“The Herzogin’s request was that Gräfin Katherine and Gross Herzogin Jehane Alexandra be paid a monthly stipend from her family trust” The Solicitor said, “Her personal hope is that it will enable you to free youselves from living under the direct influence and control of Kira Kirillovna Romanova, the House of Hohenzollern as well as the other Royal Houses of Europe.”

This really was unexpected.

Assuming there is significant money left in it, she just gave both of them one of the best gifts she possibly could have given.
 
So have they inherited "f-you" money?

"F-you" money isn't an amount, it's an attitude.
From what I'm gathered neither Gia nor Kat are dependent on Kira financially - Gia has investments of the money from her family jewels and Kat has income from her estates.
 
Somehow I had a feeling about this, this will give us great insight on how the role Gay and Lesbian rights takes in this timeline version of Germany.

IIRC Ernst Röhm was a member of the Reichstag before the bombing but got pushed out when his orientation became public knowlege and the opposition made it out to be a scandal. Now, I think it's a matter of "don't do it in the street and scare the horses."
 
When we were first introduced to Jacob in this timeline he was partnered up with a Polish radioman who Jacob knew to be a homosexual and Jacob did not have any problems with that.
So Sarah and Nessa should not worry about their father's reaction to Sarah being a lesbian, in fact Jacob's first thought is going to be that he wishes that Nessa was the who is a lesbian so that she would not be distracted by having a husband and children and can continue her research.
 
When we were first introduced to Jacob in this timeline he was partnered up with a Polish radioman who Jacob knew to be a homosexual and Jacob did not have any problems with that.
So Sarah and Nessa should not worry about their father's reaction to Sarah being a lesbian, in fact Jacob's first thought is going to be that he wishes that Nessa was the who is a lesbian so that she would not be distracted by having a husband and children and can continue her research.

If someone's OK with something in general, that doesn't mean that he'll be OK with it for his family. A devout catholic may be fine with protestants or even atheists, he might flip if family wasn't catholic. The same thing might--or might not--apply with the Admiral.
 
If someone's OK with something in general, that doesn't mean that he'll be OK with it for his family. A devout catholic may be fine with protestants or even atheists, he might flip if family wasn't catholic. The same thing might--or might not--apply with the Admiral.

It was Oberstabsbootsmann Gunther Klimczak.

“We all fear the loss of loved ones in times like these” Gunther said. Jakob had met Gunther’s partner who was a stoker aboard the SMS Friedrich der Grosse. They feared whenever the other put to sea.
 
Part 48, Chapter 643
Chapter Six Hundred Forty-Three


5th March 1948

Werder

“Just the sweetest little angel” Doctor Tangeman said as she held Suse Rosa. Both Kat and Gerta were staring at her like if there was something seriously wrong. Tangeman found it all so amusing. “You two need to wait until my funeral before you start mourning for me.”

“Aren’t you scared?” Gerta asked.

“It’s a matter of perspective” Tangeman said, “I’m planning on giving patriarchy a real kick in the balls before I go. I regret that I can’t see the look on their faces with they try to arrest my corpse. And I’ll get to see for myself which Theologians got it right.”

“How can you be so flip?” Kat asked.

“I could yell and scream about the cruel hand of fate” Tangeman replied, “Then once I was through with that after a couple hours I would still need to get on with my life, having watched many patients do that over the years I figured that I’d just skip the first part.”

That made sense, after a fashion. Kat couldn’t imagine being in Erma Tangeman’s position. It was bad enough just being around her knowing what was inevitable and it was one more thing on Kat’s plate when she did not need. Lately she had been troubled by unsettling, vague dreams of fire and death that made absolutely no sense. When she had told Gerta about it, Gerta had said that it was a glimpse of another life she might have led if things had been different. It didn’t look like she would have been happy in that one either. Doctor Holz said it was her subconscious, her own internal conflicts playing out there. The explanation offered by Doctor Holz seemed the more logic of the two. In theory she should have had her mind out at ease by current events. Feodora’s bequest had been made so that she could be free to tell Kira “No” by giving her and Gia a source of income that didn’t come from Kira’s largess. Instead it had become another source of stress.

