directly influenced Kiki in that regard.
Now she would have to convince Kiki to take the reward for what she had done. It hadn’t been determined yet as to what that might be. Kiki was on leave and out of uniform when events had unfolded. At the same time, if was felt by many that she had upheld the values and traditions of the Heer as well as those that the Medical Service and FSR were trying to foster as relatively new organizations. The Canadian Government had also inquired about what was going to happen because Marie was the child of a Canadian National and the Granddaughter of a high-ranking member of the Canadian Ministry for National Defense. Kat had been informed that as soon as the preliminary investigation was completed, a communique was getting sent to the Reichstag lauding Hauptmann Kristina von Preussen-Hohenzollern by official Wunsdorf. An action that seemed designed to force the hand of the Government.
Tucking in Marie, Kat just looked at her and wished that she could remain how she was. “Sleep well” Kat whispered as she left the room.
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That strikes me as Justice being done.
As for the award, that's another of Kat's chickens coming home to roost.
'You will remain so immaterial to the world around you that when you finally do die, it will be exceedingly hard to know that you ever lived at all'
Probably one of, if not the best of, moments showing Kat as a person capable of immense tenderness. Thanks, P-M!