On the reorganization of the OKW, the SKA and the MA could still be part of their respective services for administration and training purposes but be under direct command of the OKW for operations.
 
On the reorganization of the OKW, the SKA and the MA could still be part of their respective services for administration and training purposes but be under direct command of the OKW for operations.
The MA, and SKA would likely find themselves in a curious situation.

While formal line of command would still make both units part of the KLM and Luftwaffe respectively, in practical terms, both units would likely soon to be turned into semi autonomous units, to become the military arms of the Abwehr and the main "firefighters" of the German Empire.

As you can imagine, this would immortalize the position of the MA and SKA as elite of the elite units, and also assure that the infamous rivalry contest keeps going forward for a long time.
 
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As you can imagine, this would immortalize the position of the MA and SKA as elite of the elite units, and also assure that the infamous rivalry contest keeps going forward for a long time.
Only if their mission statements are not clearly stated and delimited.
There will always be some hotshot officers who would want to 'steal the thunder' from a 'rival' branch, but that should be exception, and not the rule (and definitely discouraged when observed).
 
Only if their mission statements are not clearly stated and delimited.
There will always be some hotshot officers who would want to 'steal the thunder' from a 'rival' branch, but that should be exception, and not the rule (and definitely discouraged when observed).
Considering that there are high odds that Kat while out of field operations, will likely take an oversight and command role (Ironically taking over Schultz's position), i can imagine that the first idiot that tries to "steal the thunder" and put in risk a mission or ruined it , specially if it resulted in loss of lives, its going to become an historical example for the future generations of SKA, MA and Abwehr agents of WHY its an unmitigatedly Darwin Award worthy stupidity to piss off Oversight AKA Countess Von Mitchner....
 
Part 42, Chapter 535
Chapter Five Hundred Thirty-Five


7th April 1946

Judenbach

Tilo had thought he would be home by now, instead the Kaiserliche Marine had other ideas. It had seemed so simple at the time, he was being encouraged to return to University but if he was interested in staying in MA then he’d get an automatic promotion to Oberlieutenant and extra consideration in whatever his academic pursuits may be. What they hadn’t told him was that the 3rd Division’s MA Detachment, which had been reduced to a single Company, was due to get refresher training in Judenbach.

The Special Operations training camp was ruled by the SKA which had recently cemented their place as an independent Regiment within the 1st Fallschirmjäger Division. The other shock was that the MA, SKA and a detachment of the Gebirgsjäger from the Heer’s Alpine Divisions were to remain a part of their respective Service Branches but were operationally under the command of Generalmajor Walter Koch. When Tilo had asked if they were under Abwehr as well he’d been told that the Abwehr had recently been disbanded. A new organization that didn’t have a name yet was being built atop the foundation laid by Abwehr over the previous two decades but was going to be its own service branch. They were to be the “Fire Brigade” of the Empire. Wherever there was a crisis they were to be there first, and all rivalries were to be put aside. Something easier said than done. The first day in the camp they had discovered that someone had gone into the MA Enlisted barracks covered the bunks with herring, in case they wanted a snack. It took days to get rid of the smell.

All of that made for an interesting time in the mess hall in Judenbach as Tilo observed the Sunday ritual that he’d only heard about as the Commandant of the Camp gave the toast. A toast to the fallen and to those who will yet join their ranks. Tilo took a drink of wine, he had no clue if it was any good or not. After years in the Marines drinking anything with alcohol because it was safer than the water he wasn’t the best judge of that. It was sweeter than he was used to, he knew that much.

“At least they feed us well here, Kid” Reier said.

Tilo had to agree with that much, the two of them were seated with the other Junior Officers and Noncoms, the table was second only to the Instructors table a few meters away. The blue and white dress uniforms of the Marine Infantry were very different from what the others wore, what was the same was that there were a staggering number of medals, awards and orders visible around this table. To even have a seat at this table, one had to earn it first.


Berlin

It had come as something of a surprise to Maria. She was expected as the wife of a Field Marshal and Markgraf to have a staff to take care of the house and the children that was just as extensive as the one her husband used at work. The fact that she indulged in her habit of working on her typewriter while sitting next the cradle to be close to her son, the same way she had with Zella years earlier, raised a few eyebrows. The fact that she had her own career did as well, so it was a bit of a wash. She was working on her latest manuscript, a detailed history of the early days of the Pacific War from when she’d been covering it from Freemantle. Knocking off for the day and handing Walter off to the nurse was a luxury though.

It was time for dinner, so Maria went looking for Emil and Zella. She walked in on Emil and Zella in the parlor. Emil had been reading to Zella, but she was now flipping through the book while leaning on Emil who was snoring on the couch. He’d been burning the candle from both ends lately. Even if it was supposed to be a secret, Maria had heard about the coming reorganization and the turf battles that were going on. As Manfred von Richthofen’s Deputy Emil had been right in the middle of those battles, up before dawn every day and working late into the night for weeks. It was catching up to him.

