One - The Airman in the Strange Land (Video)
[He awakens slowly, and sees nothing but sky. For a split second, a smile flickers across his face, looking up at that empty, perfect sky. Then two wars' worth of combat instincts flare back into life, and he sits up with a jerk. He gets to his feet, checking at his side to make sure his side arm is still there.]
[He is tall, with brown hair. A scar, an old mark of war, goes down the left side of his face by the jawline. But more remarkable are the blue eyes - they seem cold, alert, and far older than the man himself. He is in his forties, in excellent shape, wearing the a short leather coat over the uniform of a Major in the Luftwaffe, Germany's World War II air force. At his throat hangs a blue medal - the Pour Le Merite. The highest award for bravery and courage and skill from Imperial Germany, a clear indication that he has seen far more action than just one war.]
[He looks down, picking up the communicator and switching it on. He switches on the video mode unwittingly, assuming it to be just a radio.]
Achtung, dieses ist...
[And he trails off, looking around. Whatever this place is, all the signs are in English. He isn't in German territory. He sighs, then switches to flawless, if formal, English.]
Attention...this is Major Hans Von Hammer, of Jagdverband 99 of the Luftwaffe. I am, it seems, stranded. To whom will I direct my surrender?
[He is tall, with brown hair. A scar, an old mark of war, goes down the left side of his face by the jawline. But more remarkable are the blue eyes - they seem cold, alert, and far older than the man himself. He is in his forties, in excellent shape, wearing the a short leather coat over the uniform of a Major in the Luftwaffe, Germany's World War II air force. At his throat hangs a blue medal - the Pour Le Merite. The highest award for bravery and courage and skill from Imperial Germany, a clear indication that he has seen far more action than just one war.]
[He looks down, picking up the communicator and switching it on. He switches on the video mode unwittingly, assuming it to be just a radio.]
Achtung, dieses ist...
[And he trails off, looking around. Whatever this place is, all the signs are in English. He isn't in German territory. He sighs, then switches to flawless, if formal, English.]
Attention...this is Major Hans Von Hammer, of Jagdverband 99 of the Luftwaffe. I am, it seems, stranded. To whom will I direct my surrender?