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“So, I had quietly complied at first. I didn’t care much either way in the beginning. The first of the men were just weapons. Tools for the Reich. But then I was told to create another batch, this time of women. Women Ubermensch? What possible purpose, I had thought? It turned out, that the SS high Command in charge of the Mars mission had ambitions of a colony filled with natural born German soldiers living with Ubermensch laborers and women. The former of whom would harvest minerals and conduct dangerous repairs, whereas the latter would care for the camp, cook, clean, and entertain the men. I had asked, would these women themselves birth soldiers as well? Once again, the answer was no. Even if a child were to grow up believing he was only half an Ubermensch, there was fear that he may has questionable loyalties.”

“Here I had a dispute. Perhaps I had always wanted daughters of my own. In my personal life I had only sired sons. Five of them. All served and died for the Reich. Perhaps that was why my attitude was cold raising the men. When I raised the women, fathering had been more intimate. I could tell by looking in their eyes. They were biologically adolescent, but in their heart, they were children. My girls. To realize their fate…it was too much to bear. At that moment, I had devised a plan.”

“I had to hide things from Anna, so she would be protected. But her fertility is the key. Once I confirm that she will be able to birth a pure blooded Ubermensch, I will know that the genecode is correct. That genecode will be the blueprint for the Martian stock. The stock who I will teach about their place, their purpose, and with that knowledge, who I will liberate on Mars.”

Dr. Braun concludes his long rant. You vaguely remember the premise of his monologue, reasoning with you why you shouldn't allow Anna to train as a combatant and risk death, but instead help her settle with a husband and mother a child. You hadn’t expected such an open and honest dialogue from your creator. He must be getting desperate.

“I think I’m beginning to understand…” you rub your shaved chin in contemplation. “…you need to know if Anna can birth to see if the Ubermensch you plan to ‘liberate’ will birth when the colony forms. But Doctor Max, tell me, will you not still need to fix the men as well?”

“Ach! I know how to fix the men. It’s the women I’m unfamiliar with. Once the women can birth, they will be able to be free on Mars.”

“What makes you think that they will be free, once they know about their birthing abilities and their history? What if they choose to be in service to the Reich?”

“Then that is their choice. But I would rather give them that choice than breed a race of slaves. So, what say you, Three? Will you help me?”

> “Alright, fine, I will find Anna a husband.” [Moralist]
> “I’m sorry Doctor, I pledged to serve Germany. I cannot help you.” [Nationalist]

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>>2233359
>Alright, fine, I will find Anna a husband.” [Moralist]

>>2233359
>> “Alright, fine, I will find Anna a husband.” [Moralist]

>>2233359
> “Alright, fine, I will find Anna a husband.” [Moralist]

>>2233359
>> “Alright, fine, I will find Anna a husband.” [Moralist]
You may be a cold distant father, but your are still my father.

>>2233438
>>2233465
>>2233580
>>2233582

"Alright, fine, I will find Anna a husband." It made little sense to put limits on what should be the ultimate incarnation of mankind. Ideally, vat-born humans would enjoy the same liberties and comforts that the natural born did. You're confident eventually the Party would come to realize this too, but the best course of action is to help your people now while the Party's reach was distant.

"Excellent! Captain, I hope you realize that this means you cannot risk Anna to venture outside your bubble any more. It's a miracle she hadn't contracted anything serious in your last conflict with the Juden." You nod, reminding yourself to talk with Anna and Erika later today. "Good, Captain, I will expect to hear from you within the coming weeks updates on our little project. Doctor Braun out."

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You knock on Doctor Max’s clinic. The man jumps at the noise, dropping his shoulders in relief when he sees you, and rushes over to shut the door. He sits down in his chair, tremouring slightly. “What did you find out Max? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I had submitted my report about you and Anna to High Command. Specifically, about your oxygen consumption. I didn’t know about it at the time. Apparently, the ship engineers did.” He turns to look at you. “They were prepared for it.”

“So then I asked Stefanie for the system reports of the ship. Read them over. Verified with High Command. We had plenty of oxygen to last.”

“We did? Then what the hell happened?”

“That’s what I wanted to know. So I had to scour the daily ship logs. Factor in average oxygen intake, see how it affected the current levels.” He paused. “I found a discrepancy on Day 299. Suddenly we were burning through oxygen more frequently. If we hadn't caught it sooner, we all would have been dead by the time we reached Mars.” He turned to face you finally. “Somebody diverted the O2 pipe to the exhaust port. Somebody was dumping out oxygen.”

“But why? That person would’ve died too!”

“Why indeed Captain? The answer hasn’t come easy to me. One of two possibilities, I think. One, unlikely, the person knew we would find out, and wanted to force us to make the alternate landing. Maybe she didn’t want us to find something that was on this landing site.”

“Why would that be-- wait, she?”

"The more likely scenario, she has a vendetta against the Reich, wanted to take out everyone in the crew along with her. Didn’t think we would find out, we were only luck to do so when I filled in my report.”

“Wait, how are you certain that it is a she? You know who it is?”

He nods, almost smiling. “Isn't it obvious? It's Stefanie.”

You almost feel compelled to laugh. “Stefanie? She’s harmless!”

“And yet she’s the only one who would know how to tamper with the O2 pipes. She tried to kill us, Captain. Why else do you think she’s been so distant from the rest of us? She didn’t want to get attached!”

“I think you’re reading this wrong Max…Stefanie does act off, but its just how she is, her personality, not anything nefarious…Is this all speculation, or do you have proof?”

Max pushes his glasses up to his nose. “I don't have proof, and I don't need proof Captain. Why waste time with proof? Our word will be good enough when we turn her in to High Command.”

Max's witch hunt after your engineer alarms you. Perhaps if you offered an alternate suspect, he may waver off until you obtain evidence that would confirm or deny his hypothesis. What about...

> Sebastian? He was saved by that SS officer when we were about to throw him out.
> Petra? She does have a cold demeanor about her and she knows we need her.
> Erika? Her chambers were right next to the ventilation system, she could’ve tampered at any time.
> Noah? He had admitted some distasteful feelings towards the Party to me before he died.
> No, he's right, it must’ve been Stefanie.

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>>2233782

> Sebastian? He was saved by that SS officer when we were about to throw him out.

>>2233782
I...I honestly don't know who to pick OP, well done.

>>2233782
> Sebastian? He was saved by that SS officer when we were about to throw him out.

We were going to throw him out first, and the landing site did take us closer to the areas some would not want us poking around too early. Or perhaps Petra...

ib4 its Anna, the girl not on the list....

>>2233782
> No, he's right, it must’ve been Stefanie.

>>2233832
No way it was Sebastian. Sabotaging the oxygen supply would have done nothing to aid in his agenda or that of his masters. It's unlikely it was a ploy to get us to eliminate one of the crew since the chances of us choosing the wrong person were too high.

>>2233782
> No, he's right, it must’ve been Stefanie.

Everything points Stefanie, but we lack a motive

Unless it's Max. He could be deliberately feeding us false information.
He was the one who told us we needed to off a crew member, now he's trying to get us to off another one.

I think its petra, She had a very defined nose remember?

>>2234243
Actually you know what, I'm changing my vote.

>"You are making a very serious accusation Max. Funny that it was you who brought the initial oxygen problem to my attention, and then performed the analysis on the best candidate to cut loose. Now you come to me again and tell me something that might force me to kill another member the team. I think I will at least need a second opinion before I take action."

I'll leave some more time for votes since there seems to be a lot of thinking behind this vote. Looks like theres two for throwing Sebastian, one for Stefanie, and this anon suspecting Max >>2234271. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon.

>>2234271
Supporting. This is very suspicious.
However, Petra is the second most suspicious IMO. She's been exposed to other cultures through languages, specifically, Hebrew. She may have been brainwashed or influenced by her father, planting a seed of betrayal within her,

>>2233782
> No, he's right, it must’ve been Stefanie.

>>2234271
supporting

>>2233782
>>2234271
This for now....

We really need to think about the actions that are unraveling, because killing somebody right now, traitor or not will seriously hamper the long term survival of the colony.

>>2235122
>>2234271
If we can pick this then I'll support.
Talk to high command about this issue.

>>2234271
Supporting this, but would prefer not to accuse anyone too soon. Better talk with everyone alone first, then decide

>>2233782
>> No, he's right, it must’ve been Stefanie.

>>2234271
supporting

>>2233346

(Hi, I work in the aerospace industry. I appreciate that this is Those Wacky Nazis and all that. But... Why would a spacecraft take 3 years to get to Mars? The Hohmann transfer time at the optimal window is around 200 days...)

>>2235355
Well, it's like year 1960, so I guess technology is not as good as today

>>2235355
(Hey anon, suffice it to say I'm not an aerospace engineer or any sort of physics expert myself. I must've read or thought I read somewhere that ETA to Mars was 3 years and that's why I put three years in the quest at the beginning. In any case I hope it hasn't ruined your enjoyment of the quest.)

>>2235367

(Not at all, but if it becomes relevant to the plot, you can do Mars-Earth in 200 days every 18 months with Apollo era tech, and I'd imagine that Super Nazi Science!! would go a bit faster, if anything. OTOH, there is a 18 month delay between "good" launch windows.)