Doctor Tangeman handed Suse back to Gerta, “I’m curious about your choice of names” She asked, “Suse Rosa was the name of Katherine’s mother?”

“I liked that name” Gerta replied, “And it’s not like Kat is ever going to use it.” Kat was less than thrilled by that comment.

“Be fair Lagertha” Tangeman said, “Katherine will do things in her own order.”

It was the sort of thing that Aunt Marcella might have said. Kat suddenly recalled Marcella telling her that one day she would meet someone and go off to build a life. The order of things that she just couldn’t escape from.


Kiel

Some aircraft were universal, transport aircraft and helicopters being the best examples. Every service had need for them so that created the least amount of resistance. As aircraft grew more complicated and specialized things grew much murkier.

It cost one hundred twenty thousand marks for a Luftwaffe fighter or light attack aircraft, a heavy bomber cost upwards seven hundred thousand. For the Kaiserliche Marine aircraft were generally required to be more flexible in their roles and had to be tough enough to survive taking off and landing on an Aircraft Carrier. Something that raised the price considerably. This meant that there was very little cross-over for entire aircraft.

There were other areas, dozens of minor systems, weapons and various pieces of equipment. Jacob was in perfect agreement with Marshal Holz regarding the need to eliminate those redundancies. There was no need for different case lengths in autocannons, ejection seats or even engines. Jacob didn’t judge Holz, the Marshal was still learning on the job and was having to battle his own officers to a degree. It was as if Jacob were one of the officers coming up in the KLM LFK. Ironically, Jacob felt that it would be essential that one of his successors come up that way for the good of the Kaiserliche Marine.

At least the Fleet made sense, even his dealings with Marshal Holz had their own order. His family on the other hand, was an entirely different matter. Since the girls had been little, Esther had made it clear that she would leave him if he ever employed his observational skills and resources against his daughters. The result was that he had pretended that he knew far less than he actually did for several years. He had known about Sarah’s leanings from the time she had been in her early teens, but had known better than to say anything because that was the very sort of thing that set Esther off. There were many other things of far lesser importance that he had noticed and had the good sense to keep his mouth shut.

To have Nessa make the career and personal choices that she had, totally outside his knowledge had come as a new and extremely unwelcome experience. There were very few people who could surprise Jacob, Nessa being one of them. She must have known that he had spies in Kempten and had carefully controlled the flow of information that Jacob received. He wasn’t sure if he should be proud of his daughter or angry with her.

Now he was faced with the prospect of a grandson or granddaughter, at fifty-one he was at the age where things like that happen. Esther was euphoric at the prospect, but Jacob looked at it with some apprehension. He knew how rare the sort of intelligence he had was, and how it was a bit of a miracle that his daughters had inherited it to a degree. This new child could just as easily be ordinary as the line reverted to mean.
 
This should Marke those people think about the fact, that sometimes it is smart not to act on information. And that while Admiral Schmidt has a brilliant, scientific mind, doesn't mean that he is totally devoid of emotion. He just is a Mind trumps all kind-of guy.
 
Of all of the Chiefs of the various armed services, only Grand Admiral von Schmidt has a firm grasp on the future.
First he had to convince the green eye shade boys in the Reichstag and the Chancery Office that Germany still needs an ocean going navy to project force, and he just gave a little demonstration of that in Argentina.
He also knows that the KLM can not count on using the Panama and Suez Canals in the future, so having nuclear power ships is going to be his main priority.
The Grand Admiral is going to give three reasons why Germany still needs an ocean going navy.
First as a means of deterrence with nuclear powered and nuclear armed ballistic missiles submarines that can go anywhere in the world virtually undetected along with nuclear powered attack submarines to protect them.
Second as a way for Germany to project force in the world, that is mean having nuclear powered Aircraft Carriers that can go on long range missions without having to stop at ports to resupply themselves and having to refuel at sea every few days. It also means that having units that can respond on the ground quickly anywhere in the world is the reason that the Grand Admiral fought so hard to keep the Marine Infantry.
Third is the original reason for the navy, to keep Germany's access to the North Sea open and that can be done with destroyers, frigates, minesweepers, diesel submarines, and long range aircraft.
 
