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"Only those with the courage and tenacity to overcome the most terrible odds can be a true member of Der Schwarz Fuchsgeschwader. It takes more than just knowing how to fly a plane. It takes the skill and cunning ways of the fox to be a true hunter of the skies. Honor, loyalty, and duty above all. A willingness to give your life for that in which you believe in with your whole heart.THAT is what makes up a TRUE hero of The Black Fox Squadron."
~Oberst Anna-Katrin von Bödeker, co-commander of Der Schwarz Fuchsgeschwader, in a speech to new recruits, May, 1944.Oberst Anna-Katrin von Bödeker had this medal commissioned in early 1944, when she joined Generalleutnant Adolf Galland as co-commander of a newly formed experimental jet fighter squadron. Worn on the left tunic pocket and similar to a Panzer Badge , it was awarded to all men who served in the squadron after their return from their first mission.
863 were awarded posthumously.
Upon completion of 25 missions, the bearer would receive a gold version to replace the original silver one.
(As an aside, TheEvilColonel , this is also the medal that was given to Commander Valentine by Anna-Katrin for his birthday.)
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Anna-Katrin: You little flea-bitten bastard. Just you wait until I get my hands on you. I'm going to wring your scrawny neck for what you did. And believe me, weasels can fly. Rather far, in fact.
Especially when dropped from a very tall building with a rock tied to their tail....
(Thanks! I appreciate the compliment! And it's all good....I'm on a Jesse-hunt.... 
(TheEvilColonel )
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Jesse: Uhm, that is not flying. It's falling.
And, um, what would you do if I, well, put sugar in your gas tank, and put corrosive acid on your propeller. *Snickers*
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Anna-Katrin: Flying, falling, it's all the same. Depends on whether or not you just get dropped.....or launched.
And you go near any of my squadron and my boys will have you skewered on a roasting spit faster than you can go *POP*, my flea-bitten squirrelly friend! *devilish grin*
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Jesse: Dear, dear Annie - can I call you Annie? Cool - the question wasn't entirely hypothetical. So... *loaded pause* have fun! *pop, it says, and as loud cursing can be heard, Jessie disappears in smoke before anyone can do anything.*
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Anna-Katrin: *coughs and waves her hand in front of her face* You flea-bitten furry snake. NO ONE CALLS ME ANNIE!!!
You have NO IDEA who you're dealing with, you little shite. Just you wait!!!
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"She suddenly feels a pressure on her head as Jesse reappears. His slightly human face is twisted in an annoyed scowl as he cleans a revolver."
Jessie: Look, Annie, the correct term is a weasel. Ferret and raccoon are acceptable as well. *Bends down like a C and looks into Anna's face. It is red and full of rage.* Just to mention, you are quite cute like that. *Jumps down, shakes, and walks off.* Then again, I've always had a thing for slightly crazy gals.
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Anna-Katrin: Why you little fleabag!
*I draw my Luger and fire off a shot at the weasel's head. Unfortunately, the rage has me trembling and my shot misses by mere inches. I let out a string of curses as my pistol jams when I try to get off another shot*
You'll pay for all of that, you little shite. I can promise you that!
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Jesse: Now, now, please, you could hurt someone with that.
*Scoffs* Not me, though. I've done some bad stuff. Trampled by a horse, almost eaten by vultures, got into a staring contest with an iguana, nearly pierced by a bayonet, tried stealing a banana from Wukong, and I tried to channel my inner mungoose and was bitten by a rattlesnake. The Wild West were good times. *Sighs sadly and looks at the ground.* I miss ol' JJ. Them outlaws sure knew how to use guns.
*Looks at the seething redhead, who is desperately trying to get her jammed gun to work* Ehm, Annie, small tip from the pro... try a revolver, they don't jam.
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*I look at my Luger, let out a growl, and heave the pistol at your head*
Anna-Katrin: This thing has NEVER jammed on me in all the years of me using it! You little vermin, what did you do to my pistol?!?
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Jesse: *Dodges nonchalantly, Shrugs twice, tosses an unloaded revolver at Anna, along with a bag of bullets* I did nothing, I simply have a thing with weapons. Bellona likes me. *Grins impishly* Though I did manage to empty your clip *drops the rounds to the floor with a cling, wags eyebrows beneath aviator's glasses*, but I forgot about the one in the chamber. Well, it was an honest mistake.
Though I do need to tell you something; *suddenly he runs at her with the speed of a cat, up the inside of her pant leg, up her jacket and exits at the collar, he pulls her in and cups his snout to her ear* Come closer, closer....: You're cute; the Cadet's got taste when it comes to women. *Snickers, small impish peck on the cheek, then leaps for safety- Suspension in midair lasts longer than suspected, though.*
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*I let out a screech as you leap off my shoulder, waving my hands in the air, furiously rubbing at my cheek and trying to grab at you at the same time*
Anna-Katrin: You glorified rotten squirrel! You have NO IDEA who you're dealing with!!
*My fingers somehow manage to wrap around your tail and I pull, HARD*
Come back here, you little mongrel!