>>2234271
>>2234384
>>2235122
>>2235130
>>2235160
>>2235257
>>2235348

The fervour Max takes in putting blame on Stefanie raises questions about his motives. It doesn’t escape you that Max himself is not immune to suspicion. "You are making a very serious accusation Max. Funny that it was you who brought the initial oxygen problem to my attention, and then performed the analysis on the best candidate to cut loose. Now you come to me again and tell me something that might force me to kill another member the team. I think I will at least need a second opinion before I take action."

Max gives a nervous laugh, cowering slightly. “Come now, you can’t be serious Captain. Me? I have no quarrels with anybody on the ship — I heal the crew, I wouldn’t dare hurt them! I took a pledge!”

You step up to him, forcing your perspective down to meet his eyes. “I don’t know Max, what if I were to tell you I had no doubts in my mind that you had the correct motives to have a hidden agenda against my crew, damned any absence of evidence to suggest otherwise? What if I were to inform High Command right now that you were hellbent on thinning our numbers here?”

Max wipes his head, giving a weak smile. “I think I realize your point Captain. I will hold off on shifting blame if it pleases you. But watch yourself Captain – even if it isn’t Stefanie, it doesn’t change the fact that the O2 supply has been tampered with. There's a rat somewhere in this camp.”

You leave the paranoid doctor to finish his reports for the day. The day is still young; you have time to walk out in the habitation suits. High Command would still want to recover their minerals for the terraforming device inside the canyon. Then again, they might want a cursory report of Zone B so they could prepare the second cohort for their upcoming landing. Furthermore, you recall Petra wanted to explore the region, albeit unaccompanied. You would need to speak with her to try and convince her to come with you. Finally, Sebastian had been waiting since the beginning of the month to power up the alien terminal inside the ruins. You’re curious to find out what information could be inside that the Reich could use, let alone his own Mystic order.

> Talk to Petra about exploring Zone B
> Explore Canyon (alone)
> Explore Zone B (alone)
> Power up the ruins (w/ Sebastian)

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>>2235404

> Talk to Petra about exploring Zone B

>>2235404
>power up the runes

>>2235404
> Power up the ruins (w/ Sebastian

>>2235404
> Power up the ruins (w/ Sebastian)
We should ask high command for gestapo tier detailed dossiers on everyone, upbringing, parents, relatives, changes of names, ethnic purity.....

>>2235404
> Talk to Petra about exploring Zone B
This terraforming doo-dad sounds important, and since we just found out we can't trust anyone we'd best see if Petra will let us tag along.

>>2235404

> Talk to Petra about exploring Zone B

OP here, updating tomorrow when I've written out the next few dialogues

“Sebastian, you ready to look inside that terminal?”

The short cheery man looks up from his photoshoot of a small rock sample, grinning in response. You find yourself soon walking towards Stefanie’s workshop, tinkering with a device you deduce is the terraforming machine that High Command kept blathering about.

“Hello Captain. Sebastian. Are you looking to pick up the batteries?” She motions over to the side, where five moderate sized blocks with cables sticking out sit. You and Sebastian start loading them up into the buggy.

“Remember, the red is positive and the black is negative. If you need to change the current, you can use the transformer. I’ve given you the most I can without needing to lend you the generator, so please be mindful of the power you carry for whatever research you need to do.”

You both nod in thanks and pile up in the Lunar Buggy towards the ruins site. The sun is small and low in the horizon by the time you leave. The landscape is still, mirroring the extreme cold about to come. Long shadows are casted from the hills onto the floor, and you humour yourself to think that such a beautiful image is being ignored by a supposed photographer.

It takes a short while before you carefully take down every battery down the chamber. You find it different from the last month, the changes all attributed to Sebastian. Lights from his camera studio brighten up the interior, tarps covering certain sections, only to be cut up to emphasize glyphs on some walls and floors.

“I see you’ve been busy. Last I came here I remember a lot more darkness.”

“Yes, well I needed to see everything so I could photograph and decode everything. We have a somewhat better idea of what this room is and what the walls say now than we did last time you were here.” You find a makeshift bench near the centre and rest yourself, eager to hear the story.

“The walls tell of the legends of the first man. They were crafted by the Gods in their image, to serve and love them. Society has flourished as Man lived in the Heavens alongside them. Then, they meet the first Demons. The Demons attack Man, and Man pleaded the Gods for help. The Gods had gifted to Man the ritual that would give them strength and courage. They would turn into a God themselves. The secrets of this ritual are held by the Priests, the Men most trusted by the Gods. With this ritual, the war with the Demons had been fought back viciously, and Men had prevailed over the Demons. The Gods were so pleased they had gifted them a Heaven for them to flourish in. Happily ever after.” Sebastian breaks his gaze and looks at you. “That’s where it ends.”

“What’s all this bogus about Man and Gods doing here? What does it all mean?”

“The glyphs for Man, God, and Demon mirror those on Earth. Speaking with my elder, we take it to mean that Man is us, or rather our ancestors, and God would be the Hyperborean. This ritual is the key to it all, but from what the legend says it’s held as a secret by the Priests. Likely, if we get the computer up ‘n running, it will tell us about where we can find these Priests, or where they used to live.”

You see him finally fiddle with a wire to connect to a diode sticking out of the terminal. You could’ve sworn it wasn’t there before. “How long have you been messing around with this terminal?”

“You don’t even want to know Captain. Just give me a minute and I’ll get back to you.”

Eventually, a whirring noise enters the chamber. You can hardly believe it. You notice a series of flashes from the terminal display, of an alien design that reminds you of the control panel of the Freyr but without the buttons and dials.

“Now, their display may mirror ours but their controls are very different – switches and dials, instead of alphabetical keys.” The screen lights up with a familiar hieroglyph wall. Sebastian tests a couple of dials and switches, and the screen changes. He hoots in victory. “As I suspect! Each of these vertical columns is an entry. This one seems to be…let me cross reference with the translating guide…Land...Winds…ah, these are usually put together to mean map. I'll check that one out later. Here is Birth Pond -- must be about the birthing tank. Aha! This glyph over here usually comes to mean library!" Sebastian pulls on the switches and dials and the screen shifts. He scans it over with his eyes and toggles some more buttons, changing the screen's face to a different page. "This will take a while, Captain. A lot of these glyphs appear foreign, but there are enough of these for me to be able to decode it. I think I will need something more permanent than the batteries that Stefanie gave us." He turns around. "I'm going to need the spare generator."

"Are you sure, Seb? We only have two generators. It would be quite risky to have a generator outside the base for a long period of time. Suppose something crucial were to happen at base?"

"I would not need to have the generator for a long period of time. Perhaps three or four nights? If you'd rather, we could continue our little trips like this with the batteries, though it would be wasting time if you ask me. I suppose it depends, would you rather have me learn about the Priests sooner, or later?"

> Allow Sebastian to take the generator
> Insist he use the batteries to transport power.

>>2238017
> Insist he use the batteries to transport power

>>2238017
> Insist he use the batteries to transport power.
We need to be extra careful what with a probable saboteur knocking about the place.

>>2238017
> Insist he use the batteries to transport power.

>>2238017
>> Insist he use the batteries to transport power.

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>>2238515
>>2238378
>>2238367
>>2238194

"I'm going to have to insist we use the batteries, Seb. Read as much as you can today and we'll return tomorrow with fresh power cells." Sebastian rolls his eyes but he succumbs to your orders. The rest of the day and beginning of the night is met with whistling, whirring, and writing as Sebastian transcribes the alien symbols down, often engaging with you in entertaining and enlightening dialogue.

"One thing does confuse me Sebastian. Why are the myths in this chamber so centered on mankind, if they had created us? Wouldn't it be filled with their own myths and legends?"

Sebastian shakes his head. "No, see Captain, you're looking at it wrong. Though the design and architecture of the chamber is Hyperborean, the builders of the chamber had been men." He smiles as you give him a confused stare. "Think about the legend. Man left to go to join God in Heaven. We know us men came from Earth. They left Earth to join God, our creators, in Heaven, here. Thus, they would build structures in Heaven. This must be one of them."

"So Mars is Heaven? I had thought you said the Hyperboreans lived elsewhere, not here."

"Its all a working theory, of course, more will come to light when we fully decode the wall."

The day ends when the battery cells are exhausted, signaling your queue to return to base. Sebastian informs you on the way back that he would need at least two more trips like this one to collect the information from the terminal. You keep that in mind, wondering what's on your schedule tomorrow.

> Continue Decoding the Terminal
> Talk to Petra
> Explore Canyon (alone)
> Explore Zone B (alone)
> Investigate O2 Saboteur (Stefanie, Sebastian, write-in)

>>2238564
> Talk to Petra
Tag along on her zone B survey.

>>2238564
> Talk to Petra

>>2238564
> Investigate O2 Saboteur

>>2238017
>> Insist he use the batteries to transport power.

>>2238588

>>2238697
Just in the nick of time there, Batman.

>>2238564
Ask him if he has family back home, his health. See if he be interested in Anna....

