HEUSSEN-TUNDRAK CONTRACT

[Ioannis 1480]

HEUSSEN-TUNDRAK CONTRACT

 

Signed 1772.

 

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A contract between Grand Prince Aelthos Tundrak III and the Heusstandarte Company shall be ratified with immediate effect. The contract, mutually negotiated by both parties’ liaison corps and by credence of their masters, entails the following stipulations;

• The Heusstandarte Company shall henceforth act in a leal capacity at the direction of Grand Prince Aelthos Tundrak III.

• A sum of fifty-thousand Minae shall be consigned to the Heusstandarte Company coffers.

• A permanent outpost shall be entrusted in the name of Commander Martin Heusmann, to serve as the company’s base of operations.

 

Signed,

His Highness Aelthos Tundrak III, Grand Prince of Fenn

Martin Heussman, Commandant of the Heusstandarte

Tomas Bernt Fitzgerald Esq, Business Attorney

[Trenchist 864]

“Ah, yes.” Succinctly noted Tomas Bernt Fitzgerald Esq, aide-de-camp and business attorney, in his newly tailored livery. Beside him stood Martin, his protruding belly fortunately bulwarked by a dark tinted steel plate. “Betzler!” Barked the Commandant, shooting his hand obliquely. Captain Johannes Betzler, who came at his side a moment after, had been dealing with callow conscripts and dilettantes who were still rehearsing over which side of the spear pricks, and hearing the Commandant yell was the last thing he had wanted. “Tell zhe men to start rolling zhe camps. We move out tomorrow noon. Zhe contract ist signed und now in effect.” With a crisp salute, the Captain-- “Oh. Und de Reden will brief joo on zhe new plans. We are nicht simply moving zhe camp, nein. Zhis time, we erect a fort, und have a soft bed at long last.” From the Captain escaped a sigh of relief. It’s about time.

 

“Oh, and.. Captain Bletzer-.. Uhm, Betzler.” Tomas interjected, cleared his throat, and continued, “Do seek a cook. A real one, this time. We’ll have a permanent table.”

[pokantu 48]

7 hours ago, Trenchist said:

“Ah, yes.” Succinctly noted Tomas Bernt Fitzgerald Esq, aide-de-camp and business attorney, in his newly tailored livery. Beside him stood Martin, his protruding belly fortunately bulwarked by a dark tinted steel plate. “Betzler!” Barked the Commandant, shooting his hand obliquely. Captain Johannes Betzler, who came at his side a moment after, had been dealing with callow conscripts and dilettantes who were still rehearsing over which side of the spear pricks, and hearing the Commandant yell was the last thing he had wanted. “Tell zhe men to start rolling zhe camps. We move out tomorrow noon. Zhe contract ist signed und now in effect.” With a crisp salute, the Captain-- “Oh. Und de Reden will brief joo on zhe new plans. We are nicht simply moving zhe camp, nein. Zhis time, we erect a fort, und have a soft bed at long last.” From the Captain escaped a sigh of relief. It’s about time.

 

“Oh, and.. Captain Bletzer-.. Uhm, Betzler.” Tomas interjected, cleared his throat, and continued, “Do seek a cook. A real one, this time. We’ll have a permanent table.”

  The Captain nodded his head, turned 180 degrees on his heel and moved away in the motion of a professional soldier’s march. His serious face turned into a smile of relief after he had reflected once more on what the Kommandant had said to him, the ideas of a soft bed and a permanent table had long been wandering in his head for quite some time and it had finally come true.

  He went back infront of the newly conscripts and battle hardened soldiers, lined them up and saluted them, a smile on his face, a rather unique sight for the soldiery to see from their serious Captain Betzler. “It is time, we leave zhis place und move to eine nozher” he said calmly. The Captain took a deep breath as he pasued, looking at the faces of his men one by one. he then continued “Yet zhis time, wir shall stay zhere, it shall be our neu home!” he said with a loud tone of voice. The soldiery looked amongst eachother, some didnt know how to emotionally respond as they’ve been wandering the snowy terrains and rocky mountains for long, they almost forgot what a cussion felt like. Captain Betzler raised his voice and shouted “Dismissed” and the men were cheering at the news the captain had brought them. They all scurried back to their tents and started the rpocess of leaving the campground.

  Captain Betzler then made his way back to his tent, his aide one Corporal Joseph Stahlhertz had been waiting for him, he saluted him upon his return, the captain returned the salute. “Joo heard vas I’ve announced, ja?” the corporal smiled the sun’s smile and nodded. “Vell zhen, lets get to vork shall wir?” he smiled as he then helped his comrades tidy up the camp spot, retrieving the tents and loading them onto carriages. They were setting out to a new and brighter future for the Heussenstandarte Kompanie...