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Jesse: For the last time, Weasel. Come on, it's three syllables, three. Wea-sel. Wee-sell. It's easy.
*Tail is grabbed. I scream in surprise. Dangle upside down.* Woohoo! *Slightly pained wincing.* You got a mean grip. Could you please let me down? *Glasses disappear. Puppy dog eyes activated [Think of the cutest raccoon cub ever].*
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Valentine: At last! *marches into the room and over to Jess, breathing heavily* Anna... you are amaizing! *gives her a kiss on the cheek and grabs the weasel by the back of his neck, taking him over* I came as soon as possible. I hope he did not cause too much trouble... Anyways, I'm not taking any chances this time. Anna, *sqiunts* search him!
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Jessie: Watch the scruff, bub. Hey, where do you think you're lookin', Annie? Hey, hey, hey! Hey!? That's private. DON'T YOU TOUCH MY MACHETE! MY WINCHESTER.... *starts to cry* Damn you, damn you all to hell!!!! - wait, I need my fists for that, NOOOO! *Starts to squirm.* Let go fo me, ya scorched, blotchy bastard!
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Valentine: *cups his hand over Jesse's mouth* Shut up alre- Aey! Stop it! I said sto- QUIT THAT, YOU LITTLE FURRY B*****D!!! Anna! Hurry up, please!
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*Suddenly, Jesse starts feeling light in Valentine's arms. Anna gasps in shock and wrath as Jessie slowly starts to vanish from his hind paws and up*
Jessie: *Muffled* Yes, gah, your hands taste like sand paper and horse s**t!
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Mein Gott!
*I grab the squirming weasel by his face*
No way! You get the hell back here! You're going to pay for what you did, you little shit!
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Jesse: I'm agnostic! And by the way I ain't got control over it right now. It's the Big Man, mah partner, the Humphrey Bogart wannabe. He's Summoning me. Thank you, Lord Hat. And Valentine.... you need to clean your hands.
Bye! *Jesse disappears, like mist in the morning sun, with only a flag reading 'HAHA!D!OTS' left behind*
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Valentine: *standing next to Anna-Katrin with empty hands* Aw, that LITTLE PIECE OF S**T!!! *looks at the few remaining hairs left on his gloved palms before clenching hands into fists and waving them about as he walks through the weasel's equipment scattered on the floor* I was THIS close! THIS CLOSE!!! Now what?! Now we need to wait, oh, for the next time that a**hole decides to show up! And not to mention all of the- *stops* Huh... *smile stretches across his face* Anna... I have a GREAT idea! *pokes her playfully* Quick, let's pick up all of this stuff...
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*Play Beethoven's Fifth*
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*30 minutes of Beethoven's Fifth later, all of Jesse's stuff has been neatly sorted out on the carpet in the middle of the office*
Valentine: *wiping the sweat off his forehead* Hah! A job well done! Now... with these toys we might actually have some leverage in the future negotiations! No, don't look at me like that! Can't you see that the force doesn't work? It's been three times already! That weird snake-cat is going to want to have all of this stuff back and then we can voice our demands!
...
Yeeeaaah, I haven't thought that much in advance... I honestly don't know what to demand... Hey, why don't you demand an official apology for doing "that" to you? It's a good start!
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*Somewhere, Jesse is moping and pacing, trying to find a way to get his guns back. Fortunately, he still has few aces up his sleeve, er, satchel.
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*Meanwhile, in the office, Valentine and his significant other are taking a much needed break by slurping on some strong drinks in order to celebrante an early victory.*
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But who knows what the weasel has in store? He cackles maniacally in the darkness, blowtorch in hand and blueprint illuminated by the dimmed, flickering light from a dying lightbulb. He has friends, hairy, thumb-having, banana-eating friends... and one with quite the large staff - whom he still hasn't convinced to fight the oppressive, spiritless reign of Commander Valentine.
Jesse: How many bananas, Wukong? C'mon, give me a number!
Wukong: It is not about the price, but about reason. Have you not been through enough?
Jesse: No, I want my weapons back - and I want to melt a few jet wings.
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*Dominic and Anna-Katrin are spending their time drinking merily, watching the Lifeguards form perfect squares in the garden from the balcony, making jokes at everyone's expense, danging some waltzes across the office and, of course, a little of romantic kissing. They try to make the best out of their free time since their vacation at the villa got postponed, again, due to 'unforeseen circumstances'... again.*
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Jesse: Come on! I mean, you're no longer bound to One Side, Wukong. You can go wherever you want to...
*The monkey hangs his head. Jesse looks apologetic.
Jesse: Sorry, I kinda... forgot.
Wukong: It is okay. I am just a bit worried.
Jesse: 'Bout what? *Puts down blowtorch. Takes of glasses and eye patch*
Wukong: I have not heard Arthur in a long time. I feel his distress, but his presence is being supressed somehow.
Jesse: Markov? Don't tell me that f*cker is here too. I thought we got rid of him in Seattle when everything went black. Lucky for me that I have been here before.