>>2238588
>>2238631
>>2238738

The next morning, you wake up early in hopes to catch Petra in her lab. Sure enough, you see her in the office preparing her things to leave the base on an expedition.

“Going somewhere?”

She jumps, turning around. “Captain.” She nods, making her way towards the exit. You block her path. “Are you staying close to the Base?”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Captain. I am capable enough to drive.”

You shake your head. “I’m sorry Petra, but rules are rules. No civilians will leave outside the range of the Base without a military guardian.”

Petra continues past you, walking at a brisk pace towards the garage. You keep up with her easily. “What’s the matter Petra? Talk to me.”

She keeps ignoring you. You run in front of her, standing tall to block her path. “Science Officer Petra, I demand to know what the cause of this attitude is.”

Petra sighs and wipes her forehead. “It’s you, Captain! You had a clear shot at catching that dirty Juden, but instead you…you let me live. Only for what? For us to be back where we started? Erika is still injured, and we’re just as much in the dark today as we were when we first found that damned ship!” Her face gets very red. You can tell she’s been holding this in for a while. “Why, Captain? Why did you save me?”

> We need you, Petra. The Reich needs you. [Nationalist]
> No amount of enemy intelligence would justify allowing a fellow man or woman to die. [Moralist]
> You were wounded by an inferior creature. I would not let you die in such an undignified manner [Racial Supremacist]
> Write In

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>>2240256
> We need you, Petra. The Reich needs you. [Nationalist]

"Platitudes aside I truly believe your expertise is much needed here. If you require a more... logical justification: We are a small team and from a strategic standpoint it is unwise to fight a battle of attrition with an enemy of unknown disposition. Were I a colder man and knew with absolute certainty that killing the Juden would have eliminated all threats to our presence on Mars perhaps I would have considered risking your life to end his, but such was not the case."

"Don't get me wrong, it's not that I personally like you or anything... dumpkoff."

>>2240256
> You were wounded by an inferior creature. I would not let you die in such an undignified manner [Racial Supremacist]
>>2240284
Nice speech by the way

>>2240284
>that spoiler
kek

>>2240256

> You were wounded by an inferior creature. I would not let you die in such an undignified manner [Racial Supremacist]

>>2240256
> We need you, Petra. The Reich needs you. [Nationalist]

We can kill the Juden the next time we see him, but it would take an unacceptable amount of time and resources to send us another science officer.

>>2240289
Thanks

I'm guessing Petra either has self worth issues or she hates Jews like the Doom Guy hates demons. Either way, best to emphasize pragmatism with her IMO.

Unless you want to waifu her, but depending on what kind of tone the QM wants to set that could blow up in our face.

(I know we're tied, but I'm gonna select >>2240284 because of the speech)

“I saved you because we need you, Petra. The Reich needs you. Your expertise is fundamental for our mission here. Losing you would set our progress and goals here back for years, whereas taking Elijah prisoner would be only marginally increase our understanding of the Juden foe.”

Petra looks away, folding her arms tightly across her chest. “You think too highly of me, Captain. My work as a Science Officer can easily be done by a well-trained ape. All I do is collect samples and report them to High Command. It’s the professors in Berlin who are the real brains; the ones who interpret the results and relay back to me. I’m just a handyman for them.”

“Is that what you think, Petra? I’m ashamed. You’re the smartest woman in this whole crew. When we came onto that UFO, I doubt Erika or Stefanie would recognize that the letters or the book was Judensprache. And when I had to find the fuel in the canyons, do you think a trained ape would be able to help me find the uranium ore? Well?”

Petra remains silent, shifting her feet in the sand like a toddler being lectured by a parent.

“I don’t want to hear any more of this self-doubting from you, Science Officer, you would only be holding the Reich back. Now come on, we have a Zone to map.”

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Petra sits by your side in the Lunar Buggy, scanning the landscape as she moves her head from inside the fishbowl helmet. Her lips move as she records what she can see in her audio logs for High Command. A pile of chrome and glass equipment clutters the back. Petra had insisted on bringing all of her small instruments and a couple machines on her journey, though admitting to you she probably wouldn’t need to use all of them.

You notice her closing her audio logs and decide to start conversation. “So, what are you going to do in Zone B?”

“There are a few mineral analyses and a couple meteorological probes I want to install. Zone B is dominated by flat terrain, but in the northeast quadrant there lies a base of a dormant volcano. We know on Earth that volcanoes are a source of several unique minerals and can significantly impact the atmosphere of the planet, so there are hypotheses the same principles will apply to Martian volcanoes. The only questions are what minerals and to what extent the atmosphere is impacted.”

Now you remember, you recognize some of the equipment in the back of the vehicle. You’ve seen Petra carry some small containers and a shovel for mineral studies around the base and the canyon. You conclude the larger equipment to be the meteorological probes. There were only about three of them, but they were large enough to slow down your driving speed for fear that they would fly out the back.

“Stop here, Captain.” Petra gets out, shuffling to a nearby spot of dirt and squatting down. She murmurs something in her audio log and goes back for the mineral study equipment. You watch the professional at work, opening a container to reveal a miniaturized lab kit and her shoveling some dirt, examining it and exposing it to some unlabeled chemicals. Though you find the performance fascinating, Petra’s facial expressions seem to indicate it to be a chore. She packs up and reenters the vehicle, asking you to continue.

“How many of these studies have you done?”

She shrugs. “Since we’ve landed? I would say around 25. I had been set back since I’ve had to analyze that fossil we found in the canyon.”

“You’re a very educated woman, Petra. Did you have to learn mineralogy for this mission?”

She shakes her head. “I learned all the natural sciences in Berlin. Geology, Meteorology, Paleontology, Biology, Chemistry. The only thing I had to learn during my training was being familiar with the equipment and learning about some of the popular theories about Mars. Quite several of them have been debunked already.”
“How many of these studies do you have in Zone B?”

“Technically, we only have to install the weather probes around the volcano, but given that High Command will ask for a mineral study in the future, I took initiative to conduct one today.”

The sky clears more, and you see the volcano in full effect. The clearness in the sky allows you to see the slight change in color between the volcanic rock and your own ground. Soon the buggy lifts up, and you find your body move back as the slope of the terrain raises suddenly.

“Captain, may I ask you a question?”

“Sure, Petra.”

“You must know that these weather probes will help High Command and the SS-Science determine how to calibrate and install the terraforming device.”

You didn’t know that, but nod anyways.

“Why do you think High Command wants to terraform Mars? Even the Lunar base isn’t terraformed. What do you think is their real plan?”

> “There is no secret plan, it’s just a military base. Mars is much farther away from Earth than the moon. It makes sense they would want to make the base more sustainable.” [Nationalist]
> “They must have colonial ambitions. Rewarding every loyal German with a plot of land for their service.” [Moralist]
> “If I were to guess, they’re preparing the prison to throw the non-Nordics in” [Racial Supremacist]
> Write In

> Opinion Score [Nationalist: 2, Moralist: 2, Racial Supremacist: 4]

Sorry I didn't actually use the speech, I pretty much just tried to condense it so the update wouldn't take 9 million years. Also done for the day, be back tomorrow evening.

>>2240733

> “There is no secret plan, it’s just a military base. Mars is much farther away from Earth than the moon. It makes sense they would want to make the base more sustainable.” [Nationalist]

>>2240733
>It seems clear to me Luna was our stepping stone to mars and mars will be our stepping stone out of our solar system and beyond. The reich will one day spread across the stars i'm sure of it but i doubt that will be in my lifetime.

>>2240850
this

>>2240850
Support

>>2240733
> “They must have colonial ambitions. Rewarding every loyal German with a plot of land for their service.” [Moralist]

inb4 Red Faction

>>2240850
Doesn't really answer her question though.

>>2241140

>>2241147
Its kinda like moralist with a bit of nationalist in there.

>>2240733
> “There is no secret plan, it’s just a military base. Mars is much farther away from Earth than the moon. It makes sense they would want to make the base more sustainable.” [Nationalist]

Maybe also this >>2240850

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“It seems clear to me Luna was our stepping stone to Mars and Mars will be our stepping stone out of the solar system and beyond. The Reich will one day spread across the stars, I’m sure of it, but I doubt that will be in my lifetime.”

Petra scoffs. “How large the ego of Man is if that were the case. If you ask me, Captain, it makes little sense to me that the Reich would seek to conquer Mars when the Earth itself isn’t even conquered. There still run Orientals in the East, the freed colonies in Africa, and the socialist republics in South America. Perhaps it is to fulfil some ambition, but that would be short sighted of High Command if you ask me.”

After about fifteen minutes driving up the volcano, Petra motions to stop over to the side of the volcano, hopping out to grab the probe and other equipment. The probe itself is a large rod of metal with a funnel shaped dish on the top, a collapsible tripod bottom, and a mechanical panel and display on its side. Petra drops and stamps on some stakes to secure the probe.

“The first step in terraforming is to thicken the atmosphere. Earth’s atmosphere is so thick it traps radiation and heat from the sun, baking the land. Mars has too thin of an atmosphere, hence the inhospitable cold. The terraforming device will act like a stimulant to the atmosphere, helping to expand thicker layers all over the planet. That’s why we choose this volcano location to install it; it’s very high up and the clouds around here are thick already.”

