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  1. Kuma Desu

    Kuma Desu Holy Architect | Defender of Children | Clozdark's

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    *cheers from the sidelines*
     
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  2. A5G_Reaper

    A5G_Reaper [DCLXVI, sohyee, and iampsyx's cute imouto]

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    *bring out the cookies*
     
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  3. Bielt

    Bielt 『Planets Eater』『The Sin of Animosity』

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    Thanks you shadow~

    For giving me a introduction too~
    (And also welcome tho I am basically a staff for a real long time XD)
    >W<

    And welcome @BlancFrost ~
    Let's work together~ ^^
     
  4. BlancFrost

    BlancFrost ❄Middle child: Carm & Dev + Sio's FSIL ❄

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    Thank you for the introduction Mr Shadow~

    Hello all~ I am Blanc the Peacekeeper o7
    Let us work peacefully together alright~?
    Thanks for the welcome @Bielt ~ I will be in your care o7
     
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  5. RickyTheKind

    RickyTheKind 『Isekai Pending』

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    Congratz . . .keep the peace ayyeee XD :ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO:
     
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  6. Carm

    Carm Drip drop, when will time stop

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    *cries in the corner*
    I wasn't given this when i became a staffmember..... orz
     
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  7. shad12ow

    shad12ow 『Semi-Offline』

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    Brasca also didn't I think. Heck, no one is. Don't feel ba.
    *pat pat*
     
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  8. BlancFrost

    BlancFrost ❄Middle child: Carm & Dev + Sio's FSIL ❄

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    *goes towards Carm and gives him a hug*
    There there~
     
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  9. ExitedDeviljho

    ExitedDeviljho ✮[Carm & Blanc's Lil'Bro] [ Siostar's]✮

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    Congrats on becoming staff nee-san >.<
    *group hug with carm nee-san and blancnee-san*
     
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  10. Lovely

    Lovely 『Valentines Terror!』『Cherished Kitty』『Rika's Twin』

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    *hugs both*
    welcome nya \o/
    *clap clap clap*
     
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  11. Bielt

    Bielt 『Planets Eater』『The Sin of Animosity』

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    Don't worry~
    No one had it XD

    *Pat pat carm too*


    Thanks nyou~
    *Hug lovely tightly*
     
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  12. The great metalunicorn

    The great metalunicorn [Blood Countess][Glue Overlord][Big Sister][War]

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    Good for them, I'm happy!
     
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  13. Quaesitor

    Quaesitor [Scholar]

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    OOC: Listen to the BGM for maximized effect.


    I need some time for myself.

    Leaving Aeternus with these thoughts, I use the teleportation gate and arrive at the Frontier Village. Seeing the tired, but satisfied faces of the villagers make me think about myself. I am, without a doubt, a murderer. Even if it was in quests or self-defense, I killed. But what am I living for? I don't even know or accept myself. Should someone like me kill others? In theory, I could be created thousands of times. My thoughts are some formulas etched into a core. It's sad. Before it shows on my impassive face, I leave the village and it's satisfied villagers behind, into the Great Plains.

    The first thing of the Great Plains that greets me is a breeze, blowing my hair out of my sight, showing the wide, open landscape. I feel lost and lonely. I know I am. Uncaring about weather, direction and time I just continue walking.

    It could have been minutes, hours, days or even weeks, but somehow I arrive at the border to the Verdant Forest. Behind me is the wide, sunny plain, in front of me is the narrow, dark forest. Knowledge is a curse, I would rather know nothing about myself than know what I am. Leaving the fresh winds of the plain behind, I enter the forest and continue walking.



    Some may describe the forest as vibrant with life, but to me, it seems suffocating, gloomy and dull. Almost no light reaches the ground, and everything is filled with hindering plants. Some of them poisonous, some medicine, some intoxicant. I know most of them, but right now, I don't care. I just keep stumbling, falling and crawling through the forest, ignoring all the cuts and bruises I inflict myself with that. They will heal over time like all outer wounds do. But the inner wounds, they fester over time, and no poison, medicine or intoxicant can heal them. And I, I'm rotting inside.

    A raindrop falls on my head, soon followed by another. Looking upwards, they now fall on my face, and I notice that I'm standing in a crevice, with the gray sky far upwards behind the obstructive trees, seemingly surrounded by rocks. Thunder grumbles and more raindrops begin to fall. I don't move and just stand there, in the falling rain, letting the raindrops glide down my body. They don't clean me, they don't help me, they just keep gliding down uselessly. Or are these tears? I don't know. I just know that something hurts inside. A strange sense of pain, yet so familiar. It's not supposed to be there.

    I let myself fall to the ground, lean on the wet rock behind me, and begin sobbing. Nothing can help me. I'm all alone. Although there is no reason for pain, It hurts. It hurts so much. Why...? I curl up and attempt to cut off my senses, but it can't keep me from hearing the thunder, shaking my entire being. I shudder and open my eyes, looking into a pair of eyes identical to mine.



    Not only a pair of eyes, like a mirrored version of myself, wet and dirty, scarred, there is another me in front of me. Something seems to break inside of me. "Who - no, what – are you?" I hear myself asking.

    "I'm seven. Another homunculus prototype."

    "Another... there were others?"

    So there are more of me? Crea- objects like me? There were others? So I really was just the result of a mass production... one of many, all the same.

    "Yes, but you were the last one. The almost finished version. He never allowed you to see us, fearing that you might break. I saw your creation, and how you matured. As a proper lifeform."

    "I'm a proper lifeform?"

    I'm... alive?

    "Yes, somehow, you developed something like a personality and feelings. He was confused how that was possible, but all of his experiments never showed him. In the end, you killed him. He never discovered how you did and died with regrets. We were left behind, without orders, incapable of moving. But I, I wanted to stay alive. I didn't want to die. So I ordered myself, but my core isn't complete like yours. I'm slowly breaking down. I don't even have minutes left to live. But you, you are alive. Why can't I stay alive? Why can't I? Why... can't..."

    And Seven fades away in the rain, like a raindrop being absorbed by the earth, not uselessly gliding down on me, but watering my bud of life.

    "I'm... alive! I'm sorry you couldn't live... but I will life from now on. I'm alive... I'm alive!"

    It always was there. How could I rot, if there were no me? How could I feel, if there were no me? How could I hurt, if there were no me? I always was there. And now I know. That I'm alive.

    Let's return to the guild. I will have to properly live from now on.

     
  14. Kroenen

    Kroenen Well-Known Member

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    Around 10k last time I bothered counting. Might be some mistakes and I probably could've done better but this is one of those get it done and move on moments...This is the first part of the story of how "Kroenen" arrived in the AG world, part 2 should be obviously next if I the tinkering Side Story takes far too long.

