Report 001

Arrived on site of the incident, Entertainment dome 69 at 7.32am, due to being in nearby location: Entertainment dome 72, and having received initial report at 7.08am.

Description of Incident Area – The incident was located in Entertainment Dome 69, Deluxe Recreational Penthouse 12. The area had been secured from the outside by off-duty Feldpolizeiassistent Otto Bauer, who had heard a commotion he reputed unusual enough to investigate. He had removed the only living German found inside the location and had him sat on the floor in the corridor outside RP 12.

Internally, RP 12 was the usual set-up of luxurious penthouse but there was blood spatter on the high ceilings, which are approximately 4.5 metres above floor level. On the bed was Entertainment Server No. 488 denoted “Aria”. She was tied in a spreadeagled fashion, lacerations were evident all over her body. The left leg quad muscle was deeply cut into and the bedding underneath her was soaked with partially coagulated blood. She had a very faint pulse and I applied a tourniquet to her left leg using a bathrobe belt that was hanging in the en-suite. She had other lacerations, I counted at least 17, some were covered by blood and difficult to identify, and there were several smaller but deep ones in the vaginal area. One of her breasts having nearly been detached. I called the Medical Emergency Services which arrived in 8 minutes and managed to save the girl Entertainment Server. While waiting for them I took all the images and video attached this day-report under the same nomenclature: Field Report 001 -1997-01-01.

I reprimanded Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer for not having called the MES immediately and having risked the loss of li Entertainment Server No. 488. When I did this the man that had been sitting on the floor, who was naked, covered in blood and appeared to be heavily intoxicated spoke up and said: “And for treading a superior officer with unacceptable disrespect!”

At this time, the MES were nearly finished and removing ES No. 488 from the premises using their a portable levitating psychotronic chamber. I told Feldpolizeiassistent Otto Bauer to go home, change (he was wearing only undergarments) meet me at the Orpo HQ building and report to my office where I would interview him properly. I instructed him to not discuss the incident with anyone and that interrogation would be done using the Falkenrath-Weiß machine.

As it was still relatively early on New Year’s Eve I thought it more expedient to take the suspect in myself. Taking another robe to cover up the man, I helped him up and had him wear it. In the process, probably due to his heavy level of intoxication and the fact he seems to have slipped on some of the blood he had been sitting in (not his), he fell awkwardly and injured his face on the wall near where he was sitting. I suspect his nose was fractured as he’s quite a heavy-set man and his full weight was behind his hitting his face hard on the wall. Some slight neck injury may also have resulted.

He became rather belligerent after his injury, so I had to restrain him with the second bathrobe belt. He was swearing and cursing quite a lot as I marched him to Orpo HQ and the containment cell. As there was no one else at the offices I awaited Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer, and interrogated him.

Interrogation No. 0001-1997-01-01 Case N. 43,792 Summary Notes

Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer, was occupying RP 11, next door and heard screaming he described as “unnatural”. He therefore went to investigate, using his retinal scan access to open RP 12, where he said he saw the suspect sitting naked on ES No. 488, laughing, a bottle of what he assumed to be Terran Champagne in one hand and a serrated blade in his right hand. He was slashing at ES No. 488 apparently at random and alternately pouring some of the drink from the bottle on her and drinking from it. Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer said the suspect also seems to have been licking or perhaps biting the open wounds on ES No. 488 before he could get to him and remove him to the corridor where I found him. Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer, says he had asked the suspect for the knife when he approached him and the suspect handed it to him asking if Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer, “…wanted to have a go.” As soon as Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer got the knife, the suspect told him: “Stick it in her ass open her ass!” and then laughed in an unrestrained manner. Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer told me that he placed the knife inside the drawer the bedside table and then bodily helped and pull the man off ES No. 488 and placed him in the corridor. He then priority locked RP 12 using his retinal scan and went to collect his communicator. He called me at 7.08am and briefly described to me a serious incident had taken place. I was asleep at the time, so I hastily got dressed and arrived on site at 7.32am as reported above.

Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer, was where I found him, in the corridor, wearing only undergarments and holding his communicator. When I asked him why he did not call MES he had no good response. The Falkenrath-Weiß readings are attached in the report. My interpretation is that Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer was under shock due to the graphic nature of the incident and he shamefully could not face the situation as it was inside RP12.

Despite his training, it is my estimation that although well-intentioned and pro-active, Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer is not well-suited to field work that may entail violent offenders or particularly gruesome crime sites. He is however an observant and detailed investigator, and with more experience I believe this issue too could be quickly overcome. I would ask that he is allocated to me unless other arrangements have already been made, as I do not have an assistant yet.

Interrogation No. 0002-1997-01-01 Case N. 43,792 Summary Notes

Luftwaffe-SS Standartenführer Heinrich Krauss was placed in a containment cell 4 at 8.08am. I then interrogated him at 9.27am after having interrogated Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer. The suspect was belligerent, refusing to provide his details, not very coherent, and clearly still under the influence. I used interrogation technique 3, also as a way to ensure the prisoner was washed and any other wounds he may have sustained could be evidenced. The ice-cold water brought a sharp increase in his mental faculties. Once he had been thoroughly washed and the fans activated he began to be more reasonable. Apologising he now politely asked if he could receive some medical attention. I explained he must first provide his identity and the circumstances of the incident. It was only at this time, 9.57am that he identified himself as Luftwaffe-SS Standartenführer Heinrich Krauss. His only explanation for the damage to ES No. 488 was that he had been drinking and the ES been “un-cooperative, disrespectful and had insulted his stationed his rank.”

He had no reply as to how the ES could be uncooperative given she was tied spreadeagled fashion to the large bed in the RP12 quarters.

I immediately filled in the reports, properly tagged the reports and completed this report for eventual review by my superiors. I will now check on Luftwaffe-SS Standartenführer Heinrich Krauss’ state of mind and lucidity, and if deemed appropriate will release him, but if the intoxication persists, I will keep him in containment unit 4 providing liquids to aid recovery. Medical attention for his broken septum can be administered in due course.

Additional Entry at 12.45pm

Luftwaffe-SS Standartenführer Heinrich Krauss seems to have sobered considerably, however, perhaps in light of the unfortunate events of a few hours previous and the possible embarrassment this could procure him, he has now accused me of “having deliberately smashed his face against the wall” in the corridor. As at the time Herr Krauss was inebriated and trying to don the robe I had fetched for him, the accusation is, of course, baseless, nevertheless I can submit to a Falkenrath-Weiß test if deemed necessary.

Given his state of mind, I have only provided water and put in a request for a psychiatric evaluation by the relevant Ahnenerbe-SD for this district, who will respond within a maximum period of 24 hours. As today was supposed to be an off-day and I have filed all my work, I will now retire and take the accumulated 6 hours of leave additional to my allowance for New Year’s Day. Time: 1.08pm.

***

Orpo Feldpolizei Inspektor Kord Siegfried Neubauer closed his daily field report notebook, from which he had transcribed a few notes in order to finish his official report 001 on day 1 of month 1 of year 1997.

What a great fucking start to the year, he thought. Now to go home and sleep. If I can get to sleep at all. That sick fuck really did a number on the girl… Entertainment Server, he tried to correct himself. Had to stay within the lines. Can’t end up like Feldpolizeiassistent Bauer and be thought weak. No one above me gives a shit. So no one to take me under their wing like I am trying to do for Bauer.

He worried mildly about the Falkenrath-Weiß test, but not much. One of the perks of Orpo was that though relatively small in numbers, they were about the only organisations that could go toe to toe with high ranking officers and not pay a price for it. At least not directly. Oh well, though Kord, it’s not as if I am going to let that fat, old fucker fly me around on one of his ships anyway. If he plans to exact revenge he will have to work for it.