“How long before Mars will be terraformed?”

Petra gives a short laugh. “With just the one device, it will take millennia. Luckily, the second cohort are bringing many more devices, and future missions will either bring more or be trained in building the devices in the colony. Then, the most optimistic estimate says two centuries before we make Mars like Earth.”

You whistle. “A shame, I would like to have seen this hellhole tamed.”

“As would I Captain, but at least we can say we were there to tame it.”

The sun sits on the horizon by the time you make it back from the volcano trip. It’s a relief as well as a mystery how you and Petra haven’t been attacked outside the safety of the Base A compound. Elijah deciding to hold off on attacks due to fear? Or maybe preparing a new one?

You take a visit to the cafeteria after seeing Petra to her lab. Sebastian sits with Erika and Anna, all playing cards and merrily chatting. Sebastian is the first to acknowledge you as you walk in.

“Ah look who it is, the son of Germany returns! What tales of conquest do you have for us today?”

You chuckle at the performance. “Keep it up, Sebastian. Flattery will get you everywhere. What’s with the card games?”

Erika pipes in. “Anna and I took a break from the training, and Sebastian decided to join us. There isn’t much else I can do here with my injuries, though Max tells me I’ll be fit to serve in another two days! By the way Captain, have you made a decision about allowing Anna to train rifles?”

You clear your throat. You forgot to inform Erika about your decision. “I’m afraid I cannot allow Anna to continue training. I’ve just gotten off the transmitter with one of the SS scientists studying Ubermensches and he informed me that Anna was too valuable to risk training for in battle.” It was at least half true. High Command wouldn’t be pleased if a female Ubermensch had been killed in combat, however unlikely it might be.

“I see. Well, I understand Captain, I’ll cease training Anna and focus on healing up faster so we can kick some Juden ass later, sir.”

You smile, admiring the gumption Erika still had in her. “We may be lucky, Security Officer. Petra and I didn’t face any ambushes when we were in Zone B. Might’ve scared them to crawl back in whatever hole they spawned from.”

Erika gives you her infamous scowl and sighs. “I wish I were as optimistic as you Captain. Likely, I’d wager that the damned rats are more south of our position. If only we got a look at where that tunnel went where Elijah escaped…”

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You bid the group good night and retire to your bed. The following morning, you consider your options. High Command did still want you to recover the materials with the terraforming device from the canyon. Now that Petra was comfortable enough to come with you, you could use her help to identify the minerals. Then again, her last experience in the tunnels were near fatal, so going alone with the stealth modification might be the safer option.

You also could escort Sebastian to the ruins and help further decode the terminal. At the rate that Erika heals at, you could just tell Seb to wait until Erika is fit for service to visit the tunnels again. But curiosity begs at you to wait with Sebastian to uncover the secrets of the birthing pod inside the chamber.

There was still the matter of the O2 saboteur. Finding evidence against Stefanie may ease your conscience about suspecting her, or resolve your guilt in the case that she has an alibi. If you were feeling confident enough, perhaps you could share your investigation with a more trusted crewmember, at least more trustworthy than Max, and see how the search may develop afterwards…

Finally, there was also the matter of finding a husband for Anna. Sebastian appeared mischievous and carefree, though from your encounters with him in the ruins he seems to be good hearted. Max was definitely intelligent and obedient, though his overzealousness does seem suspect at times. Of course, you could deal with it yourself, but the odds would be 1 in 100 that a child would be sired.

> Canyon (solo/with Petra)
> Ruins
> Investigate O2 Saboteur (interrogate Stefanie/snoop in Stefanie's cell/inform another crew member/write in)
> Find husband for Anna (Sebastian/Max/you)

(update min 4 hrs)

>>2242321

> Canyon (with Petra)

>>2242321
>> Investigate O2 Saboteur (interrogate Stefanie/snoop in Stefanie's cell/inform another crew member/write in)
Finding our saboteur should be first priority

>>2242321
> Investigate O2 Saboteur (interrogate Stefanie/snoop in Stefanie's cell/inform another crew member/write in)
Have a quiet rummage in Stephanie's quarters.

>>2242362

Stefanie will be in her workshop all day, so you figure it’s a great opportunity to snoop around her room.

The small cabin is split between Petra and Stefanie, a shabbily built wall separating the two halves from seeing each other, but allowing a small gap to walk to the other room. You enter and use the gap to go into Stefanie’s quarters.

The small room is very tidy. You see among her personal items three chests, a desk with a sketchbook, a few messy posters, and a twin sized cot with a pillow and blanket. You first ruffle through the chests. The first is stuffed with underclothes and spare jumpsuits. It strikes you Stefanie hasn’t brought any personal civilian clothes; no dresses, no skirts, no blouses. All her identity seemed to be tied to her engineering duties.

The second box was empty, save for a small book. Jackpot! A diary. You flip through the pages, skimming over the writing. For as little as Stefanie spoke, she wrote a whole lot. The organization was messy, some pages filled with illustrations, and the beginning and end of entries not clearly defined. Some of the illustrations made you chuckle. Doctor Max, with a bear face. Sebastian as a dwarf. You, with the face of an eagle. The women of the crew were absent in the drawings, but appeared occasionally in the entries. Fears about Petra, adoration over Anna, curiosity about Erika. You manage to skim to the dates that Max said the sabotage would take place when you hear an “Ahem.”

You look up, your heart sinking at the figure of the woman. Luckily the woman is not the room owner, but the roommate. Petra. She absently glances over the open box of underclothes and looks at you, reading through the diary. “Uhm, what are you doing Captain?”

> “Military inspection. High Command’s orders.”
> “Stefanie sent me here. Needed me to fetch something.”
> “Improving crew relations. Difficult to talk with Stef, so learning what I can here.”
> Tell Petra the truth
> write in

>>2242719
> “Military inspection. High Command’s orders.”

>>2242719
>> Tell Petra the truth

>>2242768

>>2242719
>take petra by the wrist and push her on stephanie's bed.
What I'm doing? I'll show you who I'm planning on doing.

>>2242719
> “Military inspection. High Command’s orders.”

>>2243399
Give dat white hoe muh dik so she forget what she want nigga

>>2242719
>Military inspection. High Command’s orders

>>2242719
> Tell Petra the truth

>>2242719
>“Random inspection. High Command’s orders.”

>>2242719
> “Suprise inspection. High Command’s orders.”

>>2242719
>Just tell her you need to take care of whole crew and some inspections are needed

>>2242719
>Tell Petra the truth

>>2242768
>>2243191
>>2243408
>>2243574
>>2244643
>>2244821
>>2244952

“Military Inspection. High Command’s orders.”

Petra puts her hands on her hips and glares. “I haven’t heard anything about this.”

“Its random. And secret. Do you question High Command?”

Petra gives in and shakes her head. “I suppose not. Wish they would give some sort of warning, trying to treat me like a criminal…” you hear her ruffle for something in her room and leave. Your attention then returns to the diary.

Around the date of the supposed sabotage, you look for any drawings or writing of suspicion. The tone of the writing shifts darker, seemingly more spiteful. She lists a number of quarrels she has with the Party, ranging from their beliefs of superiority to their fear and dominance over the population, claiming the Gestapo harasses German citizens unnecessarily. She ends the entry saying she hopes that the Party doesn’t reach Mars because of these reasons. It’s a strong motive and can be evidence, but you cannot prove that such a thought would be linked to an action.

You flip a couple entries ahead, when word of Noah’s death would’ve been heard by the crew. Stefanie’s writing seems to be panicking now, fearful for her life. Though she mentions her dislike for Noah, she devotes pages towards her paranoia of being “next”. Was that the emotion she had when you calmed her down enough to land?

The evidence is clear that Stefanie has the matching motives for a saboteur, but the smoking gun is missing: the admission of tampering with the O2 pipes. Some part of you thinks that Stefanie’s motives and technical skills is enough for conviction, but another feels that further investigation is necessary. Perhaps you should consult High Command on what to do?

> Consult with High Command
> Interrogate Stefanie
> Snoop around workshop when Stefanie is gone
> Write in

>>2245157
> Snoop around workshop when Stefanie is gone

>>2245157
> Snoop around workshop when Stefanie is gone

>>2245157
> Snoop around workshop when Stefanie is gone
More rummaging!

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You knock on the workshop wall. “Stefanie?”

The engineer is crouched by the buggy, fixing up the wheel. She looks up, a wrench in her mouth, muffling a confused yes through her teeth.

“I need you to look at the radio tower. There’s a weird noise being made when I speak with Command and I want to make sure it’s not coming from our end.”

She nods, turning back to her work. When she notices you still standing, she looks up again and takes the wrench out of her mouth. “You need me now?”

“I don’t want to keep Command waiting, do you?”