Part 48, Chapter 644
Chapter Six Hundred Forty-Four


8th March 1948

New York City, New York

Gerald Beckett looked out the window from the fortieth floor down the close set urban canyon. As he watched a dozen pigeons flew past well below the window. Something brown streaked by and Gerald saw an explosion of grey feathers. A falcon flew off with a now very dead pigeon clutched in its talons. Gerald hoped that wasn’t an omen for the meeting he was about to go into.

“Mr. Haywood will see you now” The Secretary said, a stout middle-aged woman with a formidable baring. Her presence spoke volumes about Clive Haywood, by all accounts he valued competence over appearances. Sort of ironic, considering what this entire agency did.

Entering Clive’s office, he saw that the advertising magnate was looking at photographs that had been blown up. These were of mountains, lakes, desolate countryside.

“It’s unfortunate really” Clive said with no greeting, “That we invested in this as part of a larger campaign, airlines, sporting goods suppliers and the like. Only to have it all go pear-shaped.”

“Where is this?” Gerald asked.

“The Southern Andes” Clive answered, “The hope was that it could be advertised to the more adventurous sort with the time and means to travel to the remote corners of the world. The ones who would like to take such a trip but can't would be a market as well.”

Gerald had read about that, there had been an attempted coup that had been ended in rather spectacular fashion. “What impact did world politics had upon this plan?” He asked.

“Just like that, half the campaign is useless” Clive said, “Currently anyone with an American accent is persona-non-grata in Buenos Aires and we’re stuck advertising in mostly Europe.”

“German and British mountaineers” Gerald said.

“Exactly, with some French, Italians and Austrians thrown in” Clive replied, “But we were planning on more, much more.”

“But this will cover the cost of the initial investment?”

“The photographers who we hired to take these pictures are a minor expense, except this lot got waylaid by Argentine Army that were sided with the coup who locked them in a town jail” Clive said, “If that wasn’t bad enough some local muscle that one of our people hired shot the town up. They were freed but not before the building they were in was blown up and they had to be dug out.”

“That sounds like quite the adventure” Gerald said.

“And like many adventures, it wasn’t so fun to be living it” Clive said, “That is not the only thing.”

“There’s something more?”

“This” Clive said, handing Gerald another photograph. A woman wearing a striped wool coat and broad-brimmed hat sitting on the side of a mountain. “Does the name Andrea Herzog mean anything to you?”

“That’s a fictional character” Gerald said, “Something a drunken Englishman cooked up to sell novels by twisting the nose of people whose sense of morality outweighs their brains.”

“She’s very real, and this is her” Clive said, “We should have known this was coming when she showed up. You see, when this woman goes anywhere, Hell follows.”

“Shouldn’t the US Government be keeping tabs on her?”

“Don’t make me laugh” Clive replied, “Thomas Dewey is going to have his head handed to him in November, the rest of his gang that can’t shoot straight are going to get run out of town on a rail shortly after.”

Gerald knew that prediction was probably spot on, Clive didn’t deal in that sort of thing unless the writing was on the wall.

“What’s this got to do with anything?” Gerald asked.

“If we can’t recoup our loss with tourism we’ll recoup it in other ways” Clive said, “We always do, the wonderful world of advertising.”

That seemed about right, Gerald thought to himself. He just wondered what Clive had in mind.