Despite being tired and irritated at how the year had started, a small, deep, part of him, with the red eyes of a wolf and the grin of a predator, smiled. Luftwaffe-SS Standartenführer Heinrich Krauss’ face, and especially his nose, had made a very satisfying wet crunch when Kord had shoved the man’s face full force into the wall.

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A first point of general housekeeping, because I am a man with the technological grasp of ways to get us to the stars, but also absolutely hate the minutiae of how IT “works” on this planet, (Earth), and because putting a dozen IT “professionals” against a wall to be shot every single day in order to “motivate” those who work like “professionals” to instead work like logical human beings in order to NOT get shot, is like… frowned upon, apparently (a sure sign that damned communism has taken over, I tell you), I would be ever so grateful if one of you that can afford it, is happy to do so, will not incur a famine in your household for doing so, etc. etc. could subscribe to a paid subscription.

This will let me test if what I did to set the payments up is correct and works or not. It should be fine and working, but as I said… I don’t trust these “automated” systems, created by a mixture of incompetence, arrogance, desperation and imprecision that seems to plague every industry on Earth today. The first one of you to do so, even if it is just a $8 a month subscription and you cancel it after the first payment has gone through, I will consider a founding member regardless of the amount pledged. I really just want to test this thing is all.

Right, if you have managed to work your way through that first paragraph-sentence, congratulations, your brain works at least as well as those of people who lived a couple of hundred years ago, who (no joke, this is real) had a vocabulary about three times as large as present day “literate” people, and whom had no issue whatsoever keeping a long sentence in mind, since it was/is all contextual.

You have also reached possibly the last (maybe, no promises) bit of “writer’s angst” I will share with you. And I say maybe, because the level of angst it causes is zero and it is simply something I am weighing up between me and me as to what I want to do to either please my own sense of aesthetics and/or reducing my level of pain-in-the-butt weird word typing/corrections I am liable to run into, so here it is.

The setting is on Germanic, Nazi Luna, so obviously things are done in German, which, like Afrikaans, is a language I find offensive to my noble ears, and as a result I have made zero effort to learn any of it, nor am I likely to ever learn any of it. You know, barring funny moustache guy 2.0 suddenly appearing and taking over the world and forcing everyone to learn it, or something. So that is the practical reality.

HOWEVER, I do want to place at least a little flavour of “GermaNaziness” in the whole story, because… duh… it’s about Nazis on the Moon! So I would tend towards keeping Inspektor Kord’s Title (and everyone else’s too) as the original German spelling. This is in essence, the approach I took in the books. It is a little less painful when typing it up in a word processor as you can just add the Germanic Titles to the local dictionary so autocorrect doesn’t do the “wreck-a-nice-beach” that automatic recognise speech programs tend to do. On this here blog… it will probably become an unholy mess and much sinful swearing on my part every time the “helpful” corrections make me have to re-type the damned ranks 17 times. Despite all that… since beauty, to my mind, is perhaps the most glorious personifications of God’s existence, grace and beauty, I must suffer for my art. So, Inspektor it will be, as well a AllAbsultuKammlerdörpfImHimmlersunderkartments will be all the other Germanic type ranks and related…. stuff.

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Alright, that is it. The next post you see will be the start of the Lunar Nazi Oder Police’s Procedural featuring Ordnungspolizei Feldpolizei Inspektor Kord Siegfried Neubauer.

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Well, it hasn’t even been 24 hours and my subscribers have more than doubled and some have even already pledged money, which made me have to quickly set up the payment processor thing. So, indeed, you can now sponsor me to the grand cost of $8 a month, $80 a year, or $120 as a one time founder fee (if I read it right). I think founder fees will get you at least a cameo in one of the stories if not a continuing character, subject to:

1. You agreeing to it (I will need the name you want me to use) and an email or something in writing telling me you are ok with it.
2. You understanding that your character has no guarantee of being a good guy, not dying horribly, and so on.
3. Of course, if you wish to have a character with a major story plot/line/good-guy (or evil villain for that matter) you can certainly fund it by sending me a brief synopsis and a payment commensurate with how much work/detail I have to deal with.