She apologizes profusely and gathers her toolbox, pacing quickly to the habitation suits. You wait until she’s suited up before you go inside, free to snoop around. First you walk towards the personal terminal. All of the messages arriving and sent are from SS-Space. The work tasks are tedious to read and provide little information of worth. Requests for ship’s vitals for week so and so, analysis of ship hull activity at such and such distance from the sun, calibration requests for this vehicle under Martian gravity and terrain, etc. The correspondence back with SS-Space was short and professional in most cases. You check the messages around the time that the supposed sabotage occurred. Max was correct; the O2 levels had dropped around that date, with all the other vitals maintaining around the same levels. If Max had caught it, Stefanie definitely would’ve known about it, even if she was innocent. And in the case that she didn’t catch it, wouldn’t the SS-Space officer she sent the report to catch it as well?

You rummage elsewhere around the workshop. Not much else reveals any clues; a file cabinet filled with schematics, various technical manuals, a tool cabinet with instruments and spare parts, all not hiding anything that would put on immediate suspicion. You reflect back on those Gestapo detective films you saw in your leisure time. The hero would always investigate locations around a house that they would observe the suspect often visiting. Civilians always sitting on the couch that had hidden a cellar hatch filled with Juden, for example. Or a rich civilian always standing by the wall, near a painting that hid a vault. Every time you visited Stefanie, you recall how she always was working on the buggy. Surely, it didn’t always need a tuneup or a tire change. You crouch in her habitual position, facing the rear seat from the side.

You’ve drive the buggy many times, but have never been a passenger. The rear of the buggy uses a large cushion to fill in more than one passenger, or in your mission’s case mostly serves as a luggage carrier. The cushion indent on the front driver and passenger’s seat is mostly permanent from many uses, but the cushion indent on the back seat is oddly shaped. The left and center side are pressed down, whereas the right side is lifted slightly. The side you face right now. As if it had been pulled in that direction.

You lift the cushion on this hunch. Aha! A hidden hole! Reaching inside, you feel something familiar. A handheld talkie. The dial was to be turned to meet the right frequency and the buttons were to power the device, manipulate the volume, and turn on the speaker. Why would Stefanie be hiding a talkie from the crew?

The device is turned off now. You could turn it on and see if the other side would respond. It might reveal more insights into the investigation, but it would let them know that you're onto Stefanie, and you don't know what that could imply. If the connections were with an SS-Space officer, it could provide some complications from Command's end.

> Turn on the device and read the frequency
> Turn on the device and try to speak with the conspirator
> Wait until Stefanie comes and confront her
> Consult with High Command

>>2245497
>Read the frequency, Then confront Stefanie

>>2245497
> Turn on the device and read the frequency

>>2245497
>Read the frequency, Then confront Stefanie
This

>>2245508

>>2245508
yes

>>2245497
can't we dust for fingerprints?

See of they are on anything that shouldn't be on.. or with an excessive amount?

>>2245622
If we turn on the device and read the frequency, we can tune in to that and listen in on the conversations. This would be more valuable as evidence to confront Stefanie at a later date and also to thwart any secret evil plans she may have

>>2245863
valid point, I will consider this in the option to read the frequency. I will be writing for just reading the frequency unless people want to also confront Stefanie.

>>2245874
>>2245863

Naw, i'll support, read frequency.

>>2245497
>Turn on the device and read the frequency

It's looking worse and worse for Stefanie, but somethings still don't quite add up. If she was serious about sabotaging the mission, why not just rig the spacecraft for some kind of catastrophic failure and kill everyone?

But then the Nazis would eventually just send another team... maybe her goal is to manipulate the mission in such a way as to make the Party conclude there is no point in extending their reach to Mars?

I wonder what she's trying to achieve here.

>>2245898
She'd die too...?

>>2245911
She also runs the risk of dying if we catch her anyway. According to her diary she was already worried that she'd be next.

>>2245863
This.
Definitely this.

>>2245898
I dunno; as pointed out in >>2245491
>And in the case that she didn’t catch it, wouldn’t the SS-Space officer she sent the report to catch it as well?

In other words; the lack of O2 was noted & reported back to command. The odds of that being missed by the (presumably) teams of experts they have combing of every iota of data we send them are miniscule to non-existent. If command didn't care about the drop in O2 then it's likely to have been some sort of loyalty test on their part, rather than a lone act of sabotage on Stephanie's.

There's deeper politicking afoot here than we currently realise.

How exciting!

>>2245954
>There's deeper politicking afoot here than we currently realise.
I guess what I was trying to say is that I got nothing.

Right now I can't really say what should be done next with any confidence.

>>2245508
>>2245658
>>2245704
>>2245710
>>2245658

You turn on the talkie, reading the frequency number. You are no expert in telecommunications, but the wavelength appears similar to those used by some in High Command. If she was using this device to speak with someone on Earth, she would need to wait much longer to read and send a response than if she were to use the transmitter. Hence anything you would be hearing would’ve been sent many minutes in the past.

You hear static for several minutes, then a voice. “Repeating Message, please acknowledge. Overlord request on delivery status. Advise extreme caution. Repeating Message, please acknowledge.”

The message stops, and you wait to hear more. A full five minutes and the message repeats again. You shut the talkie off and put it back in the slot. From what you can tell, Stefanie was to deliver something. Some “package”. A physical package? The only questionable recipients would be the wretched Juden. Was Stefanie a secret Jew?

You look outside. The figure of Stefanie is just descending the hill. It strikes you that you could catch her red handed if she was to be delivering the package, but it could be risky if the package had something that could hurt the mission, or the Reich. Confronting Stefanie now would be the ideal scenario, but it would be more difficult to extract information that way. Stefanie may play shy, but she knew her value. Nobody else on the crew knew how to run the machines or fix the transmitter as well as Stefanie. Depending on her loyalty, she might hold out information until the spare engineer from the second cohort arrives, but even by then who knew what could happen.

You ponder over your options.

> Confront Stefanie
> Keep a close eye for when she delivers the ‘package’
> Write In

>>2246060
>> Keep a close eye for when she delivers the ‘package’

>>2246060
> Keep a close eye for when she delivers the ‘package’

>>2246060
>Keep a close eye for when she delivers the ‘package’

>>2246060
> Keep a close eye for when she delivers the ‘package’

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Stefanie returns to her workshop. You spy the building from afar, fiddling with your Lunar Rifle outside the cafeteria. Max walks up to you, catching your attention.

“Hey Captain, how is your investigation going?”

You unload the rifle clip and toss it up in the air. “I shouldn’t have doubted you, Max. Something is very fishy about Miss Stefanie. I found a hidden cache inside the Lunar Buggy, with a hidden talkie.”

Max is shook. “A hidden talkie! Who was she talking with?”

“Who, I’m not sure, some turncoat in High Command I figure. What’s more, the man told her to deliver some…package to a certain location. To where and to whom I won’t know until she moves out herself.”

“Delivering a package? To who, little green men? There’s nobody here but us!”

“You’re forgetting our alien friends so soon, Max? And their masters?”

Max looks at you stunned. “You don’t think…she’s one of them? Shouldn’t you stop her?”

“Catching a rat is one thing, but following her to the hole will lead you to the nest.”

“I trust and hope by the Fuhrer you know what you’re doing, Captain. If I were you I would inform Command immediately.”

You wave him away with your hand. "I won't learn anything about what this is about unless I let her play her game. I can't convict her without knowing why..."

Stefanie retires to her room after working in the shop at 2100. At around 0230 you see her sneak out, object in hand, rushing over to the habitation suit storage. You follow her with your gaze as she goes to the storage and tampers with the control panel of her suit. Once she’s equipped up, she makes for the dome wall and breaks free south. Once you see her out of sight, you run to the storage and suit up and grab a rifle, eager not to lose her.

You let Stefanie’s own footprints lead you to wherever she is. They lead to a path in the canyon, around where you found the tunnel where Elijah was. Sure enough, the steps lead inside that tunnel. Nothing good can come from this, you think to yourself.

The chambers are familiar from your last encounter down here. The walls close in like you’re going down the gullet of a great beast from the old Germanic folk tales. At the large cavern, the footsteps continue inside the tunnel ahead. How did Stefanie know of this route? She wasn’t with your party before…

The tunnel Elijah had used to previously escaped is long and winding, and at the tail end moves up. At the exit end, you can hear faint growls echoing and you raise your rifle higher. You rush forward and finally find an open chamber, naked beneath the starry night, the walls tall and red circling the room around you like inside a rusting pot.

(Sorry posting from phone, internet is being ass so second half of update will be delayed)

>>2246740

“Hello? Is anyone out there? Please, I know one of you must be here!” You hug the wall, looking outside. Stefanie is in the open, package outstretched.

“I know you watch over this place…I bring with me a package…a gift your brothers and sisters on Earth.” Brothers and sisters? So she is a Juden! But what was in the package?

“I’m going to leave it here…you can grab it when you’re ready…don’t worry, its just me, nobody has followed me here…”

Stefanie shifts around awkwardly. Its difficult for you to tell if she’s going to leave or continue to stay. It occurs to you she might be expecting to meet someone, and is holding onto that hope that she does…

Its been many minutes, and you’re counting the oxygen counter when suddenly some scuffles are heard. A golem jumps down, clothed in an odd-looking all white jumpsuit. He approaches the nervous engineer, barking some questions aloud in a foreign language.

“I…I’m sorry, I don’t understand. I only know German. But here, take this back, please.”

