The Captans Billet [knock, only the major may go in without knocking]

OOC:Hans’s billet is extremely plain, the walls are metal and most of the piping is exposed, his bed is barely big enough for him and is pushed up against the wall in an untidy state. He has a small table next to the bed, where he has the odd empty bottle of liquor on it with one or two on the floor. The floor is plain wood but is hard to see, mostly due to the small floor space and the fact that he has his clothes such as spare coats and caps littering it. The Captain has a swastika banner over his bed, though he put it here so he doesn’t have to see it often. It’s his personal space and if he isn’t at the Major’s side he lies on his bed and gazes at his Dog Tags in the plain halogen generated light. He has a shower cubicle behind a door near his bed, one of the perks of his position.

Taking a sip of his nameless cheap liquor the Captain sat on the edge of his bed and turned his hat over in his hand. He wasn’t sure why he was where he was, dry voices told him in his head that it’s because he’s a monster. The rest of his head nodded in unison, there was nowhere else for him and he was comfortable here. He was off duty because the men were assembled, they were enough protection and he wasn’t needed as of yet. He lifted the bottle to his lips and realised there was none left, ruffled slightly he simply tossed it aside. His one little vice had been indulged; and he felt no need for anymore for a while. Slicking back his hair with one hand he drew himself to his feet steadily and cricked his neck. A dull click violated the sound of silence that permeated his refuge, and after a second the sound was gone. He’d had a shower and didn’t sleep much.

what’s there for me to do now? he contemplated pulling his jacket on, for now though he disdained his cap. There was no need for it; he wasn’t going to wear the damn thing for no apparent reason. He turned around and picked his Mauser’s up from the floor, he took out a box from underneath his bed. It contained a poker with a small brush on the end, and a few small bottles that gave off odd smells. Hans slowly began to clean them; he put the poker down the barrel and twisted. Then with one jerky motion he brought it out of the gun, taking out a glob of dust and muck. The gun needed this done to it three times, after that he checked twice more to make sure he got everything. The summer he got his was his first in the SS, it had been custom made with his first pay check. He nodded his approval; German work with this kind of thing was always the best. Taking out the magazine he made sure it was full before putting it back in. He switched guns and proceeded to do the same thing. Satisfied he exhaled silently and closed his eyes, he guessed that he had about two hours before he would get called from his bed to guard Herr Major. He laid back and closed his eyes beginning to doze slightly, he opened his mouth to yawn but as usual no sound came out.

Oh what the hell, if they want me they best be willing to wake me… he fell to sleep silently and a small smile quickly flashed across his face before falling back into its perpetually blank expression.

There came a violent knock on the hard metal door of the Billet. It didn't sound as if it were any normal knock, it was more of a head being slammed against the door. Rather brutish, even for a normal shock trooper. Someone obviously lacked civility in the lowest manner. Either way, it was a knock that demanded attention and would repeat itself in a thrashing manner every few minuted until it was answered.

Outside the door stood a beast by no normal freak standards. Beneath the large covering cloak of black material a blank and almost reptilian face lurked. The large ebony material sat heavy on the tall creature and the coarse material seemed cheap, almost like a burlap. The creature had large silver coated claws, but it knew to keep them to its side. It may be brutish, but not an idiot. It had a note attached to its cloak, right on his chest, that was written in German.

"Dear Hauptsturmführer,

Attached to this note is a present I have been working on for quite some time. Please see to it he is put to use where ever you see fit. He even has red cloak with a Hellsing symbol on it if you wish to shoot him at the Vatican to start something. Hope you like it.

-Stolgen"

Roused from his sleep by god forsaken knocking, the Captain gazed up at his ceiling for a second. He reached down and picked up his cap, he placed it on his head and reached down and got his Mauser’s. He twisted and was sat on the edge of the bed, cracking his knuckles he placed his guns at his belt and stood up. The collar on his coat was always turned up; and he rarely ever took his boots off unless they were filthy. So all in all he was just about always ready for battle or duty, which was the best thing he could do. He had to be ready at a moment’s notice; World War 2 had taught him that. When the gun fire started you had to be at your best, you took rest when you could, and kept at your peak for as long as possible. His boots against the hard floor echoed around the billet, he kicked aside the discarded clothes that littered the floor. He was well rested now; he might as well sort whatever it was out now then get an hour before a messenger came to tell him the Major needed him.

Hans wrenched open his plain door and looked at the abomination that stood outside of it; the thing was fairly big and looked slightly reptilian. Looking about the empty hallway, he tried to work out why the thing had been left in front of him like this. Then he noticed the note, his hand reached out and tugged it off the front of the thing. His eyes raced across the paper, it appeared it was a gift. He crumpled up the paper; Captain Hans put it in his pocked. His billet was dirty enough and he wasn’t about to get more junk in it; giving the thing another look over his hands looked at its claws. Hans looked again and he realised that it had silver on them.
maybe I should keep this thing at arm’s length for now, then I can observe it
He decided that he didn’t feel like sleeping, this new discovery looked like it might be worth checking out. Pointing at the thing he then pointed at himself then down the corridor, if it got the message it would follow him, The Captain slowly walked down the empty hallways. The Major would want his Captain by now, the stoic freakish thing Stolgen had made would need to be tested out. There would be something the Major had for him to do; he could take the thing to try out. He hoped this new present wasn’t simply a waste of his time

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The experiment gave a bit of a deep throated hiss of acknowledgment that seemed to almost rumble out of his wicked maw. The creature's eyes narrowed in on Hans as he pointed and then it blinked, its eyelids closing in both directions like a crocodile's before it nodded. The creature followed in suit, walking just behind Hans at the same pace, its cloak billowing around it and flapping around its anorexic body.

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