Now that we got the vicious subject of gold out of the way, allow me to give you a brief glimpse of my creative process. Please don’t despair if you think you will now have 16 paragraphs detailing how I am a wordsmith and each word is forged with the loving care of a pregnant hippo and the tears of angels, mixed with the neighing of unicorns from a meadow of rhododendrons filled with perfect snow-crystals.

People who use the made-up word “wordsmith” should face a firing squad without benefit of a last cigarette as far as I am concerned. If you care about that crap, you can read a post I wrote literally a dozen years ago on my way of writing, here .

Here, I shall reveal the true secret of how I make my stories come to life. Ready? (Drum-roll please)…

I make it all up as I go along.

Literally.

The characters sometimes drive my initial story off a cliff and a whole different one has to come up. The Overlords of Mars trilogy was pretty much the only series of books that I had a specific and laid out general idea of where things were going and the big plot lines from the start, but even then, my characters (like players in an old style pen and paper RPG) keep going off track, falling in lust or love with the wrong characters, get shot, possibly start and intergalactic war, and God only knows what else.

The more recent In the Shadow of Monte Castello was started simply because the opening scene of the story is an image/scene/idea I had while walking on my farmland at 3 am and thinking, how cool would it be if… Well, I don’t want to give you any spoilers, since it’s a new book, but honestly that was it. I only had this one flash of a scene in my head. No plot, no story, no idea where it might go and so on. And I thought, you know what? I am not even going to worry about it. So I just wrote it for fun, And I was done with the rough draft in a week and the finished thing in the second week. I have now completed book II of that series in rough draft and hope to have it out in a week or so. It took a little longer because it is about 50% longer and also I had to remember and check on port-plot-lines from book I in order to keep my continuity going. But let’s get back to Inspektor Kord…

We know he has black hair and brown eyes, is about 28-29 years old, effective and efficient at his job and normally is not required to dress in uniform.

I’m going to say he is somewhat partial to a very light leather or faux leather jacket under which he carries a shoulder-holstered pistol.

Being as we are on Luna and essentially a full extension of Nazi Germany on it, I am also going to make some assumptions. This is the only post where I will take the time to explain to you all my mental processes of how I am starting this story, just so you can see, I am literally making it up even as I write these words.

The usual service pistol of the police in Nazi Germany was either the PPK which literally stood for Polizeipistole Kriminal: police pistol criminal “office”, in 7.65mm (32 ACP) or the Walther P-38 in 9mm Parabellum. The Luger was generally more for military officers but might have made an appearance here or there, as might have the broom-handled Mauser, which however was quite massive and officially usually just for military personnel. On Luna, the “subhuman” elements should have been done away with for the most part, nevertheless, military officers and so on, certainly go around armed as a standard practice, so it is conceivable that an Orpo Inspektor, might find himself having to question or arrest an armed person, even in the utopian aryan Luna. So he needs to be armed. And he will be with some space-equivalent of a PPK. So it will be a smallish, high-tech, low-capacity handgun. Now… just what precise look and feel and most importantly, ammunition are we going to say it uses?

Well… advanced tech… German Nazi stuff… it’s not going to be limited to a single type of ammunition. I would begin to equate it with what in the Traveller RPG was called a Snub Pistol. Designed to be able to fire in vacuum too, it was a standard shipboard weapon that could fire Flechette rounds, normal sabot (solids), High Explosive, or High Explosive Armour Piercing rounds. So we’re going to say that is what the standard Orpo issue sidearm for an Inspektor is (although I already have it in my head that the special ops version of Orpo, will have a bigger handgun with selector switch that can fire in fully automatic mode…but, no, no, must not get side-tracked…).