You peek your head out, and see the hand grab onto the package. Suddenly, the other arm reaches out and grabs Stefanie by the waist. “What are you doing? Let go of me! I have to get back!” The creature holds on tightly and wriggles, the woman struggling and complaining.

You figure its about time you deal with this incident at once. The creature barks aloud when he sees you come forward. Stefanie takes advantage and kicks the creature, causing the package to drop several meters back. She looks up at you, alerted and yet relieved. “Captain? Please, help me!”

Now is the time for action.

> Shoot the golem and Stefanie
> Try and shoot only the golem
> Take the ‘package’

>>2247053
> Try and shoot only the golem

>>2247053
> Try and shoot only the golem

>>2247053
> Try and shoot only the golem

If we hit Stefanie too, well no loss there.

>>2247053
>> Try and shoot only the golem

>>2247086
And then take the package

>>2247053
> Try and shoot only the golem
I want to hear Stephanie explain what's going on, and it's generally quite difficult to get answers out of a corpse.

>>2247505
This and take the package

>>2247053
> Try and shoot only the golem
> Take the ‘package’
idc if Stephanie gets hit either.

“Damn you, Untermesch.” You lift your rifle and aim carefully, not wanting to be reckless and injure Stefanie. The assailant backs away, dragging Stefanie as a body shield. You close in, dropping to pick up the package and tucking it in your utility pouch. From the crouched position, you target closely and take a shot. The bolt successfully penetrates the golem’s head, goring through the large cerebrum and destroying its brain. Stefanie shrieks, blood spattering on her helmet, and she drops to her knees. You walk up, rifle still up but with a different target.

“Get up!” Stefanie blinks, breathing heavily. You grab her arm, pulling her up, and but her ahead with the nozzle of your rifle. “Start walking.”

“C-Captain…?” She looks behind her, confused. You budge her forward. “Don’t give me a reason to kill, woman, forward now!”

You both make it inside the tunnels, escaping the large arena. Hopefully, now you’re outside the eyes of the Juden, assuming they don’t monitor the inside cavern too. But such assumptions are to be swept aside now; you need answers now.

“Sit down. Hands on your helmet.” Stefanie kneels down and obeys your commands, raising her hands up and grabbing onto the glass helmet. The alien’s blood smears on her helmet.

You start unwrapping the package. “So, Chief Engineer, what have you brought here today?” A small square tablet, decorated in plastic and metal stares back at you. You turn it around, trying to remember its origin and purpose but failing to do so.

“What is this?”

Stefanie avoids your gaze. “It’s a hard disk.” She hesitates before continuing. “It stores computer files.”

“And what were you planning on doing with this? Giving it to the Juden?”

Tears flow down. “Are…are you going to kill me?”

“I haven’t decided that yet. Get up, we’re going to have a long talk when we get back to base.”

You march your prisoner back to base. It’s a long and quiet walk, and Stefanie made no effort to go back in a hurry, prompting you to encourage her with an occasional shove in the back. Her arms are kept high the entire walk, dropping occasionally when she tripped over the occasional dip in the terrain. Finally, you both enter the semipermeable dome layer and you march her into her workshop. You take a pair of cables and sit Stefanie down, tying her to her office chair. Then, you take her helmet off and leave your habitation suit. “Start talking. Who are you?”

“S-sir?”

“Don’t play coy, I’ve read your diary and I’ve found your talkie. You’re an agent against Germany. So, who are you?”

“I’m Stefanie! I’m the same Stefanie that you know me as!”

You crouch down, meeting her eyes. “If you’re the Stefanie I know, you wouldn’t sneak out at night trading secrets to our sworn enemy. Are you a Jew?”

She avoids your gaze again. “My mother was. I’m unbaptized…”

You widen your eyes. “You’re a half Jew?” All the Jews were purged twenty years ago, you thought. Even those of mixed heritage, though there were few of them. “How are you not found out?”

“Jews still roam the Earth. They’re underground, but organized. We have connections. Helped raise me, educate me, and give me a new identity. That’s how I managed to be get education and become an engineer.”

“If you serve the Juden, how do you not know Hebrew? Why did no Juden come to meet you?”

She shakes her head. “You don’t understand, Captain. We were separated at birth. We only came to know of Juden on Mars a couple years ago. We share the same blood, but we have different lives. We grew up not knowing our culture and having to hide because of our heritage. They live in exile practicing their tradition and language. We wanted to be in contact with them. Tell them of the situation on Earth. So…”

“So, you went to deliver this package, I presume. Sharing Party secrets.” You begin laughing. “You have no idea where they are, do you?”

She nods. “I went in the tunnels because Erika and Petra told me that was where they met the Juden last time. It was a necessary gamble.” She pauses, sniffling before she speaks again. “We were planning originally to keep the Freyr in orbit around Mars. There was no way to make it happen unless the pilot and crew were dead. There was still the chance they could miss us if we approached and landed, so we had to be frozen in orbit around Mars. They would intercept and learn about the Nazi spacecraft and they would recover the data files from my terminal to read their intel. But then Noah died…and I couldn’t tamper with the O2 levels any more. It would be too risky for…for our other agent.”

You raise your eyebrows. “You have an agent in the SS-Space. Who is it?”

She bit her lip. “I can’t tell you.”

You bang your fist hard on the table. “Chief Engineer, you have no room to negotiate! Tell me who the rat is now!” She closes her eyes. You wait for her response eagerly, shouting at her more and more. Stefanie’s facial expression seems to change. Tears stain her face, and the red paints her cheeks, but her eyes and cold and mouth stoic. She finally opens her eyes.

“I’ve thought about it Captain. You can’t afford to kill me. I’m the only one who can operate the machines and maintain the equipment. I’m the only one who knows how to put together the terraforming device. Even if you choose to torture me, you can’t have me crippled or disabled. So, no threats of yours can scare me.”

You stand up, hands akimbo and confused. “Why the change in attitude? Didn’t you just confess your allegiance and motives?”

She shrugged. “I haven’t told you anything that the upper levels of the SS don’t already know. Everything else you would have inferred from my actions in the canyons. I figured I would save you time. But I…I decided that I can’t betray my people, Captain. You of all people, understand, right?”

Stefanie’s arguments frustrate you, but it leaves you at a dilemma. A loss of an engineer would strain the crew. Who would pick up the responsibilities? Also, some part of you still doesn’t believe Stefanie, seeing her as the innocent and quiet girl aboard the Freyr. Could you really face to kill her?

> Kill her, she’s a Juden! [Racial Supremacist]
> Talk with High Command, they’ll know what to do [Nationalist]
> Keep her alive for now, but under close guard [Moralist]
> Write in

> Opinion Score [Nationalist: 3, Moralist: 2, Racial Supremacist: 4]

>>2248846
> Talk with High Command, they’ll know what to do [Nationalist]

>Make sure the Furier is informed if possible in the room too.

>>2248846
> Talk with High Command, they’ll know what to do [Nationalist]

>>2248846
> Talk with High Command, they’ll know what to do [Nationalist]

also this >>2248855

>>2248846
> Talk with High Command, they’ll know what to do [Nationalist]

Nothing gets a purge going like informing the Fuhrer about it.

>>2248846
>Talk with High Command, they’ll know what to do [Nationalist]

We'll have to kill her sooner or later though.

> Talk with High Command, they’ll know what to do [Nationalist]

chances are that she will be killed anyway,but better not do anything that could compromise the Reich's plans.

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>>2248855
>>2248876
>>2249020
>>2249043
>>2249089

You check the time. It’s far too late to awaken the camp, but you wager you could still ask for advice on what to do from High Command. You leave Stefanie tied up, ripping a strip of cloth from your shirt to stuff her mouth shut. “I’ll be back for you. Don’t think this is over.”

The transmitter inside the meeting room is still operational. You send out a hail and await Command’s signal. “Captain? We’ve received your hail.”

You clear your throat. “Command, I have a grave matter to discuss. I request you record this conversation and send it to the Fuhrer’s office posthaste.”

“To the Fuhrer? What sort of problem would we need to bother the Fuhrer for? Have the Juden found you?”

“No.” you remark. “But I’ve found a Juden.”

You quickly recap the details of the previous eight hours and the investigation that had preceded it. Command interrupts frequently, often to bicker amongst themselves and shift blame around the superior officers.

The Waffen-SS representative raves aloud. “I knew that there was a Jew hidden in the Space faction! None of those damned academics are given any screening whatsoever!”

The SS-Space representative backlashes. “If your pathetic army was capable of finishing your job, maybe this problem would’ve never happened in the first place!”

The SS-Science director hushes both of them. “Enough, gentlemen! We’ve known for years that rogue Jews still wander, but we’ve never anticipated they would infiltrate our organization. Clearly, we need to let Internal Affairs handle this matter.”

Both men calm, and the Wehrmacht representative pipes in. “We must be thankful to the Captain that he caught the spy before she could deliver our information and plans to our adversary. But what the Captain presents is a valid dilemma. The spy may still have important information, details that can help find the renegade Juden and finally cleans the planet.”

The Science director nods. “Not to mention, that the success of the scientific nature of this organization depends on a professional. Traitor or not, Stefanie had trained for months to operate the machines and install the terraforming device. It would be a great setback if she were to die.”