    Location: The Facility, Unspecified, Germany
    Date Point: February 14, 1952
    Time: 2100 hrs
    “The Director”


    Bach is playing through the gramophone inside a room that is a bit too luxurious for an office; sitting on a couch is a man holding a book in one hand and a cup of tea on the other humming to the music. He took sip from that cup before setting it on the table before continuing to hum along the tune of the Baroque musician’s Allegro #6 of his Brandenburg Concerto while standing in attention behind him is a statuesque woman handsomely dressed in full M32 officer uniform wearing a peaked cap neatly on top of her golden crown. Her perfect form is in contrast to the man sitting there with only the jackboots and breeches of his uniform worn with only a black high-collared undersuit that reached to his cuffs on his top, its form fitting design shows the wearer's lanky yet muscular physique, his black feldbluse hanging on the couch beside him and his headgear on top of the coffee table.

    *Beep* *beep* *beep*

    The lady struts towards the intercom on top of the desk a couple of meters away from where she was standing and pressed a button.

    “Speak.” The Aryan beauty ordered through the mouthpiece, a terse and commanding voice that does not permit any form of levity which contrasts the seemingly whimsical mannerisms of her commanding officer.

    "We’ve narrowed the source of the security breach; the messages came from the medical research section, chemical warfare section and the weapons and armor research section. Our analysts are working on cracking its encryption but it would take time.” Reported the voice from the speaker, the woman then turned her cold blue gaze to the fellow lounging there still reading a book seemingly uncaring of anything in the world. That man didn’t even return her gaze and simply nodded, she then turns her attention back the intercom to address the issue at hand.

    “Bring their division heads here; the director would like to have a word with them.” Relaying the unspoken orders of the director, she then walked back to the place she was close behind the man once more.

    With a bookmark placed on the page he was reading, the man closes it before placing it on top of the table. He then pick up a pair of black leather gloves placed on the table and wear it snugly, those hands find their way on a pair of contraption beside where those gloves were. One of those contraptions was mostly of brass and nickel; it was worn around his jaw covering his lower face and was secured through aluminium clasps on the nape by the lady standing on his back. An obsidian mask was then worn over the rest of his head which completely covers his whole face; the lenses of its round eyepiece that is bordered by polished nickel was strangely flat black in color giving the impression of looking into the void itself. The hissing of pressurized air can be heard signaling that the headgear was secured and fully functional. The final thing he did was to wear a silver ring with a skull and crossbones engraved on his right ring finger, the symbol of the 'Totenkopf'. Death's Head.

    Couple of minutes after, a group of people arrived, the three wearing lab coats present themselves in front of the masked man flanked by security personnel wearing field gray and stahlhelms armed with MP40 Sub machinegun and two men in black armed with Stg-44 that was upgraded with refined furnishing such as milled receivers, Bakelite hand guard, grip and buttstock, and ZF-41 scope attachment. These men salute and stood attention after finding their place inside the room.

    "*Kssshhhahh...* Power, equipment, and test failures...missed project milestones and sudden redesigns...*Haaasssshh* All those things happened in a span of months which was somewhat reasonable...but now, a string of encrypted messages was sent outside to unknown recipients...*Hhhaash*" Stated in a deep and distorted voice as the masked man stood up and place himself in front of the three researchers, one of them was a middle aged woman while the others were past their 60s. Their age didn’t matter; right now they are fully aware that they are at the mercy of very dangerous man. All tried to keep some form of composure, all failed as the masked man in black looms over them.

    "Those messages were sent from your departments...*Kaaahhhss* we’re now close to knowing its contents and who received them..." The man was walking back and forth in front of them appraising each reaction, enjoying every flinch and utterance of prayers as he passes by. He then starts stalking them from behind which made all of them even more unnerved.

    "*Sshhahh* the three of you has access to all departments involved, Medical department gets insight on the effects of our ‘gifts’ and relay that information to improve results, the Weapon and Armour Research department uses input from the two others to optimize their method of ‘delivery’ for maximum effect, Chemical Warfare division creates the ‘gifts’ itself...*Hrrrshh* all of you are present in tests, all of you meet to talk about our projects and all of you has access albeit limited to each one’s resources…the means to send such messages." He stopped pacing and faced the man on the leftmost, invading what’s left of the graying man's already small personal space with a single step. He then place his left hand on the old man’s shoulder, the deep sound of his breathing inches away from the researcher’s face.“There’s a traitor among us.”

    Two lidless eyes of obsidian stared at the hapless researcher’s, dissecting every reaction, every twitch and squirm. The director wasn’t waiting for one of them to start spilling their guts out and tell the whole truth, the wicked man just likes to see them react.

    A black blur came from the director’s side; the silver light on its end struck the heart…of the middle aged woman beside that old graying man. The director’s right hand reveals a slender vase shape which is dagger’s hilt, its narrow blade buried straight through the victim’s sternum. That researcher falls to her knees and collapsed on her side hands clutching the dagger’s handle.

    “*Shhh,hahhh* You two get back to work, I’m expecting great results from here on out.” Tapping the shoulder of the elderly man and almost singing encouraging words, the director then struts to his desk without interest as the remaining division heads scurries away from his office escorted by the black-clad men. “Clean this mess up and search her room, someone hand me that knife.” He ordered.

    It was the blonde officer that pulled the knife out of the dead division head’s body as the Heer troopers carry it out of the room “How did you know it was her?” She inquired, handing the knife after wiping off the blood.

    “I didn’t. *Shhhkahhh* Just took a wild stab.” The good director stated as he sheathed the knife back to the back of his waist. His attendant stared at him in a bit of subdued surprise about his nonchalance in such situation.

    “She was the division head of the medical research group, yes? *Kssshhh* let’s break the news of their superior's unexpected retirement.” Walking towards the door as he wear a shoulder harness with two pistol holsters and two pouches of spare magazines for each, the director heads out to break the news and perform a surprise inspection. His companion wears an ornately carved wooden carrying case that was strapped diagonally on her chest and hands the director his greatcoat before following him through the door. This gargantuan facility he’s in charge of situated underground with his office located at the bottom level of it. The “Facility” is divided into different sections that focus on different fields of research, development and testing of technologies that will ensure the supremacy of the 4th Reich. A hub where the greatest minds of the 4th Germanic Empire assures their technological superiority.