Wukong: It might be Markov, but I do not think so. This enemy is even more powerful. I think it is the Queen.
Jesse: *Pulls at neck fur* I'd forgotten about her. That might cause some trouble. *A tremor is felt throughout the Spirit World, throwing Jesse and Wukon on to their backs.* Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit - not good, not good, not goooood!
(Yeah, so this is basically before what happens with Markov and Valentine and the fire and the chaining.)
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(Ah! Got it! So... is this basically a loose end or..? Because it seems that we are slowly moving towards merging all of these timelines, which would actuallly be lovely since I am not that good at following different timelines of the same plot simultaneously yet XD)
Valentine: Alright dear... I'm gonna take a short walk in the city and go meet some of my old pals on the way. The barons, yes. Wanna come with me or... Of course we are going to a pub! Why do y- *ducks and runs outside before getting seriously injured* Crazy woman...
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( Yes, I think so. The fact that Jesse has made a fool out of the commander on so many occassions and parts of the two universes merging somewhat into each other would make a great idea. I have actually thought about this, but this would make an awesome story - once we reach the end of this of course. Now, to the next. )
* 'Crazy woman,' Valentine sighs as he slowly makes his way outside [I think he lives in an apartment-ish building, which is why I tell it like this]; however, he had not made it farthenr than the stairs until he caught sight of an elderly, silver-haired man in strange clothing. Valentine frowns, praying for not another situation like Jesse, and he nodded courteously as he placed his foot onto the first step.
Person: *Arms crossed, leaning against the wall* Yes, she is a crazy woman, but they are also the greatest wives - if it's the right kind of crazy, that is. Good luck.
*Valentine nodded in agreement with the stranger's statement, but then his eyes opened wide as he suddenly registered the stranger's presence and words. He twisted around and bounded up the stairs, prepared to pounce and maybe skewer the stranger, but he found nothing but an empty hallway. There was as if there had been no stranger.*
(Sorry, but I had the Skipper, now I needed another character from his universe - no, he's not gonna be reoccuring. It was a cameo from the too-be-great Kanis Lhycàn)
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(Ahh, noice! I can't wait to see what's about to happen with the 'Meanwhile in the Crypt' thingie 
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(Well, you're getting a few people down there: A girl - age 18; A younger girl - age 11; twin boys - age 17 /18; a woman - mid to late twenties; her son - a toddler. [Sadly, Markov killed her husband. You do not want to mess with her husband. He was a gentle, Chinese giant, but he had fists of steel and bullet kicks.])
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(That is an interesting list, good sir! I'll see what secrets these people hold
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Cyrus is still at large, though. He's gettin' intel from Jesse. You know he's followed you around with tape recorders, right?
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A weasel spying on me with a bloody tape recorder?! Not only is that rude, but my everyday life is boring as hell!
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An enemy is an enemy, and sometimes rudeness is necessary. I doubt the Caurs think you're so bloody moral yourself.
And, um, on another, widely different note, you don't drink much coffee right?
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Since when am I considered an enem- oh, right... yah...
But anyways, yes, I do not drink coffee unless it is absolutely necessary for me to do so. I never liked coffee anyways.
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Good, good.
*Cheks under the tablecloth* Abort! Abort
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Who are you talking t-
What is going on?!
*checks under it as well* What the-
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*Jesse sits underneath with a party popper and a recorder. He grins and raises the party popper ominously.*
Hello there, Cupid.
*Pulls the string on the popper, which lets out a loud bang and lots of thick, white smog*
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*Blown off of the chair in a white cloud* AGH! GAAAAH! WHYYYY?! I DON'T DESERVE THIS!!! *coughs*
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Jesse: Yes you do! *Snatches the Commander's gun. Shakes the sidearm violently.* And I am not done yet. *Pop. Silence, the smoke settles.*
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Aww, sh!te... *I slowly get up on my feet, brathing heavily with an occassional cough* That was so unprovoked! *reaches for a gun that is no longer there* What?! Oh, COME ON! That was custom made! I want that stinkin' marten rip-off to give it back RIGHT NOW! *draws a cutlass* I swear I'm killing someone today!
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*Runs to the Norwegian embassy* Not me!
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Oi! Stop, you! *runs after, swinging the blade above the head*
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*No way in Hell, man!' I shout with glee as I find a crack in seemingly empty air. I leap through it and a bright, blue flash lights up the area. "That's the beauty of the Inbetween" *laughter*
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Woaaaow! *my heels slide on the ground before I start running in the opposite direction* Not taking any chances this time, mate!
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*Fist pump* Yes, death avoided. Ok, Skipper, you can drop me off now - wait, woah! *Dropped off 190 cm above ground and lands hard ona flower bed. I sit up and brush myself off.* Jerk, I mumble.
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*stops to catch some breath* I don't believe this! *huff* Why can't I *huff* like normal people do? *huff* Without magic and weird people?
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It en't magic, Commander. It's mysticism and spirits.
For now at least.
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I do not deal with the unexplained nor do I want to! It is driving me mad!
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What the hell? Forget my name already?
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