Berlin

The disappearances of the Crown Prince had been noted. Matthias Schmied had been tasked in finding out just what Friedrich was up to. It had been easy enough to establish that he wasn’t leaving the palace. However, tracking a boy through a Baroque palace was easier said than done. It was not like if he would leave a trace on the wood, carpets and tiles. Until Matthias found the footprints that the Prince had left.

Footprints, many of them, through the dust on the floor of seldom used portions of the Palace. These were the rooms that would have been used by servants during the second half of the prior century, predating electricity and indoor plumbing. The whole wing was slated for complete renovation as soon as a decision was reached on what to do with it. In a mistake of the sort that a child might make, the area in front of one of the doors was free of dust. By hiding the footprints, Friedrich had made it obvious which room he spent his time in.

Matthias pulled out the skeleton key that he kept for exactly this reason and opened the door. Inside he found what looked like a preadolescent boy’s bedroom and knew what he was probably looking at. Friedrich was trying to carve out a space of relative normalcy for himself. Oddly, Fritz Schafer had predicted that he would do something like this, except not for some time yet. Matthias would need to talk with the Oberstaber about this. It was the sort of initiative that they wanted to encourage. Reporting this to the Emperor or Empress could just be counterproductive in this case. At the same time, Matthias now knew where the Crown Prince was going. Having done his job, he closed the door and locked it.
 
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Kat has apparently an internationally outsized reputation and now some advertising guy is planning capitalize on that?
Good luck with that, and if Kat finds out about it, this Mad Man will find out that parts of Kat's reputation is actually understated.
 
Kat has apparently an internationally outsized reputation and now some advertising guy is planning capitalize on that?
Good luck with that, and if Kat finds out about it, this Mad Man will find out that parts of Kat's reputation is actually understated.
Probably movies. And Fleming would probably gleefully egg them on (after getting his cut) because a) it pokes and annoys Katherine and b) this time is not his ass on the line.
 
“I liked that name” Gerta replied, “And it’s not like Kat is ever going to use it.” Kat was less than thrilled by that comment.

Ahh Gerta, always one for sensitivity, tact, and a kind word.

“If we can’t recoup our loss with tourism we’ll recoup it in other ways” Clive said, “We always do, the wonderful world of advertising.”

He's going to do something very stupid, isn't he?
 
Kat has apparently an internationally outsized reputation and now some advertising guy is planning capitalize on that?
Good luck with that, and if Kat finds out about it, this Mad Man will find out that parts of Kat's reputation is actually understated.

"She lives vicariously through herself."
"Her 10-gallon hat holds 20 gallons."
"In museums, she is allowed to touch the art."
"If opportunity knocks, and she’s not at home, opportunity waits."
"Her signature won a Pulitzer."
"Bigfoot tries to get pictures of her."
"When she goes to Spain, she chases the bulls."
"Bear hugs are what she gives bears."
"Once she ran a marathon because it was ‘on the way'."
"She is the life of parties that she has never attended."
"She has inside jokes with people she’s never met.”
"Presidents take her birthday off."
"She once had an awkward moment, just to see how it felt."
"She is considered a national treasure in countries she’s never visited."
"If there's an elephant in the room, she brought it.."
"She's the most interesting woman in the world."​
 
"She's the most interesting woman in the world."
By now there should have been movies made about the Reichstag bombing, the attempt on the Empress and her family, the first raid by the SKA in Belarus, and the capture of Stalin.
There could be American remakes of German movies or German-American co-productions.
This means while Kat in of herself is not that personally famous, the concept of Kat through various portrayals of her actions in movies is very well known.
An advertising campaign using the Kat persona could be very effective and controversial at the same time.
 
I am surprised that Fleming has not written an "homage" of this yet.
Fleming is intelligent (and not suicidal) enough to don't to these things. Moreover, people are probably hoping that Kat develops/has A) Altersmilde or B) an oversized reputation.
 
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