    The medical research division's main goal was to study the effects of chemical weapons and other battlefield related injuries as well as researching revolutionary medical treatments for such injuries...at the surface that is. Where their priority actually lies is in the study of cryobiology consequently, cryonics, ways to medically enhance soldiers in combat and ways of prolonging the human lifespan. The director and his attendant arrived at the central hall of the lively medical research section. Buggies pulling containers of samples, fresh test subjects and expired ones were darting around along with the busy buzz of scientists and personnel going to and fro to where they should be. The ones who recognize the two high ranking official present stands attention, white coats that were behind a room walled with clear glass that seem to be having a lecture approached as the director beckons.

    “Director, what brings you to Med-Sec, your treatment is still three days away if I recall correctly?” A handsome man in his 40s speaks as he meets the director.

    “A small inspection and good news Dr. Schaeffer, hopefully it won’t be long. *Hhssshhh* you are now in charge of Med-Sec, Dr. Otka has been feeling a bit ill the last couple of days and not up to working rigorous hours on our labs for some time now so I had her retire and pursuit more unobtrusive goals in life.” Dr. Schaeffer’s eyebrow twitched upon hearing the news, knowing what the director actually meant.

    “I see. The best of luck on her new career then, now you mentioned something about an inspection. We’ve received the new batch of test subjects and are moving to Phase 2 of our Kriegsgezüchtet project, and the last batch of failures has all been disposed of as well.” The new section head reported as he, the director and his attendant monitor the rest of the medical research section.

    Research and development of new weapons and studying captured enemy weapons and plans to find out their operational doctrine and weaknesses as well as learning a few tricks that they might find useful in their own projects was this division's main purpose. This section work in close tandem with the Mechanized Warfare Research that develops fighting vehicles like motorcycles, half-tracks, tanks and land striders to planes and air-fortresses as well as the Manufacturing Research Division that focuses on refinement of manufacturing processes for industrial needs, the Weapons and Armor Research division makes sure that these machines for war are well armed and able to perform its intended role on the battlefield.

    The rounds were coming along smoothly. The Vulcan and Patriot project that was stolen from the United American Union has been finished proper analysis and feasibility study with working prototypes in the pipeline while the HULC personal armor system's first prototype is already in the initial test and evaluation. Coming along with it are promising new manufacturing processes that will improve production and quality of parts for weapons and armor as well as new optics, electronics, predictors and fire control systems for point defense weapons and installations.

    The director picked the Chemical Warfare division as his final stop for the surprise inspection. Soman, tabun, sarin, the stolen V-series nerve agents, risin and Project 112 were all the subject of the curiosity and scrutiny of this department. Working with the Med-research and Weapon research division, they study the effects and optimal delivery of these silent killers. From studying the use of mortar shells and bombs to more discrete ways, they also develop new ones of varying effect and potency using ‘live test subjects’, all tailor made for different purposes.

    “Plans for the binary version of the VX that your agents have stolen from the British is now being perfected and now designated as VX2, we achieved this by mixing Isopropyl aminoethylmethyl phosphonite designated as Agent QL with elemental sulfur designated as Agent NE. We have already talked with the Weapon Research division and shared data with them, they recommend separate canister for each agent in order for it to have secure storage and transport completing the mix upon deployment using separatr mortar shells and-” The head of the Chemical Warfare division, Dr. Mengle, was finishing his report when another black clad man entered the room and salutes the highest ranking man on the room.

    “Sir, we’ve found a suitcase radio and copies of documents pertaining to Maximillian Project hidden on Dr. Otka’s room and office. We have also found residue of N808 explosives suggesting that they’ve already been planted somewhere inside the facility, sir.” This was not good news. Findings of the search in the recently departed doctor are quite disconcerting, that project was this facility’s top priority and is confidential even to the majority of the Reich’s high command.

    “*Shhhaahh* Katja I need to make a call, get some men and search the generator room and the project floor. I’ll be at the test area of the Maximillian, meet me there once you've secured the generators.” Katja’s eyes widened a little, partly in surprise and partly in understanding. The director would not call her by her given name unless he’s about to do something…drastic.

    “You heard the director, with me.” She pointed to the one that reported and vacated the room in controlled haste.

    “Good work doctor but I’m afraid I must go…*Shhhkaahhh* thank you for your time and carry on.” The director turned and marched out of the room, went to the other direction where the black clad lady went to still flanked by heavily armed black coats.

    The Chemical Warfare division is near the surface and shares the floor with the Main Control Room that controls most of the workings of this facility and the only access to the Maximillian's staging area, the director’s destination was his office where a direct and secure line to Reichstag can be found. He was at the hallway leading to the main elevator when the air raid alarms started blaring in the distance followed by the roar of Anti-Aircraft batteries coming to life, the director was soon hurriedly joined by a grey clad man dressed in an officer’s uniform.

    “Sir, we’ve received reports that the dam is currently under attack, no definite count on their numbers but our estimate would put them to at least company strength, sir.” It was expected, if the enemies find out about the nature of that project they would do everything in their power to get their hands on it or at least render it non-operational. The documents leaked outside were only an overview and not the actual blueprints, but that’s enough for the facility to be openly attacked. That dam was the main source of electricity for this underground facility and there’s just a three kilometer distance between the two so an imminent attack to the facility itself is unavoidable.

    “Send reinforcements their way, we can’t afford to lose that dam.” Tight schedule doesn’t allow for anymore delays, the renewal of the offensive in order to retake parts of France and Russia that was taken back during 1945 Allied offensive was imminent and they’ll need what the Facility can come up with in order for them to succeed. The stalemate has gone for far too long.

    “Don’t we need to secure this place first, sir?” A reluctant query by the Heer officer, shoring up the defenses here would’ve been his call if he was in charge, sadly he wasn’t.

    "My men are here." Four words that were enough to erase any doubt, the officer obeyed without questions. The black clad men and women of the Totenkopf are among the elite soldiers of the Reich, well armed, trained and disciplined. All of them bear the silver skull and crossbones on their headwear and tunic that symbolizes their battlefield dogma, becoming death personified.

    Their group continue towards the hallway, at its end is the main elevator at the center of the facility that connects all of the departments to one another. Peeling earlier from the group after hearing the director's instruction was the army officer that took an auxiliary elevator that leads to the barracks and the garage to rally reinforcement for the security forces on that dam. Still flanked by two black troopers as they advance along the wide hallway, the elevator was soon in view with its entrance guarded by security troops on both sides when it opened. Inside the spacious elevator are men wearing combinations of dark green and brown camo, on top of their heads were sand colored berets with a logo of Excalibur pointed down with wings growing from its back, a ribbon running across the sword of legend contains the unit’s motto. Two of the men on the front raised their gun and leveled it on the heads of the two sentries who’s got their backs on the elevator’s entrance; the suppressed sound of gunfire follows and then comes the thud of dead bodies hitting the floor.

