Utterly Mad

This place outlasted the actual Cata DDA forums which.. honestly, wouldn't have seen that coming with like only six of us posting in here.

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There was more than a little bit to be done. Fortunately, besides serving a minor purpose, the informal recon mission he'd sent the others on had given Jack time to put together a basic angle of attack.

Firstly, the basics. He cast a severe glance at the two riflemen. Though they hadn't really followed his orders of consciously gauging the attitude of the locals in the immediate area, the fact that they'd managed to make asses of themselves without causing any trouble led him to conclude that it was pretty unlikely there was any immediate, significant issues likely to arise with the base or it's surroundings. While it was more his nature to run a pretty loose unit, he was well aware that his new posting was a fairly significant command, and he was one of the few Americans fortunate enough to hold such a position. His superiors weren't generally "casual" people in his experience, and acting as a lax officer who encouraged fraternization in front of half the operations staff wouldn't do him well here. A "public" tone would have to be set for his unit, unfortunate as it was.

"Corporal," he addressed Schultz in a sharp tone, his eyes not leaving the troopers, "You're to take these two and secure us some good quarters. Modest, but better than the barracks here, and nearby. I'll expect a stocked kitchen, basic communications equipment, and proper recreational gear. Get what you need from the stores here, or withdraw from petty cash. I'm sure we can offset the expense by having these slackers transport most of it without the truck." He dropped the edge from his voice slightly, then added "I expect written reports on the nearby drinking establishments as well."

Dismissing them, he turned back to Paul. "Staff Sergeant, I want you to audit the operations here. There's a fellow named Walter around somewhere who seems like he has a handle on things - get to know him, and if you trust him, work closely with him. See if there is any sort of statistical or predictive analysis group running. If there isn't, assemble one from whomever seems most promising. Have them start running through the on-site files, look for any discrepancies that seem to be regularly repeated or anything else that may be amiss with the police force here. Anything older than two months is kept off-site, but if you have permission to request access to whatever you may need from there.

After that, I want you to have them run through the general demographics and behavior data for the districts under our purview. Our goal will be to loosely categorize the area we are responsible for into one of three classifications - "safe", where we have never encountered issues and reasonably expect no trouble, "threatened",
 where we have indications of dissent but no organized, violent resistance has occurred in the last two months or is expected int he near future, and "dangerous", where we believe there are Resistance operations currently underway, or where violence has occurred. Once this work has been completed, brief me on your findings and we'll commence our operations and resource allocation in depth.

Finally, I want you to personally check through the filing here and identify any activity linked specifically to communist or Soviet resistance activity. I cannot say what exactly you're looking for, except that I trust you'll know it when you see it should there be anything of note there. Report directly to me on this and do not involve the others. Jack paused for a moment, feeling as though he was missing some crucial instruction, but shook the thought from his head. "Let me know if any thing comes up that requires my assistance." he finished, dismissing Paul with another salute.

Looking around, he found himself a spare desk tucked into the corner, and began his own work - firstly, he checked over the personnel files given to him by Walter, starting with the behemoth which he suddenly remembered he had yet to inspect. Making a note to do so shortly, he read through the rest of the personnel data before moving on to the activities reports.

He cast a quick glance at the District 4 file, but quickly wrote it off as not yet worth his direct attention - the soldiers and plainclothes agents there seemed to be on top of things. Shuffling it to the edge of the desk, he turned his attention to the other reports, reading through the files on Mr. Bronson, as well as the current monitoring operations at the three locations Walter had mentioned.

By the time he had finished, it was late in the evening, and it seemed most of the other office workers had left for the day. Stretching, he stood from his chair, and decided to go meet the behemoth trooper while he tossed all the new information around in his head.

YOU SAW NOTHING.

Hey RD, what size do you figure nocam is?

You’re in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you look down, and you see a tortoise, it’s crawling toward you. You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on it's back. The tortoise lays on it's back, it's belly baking in the hot sun, beating it's legs trying to turn it'self over, but it can’t, not without your help. But you’re not helping. Why is that?

Jack suppressed a smile at the exchange of his companions. They were alright - he had a hard time not thinking of them as just a bunch of kids, in a strange land far from home, despite him not being any older or the current incarnation of the United States being really much more familiar to him. Though he hadn't worked with them before, he'd found it was fairly easy to integrate himself into their circle, despite his initial reception as a somewhat untrustworthy Amerikanischer Helfer. For the most part, he was just happy that he wasn't stuck with a bunch of SS jackasses. While most people in the Party were pretty normal, something about the blackshirts, particularly the ones he frequently found himself working with, was a little unnerving.