An unknown SS member objects. “Gentlemen, am I hearing this right? We will let a Jew live? Can’t the Captain simply train someone else to fill in Stefanie’s role?”

“The only likely candidate would have been the pilot, but he’s dead now. Besides, like the general said we may still need her alive to learn about the resistance on Earth.”

One of the generals raises his hands. “I propose we hold the prisoner alive until the second cohort arrives. There are two engineers on the Freyja that can easily fill in Stefanie’s role, and that gives the Captain plenty of time to learn what he can from her.”

The men all mumble in agreement, one of them adding in another clause. “She must not be allowed to leave the Base, however. And I would advise that she be watched at all times. Is your Security Officer healed yet, Captain?”

You nod. “She should be healing up in two days, sir. I can let her know of her duties.”

“Hang on a minute here!” another gentleman rises up. A late coming councilor from the Fuhrer’s office. “Are we really going to spread our military resources thin just to babysit this prisoner?”

“What would you propose Councilor? It’s between that or letting her roam free and risk another backstabbing.”

“But will she even play nice? What if she refuses to perform her roles as engineer?”

“It would be foolish, she knows the only reason she’s alive is because of her skills. If she refuses to serve, the Captain should shoot her and they would be better off.”

The Mission director looks at you. “Very well Captain, I believe we have arrived at our conclusion. Permit Stefanie to continue her engineering duties, but do not permit her to leave the Base, and have her guarded 24/7! If she is to show any hesitance to serve, kill her. If she shows an attempt to sabotage the equipment, kill her. Otherwise, please commence her interrogation until the second cohort arrives, at which point she must die.”

You nod, swallowing to ease your dry throat. The tone in the conference is tense to describe it lightly, and you don’t want to get on any of the gentleman’s bad side.

The feed closes and you throw a fist up in salutations. You return to the workshop, where Stefanie appears to be asleep.

“I hope you aren’t trying to fool me, Stefanie. There is no chance you can overpower me, even if I am caught off guard.”

She doesn’t respond, and you move forward to pick her up. The only space on the Base that could operate as a prison was the munitions crate in the cargo hold. You pop it open, kicking the suits and rifles out and throwing Stefanie inside, locking the door with a new password and changed permissions. You check the hinges to make sure there is enough of a gap so that Stefanie would be able to breathe. Then, trusting High Command for their wisdom, you retire to your chambers, wondering how the day’s events would play out with the rest of the crew.

After you call a crew meeting tomorrow, what are your plans?

> Continue Decoding the Terminal
> Explore Canyon (alone/ with Petra)
> Interrogate Stefanie

last post for the day

>>2249322

> Continue Decoding the Terminal

>>2249322
> Continue Decoding the Terminal

>>2249322
>Continue Decoding the Terminal

Why not train Anna up to take over the juden rat’s duties as an engineer? Anna is an ubermensch with superior intelligence and physical capabilities. Anna alone should be enough to subdue the jewess if she tries some Hebrew trickery.

>>2249325
Supporting
>>2249496
If possible,this anon's ideia would be great

>>2249496
Hell no.

>>2249663
Why not? if shes not being trained as a soldier, then train her up as a engineer. I'd liked to have trained her as a soldier and never deploy her so she could defend the base.

>>2250345
It's the Hebrew trickery I'm worried about. It's not about her overpowering Anna that concerns me if you understand.

>>2250511
I assumed she'd learn from books, manuals, and sessions with people back on earth via video messages and chat.

OP here, wasnt able to post yesterday and a bit busy today and Wed, continuing with maybe new thread Thursday.

>>2253010
Good to hear OP

>>2253010
Fair enough.
Enjoying this quest so far, thanks!

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You find it difficult to fall asleep. The night has been stressful to say the least. You keep one eye open, and the night is filled with eerie quiet and still shadows. You try and think how the crew will take Stefanie’s imprisonment. Max had certainly seen it coming, but had the others? Probably not, you think. Not many had interactions with Stefanie, despite what her diary might have implied. She was like Petra in that respect, but instead of displaying arrogance, she hid away. You had always assumed it to be timidness, and perhaps it was, but it was all too convenient for an agent against the Reich.

It would be strange to continue forward as if nothing had happened. Like the Command officer had said, Stefanie would be smart enough to agree to the terms and continue exercising her engineering role, but that did not mean she would have to do it well. Erika would not like to have her first role in active duty being babysitting, but such things couldn’t be helped. There was little room for complaint, especially on a mission such as this.

The morning comes. Today you usually held meetings in the Comms room, so you wait in your chair, dressing up in your most commanding clothes. It was important in a time like this to assure the crew you had absolute control of the situation.

“Good Morning, crew.” You address the group, now all seated. They nod in response, straightening up to listen to you. Usually you would lay out the day’s agenda and ask what the progress of the crew had been.

“I have some disappointing news. I have already informed High Command, that I have discovered, with my own eyes, that Stefanie is a Juden spy.”

The table grows silent and murmurs quietly. You ignore it and continue. “Stefanie is a member of a Jewish resistance group. I had caught her almost deliver a data disk filled with electronic files that had information on our military capabilities.”

Petra snorts. “Had a bad instinct about that one. Never thought she’d be a Jew though.”

Erika looks at you. “Where is she now, sir? Did you kill her?”

You shake your head. “Command wanted to keep her alive. She’s still an engineer after all, but she will be under heavy supervision. I expect you to be responsible Erika, are you fit for service?”

She nods and salutes. “Just tell me where and when Captain.”

“Good. I expect the rest of you to continue with your schedule normally. Do not let this incident hinder your performance. The Juden may try and tear down what we try to build here, but we will not let them. We will prevail, always. Dismissed.”

Everyone stands up to leave, and you catch Sebastian and Erika. “Erika, I have Stefanie locked in the munitions crate. Have her come out and make sure she charges the portable batteries.”

The woman salutes you and runs off. Sebastian turns to you. “Ah, so another journey, is it?”

You nod. “I must admit, the mystery of the ruins intrigues me Seb. Hopefully you’ll have enough time tonight to decode and learn what you can.”

Sebastian nods, his eyes grim but smile wide. “Shame about Stefanie, really. Rather fancied that one.”

You almost let out a laugh. “Please, tell me you’re joking. Have I ever seen you talk with Stefanie?”

He shrugs. “I would drop by the garage, trying to get to know the lass. She’s a tough one, but I could sense her warming up to me. If only she hadn’t been…ah well, guess I’ll move on, there’s plenty of other women here, eh Captain?” He nudges you in the chest. “Who you think I should have a go at?”

> “Need I remind you Sebastian, that while you are a civilian this mission is being sponsored by the SS? We have strict rules regarding personal relationships.”
> “If you want another hard to get gal, there’s always Petra.”
> “Why don’t you ask Anna? I hear she’s looking for a man as well.”
> “You and Erika seem to hang out with each other plenty, why not her?”

>>2257295
> “You and Erika seem to hang out with each other plenty, why not her?”

>>2257295
> “If you want another hard to get gal, there’s always Petra.”

>>2257332

>>2257295
> “Why don’t you ask Anna? I hear she’s looking for a man as well.”

>>2257295
> “If you want another hard to get gal, there’s always Petra.”

>>2259226
>>2257332
>>2257458

“Well, if you want another hard to get gal, there’s always Petra.”

Sebastian laughs. “That’s quite a challenge Captain, even for me. But are you certain she’s available? I had always assumed she was already spoken for.”

“That so? What makes you say that?”

“She seemed aggressive towards any sorts of advances I make.”

You pat Sebastian on the back. “That’s how she is with everyone, dear Seb. She’s a true professional.”

Sebastian hums to himself. “Professionalism doesn’t mean you should be cold and alone. I would wager she is as timid as Stefanie is. Maybe some cordiality would loosen the woman up…”

You see Erika drag over Stefanie to the garage. You walk over, retrieving the habitation suits for you and Sebastian while your filmographer waits for Stefanie to fill up the batteries and prepare the vehicle. Once suited up, you both walk over to the garage and load up inside the buggy. You reach your hand down the familiar hidden slot, eying Stefanie. She stares down at her feet.

Erika stands up and salutes. “I’ve looked everything over, Captain. There’s nothing to be worried about.”

You throw your head in Stefanie’s direction. “Keep a close eye on her while we’re gone.” Erika nods and you drive the buggy out, heading towards the ruins.

Sebastian opens a small journal. “I’ve taken a look at some of the glyphs yesterday, and spoken with my colleagues over in Berlin. I think we have a better understanding about the legend that was written.”

“What did they say?”

“The legend speaks of the ritual. Whatever the ritual is must be the source of unlocking our potential, yes? The glyphs we had interpreted has revealed incredible knowledge about biology and chemistry. Some professors hypothesize that the ritual uses some sort of chemical stimulant to unlock our potential.”

You scoff. “Chemical stimulant? What, like a needle?”

“We’re still working on the theory, but there’s nothing in the terminal to suggest they would know about needles. If the theory is to be believed, then the ritual would include a consumable item – like a food or liquid item, maybe even something breathable. Like smoke.”