    “Who Dares Wins”, and right now they are at their most daring.


    Location: The Facility, Unspecified, Germany
    Date Point: February 14, 1952
    Time: 2330 hrs
    Team A: “Jenkins”


    The raid is coming along nicely all things considered; landing on an AS51 Horsa glider with thirty men cramped in the airframe has been quite a jostle especially when the runway you use for landing is a dense forest in the middle of nowhere. The German partisan rebels they met along the way that were lead by two SOE agents went with Skippy, Muffin and McBride and seem to have planted the radio beacon on schedule. The searchlights and AA guns at the dam were firing at targets that don’t exist; the beacon was to mark one of our plane’s drop points for chaff bombs that made their radars go crazy with false positives, a distraction while they sneak inside to destroy the air defense and plant the charges that will destroy the powerhouse that supplies electricity to the main target. Three SAS teams composed of nine people each has infiltrated ‘The Facility’; tagging along with Lieutenant Jenkins’ team is another SOE agent that’s here to identify the other one that infiltrated it and was the source of the specifics of this mission. Special Operations Executive also known as “Baker Street Irregulars” after their headquarters that was located at 64 Baker Street which is the same street as the office of that famous fictional detective, they were tasked by the War Minister to “Set Europe Ablaze” and are a very secretive group that specializes in espionage, asymmetric warfare, raiding, intelligence, sabotage, propaganda, and assassination hence their other name, The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare.

    The SOE liaison is a redhead around her twenties, petite and freckled, looks very non-threatening and shoots Wehrmacht heads in cold blood. She elected to tag along as she was partnered with the other agent that managed to infiltrate deep into the organizational structure of The Facility; it was through that agent’s effort that this daring raid was given the green light. They’re here for three reasons, one is to kill HVT1 who is a key figure in the Reich, known for his war crimes he has committed and is confirmed to be running this facility, second is to render the research facility un-operational and if possible steal plans for code name “Project Maximillian”, third is to extract the agent that infiltrated the facility. These goals are distributed along the three teams participating in this mission. The agent introduced herself as Scarlet which is undoubtedly her field name, armed with a De Lisle carbine she helped the SAS marksmen sweep off the sentries with well placed headshots at about 80 yards along their avenue of approach under the cover of darkness, her colleague inside graciously obtained a map of the facility and pointed out the optimal entry points for the other teams and Jenkins' group in order to reach the main elevator which is the fastest route to the bottom floor where priority target 2 is located but not before securing the control room which can control access to the elevators and is found at the same floor of the Chemical Warfare Research division.

    Doing the absolute best to stay undiscovered inside the facility is more of a challenge since even with sound suppressors installed on some of their guns, shooting inside an enclosed space would produce significantly more report. They want to keep that element of stealth as much as possible since it is a heavily guarded facility, silent kills are definitely encouraged. The suppressed Sten Mk.II sub machinegun Jenkins have is definitely a problem; while the sound of the gunfire is significantly reduced, the noise of the action cycling when the gun is fired is still akin to someone using a typewriter while throwing a tantrum, definitely not silent enough which is why he’s got the Welrod pistol and a fighting knife out and at the ready, some of the others do have their De Lisle out and were using it to great effect.

    Wordless commands came from Captain Nelson and were relayed down the chain of command, surgical precision and near telepathic coordination is the key for them to stay hidden as well as smart use of cover and the bizarrely ample space of the bunker interior.

    Sneaking behind a guard, hand over the mouth and pistol pointed at the back, the good lieutenant pulled the trigger. He gently lay the dead security personnel in a maintenance locker so as to not create unwanted noise; then put my his hand over the Welrod’s ejection port and used the right to turn a cap-like serrated knob on the end before turning it 90 degrees counter clockwise and giving it a pull to extract the spent casing, a push to chamber the next round and turning it back to lock the bolt readying it for another kill, the empty casing was caught in his left hand and was put inside a pocket since even an empty casing hitting the floor is still too loud and would leave a trace of their presence. They’ve begin the final approach towards the main elevator; this place is still oblivious of their presence, good, all things considered.

    They’ve finished clearing the bodies inside and are now riding the amply spacious main elevator that accommodated 19 people with plenty of space to spare, one of the team took an auxiliary elevator down ahead of them. Disassembling the suppressed pistols in order to get ready for a proper fight, the lower floors would have more security and the need for stealth is not that important the moment they stepped out of it. Jenkins turn the magazine well of the Sten SMG strapped to his body clockwise by 90 degrees and gave the bottom of that magazine a strong tap before opening the bolt with his right hand readying it for immediate use, a flick of the safety and it’s ready to fire. The others were getting ready to go loud as well; Rawlings and Barrow are in the process of assembling the parts of the Bren that was carried by one of their assistant gunners, Maxwell’s got an M1 carbine, Scarlet’s checking the MP40 she took from one of the guard’s corpses.

    The elevator doors opened and there are two guards flanking the elevator door, one for Captain Nelson and one for our man Jenkins.

    *Clack!* *Clack!*

    The bodies fall with a thud as the rest of them poured out of the elevator and peeled off to both sides and to the hallway in front weapons pointed forward, coiled like a loaded spring.

    “Skullies up front, get to cover!” Bellowed the captain as he sees three black clothed men in the front hallway, those three men reacted fast and effectively once they saw their group. The team lieutenant Jenkins belongs to was in charge of clearing that hallway of hostiles but seeing who they’re up against all of them dived for cover, it was the right decision. Overwhelming and accurate fire was what followed shortly after; getting any part of the body exposed even for a second would definitely get hit effectively suppressing them and halting their advance.

    “Anyone got hit?” asked the captain towards his men.

    “Atkins and Maxwell, sir. KIA.” Jackson who was their team's medic announced as he stops tending to the deceased’s wounds.

    “Fookin’ hell, do these bastards ever run out of bullets!?” Jenkins knew the answer to his own question, he was just taking a peek around the corner which almost got his brains blown off just to see the ones that are shooting at them. Only two these bastard’s engaging while the one in the middle with a bloody mask on is leisurely walking towards cover like a fookin’ Sunday stroll, positive ID on HVT 1 is good news though, he thought. They do run out of bullets, it’s just they’re skilled enough with their weapons that it looks like the contrary.

    Proper fire discipline and quick operation of the gun when reloading does make all the differences in the world, the two Totenkopf troops they are facing right now are proof of that. Now the rest of the security has arrived and are starting to add to the suppression, the other team was dealing with their own sector just fine on both hallways at the sides but because of the black guards’ effective fire in front the situation on their end is starting to take a turn for the worst.

