Checking on the Old Bully [Marrlan-Grinvel]

[Artsy Astra]

A  young man walked down the street in Westlich with a brief case. A toasty evening lay ahead of him as the sun beat down on the arid city. He stepped into a small restaurant on a corner to get a quick reprieve from the heat. He sat down at a table making sure to face towards the entrance. A waiter soon saw to him and he asked for a drink of water while he waited. He set his suitcase down between his legs and fanned himself with his hat for a moment. 'Otto Becker' was his alias this time. He'd actually taken a liking to the name, it had a certain ring to it that he couldn't seem to shake. He quickly blinked for a moment shaking himself from his day dreams. He had other things to think about.

He got his glass of water and simply asked for some good walking food to go. A Leberkassemmel in hand with his brief case in the other, he continued down the street. 'Otto' would be on the look out for an army bar, and hopefully someone inside to get information form, someone with loose lips bragging about hardware.

[Greywall]

Karl Fiegler was a high ranking officer of the Reichsarmee, adorned in a black uniform with various badges and medals he drew attention wherever he went. Tonight he was attracting some unneeded attention, he had hit the bottle hard at a local army bar called Bettlerfelsen, some other soldiers had joined in with him drinking and laughing all while one by one passing out. The bartender dared not to stop feeding alcohol to a high-ranking member of the Grinvel military and kept pouring various drinks for him, "Bar keep! Give me more whiskey, I don't care what kind."

[Artsy Astra]

Otto would enter the establishment and observe the layout of the bar and its patrons. Fiegler caught his eye, as he took his hat off he approached the man's table and politely asked: "Is this seat taken Herr Kommandant?"

[Greywall]

Fiegler gazed at Otto in a fog, the smell of beer stained his very being. "OF COURSE NOT!" he caught himself yelling, "take a seat comrade! drink! Drink! Bar keep a beer for my friend!" the bartender slid a large cold glass of golden colored beer to Otto. Fiegler gave a loud obnoxious cry out "FOR ZE REICH!!!" a loud chorus of Grinvelians repeated all drinking following the repeated salute to their country.

"So comrade, you work at the base Ja?"

[Artsy Astra]

Otto would take a swig before answering, making sure he measured his sips. "Jawohl, I was only recently hired on. It's been interesting getting acclimatized to working on a base. It fills me with such pride to see our great Armee up close!"

[Greywall]

Fiegler laughed loudly, "Such a patriot! You should see what we have comrade! Our armies will sweep the North with a might NO ONE EXPECTS!" he yelled the last part invoking the drunk Grinveilians in the bar. He slammed the beer down before waving his arms loosly, "WHISKEY..WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY I want that dress wearing shit, the Gaelic shit, gimmie that sissy man woman wearing shit. Fuck those potato eaters, stealing market from us...bahahahahaha" he turned the shot upside down before stumbling, "Oh no...gotta peeeppeeeee. Be back." He stumbled to the restrooms laughing.

[Artsy Astra]

Otto would join in his laughter, actually genuine at the fact the man was so pissed away into his cup. He took timid sips enjoying the brew, waiting for his new 'friend'.

[Greywall]

Fiegler returned bumping into everything in his path before thudding onto the bar, "HAHAHAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, oh scheiße! I drained a gallon. Give me more!" the bartender placed a bottle of beer and slapped his hand on the bar. "This is it, last one, you go home after this one." Fiegler gave a raspberry before turning on the beer, "Party pooer pokoor pooper hahahahaha, if he knew what we're about to get into...ooops. My naughty mouth." He began drinking again having lost all proper decision making.

[Artsy Astra]

"Super pooper!" He'd shout. Otto would smile and laugh along, "Into more fun of course Jah?" he'd laugh a bit again then continue, "What else could there be?"

[Greywall]

"Oh, just let me have mein fun, I am working with ze damn Galra soon. New guns, sekret weapons blah blah. Boring crap." He finished the beer, "I shall go to the whore house then! And drain my cock there! You boring cunts!" He stumbled and fell onto the floor, the bartender shook his head. "Go home Fiegler! There's no whorehouse in Grinvel you dumb fool!" Fiegler stumbled to his feet, "I should have you hanged, schtupd dumb...uh... yea maybe I do go home." Fiegler began walking to the exit of the bar stumbling hard.

[Artsy Astra]

Otto would finish his beer in a few gulps before paying his tab and getting up to follow him, "Nonsense Kommandant! The town has many attractions Jah? We shall find somewhere else to party! Work is a worry for later."

[Greywall]

Fiegler smiled, "Of course! There is many bars here! And I am not done celebrating my time off. Let's go drink!"

[Artsy Astra]

Otto grinned at him, "I am new to town still Kommandant, pick one of your favorites, and I will follow!"

[Greywall]

"To the Gold and Bow!" Fiegler would drunkenly stumble to a bar called the Gold and Bow, inside civilians were drinking and carrying on. Listening to late night broadcasts of jazz music via a radio. "Get me a beer, and my friend here." The barkeep wasted no time producing two bottles of cooled Grinvel light beer. "I can't tell you how boring its been at the base, those damn inspections nonstop and now the Galra? Fuck those religious nuts, I just wanna retire already. But I can't with those damn freaks in the East. If they were dead...i'd be retired....no military. Free." He downed the beer before waving the bar keep for another.

[Artsy Astra]

"What do those damn fanatics here for anyway?" Otto would take a small swig of his beer and continue, "And very true Kommandant. The Reich would prosper even more without those filthy mutts, pelt rugs and coats are all their good for."