“Come on Zella” Maria whispered, “Careful not to wake your father.”

With some disappointment, Zella put her book aside and followed her mother out of the room doing her best to not wake Emil.

“What was the book about?” Maria asked. It was something that she had discovered with Zella. The girl wasn’t reading yet beyond the basics, but she would make up stories based on the illustrations. Some of what she came up with was actually pretty good. That was the dinner conversation.


Seattle

“The answer to your question is two days” Kat said, “By then any operational information you have would be worthless to the enemy.”

“They expect that you’ll eventually give something up?” Beatrice asked.

“Every time” Kat said, “A skilled interrogator can get information out of a subject even when the subject is unaware that they’ve given up information.”

“Is that what you expected to happen?” Nancy asked.

“The Russians were not exactly well known for being skilled” Kat said, “They tended to rely on brute force, no one in their right mind would want to be captured by them. As a Freiherrin I would have faced summery execution as well.”

Nancy and Beatrice were both surprised by that answer.
 
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So, she is training both Beatrice and Nancy.....or informing them, at least.

Anywho, is Kat still apart of the Fire Brigade? Because anyone not in the SKA/Abwher will be in for a quick lesson, which is kinda interesting.
 
The first day in the camp they had discovered that someone had gone into the MA Enlisted barracks covered the bunks with herring, in case they wanted a snack. It took days to get rid of the smell.
This Demands that the MA somehow line the clothing, the beds and the shampoo of the SKA with Catnip, then release a hundred male Cats and 10 female Cats in heat into the Barracks one night, then watch the fun.
 
This Demands that the MA somehow line the clothing, the beds and the shampoo of the SKA with Catnip, then release a hundred male Cats and 10 female Cats in heat into the Barracks one night, then watch the fun.

Making the catnip into tea and spritzing it on everything will quite suffice. Could also release many mice into the barracks
 
Yeah. But adding female Cats in Heat with the Male cats results in the potential of the hilarious scene of SKA being dry humped by stoned Cats.

The other option is, however the barracks is heated, throw several pounds of catnip into the heater. I have er...heard that doing that sort of thing permeates the air, and drives cats crazy
 
One of the things that is important to do at Judenbach is for a review of as many after action reports as possible so that each section can learn from the other sections.
Some of the things everybody is going to look at is what problems each section has in common with the other sections and which ones were unique.
Other things to look at is what training is relevant and necessary and which ones were just a waste of time and what training that was needed but wasn't thought of.
From the MA one of the lessons that was learned was the need to have operators that have the ability to work with the locals and enlist their support to carry out missions.
 
The stories that'll be going around Judenbach about Kat being a part of the SKA before it was formalized into the SKA are literally the stuff of legends. Kat who ran large men into the ground, Kat the inspiration for the SKA collar badge, Kat who came up with the Black Cats, Kat the Operations Officer when they started using helicopters, Kat with her kerambit, Kat who is Gräfin von Mischner who actually owns Judenbach ....
 
The stories that'll be going around Judenbach about Kat being a part of the SKA before it was formalized into the SKA are literally the stuff of legends. Kat who ran large men into the ground, Kat the inspiration for the SKA collar badge, Kat who came up with the Black Cats, Kat the Operations Officer when they started using helicopters, Kat with her kerambit, Kat who is Gräfin von Mischner who actually owns Judenbach ....

Kat coming back to beat the crap out of people train the new recruits
 
Kat coming back to beat the crap out of people train the new recruits
The only thing that would make more hilarious would be when some of the SKA/MA/Former Abwehr meet again with the Russians, and when Kat its mentioned, the Russians call her by a respectful, almost reverent title, as in Russia, during Stalin and after it, even if it mentioning it would get you likely sent to a Gulag, behind doors in Russia, was mentioned again and again the name of the Woman who successfully, again and again thwarted Stalin's designs to end the Romanov Line, then opened the doors to the German Invasion that ended his regime.....

For the Russians, she was known as "Voyevoda".....You can imagine the twitch of Kat if she visits Russia in a few years more, and she its treated as a near sacred figure for the Russians ....
 

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Banned
Her fans would like to imagine so, at any rate.

In a fight, she's just a very good soldier with extensive hand to hand combat training. Keep the fight out of range of her karambit and your odds shoot up much nearer to 50/50.

I suspect if one were to attempt to off her, the best way to do it would be a black market (see: organized crime) firearm from long range, with no support.

No tip off, no warning, just a case of 7.92mm heart failure.

