Sorry for the wait guys, I hope it meets your expectations, although it is sadly lacking in pictures
Johnny was busy analysing every millimetre (despite being an adopted Murcan, he refused to use that backwards Imperial syustem withint he confines of his own mind) of his opposite number Syrgy. Wounds indeed, but not from a war Johnny thought. A gulag most likely.
So, the rumours of the idioitic Zenobians imprisoning and surpressing their most brilliant minds was true. how utterly ineffecient of them. The Thanasian science-labour camp system was so much more productive than the Uranium mines.
He looked somewhat uncomfortable too. That miht have something to do with being confronted by his arch-rival, but Johnny was sure there was something else bothering him. A brief and discrete sniff after Syrgy's last comment revealed the distinct smell of nitroglycerin. Fascinating, a weak heart. Perhaps the stress of us beating him into orbit will kill him
Johnny thought, with just a hint of sadness. The contest would not be as fun without a comparable rival.
And such a wince at being refered to as mein herr. Oh, of course, that would be von Braun's old...colleague Herr von Evilstein, being called mein Herr must dredge up bad memories. Johnny resolved to use the expression as much as possible.
"Well mein Herr, I feel I must offer my congratulations to you. You were the first after all to fly a satellite...oh but of course, that was Herr Doktor von Evilstein, by old friend from Peenmunde. How is the good doktor?"
Syrgy looked briefly amused that von Braun was not aware of the doktors fate. Then he realised it was nothing but a ruse, dry humour. This Thansian bastard must have an Anglian friend to teach him such wit
"He met with some...ah, accident, da? He had to leave the program suddenly."
"That is most unfortunate. His emthods were reckless, even by Zenobian standards, but he did get the milestone I suppose..."
Syrgy barely had a chance to feel both annoyed and smug at the admission before Johnny cut him off again.
"...but then again, you may have got the milestone but we got the better result! Just listen to this true Murcan broadcast, direct
And with that, Johnny pulled out a small radio, and tuend it to the bitchin' rock and roll still being beamed down from the Explorer satelites.
"Now that is the true victory is it not? You can listen to annoying beeping, whilst we can groove and relax to our tunes from space. There are even bands in Murca producing music especially
for the "Space Radio." It's nothing like good Thanasian music it it sure beats beeping!"
In a dull corner of his mind, Johnny was wondering what on Earth he was saying. He had planned to have a lengthy chat about shared visions and so forth, but he had been unable to resist the chance for gloating. It would seem he had become more Murcan than he had thought. time for some fence mending.
"Comrade Pavylyvych, I must offer my apologies. It would seem my Thanasian manners have been misdirected by Murcan ways. In all honesty, I must offer my congratulations for putting a man into space. Truly, a remarkable achievement, and one that I hope will be rememebered throughout history, regardless of the politics of the day."