As they pulled into their new posting, Jack couldn't help but marvel at how little the city had changed since his last visit, pre-war. Besides the heavily armed structure looming in front of him, and some flags that would have looked more than a little out of place a few years earlier, you'd be pretty hard pressed to actually notice what had happened, or that a low scale insurgency war was raging every day.

Paul pulled up, and shut off the engine, killing the lights and the jazzy sounds coming from the radio it a sharp click of the controls. Grabbing his hat from the dash, and adjusting it on his head, Jack jumped from the cab, and walked to the back of the truck.

"Sarge," he said, eschewing Paul's lengthy, formal german title for the more causal and convenient American term, "You and Shultz will come with me to report." He glanced at the two riflemen dismounting from the cargo bay, and switched to German. "You two secure the truck and check out the area. See what our neighbours look like. Find a good bar too, if you can."

As his men moved off, he took a deep breath and entered the warehouse. "Sieg Heil," he exclaimed, snapping a sharp salute that was matched by the men next to him. Though he'd been given the impression that this was to be more or less his command, he assumed a senior officer would likely be present to hand over the command, or to act in a supervisory role. Better to embarrass himself saluting to inferiors than to accidentally breach protocol. "Stabsrichter John Kennedy reporting, sir!"

Name: John Fitzgerald "Jack" Kennedy
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Background: Jack always knew he was destined for something big. Coming from one of the most influential families in North America, he was given only the finest of everything as a child, from his education to borderline immunity to the law.

Besides the obvious benefits of being a Kennedy, the family also instill in him a strong dislike of Communism, and during the lead up to the second world war, Joseph Kennedy, his father, used his various political positions to subtly garner support for international groups willing to oppose the reds wherever they may be found, such as the Spanish Nationalist Forces and the nascent Nazi movement.

Seeing personal opinions as secondary to the public's perception, the Kennedys shifted to a much more patriotic stance after  the US entered the war, with many of his relatives enlisting. Jack managed to use his father's connections to get both a commission in the U.S. Naval Reserve, and appointment to the staff of the Office of Naval Intelligence, a nice, safe job that was prestigious and respected, while keeping him far from the front lines. His service was fairly unremarkable until late June, 1944, when a series of historic and personal events caused a marked shift in his behavior.

The most significant event in his personal life was the death of his brother, Joseph Jr., who had enlisted as a bomber pilot against his father's wishes. Though available records from that chaotic time are not particularly detailed or even fully assembled yet, it appears he was shot down and killed some time during the failed D-Day invasion. While the personal loss hit Jack hard, it hit his father harder - Joe Jr. had, for most of his life, been groomed and prepared for one single event - becoming president soon after the war ended. With his loss, Joe Sr.'s focus shifted to Jack, who developed previously unseen ambitions and embraced his future whole heatedly.

This, however, was not the benevolent future that had been created for Joe Jr., thanks almost totally to the crushing failure of the Normandy landings. Joe Sr., always both somewhat sympathetic to the fascist cause, and considered a defeatist to the point it had ruined his own political career, had seen that the writing was on the wall for the Allies after the Nazi war machine easily slaughtered them on the beaches, and had accordingly begun the process of preparing his family to maintain their success should the war end unfavorably for the Allies or the US. Jack, as the new best bet for future political power, and in a particularly good position for it, managed to convince the Abwehr to recruit him as an espionage agent, and he spent the rest of the war passing secrets to the German intelligence.

This, combined with the efforts of the rest of his family, meant that the Kennedys were almost completely unmolested after the war ended, and unlike virtually every other prominent family in North America, managed to retain a great deal of power and wealth despite the rigid social and socialist economic policies of the new regime. Jack, (likely correctly) guessing that the road to political power in this new world order is to be found through military service, formally transferred to Abwehr field operations at the end of the war, aiding in the pacification of Occupied America. He has also officially joined the party, in preperation for the eventual civil reorganization of western society and to be best prepared to seize his position as controller of the Americas under the Third Reich.

(TL;DR Skills: Basic military training, advanced intelligence training, covert operations training, speaks english, german, and french, powerful connections, lots of money, etc. etc. I didn't really have a way to convey it without making this really long, but he's supposed to be a good, but not really exceptional military intelligence agent who gets treated like an exceptional one by most people around him.)