I will say it has a seven round capacity, just like a PPK and that it can indeed fire a variety of rounds:

• Taggers – A mixture of paint and tiny electronic tags that embed themselves in the clothing/flesh of the target to make tracking them extremely easy.
• HEAP – High Explosive Armour Piercing rounds (to defeat personal armour or shoot someone behind certain type of cover).
• HE – High Explosive rounds; frowned upon if used in civilian spaces as the fragmentation could injure innocent bystanders. Can be useful in non-civilian spaces or strategically when there are multiple opponents or they are hiding behind cover.
• Solid rounds – A standard metal slug.
• Taser/Electrocution – A charged slug that releases a large electro-magneto-psychotronic charge. There are two types, a “stun” round that tends to put people to sleep with usually non-permanent neurological damage, and a “lethal” round that tends to fry all neurone links and reduce a brain to instant death and little chance of even PSI enabled people to read anything off the dead/dying brain.

And he carries two spare magazines to balance the weight.

Loaded as follows:

Magazine in the gun

1. Taser Stun
2. Slug
3. Slug
4. HEAP
5. HEAP
6. HEAP
7. Taser Fatal

Spare 1

1. HEAP
2. HEAP
3. HEAP
4. HEAP
5. Taser Fatal
6. Taser Fatal
7. Taser Fatal

Spare 2

1. HE
2. HE
3. HE
4. HE
5. HE
6. HE
7. HE

And for those of you that think this is WAAAAAAAYYY too much thought process to spend on just the guy’s gun, well… you, sir, (or madam), clearly don’t understand the subtleties one can glean from an inspector’s weapon and the specifics of his carry ammo.

He also carries a lockable blade relatively small knife, with tanto-shaped blade, but mostly uses it for practical things, not as a weapon.

So I now have all I need to start. No… wait, when working Kord also carries a small photo/video/audio recording device he can also dictate into and will translate things to text he can have printed out back at the office. He uses this as a general notepad, day-planner, interview recorder, camera for taking pictures and so on.

Right. Now, we are ready to start.

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Given I launched this substack a few minutes ago and I already have more than 10 subscribers without me sending out any invites by email at all, just one tiny post on a rather small and closed social media platform (Social Galactic), I felt compelled to write at least a first brief introduction to the topic.

Obviously, the best thing is if you have read my entire Overlords of Mars Trilogy, which is all compiled into one Omnibus book: NAZI MOON . But failing that, you can read up about the general perspective of the Overlords of Mars for free at my blog, here. You need to be aware that some spoilers are probably inevitable though, especially if you read the author’s notes. Nevertheless, I realise some people will want to familiarise themselves with he general idea before investing in an 827 page book. And you can also do so by reading the first book only, for a fraction of the price, which you can get here .

Incidentally, that is my actual wife on the cover. Even if the picture and the book, where written several years before we got together in a permanent relationship. I used that image, which was from a random picture she’d sent me on a mobile phone a few years previous, because her eyes pretty much match the eyes of the woman I had seen in the first dream that sparked the writing of the entire series of Overlords of Mars (OOM).

At any rate, this attempt at serialising the work diary of Feldpolizei Inspektor Kord, are, for the moment, not Canonical, because frankly I came up with he idea about an hour ago and have absolutely not a clue if I can make it work, if it will suck, or not. So you’re coming along for the ride experimentally for now.

Kord is an inspector on Luna (our Moon) which is riddled with nazis of course, which have been there since the end of the Second World War. The OOM series is set in 1999, but Kord had been involved in an investigation before the events that introduce him in Book III.

In fact, by way of introduction, and because that chapter is quite short, I have decided to present Kord here as we find him in Book III, when he first appears on the scene.

Mars – Base Olympos. September 24, 1999.

Orpo Feldpolizei Inspektor Kord Siegfried Neubauer was bored. He was part of the fifteen-man team of officers and experts, each from various departments, that had been assigned to the tour of the Stirling-Zukhov alliance sector on Mars.