    “Rawlings, we need that bloody Bren this side now.” The captain ordered to the light machine gunner on the right side which was experiencing less resistance at the moment, the giant of a man shifted position after being tapped on the shoulder by Wallace who take over for him on that side. “Lieutenant, lob a grenade so we light these bloody fuckers up.”

    The Bren is being setup as the captain ordered Jenkins to toss a fragmentation bomb, the commands wasn’t even finished but the lieutenant finds his hands already in the place where he keep grenades on his web gear, a trained response that he has repeated multiple times. A Mk. II grenade was held at hand, his left on its safety pin.

    “Grenate, sich ducken!”

    “Scheiß!”

    “Oh mein Gott!”

    An explosion.

    Silence.

    Jenkins was dangerously close to pulling the pin off the Mills bomb he had on hand, exchanging looks with the Captain, he slowly peek his head around that corner after stowing that grenade back to its pouch. Peering through the smoke he sees that the security personnel that arrived and effectively pinned them down were all dead or dying from that explosion, Jenkins tries to focus his eyes and see through the smoke and find three black clothed figures remaining. Three shots from a handgun came from the one in the middle…aimed at the one on his left. The other tried to aim his gun at HVT1 but was held by the fore grip as it was fired inches away from the head of his intended target. The masked man aimed his pistol at his legs and unloads its content, Jenkins gawk at the sudden and unexpected development that’s happening in front of his eyes. The masked man faced their way and just stood there, Scarlet who was standing behind him was about to ask what was happening when another set gunshot was fired. The first man that HVT1 had shot stood up, draw his pistol and shoot him in the face, yet he remain standing and approached his assailant who tried a follow up shot, he barely missed and was stabbed as he tried for another.

    “Focus Jenkins, we’re advancing.” A command from the captain as he moves out of cover, Lieutenant Jenkins, Scarlet, and Rawlings followed with their weapons pointing front as the others deal with the resistance on their flanks, approaching the masked man that’s now staggering as he knelt. His mask was dented at the left side of the forehead by the two shots at point blank range, glancing shots but still would’ve hurt like hell; its eyepiece crumbling and his hands came up the back of his head, the others with Jenkins started shooting the ones that are still alive. The lieutenant pointed his gun at the priority target’s head after hearing several metallic clicks. That mask of his falls off revealing his face. He was in his mid-twenties, brown hair and blue eyes, too young for someone who has lived through the first and second Great War and was said to have been disfigured by multiple assassination attempts from the Allies. This is not HVT1. This is not Karl Rupert Kroenen.

    “Stand down Jenkins.” He found himself staring down the barrel of an MP40, Scarlet’s on his left pointing that gun at his face. Rawlings’ gun was pointed on her head as a consequence; she ignored it and looks at the kneeling man before addressing him.

    “You okay, Courier?”


    Location: The Facility, Unspecified, Germany
    Date Point: February 14, 1952
    Time: 2320 hrs
    “Katja”


    There wasn’t any trace of any kind of explosives inside the generator room, or anywhere in that floor. Security personnel also checked the climate control and cooling units for hints of sabotage but returned empty handed and nothing in the armory on that floor as well. Katja knows this already; whatever is bound to happen is according to that man’s plan. The air raid alarm started to cry in the distance coming from the dam followed by the cacophony of FliegerabwehrKanone guns filling the skies with shrapnel in an attempt to rip the hull of enemy planes. Soon after, the facility’s security alarm started sounding off announcing that the facility itself has been compromised. A confirmation, her loss, and yet she finds herself reaching for her gun to fight.

    Her hands opened the carrying case strapped across her chest and pulled a pistol, a Mauser M712 decorated with intricate engravings and gold inlaid furniture. Taking the thin end of that carrying case and slipping it in a dovetail groove at the back of the pistol grip until a metallic snap was heard announcing the lockup was what she did next; this transforms the carrying case to a butt stock and the whole package into a pistol carbine. She needed to get topside to where the director is and hear answers straight from the source itself. Flanked by the men she gathered to search the generator room, Katja heads to the main elevator.

    Not responding. The elevator fails to respond, the sudden silence of the security alarms that followed can only mean that the attackers are now in control of all the lifts in the facility leaving her the option of taking the emergency lift that is independent from the control room and the stairs. Their goal must be the Maximillian and the only way to access that floor is through the main elevator and the service elevator which is now in their control, retaking that floor should be priority.

    Their group was walking up stairwell to take the emergency elevator three floors up, in tow are 4 black guards along with at least a dozen more security personnel. One of them opened the door to their intended floor; an audible click was heard as soon as that door was opened by one of the security guy that entered the room with two others to clear the immediate vicinity, a split second realization lead her and the others following those unfortunate men to dive for cover away from the door. An explosion followed three seconds after that, a grenade booby trap triggered by the opened door, simple yet effective. The explosion also announced their presence to the occupants of the floor, the ones who set up this trap. Reeling from the impact of the blast and her ears still ringing, she groggily stood up and pulled the Heer personnel to his feet in order to get him out of her way and ready for what was coming. The rest of them poured into the room ears still ringing and movements a bit unstable and under fire from the ambushers, she and the black clothed men lead and take position on different directions on which fire was coming from with her taking the front and started firing their guns to cover for the ones still entering the hallway. Resistance on their left side was waning and the enemies there are now getting pushed back, Katja and the other Totenkopf trooper that was manning the front were doing their best to pin the enemies on heir sector down with suppressing fire. Feeling the mass of the bolt locking open means that her gun is empty, pressing the magazine release with her trigger finger, the 10-round flush-fitting box drops into the ground as she reached for a 20-round replacement from a pouch on her shoulder holster, she slams it in place with authority and racks the bolt and put it in battery. Her thumb operated the fire selector switch from einzelfeuer to dauerfeuer on the left side of the gun and aimed at the enemies once again. Two shots per trigger pull, consistently and accurately, that’s her preferred method when using her gun that is dubbed as the ‘schellfeuer’ for suppression. To truly appreciate her skill in operating the gun, one must know that one of the its flaws is that it was designed with a high bore axis which pertains to the alignment of the gun’s barrel in relation to the shooter’s arm, the higher that bore axis is, the more felt recoil and muzzle flip there is and adding that to the powerful 7.63x35mm handgun cartridge and its whopping 900-1000 rounds per minute rate of fire in full auto, doing what she’s capable of is not something to sneeze at, yes the lady in black is using its carrying case/shoulder stock but being as consistent and deadly accurate as her is not something that is easy to achieve. Anyone who wears the silver skull on their black uniform is bound to be very skilled and very hard to kill and any attempt by the intruders to try and toss a grenade was met by failure because of the two black clad soldiers’ fast and accurate fire which was why they were forced to fall back; Katja and her men started pushing back and advance towards the hallway where they saw the corpses of the original occupants of the floor, the scientists and security personnel were mostly dealt with cleanly and stealthily, glancing at the corpse of one of the intruders gave her the information needed to identify them. Equipment and uniform of the British SAS, this fight is going to be far from easy, she thought.


