Theoderichshafen (Crimea), Earth, September 2058“Nadeshka, please hurry over to table sixteen, I don’t like the look of the guy and you kept him waiting long enough to make your point. I don’t want any trouble here.”
“Of course, Andreij, nobody wants any trouble…” Nadja Torolenka, a blond, rather short woman in her early twenties, put the vodka-on-ice on her tray and made her way over to the big man in the black SS uniform who was watching her impatiently for the past five minutes. She hated the after-season here in Crimea, as there were only two types of guests taking over from the generous families that crowded the resort during summer vacations: Wealthy, highly trained attendants of conferences who seldom found their way into the bar Nadja was working in, and ideological pilgrims visiting the many memorials to #### supremacy over the Russian subhumans… And judging from his looks, it was only too clear what group the guest at table sixteen belonged to.
“About time”, he growled. “If all Russians are as lazy as you are, I wonder why it took us so long to defeat you.” Nadja forced herself to ignore the rambling, put the drink on his table and asked him with a professional smile: “Anything else, Sturmbannführer?”
“Indeed. Tell me, where can I find a place to… have a little fun around here? Can’t sit around this shabby place all day and watch the ice melt in my glass!”
“Well, there’s the old citadel to visit, or…” – “You damn well know I didn’t mean this tourist crap! Where are the women? Not the scrawny lazy ones, I mean the real Russian witches that go crazy!”
Nadja fought the urge to grimace. She had hated the fat #### bastard from the first second, but this was almost too much to bear. But Andreij wanted no trouble, so she had to play along… for now. “I see, Sturmbannführer. There’s a rather exclusive lodge up in the hills, close to Jalta. It might be exactly what you’re looking for, but it’s quite expensive.”
“Yes, yes! That’s good. Exclusive, expensive. I like that. Keeps the foreigner scum out! Excellent! Give me the address!”
As she wrote down the address of a remote location up in the hills, where no police dared to patrol, she tried not to smile devilishly. Yes, keeping the foreign scum out, that’s exactly what they were about to do. Of course there would be no tip from the fat pervert, but that didn’t matter anymore. She just hoped that her clique would be ready in time…
Abwehr-HQ in Germania (Berlin), Earth, November 2058Hauptmann Roman von Sillenberg looked even more dyspeptic than usual. Maybe it was the third cup of coffee that he was currently sipping from after not much of a breakfast, maybe the icy rain hammering against his tiny cellar-office window didn’t help, but he himself blamed it on the terrible security situation in the Reich these days. His primary job was to skim through all reports coming to his desk from all over the Reich and select the ones that had to be escalated – after some editing, of course. The reports, of course, came from local SD-bureaus all over the Reich where they had been selected for escalation after some editing, and so on. Sometimes he wondered just how much content was left in what his boss read…
This week was especially grim. First the increase in partisan activity in the Caucasus: Another oil well had been blown up, and as soon as the response teams arrived at the scenery, they were blown up by a second charge. While the Reich’s armed forces were not fueled by oil anymore, it still made for a very valuable trade good for the third world, contributing a major share of the GDP.
Then, on Tuesday, another SS officer was found dead on the Crimean peninsula. That raised this year’s count to 47, and they couldn’t find the ones responsible for any of those. Of course there have been arrests and even two public trials that led to executions, but if the murders kept occurring at the same rate, even the dumbest crowd begins to wonder.
Right now he was trying to digest the latest news from the Raumwaffenversuchsanstalt, the Bureau of weapons trials. Apparently the Americans have laid their hands on the full specifications of the latest prototype of an UV-Laser the size of a regular firearm that forms the base of the next generation of the storm troopers. How anyone in his right mind could sell this kind of information to the enemy in times like these was beyond Hauptmann von Sillenberg. He grimaced as his stomach sent another flash of pain through his body. This was going to be a long, bad day. Just like the last couple of dozens…
OOCHey guys, this is my first Aurora AAR but I just had to write it down, so I might as well share it. Please leave a comment, even if it's just "what a crap, I just wasted ten minutes of my life".
In the game I am currently in early 2065, so the story has to catch up with that before I can start with actual in-game screenshots. But I intend to speed up a little bit in the next couple of updates, so don't worry.
I am playing a single faction on earth, all starting options set to default except for Star Swarm which I have turned off for now. I didn't feel ready for it yet, but given how much time went by before I encountered any alien race, it was probably a mistake. Still learning as I go, though, so expect a lot of bad decisions and frequent displays of incompetence.
Once we catch up with the actual gameplay, I would also like your input on in-game decisions. There's always space for Cameos, too...
So, I hope someone is reading this, but even if not - I'm having fun so all is well.