His group had two representatives from each branch, the Kriegsmarine, the Luftwaffe-SS, the Waffen-SS, the Ahnenerbe (both ‘regular’ and SD) and his own branch, the Ordnungspolizei, more commonly referred to as Orpo. He was the junior officer, his superior, Oberfeldpolizeidirektor Gustav Helmut Nadel was three ranks above him. At least he wasn’t relegated to note-taking, other than his own personal ones. Three branches had been cautious enough to attach an orderly for the express purpose of recording everything they were shown. The Orpo had one such orderly. The Luftwaffe-SS and the Kriegsmarine had the other two. Essentially three lowly corporals would be doing the same job. And no doubt, the Waffen-SS and the Ahnenerbe would requisition copies anyway.

A trip that had the potential to have been very interesting, he was soon discovering, was going to be anything but. He should have guessed that the Martians would hardly show them anything very interesting. Their methods of base constructions were primitive by comparison to the ones used on the Moon. The Martians essentially just used mostly antigravity ships to do all the heavy lifting and sometimes moles to create ready-fused tunnels underground. They had no purpose-built machinery as the Kriegsmarine had on Luna, and due to the presence of a breathable atmosphere on Mars most of their buildings, at least the ones they had been shown so far, had a considerable part of their structure above ground level. These were built mainly of structural beams easily manufactured locally by gravitic compression of local materials. Kord began to wonder just how far behind the Martians really where. Obviously, they would hardly be showing us their best stuff, but so far, everything I have seen is inferior in capability and quality to anything we have on Luna.

The monotonic explanations, all delivered in English, were mind-numbingly tedious. Obvious in the extreme. His flawless English was possibly one of the reasons why he was on this mission, that and probably his slightly unorthodox methods and abilities. Kord was an oddity even for the very special organisation that was Orpo. He had an ability to ferret out information and solve almost any kind of crime that bordered on the preternatural. In fact, he had been tested by the PSI division, though they never shared the results with him. They must have turned up something though, perhaps an ancient unclean bit of genetic code, or some temporal or philosophical dislocation in his psyche that meant he was not a perfect match for the most elite ranks of racial purity; or maybe it was his unusual style or apparently less than absolute tenacity when it came to thought crimes. Whatever the reason, despite his flawless record in solving all sorts of crimes, he had not climbed the ranks as fast as he should have. Kord was of the opinion that his own ability was what had held him back. Discovering misappropriation of resources within your own department was probably not a good way to move up the ranks. Why he had been sent out here then, he did not know. Perhaps it was related to his recent arrest of a relatively high-ranking Luftwaffe-SS officer that had misappropriated resources and destroyed two entertainment servers. Normally something of that nature might call for some re-education, a day or so of lectures and a dressing down from a superior officer, but Kord had done all the paperwork and filed it as a misappropriation of resources rather than an accident, and it had cost the Standartenführer a rank. He had been demoted to Obersturmbannführer with commensurate loss of privileges; including access to entertainment servers in the future. It would not change for at least a couple of years. His superiors had filed the paperwork dutifully, but Kord knew his actions had been unpopular. He had worked the case alone without sharing information precisely because he did not want to hear a superior tell him how to file the papers. Once done and filed properly though, no one wanted to have their name associated with the reducing of an otherwise perfectly documented case. The officer may have been a Standartenführer, but he wasn’t related to anyone in Kord’s Orpo branch, so why would anyone go out of their way; and they did not.

Or maybe, he thought sarcastically, they have finally realised what an asset my skills of paying fine attention to detail, the ability to work obsessively for not so much as a pat on the back, a promotion, or a raise in privileges, are really worth. And they have decided to give me a vacation on Mars.

He smiled to himself, wondering what sins Gustav Helmut Nadel was guilty of for having Kord along as his junior officer.

Good old Norse-Staff Helmet Needle, Kord added the ‘Dick’ on the end of Gustav’s surname himself, silently, in his mind. Gustav certainly had a very phallic name. Very unfortunately phallic. The thought made him smile. Gustav was not really a bad sort. He was just incompetent. But then, so were most people.