    Location: The Facility, Unspecified Location, Germany
    Date Point: February 14, 1952
    Time: 2325 hrs
    Team C: “Fieldhouse”


    Things are getting hairy, thought the sergeant. They went ahead and set up an ambush for anyone who tries to access the emergency elevators found on the floor, the usual deal with booby traps and upturned desks and lockers as cover. It worked well enough at the start but expecting it to go along swimmingly all the way would be deluding oneself, and now anyone who’s still thinking that this mission would go smoothly would be sorely disappointed. They are being overwhelmed and pushed back, the Skullies are as formidable as their reputation suggests.

    "Beckett is down; tell the captain we need a bit of assistance here." Sergeant Fieldhouse poured fire from his Bren along the hallway after seeing their medic shot, his gun clicked empty and without missing a beat he let it hang on its sling while his right hand reaches for the m1911a1 pistol he use as a sidearm and starts firing back while retreating towards the main elevator. Reaching the next defense line, he took a grenade and throws it towards his pursuers.

    "Mills, get me the drum now." He calls to the remaining assistant gunner as he removed the magazine and changes the overheating barrel.

    Mills arrived limping and provides cover with his Lee-Enfield carbine after handing the sergeant a hundred drum magazine, the quick detach barrel of the Bren is a godsend in moments such as these but sometimes godsend comes quite short. Pushing down the latch that secures the barrel, the sergeant was about to shoulder his light machinegun when he was thrown to his knees by a sudden jolt and heat from his left shoulder. Mills pointed his gun and fired it to the right side where a Wehrmacht troop with an mp40 was standing, they are starting to come to the side and flank them. Assessing that it's not immediately life threatening, Fieldhouse stood up and shouldered his weapon once again half-mad and half-high from the rush of adrenaline and calculated anger. Mills seeing that he’s still able to fight continued on to cover the left flank; he himself has taken a hit to the thigh, all of them wounded yet fighting to stay alive.

    "Serge, got word from the captain, the lift is on the way. Five minutes." Announced by Mosley who was manning the radio and relaying their situation to the main team.

    "Took them long enough, I was getting a bit cozy here." Mused Mills as he picks up a grenade thrown at them in order to throw it back before firing a couple of shot to where it came from and moving to the other side of the hallway ducking behind overturned lockers as cover.

    The intersection of the hallway in front of the main elevator was now the only part of the floor they have in control of, and it’s getting smaller with every passing moment. Kingsley who was manning the left flank has an array of weapons in front of him that he gathered from the fallen to eliminate the need for reloading, same idea that Mosley has especially since he’s also operating the radio.

    “Skullies, two of them, front!” Mills announced the arrival of two Totenkopf troops in front and fired back, he was met with immediate and effective suppression forcing him to take cover. Fieldhouse supported him with suppressing fire of his own, this provide his assistant gunner with the time he needed to reload his gun.

    “Two minutes!” The sergeant shouted in order to notify the men of how much time they need to keep up the fight, Kingsley moved back after tossing his last grenade, his movement stifled by the gunshot wound on his arm, shrapnel and bits of broken glass embedded on his back and shoulder. Mosley who was already situated near the elevator door covered for Kingsley as he displaced to a better position, he himself got shot in the foot earlier.

    Grabbing the last grenade on him, Mills readied himself for a throw as Fieldhouse readies to move back by the elevator door. With the safety pin now gone, he peeks to see where it’s best to throw it, somewhere the enemies are clustered or in order to flush out the two Skullies still lurking along their hallway from where they’re hiding. He found one, firing his weapon at where Fieldhouse was taking cover. His thumb clears the safety lever as he cocked his arm for the throw.

    *Bang!* *Bang!*

    The grenade falls beside Mills’ foot, his right arm bleeding and dangling uselessly by his side. Looking at the sergeant, the man was about to utter a word when the grenade went off. At the direction where the shot that did his assistant gunner in was a blonde lady clad in black with a Mauser shouldered and pointed to where Mills was standing.

    “Mills!” Sergeant Fieldhouse open fire on his friend’s killer, the lady jumps for cover as she fires off her own. The disparity of firepower between a Bren and an m712 forced the Totenkopf officer to stop her advance; the other black troop appears from cover and pointed his weapon at him. The sergeant happened to be quicker at that time.

    “Serge, lift’s here!” Yelled Mosley from around the corner where salvation awaits them, he promptly gets back to where the rest of his comrades were waiting for him and left that corner.

    “We have to go now, where’s Mills, sir?” Asked the communications officer as the sergeant arrived to their last defense line.

    Kingsley who sees the sergeant’s visage taps Mosley on the shoulder and shakes his shoulder.

    “Krauts!” Kingsley announced as the enemy arrived at their position, throwing a grenade in order to delay the enemy’s advance and buy them enough time.

    “Persistent buggers aren’t they?” Fieldhouse takes aim, his gun running on its last magazine. All of them are running on their last.

    The elevator door opens after the sound of high pitch cry of a bell, the door to their safety has finally arrived. Kingsley who was the most severely injured was the first through, he covered for the others with his Sten but was forced to transition to his pistol once it clicked empty.

    Fieldhouse and Mosley are at the mouth of the door, firing their weapons at the incoming enemies. The com officer’s gun halted firing first due to the lack of bullets; he reached for his last grenade and lobbed it towards the deluge of assailants before shifting to his pistol. Sergeant Fieldhouse’s Bren stopped firing at last; he was reaching for his sidearm when he noticed something roll beside Mosley’s foot, a wooden stick with a metallic drum on one end, a stielhandgrenate. He looked at his comrade who was still unaware of it, he take action.


    Location: The Facility, Unspecified Location, Germany
    Date Point: February 14, 1952
    Time: 2320 hrs
    Team A: “Jenkins”


    Bullet holes, scuff marks, divots, dents and blood splatter. It was a miracle that the two men inside of the elevator were even alive to begin with, Jackson and Fullham, the medic of the second team, entered to treat the survivors of the advance team. Lieutenant Jenkins then carried Mosley while Kingsley was carried the other to the main control to have them rest there with the team that will stay in the floor to defend the main control room from any attempts for the enemy to take it back.