Of course this is true of most people. However the other preferred methods are.... Considerably less tenable with Kat.
 
Part 42, Chapter 536
Chapter Five Hundred Thirty-Six


9th April 1946

Judenbach

It was hardly a surprise that Reier had led the retaliation against the SKA and Tilo had to admit that it was sort of clever. Someone had found out that one of symbols of the SKA was the thistle that appeared on their Regimental crest was a tribute to one of their founders. Liberal amounts of dried thistle and catnip mysteriously found its way into the laundry of the SKA. On Monday morning Tilo had found himself lecturing a group of SKA on the importance of understanding the culture, customs and languages of regions they were operating in. Only to find they couldn’t sit still for more than a few minutes. After that word had swiftly come down from above that any further pranks would be dealt with harshly. Fortunately for everyone, the contingent from the Federal Police arrived and gave everyone a common enemy.

As Tilo found out, during the war Abwehr had operated in both the offensive and defensive role running operations abroad and doing counter-intelligence inside Germany. With the war over the Federal Police were trying to reassert jurisdiction. It was everyone’s opinion that the way they were going about it left a lot to be desired, by being a bunch of pricks. They were here to present their side of things to the powers that be. It occurred to Tilo that he was witnessing a fragment of the turf wars that he'd been hearing about since he'd returned to Germany.

At the same time Tilo found himself on the receiving end of plenty of lectures himself. Between that, listening to the music that was being played on the radio, even his trips into Judenbach proper had shown Tilo something extremely ironic. For someone who was showing others how to understand the locals, Tilo was finding that after so many years away he no longer understood Germany.


Rechlin-Lärz Airfield

“You can really do rolling scissors while climbing in these jets?” Fritz Rumey asked.

“Yeah” Lenz said.

“Damn” Fritz said, “When I was flying with the Jastas every maneuver cost altitude.”

“Really?” Lenz asked.

Fritz nodded vigorously and was smiling. The older pilot had flown in the First World War and Lenz had been instructed to give the retired Oberstlieutenant the respect that a man who was present at the founding of the Luftwaffe deserved. Not that Fritz made it difficult, he was fun to talk to. He was full of stories about flying in the days when airplanes were collections of wood and canvass held together by wire and glue. Anything that wasn’t highly flammable was explosive. He also told stories about the von Richthofen brothers, Oswald Boelcke and a large number of other very familiar names when they had been mere pilots over the front lines. In Lenz’s mind it was somehow purer back then. While he wouldn’t have been thrilled with the prospect of flying with an open cockpit in the Wintertime, the man vs. man aspect appealed to him. It seemed like with the jets the pilots were becoming servants of the machines they flew. With oxygen masks, special suits and he design of the cockpit itself to keep them alive long enough to do the mission and not have just the forces encountered killing them.

“Some things never change though” Fritz said. Lenz saw what he was getting at. There was a line of factory new FW-252Cs, all painted in the colors of Jasta 11, red nose and tail. “There isn’t one of these around here that’s all red is there?”

“There’s only one plane allowed to be painted that way” Lenz answered, “JG-2 still has a squadron with green tails, your old outfit.”

Fritz gave Lenz a smile, “And may that never change” He said.


Seattle

Early that morning Kat had woken Nancy up, thanked her for the enjoyable visit and told her that she looked forward to seeing her in Berlin in a couple of months. Then she was gone.

Kat had appeared the previous week out of nowhere and she left the same way. When Nancy had a chance to think about it, she realized that it was perfect. Beatrice had felt otherwise. But then Kat was unlike anyone else that either of them had ever met. On Sunday night Kat had opened up to them what it had been like to be a Soldier in the war. How she had faced the prospect of being parachuted in deep behind enemy lines and the reality that she hadn’t cared if she died.

The realities were harsh, and Kat hadn’t minced words. She endured brutal training, had terrible things happen to her and paid a heavy cost. For Nancy it had been an eye-opening experience. Then Kat had said something surprising, she liked the fact that in Canada and in the United States no one had recognized her. It wasn’t later during the following afternoon that Beatrice suggested that Kat was incorrect about a few things.

“You know Ms. Smith in English Composition?” Beatrice asked.

Nancy didn’t try to hide her annoyance, Ms. Smith was rather out spoken in her political views. That had a direct impact on how she taught her classes and an opinion about everything. “What did Ms. Smith want?” Nancy asked.

“She said that our friend looked a lot like Katherine von Mischner” Beatrice said, “Did you know she’s a Countess in Germany?”

Nancy did know that already. “Kat told you she was a Freiherrin and then she became a Gräfin” She said, “What did you think that meant?”

“Job titles or something” Beatrice answered, “In fairness Kat did throw around a lot of terms that I’d never heard of before.”
 
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