The English-speaking presenter droned on about the rate of speed of one of the moles and how they would be able to create tunnels at a rate of almost a kilometre per hour. Fascinating stuff, thought Kord caustically.

They were being shown the partially constructed foundations of a new building at Base One. Apparently, the Martians had agreed on some cease-fire between their varying factions. Kord knew the other delegation from Luna was also being shown a similar building, though belonging to the Stanger faction, thus creating separate facilities within Base One.

By careful questions they had been able to surmise that, while Base One was still somewhat in contention, the two sides had agreed to a no-go neutral zone for their guests from Luna and had opted to begin construction of separate buildings for each side. The currently contended areas became parts of the neutral zone, which seemed to actually compose the largest part of the Martian forces if their observations and data monitoring on approach from orbit were accurate.

As they continued to observe the mole in front of them —an object that Kord could not be less interested in— he noticed a small, open-topped ground transport, similar perhaps to a more futuristic looking version of an Earth Jeep, leave a small building about a hundred metres away. He noticed a woman, alone and seemingly dressed in military uniform, was driving it. He took his personal recorder, zoomed it in, and filmed her, ignoring the lecture on moles and their snail-like rates of rock penetration. If he was not mistaken, on Mars they had female military personnel. He wanted to laugh. These ausländers were comical. If Luna attacked en masse in the early morning, they would be able to have the whole planet brought to its knees before dinner time. He could not suppress a smile to himself. She was pretty too. Jet black hair, like his own. They had passed the new genetic purity laws long ago of course, but lingering superstition always took longer to change. Even though black hair was not considered impure —the Ahnenerbe had proved it beyond any scientific doubt decades ago— it still elicited a certain suspicion in people. The thought of the pretty woman in the military uniform with her black hair excited Kord’s sense of the improper. It would be likely, if I mated one like that, that our kids would have black hair too. Maybe dark eyes as well. A proper little set of un-aryan looking little bastards, just like me. His discordant sense of humour made him smile again. He wondered if she had any Jewess genes in her as she drove off into the distance.

This Substack will therefore cover the period during which Kord performed the investigation that seems to have stumped what was an otherwise fast-rising career. The events we will cover took place mostly in 1997.

If the German names and organisations are a little bewildering… read the Author’s notes on Book III concerning the various real organisations the Nazis had, and you’ll see I have actually “streamlined” the rabbit-warren that is German love for authoritarian bureaucracy. Orpo stands for Oder Police, and this explanation is taken from Book III. And yes, in the book, I do cover all the other branches (in the link to the blog too).

The second internal policing structure is what is known as the Ordnungspolizei, or Orpo (Order Police) Although in Nazi Germany the Orpo was the precursor of the Kripo, the name Order Police on Luna has rather different connotations. In a perfect society, which the Nazis on Luna clearly must believe they now are, given as the sub-humans are clearly and especially segregated from the good, clean and pure Aryans and thus cannot have any corrupting influences (you know, apart from being connected to the good clean Aryans by way of institutionalised rape, abuse, slavery and other even more vile practices), there cannot actually be any crime. As such, it just would not do to have a Kripo (Criminal Police). No, no, that would be wrong and can’t therefore exist. Instead the Luna Nazis have the Orpo, the much nicer sounding Order Police. Occasionally, a good solid Aryan citizen goes astray or, you know, slightly crazy, and may cause a slight disorder in the neat, clean, pure and good life of ordinary, solid Nazis. Like lose it completely and kill someone, or even several someones. Or maybe question in some meaningful way (or even just slightly) the order of things and the Nazi ideology on Luna. Such unfortunately misguided citizens need to be merely redirected —educated, if you will— back into the good clean fold of proper Aryan Nazis. The Orpo, though masquerading somewhat as a pseudo-civilian institution —though armed (in defence of the realm of course)—of purely benign and civilising influence, is in reality composed of some of the most secretive, sharpest and most totalitarian elements of Nazi society on Luna. They can literally ‘disappear’ anyone at almost any time and for almost any reason. They are also tasked with the identifying, tracking and sourcing of any PSI-related phenomena exhibited by non-Ahnenerbe elements of Nazi society, as well as generally involved in the subjugating of any unpleasant information that would not be good for average citizens or even average soldiers to trouble themselves with.