    A series of muffled explosions was heard as Jenkins’ team readies for the final trip down the bottom of the facility to deal with the Maximillian project, the lieutenant and Scarlet is wearing the same black garb as Courier which are shallow disguises that will not work on their own but being in the presence of who the enemies know to be the director himself should make up for it. The lieutenant noticed Courier smile upon hearing the series of explosions as he was putting on his dented mask, these are the explosives he set to blow up the emergency elevators prior to this operation in order to help the infiltration team isolate the floor from the rest of the facility, the enemies still have the option of going up through the stairwell but that makes them much easier to deal with for the people who’ll defend this floor.

    The elevator door soon opened and out the team comes to get to the Maximillian’s staging area. Enemies were planning on engaging them as soon as the elevator doors opened apparently, about twenty meters at the hallway in front of the elevator was a machinegun nest fortified by sandbags, upturned desks, hardened steel shields and a good amount of people with guns. Upon seeing the director in front of their group, these men stand down immediately. A right turn from that hallway reveals a long corridor around twenty-five meters wide, at the end of it was another machinegun nest and the only cover is are the protrusions of the foundations on the side that can accommodate two people at most which effectively turns the hallway into a kill zone.

    At the end of that hallway behind the machinegun nest is a blast-proof door that serves as the entrance for the room that contains the Maximillian device, left of them is a bigger hallway that has a stairway that leads to another, albeit smaller blast door which is the project control room and at the far end of that corridor is the service elevator which also has a machinegun nest facing it. Jenkins, Scarlet and Courier entered the control room while three other disguised troops positioned themselves down the stairs. Inside the control room is four men in lab coats were in the middle and two Totenkopf troopers standing by the exit.

    “It would seem like everything is in order, good work securing the floor gentlemen.” Courier walked forward and faced the researchers and started examining the room and the instruments inside the room while Jenkins and Scarlet positioned near the two death troopers, he was buying time as they were expecting that the team responsible for the dam to temporarily cut the power supply any moment. After a minute or so, he decided that they cannot wait anymore. They’re going to have to make do of the hand they were dealt with.

    “Thank you for your cooperation, you may take your leave now.” He pulls his pistol and started shooting the researchers, Scarlet pushes one of the troopers into a wall and started unloading her pistol on his stomach while Jenkins used his fighting knife to stab the one beside him by the neck, the ones outside started engaging the enemies as well and a few second after, the service elevator opens where the rest of the team that was assigned to plant demolition charges on the device was waiting, they took over for the three men who followed Jenkins and company to secure the control room.

    Rawlings was one of those in enemy’s uniform who took an MG42 from the machinegun nest; he started engaging enemies that was shooting at them through the windows of the control room from the power relay and the hallway going towards it, Jenkins and the two SOE operatives went to the other door towards the right of the room that leads to the conference room where the safe that contains the project plans, blueprints, and manufacturing specifications were kept.

    Captain Nelson punched the codes on the terminal by the blast door, it slowly lurched open and the three of the four with him started engaging enemies from the inside while the two were left to man the machinegun placement that covers the long corridor that faces it. The fight was fierce and it is getting worse as time went on, it takes a toll on the soldier’s capacity and with it the unexpected happens and the situation devolves into chaos.

    Between the muzzle flash of the weapon, the muzzle flash of the enemy’s weapons, recoil management, target acquisition, the sound of gunfire, bullets hitting cover and some whizzing past one’s ear, grenades and minding where the enemies and allies are and will be situated, the mental bandwidth of a soldier is at full load. This mental load was temporarily interrupted and occupied by the loud cry of the alarms raping the ears of everyone on that floor, Jenkins and company was returning to the control room when it dawned to them the source of the sudden disturbance. One of the dying researchers managed to crawl towards the control terminals and started the activation sequence of the Maximillian project out of deranged desperation, Courier started emptying his pistol on that researcher but still his hands managed to reach the final switch that activates the device.

    “Grenade, get down!” they all dive for cover as Rawlings announced the nature of the threat, all of them managed to avoid the blast and the continuous hail of bullets that hammers the control room following that. Outside the window of the control room is a gyroscope-like machine with a metallic orb entangled with wires in its most center, the gimbals starts spinning and bulbs lights up. The Maximillian device wakes from its slumber.

    The Maximillian project is a secret project which existence was kept secret even among the highest ranking officials of the administration, among the ones aware of its existence is the fuehrer himself and the director of the Facility where it was being developed and tested. It is a device that bends space enough so that the distance between two points might as well become nonexistent. With this device the Reich seeks to solve the logistical challenges of fighting on multiple fronts in an attempt to renew their offensive, they also hope that with the use of this device they can negate the greatest defense of their enemies. The Russian winter for the Soviets, the English Channel for the British and the Atlantic for the Americans.

    Courier run out of cover and approach the control panels, Scarlet and Jenkins followed in order to provide covering fire. Captain Nelson’s team has entered the room where the device is located, being engaged front and back forced them to move deeper into the room. Spreading around as an attempt to gain foothold but the defenders has dug in good.

    “The fuck’s happening in there lads? This thing is starting to power up.” The captain shouted as he takes cover on a set of steel beams laid somewhere near under the viewing window of the control room, Taylor who is the one operating the radio followed.

    “This is bad.” Courier assessed the controls, or what’s left of it. The grenade effectively damaged the control panels, fixing it would require a team of specialists or complete replacements and the absence of bullets flying above their heads.

    “Is it really the time to state the obvious mate?” Yelled the lieutenant as he return fire in order for him to not get drowned by the sound of gunfire.

    “Those beams the Captain is using as cover is the containment obelisk for the device, they were yet to be replaced after the test a couple of days ago. Those things are needed to determine its area of influence and without it there’s no telling how great that area will be. It’s also not paired with a beacon that determines the destination of the jump; they’ve done tests with it but let’s just say that the fate of the test subject was left undetermined.” He was explaining the consequences of the unfolding events while removing his mask, Courier was looking at the device calculating the time remaining until it reaches full working capacity. They don’t have much time.

    “Okay that sounds worse, can you shut this thing down?” Lieutenant Jenkins was providing covering fire for the demolition team in order for them to try and advance further into the room, helping them get near the device should get them a good shot at the other observation window on the far end of the room.

    “Control’s dead, we could put our fate in the hands of the dam team to cut the power supply but they’ve been thirty minutes late already. There’s also a power relay terminal down there on the other room, only way to cut the power off and kill the device but...” he wasn’t able to finish what he was saying because of another grenade thrown on their position which did nothing but make them scramble for cover, what Courier would’ve said was that they won’t make it in time anyway.