“I don’t mean to interrupt, Sebastian, but something as simple as eating or breathing a substance would not warrant an elaborate ritual, I would think.”

Sebastian shakes his head. “Do not underestimate the power of a ritual, Captain. Do doctors not partake in rituals when they begin to treat a patient? Does a pilot not partake in rituals before he flies out of orbit? Rituals bring power to our actions. To act without ritual would lead to a corrupted outcome. The Hyperboreans and early Aryans knew this. That much is clear from our interpretations. If we are to learn of the miracles they crafted, we must learn to respect those rituals.”

Once at the ruin doors, you and Sebastian repeat the task of bringing the batteries down and hooking the cables to the terminal. You stand over by the center of the lit room, by the broken glass tank, rifle hoisted in case an unwelcome guest was to arrive.

Sebastian murmurs to himself and to his own recording device as he manipulates the switches. You use the stray time to reflect on your upcoming mission. High Command had still insisted that you would recover materials for the terraforming device. Even with Stefanie outed as a traitor, they did not want the inconvenience to delay the mission to terraform. You begin to wonder if Petra was right to speculate. Why the push to terraform? If it was for expansion, that might make sense, but there were still plenty of places on Earth to settle and conquer. The Oriental conflicts and African skirmishes were evidence enough that the Reich was seeking to spread its influence and power globally. Even the subdued allies were expected to fold into the nation within the decade. The Fuhrer’s ambitions on Earth were certainly not finished yet.

The more you think about it, it occurs to you that many aspects of the mission seemed rushed. Had your team waited, the gap between Mars and Earth would have been closer and orbit time would be shorter, but Command did not want to wait very long for the launch and so insisted you complete your training in less than a year. When you had offered the possibility that you may land elsewhere, the voice of Command went ballistic and scolded you even though you revealed that wasn’t to be the case. And when the Juden threat was heard, the first reaction was to send more resources into space, which while much appreciated was certainly straining the budget for wartime efforts on Earth.

Terraforming could only mean that the Fuhrer wanted to establish colonies on Mars, but for what purpose was unclear. Were there resources on Mars that were valuable for the war effort? Was the distance convenient for military bases to set up? Or was it bigger picture; did the Fuhrer want to leave a lasting legacy, and had a plan to populate the star system?

Your train of thought is interrupted by Sebastian’s speaker. “Captain! Come here!”

You stand up and run over to Sebastian. He’s standing over the control panel for the broken birthing tank now. “Remember what I was telling you about the Hyperborean’s knowledge of biology and chemistry?” He flips a dial and another switch, and the room rumbles as the broken tank descends into the ground and a fresh one emerges from the ceiling.

“What the hell…”

Sebastian begins to grow excited. “It’s a version of a cloning tank, Captain, but a much more advanced one! I’ve figured it out form the library in the terminal. This here was a research station, you see. I reckon they were scientist sorts.” He points to a small protruding cylinder, looking like a trash bin with a small opening. “The terminal says it takes dead animal parts here, and creates life inside the tank.”

“Copies life? From the dead?”

“I know Captain, I don’t get it either. Maybe we ought to ask Petra, but that doesn’t matter right now. The library tells me that there is a much larger scientific center to the north. If any place holds the secrets to the ritual, it must be up there!”

“Wait, you mean you couldn’t find it here?”

“Nothing but small bits that confirmed our suspicion. The glyphs tell us that a fruit is involved in the ritual, but it’s clear that time and place matters. We must learn the fuller details, and find the fruit. Once we can…then, we will finally realize our full potential.”

You look at the pit of the trash bin looking object. “So, when I throw in a dead thing here, I can recreate a living being? Does it still work?”

Sebastian looks over to the terminal, clicking buttons and switches until it returns to a screen filled with numerical looking glyphs. “It does! It reads here that all the juices are available to foster a creature too. If we wanted to, we could grow something in there now…”

“Hmm…” You begin to grow an idea.

> Throw in the fossil from Petra’s office
> Throw in the dead Golem from Max’s office
> Throw in some of your blood to make a baby for Dr. Braun
> Leave it alone, for now
> Write In

>>2259652
> Throw in the fossil from Petra’s office

>>2259652

> Throw in the fossil from Petra’s office

>>2259652
> Throw in some of your blood to make a baby for Dr. Braun

Let's start with something that we know how to kill.

>>2259652
>> Leave it alone, for now

>>2259652
>> Throw in some of your blood to make a baby for Dr. Braun

>>2259652
> Throw in some of your blood to make a baby for Dr. Braun

>>2259652
>ask Seb if there is the potential to be able to alter our own living genes in ourselves

I bet these aryan aliens had some CRISPR shit we can use to alter our DNA to give us the power to make children. Didn't Dr. Braun already say he knew how to grow fertile male clones?

You pick up a piece of broken stone from the floor to use as a knife. Then, you kick your left foot up on the dust bin device, digging a hand inside where the habitation suit meets the boot. You unlatch the pants from the boot and roll up to reveal a small amount of skin, briefly, and then cut into it. A drop of blood falls into the bin. It doesn’t take long before the room rumbles again, this time smoother and deeper.

“Captain, look! The tank is filling!”

Sure enough, some liquid substance is hosed inside the tank, quickly filling it up with an ominous green tone. You cover the wound quickly from the elements.

“What does the terminal read now, Seb?”

The filmographer reads the terminal. “Looks like the juices are all used now. Some sort of power meter is here, but I don’t think its for the terminal. Some sort of auxiliary power supply is running the tank. There’s also a timer. Looks like it says it will incubate in seven months.”

You perk your ears. “Seven months? Even natural born don’t grow that fast! What will it create in seven months?”

Seb shrugs. “The terminal is ambiguous, it just says ‘life’. Whether the life is a newborn or a fully-grown man or something else is unclear. I suppose we’ll just have to keep returning here to find out.” Sebastian whistles out. “Things just keep getting weirder and weirder, eh Captain?”

The particles in the glass tank move close and closer. You can see a mass starting to form in the center of the tube. “Life.” If it was to be believed that the tube would produce an Ubermensch, then it would be too easy to break it free once it became a baby and present it to Dr. Braun. Then again, you could allow it to grow fully. Having an extra crew member would be handy, especially another of your own kin…

“Well come on now, Captain, we gotta go now.” You turn to see Sebastian switching the terminal off and gathering his cables. The two of you begin to pack up the area, carrying the cables and empty batteries up the stairs to the buggy.

The colony appears relatively uneventful when you return. Stefanie appears to still be working in the garage, though a scorning Erika overlooks her. You park and leave the vehicle, and Sebastian immediately takes off.

“Whoa, where are you going Sebastian? There are still several items to unload!”

Sebastian stutters. “Uh, I think I might share some of my notes with Petra. Sorry Captain!”
You shake your head, and begin to unload the items. Erika goes up and begins to help you.

“Thanks Erika, but I can manage.”

“Captain, if you have time, there’s something I want to speak to you about.”

You remain silent and egg her on. “Well, the thing is, I had been stationed at Base for nearly a month to heal my wounds, right? I had always imagined once I was fit again I would be more… active.” She looks over to Stefanie. “This isn’t active at all.”

“I understand Erika, but I need you here. We cannot afford to give Stefanie any more freedom, any she is too valuable to off.”

Erika nods. “I know what you mean, Captain. Believe me, I understand the vast importance of guarding her. And yet…well, it feels like I’m doing nothing!” She kicks the tire of the buggy. “I got shot by a damned Jew, Captain! And after a month of healing and steaming over that injury, when I’m once again fit for service, I’m supposed to return to guard duty? And worse, its guard duty over a Juden?” She sighs. “I’m sorry to blow this on you, Captain, I didn’t mean to break professionally. I’m not sure what I’m trying to say…”

You look over your troubled Security Officer

> “Perhaps you would be more comfortable if we would share shifts? At least you wouldn’t be stuck at base all that often.”
> “High Command said they wanted Stefanie alive, but they didn’t say undamaged. Maybe you can take your frustrations out elsewhere…”
> “The Reich asks a lot from all of us, Stefanie, but it is our duty as its citizens and soldiers to succumb to its wisdom and squash any petty thoughts we have.”
> Write in

>>2262185
> “The Reich asks a lot from all of us, Stefanie, but it is our duty as its citizens and soldiers to succumb to its wisdom and squash any petty thoughts we have.”

>>2262185
>“The Reich asks a lot from all of us, Erika, but it is our duty as its citizens and soldiers to succumb to its wisdom and squash any petty thoughts we have.”

>>2262189

>>2262185

> “The Reich asks a lot from all of us, Erica, but it is our duty as its citizens and soldiers to succumb to its wisdom and squash any petty thoughts we have. However, if this is really such an issue for you then perhaps you would be more comfortable if we would share shifts? At least you wouldn’t be stuck at base all that often.”

>>2262185
> “Perhaps you would be more comfortable if we would share shifts? At least you wouldn’t be stuck at base all that often.”

This would also help stop her geting lax in guarding keep the mind freash and new

>>2262185
> “The Reich asks a lot from all of us, Stefanie, but it is our duty as its citizens and soldiers to succumb to its wisdom and squash any petty thoughts we have.”

New thread
>>2262665