The Orpo, though strictly speaking not actually a branch of the armed forces, can and does rival any other organisational structure on Luna in terms of the power their individual elements comprise of. While an overt coup by Orpo is not possible, due to their lacking an effectively armed and plentiful armed component, they may indeed rule by infiltration and assimilation. Somewhat similarly to the Ahnenerbe-SD (which does retain an armed branch, though far inferior to the other armed forces on Luna) the Orpo rules by fear, secrets and infiltration. Additionally, though not officially confirmed, it is believed that Orpo may have access to highly trained PSI capable individuals. They also work closely with the Ahnenerbe-SD, or at least as closely as two such organisations can, like pit vipers placed in the same hole really.

So, this hopefully gives you the background you need concerning Kord, but you still have nothing on why Luna has Earth-Gravity as standard as well as atmosphere in all the areas that… have gravitors. You really kind of need to read the series to get the whole picture with regard to the technologies involved (all of which are pretty much real, my SF has a lot of S and just enough F to make the story interesting.)

Partly, this is why I am not sure if this will work. There are a LOT of technologies, concepts and ideas that are presented very early on in Book I, that make absolute sense, are based on very real technologies that absolutely exist and further plot lines develop on the basis of some of these ideas throughout the books. So, while this might work (If I don’t screw it up) it will probably tend to appeal most to people who have already read the OOM trilogy. At any rate, whether you all spread the word and get more subscribers to appear or not will let me know if it’s working or not.

At any rate, the rank of Field Inspector in the Orpo is roughly equivalent to a relatively junior officer in another branch of the military, usually a Lieutenant.

And in case you are wondering, yes, field inspectors did keep work product diaries and in fact many soldiers did too, as the image below of a soldier’s pocket diary for 1942 clearly shows.

And for a visual, Kord has black hair and brown eyes. In 1997 he would be about 28-29 years old and doing well for his age at already being a Field Inspector in an organisation like the Orpo. It also meant he could generally go about his business in civilian clothing, which didn’t mean much, and in fact could in a way be even more intimidating in Luna, since men not in uniform were harder to place in the very Germanic and hierarchical power structure present on Luna.

And in case you were wondering, yes, the Orpo was a real thing an had its own insignia too.

At any rate, this should be enough by way of introduction.

This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here

I recently stated I would not use Substack for my main blog, though I was not against using it to see if I could improve my readership numbers. Substack has a decidedly useful method of ensuring high readership numbers quickly. However, I am loathe to commit anything to a platform that I think is essentially syphoning money and to a certain extent corralling those whom I can only describe as being interested in the continuation of the best European Christianity has had to offer.

So my main blogging will remain at www.gfilotto.com but as an experiment, I have decided to use Substack to post either short stories I occasionally write or, serialised ones. I started out with the idea of writing a serialised daily diary of Orpo Field Inspector Kord Siegfried Neubauer. Those of you who have read my NAZI MOON Omnibus will be familiar with this character. Those of you who have not, you may want to remedy this terrible lacuna in your literary prowess and immediately order a copy here (digitally) or follow the link there to get a doorstopper in paper format from amazon

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The idea I had is to follow the entries in the Inspector’s field-report book and/or private diary concerning the investigation he did on Luna in the think of Nazi society, that led to his being both valued as an investigator, yet shunned for promotion.

As usual, I have not promoted this Substack at all, not introduced email lists to the queries formed and so on, so, we’ll see if this project lasts at all or if it even takes off.

Settings are all free for now, but I certainly would appreciate any support you guys may be willing to give down the line.

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This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here