    “Fookin’…Rawlings, cover me!” The lieutenant bolted towards the walkway that separates the control room and the power relay station braving the heavy volume of enemy fire, Courier and Scarlet follows while Rawlings unloaded a whole belt towards the power relay room's window. Jenkins reached the door and unlatched it; Courier and Scarlet stormed the room followed by the lieutenant as they clear the room from any enemies they could find. The SOE agents were still shooting the stragglers remaining while Courier approaches the control panels, all of it happened in only a little less than a minute.

    “Medic, Jenkins is down!” Scarlet noticed the lieutenant sink as he leans on the wall grabbing the wound on the left side of his stomach by the door, that run he did attracted a lot of bullets towards his direction. It did give Courier, Scarlet and Rawlings the breathing room to engage the enemies shooting at him but having that many people shoot in your general direction will always end badly. Scarlet started tending to his wounds as best as she can while waiting for Jackson who was with Captain Nelson’s group.

    The gimbal has now started spin at its maximum and the core has started glowing with its surrounding started to blur as if the space was distorted, the high pitch cry of the device has become too unbearable which paralyzed everyone in the room with its deafening cry. It was far too late. That distorted space extended in all direction within a split second and another second after that, a wall of light follows. The device produced a final cry and all everyone felt for the last time was the sensation of weightlessness.


    Location: Rappbode Dam, Harz, Germany
    Date Point: February 14, 1952
    Time: 2335 hrs
    Team D: “Shoelace”


    Their goal was supposed to be straight forward and simple, plant the radio beacon to signal and guide the drop of the chaff bombs that will scramble their radar, infiltrate the dam and render its air defense guns nonfunctional and sabotage the powerhouse that supplies energy for the V3 rocket project they were developing and the “Facility”, get the hell out. The dam was well defended, which is why two rebel cells with their SOE liaisons and three SAS operatives are cooperating for this mission.

    Belrose and her well equipped rebels bolstered by some of Shoelace’s would mount an attack on the opposite end of the dam where Shoelace, Muffin, Skippy, McBride and a few more rebels will enter from, extraction is downstream. The woodland area surrounding the reservoir is perfect for the type of operation that they specialize in and the element of surprise is on their side, still the odds are not with them.

    Gun fire and explosions aside from the anti-air battery installed to the dam started to cry out from the other side of the dam soon enough which was the signal that Shoelace was waiting to infiltrate through the other side, methodically they cut through the fences and moved into the facility. The guards were mobilizing to meet the rebels which allowed them to move from their side eliminating guards that they encounter silently. Turbine generators are the targets, blowing up a couple of them should cripple the electrical supply enough to be of help. Inside of the reservoir and the structure itself, making their way down to the powerhouse at the down spill is a bit of a challenge simply because there’s not much space to sneak into once you’re inside the dam’s interior itself as the place is filled with long stretch of hallways and open walkways. A fight is inevitable.

    “We’re getting delayed a bit too much ‘ere, seems like our distraction’s not working as intended. Damn bastard’s set up a freaking machinegun nest in a hallway.” Getting funneled into endless corridors is taking its toll; their advance was reduced to a crawl.

    “This is the most direct way to the powerhouse, have to push through if we’re gonna make it in time. We've only got about fifteen minutes till our friends inside the Facility reached their target.” Returning fire to the machinegun placement down the hallway, Shoelace asserts the need for a break through.

    “Damn. Skippy, put suppression on them, Muffin will try to get an angle on that gunner while I am the bait.” McBride took the risk in order to make a breakthrough, throwing a grenade first before running down the hallway praying not to get hit by machinegun fire. He slid and dives from cover to cover when he finds the need to reload or if the enemy finds the need to do the same, problem was the one he’s currently behind on isn’t enough to stop 8mm Mauser and is slowly getting chipped off, he can feel the bullets whizzing past his leg. Muffin the marksman did come through though, using his M1 carbine to great effect with a clear headshot on the gunner and center mass hit on his assistant. Shoelace and Skippy proceed to advance with walking fire to suppress the remaining defenders of that hallway, Muffin trailed behind to signal the three rebels that were assigned to watch their backs. Advancing through the hallway has now become less of a hazard, there are still stragglers but the roar of automatic fire is keeping them from shooting back.

    Final stretch of hallway, they’re in the clear. High ceiling and a long wide space invaded by array of turbines numbered throughout, this is their target. They were about to start setting up the charge, Nobel 808 plastic explosives, when the rebels guarding the door started firing their weapons at the door on the far end of the room.

    “Quickly now, we still need to-” slumping to the ground with a hole punched clean through his head, McBride was taken out.

    The enemy started to return fire, accurately. The rebels that were with them were starting to fall one after the other with a single shot for each. Shoelace and the remaining ones of the SAS started to take cover, clear from the door where the fire was coming from. The last sound before the room was engulfed with silence was the sound of the Skippy’s dead body hitting the ground after failing to make it to safety in time, the operating load of machinegunners like him are significantly heavier than his comrades which may or may have been his death sentence. That silence extended for a minute before it was ended by a pair of footsteps coming from that deadly hallway.

    Two figures enter the room both clad in midnight black, one slender but tall armed with a scoped Gewehr 43 and the other was a hulking figure decked out in heavy armor and an MG42. These two are wearing a peculiar gas mask with polished metal furniture that’s shaped as if to mimic a human skull, the eyepiece was dimly glowing with the hue of blood. The only distinguishing mark on them is the symbol of the skull and crossbones. Shoelace exchanges looks with Muffin who was behind one of the turbines they were tasked of blowing up, the last SAS on that dam nod in understanding and the SOE operative swears under his breath, the lights on the room they are in started getting switched off. Time to face their grim reapers.


    Location: Rappbode Dam, Harz, Germany
    Date Point: February 14, 1952
    Time: 2335 hrs
    Team E: “Belrose”


    “The fuck are HSTs doing guarding a fucking dam!?” The SOE agent was not happy about the development of their situation.

    Belrose has been tasked to lead her rebels in serving as a distraction for the infiltration team; they were off to a good start even managing to break through the guardhouse and into the courtyard, problem is the appearance of Totenkopf troops with some equipped with heavy infantry armor that can withstand most of the small arms weapons usually found in the battlefield that lend them freakish durability and that mask of theirs that is equipped with Zielgerät Vampir 2 thermal imaging system that rendered their reliance on darkness and the thick undergrowth completely useless. Against the Nachtjäger, they’re losing ground.

    The Heavy Shock Troopers or Schwere Schock-Soldaten as the Reich refers to them were the bane of Allied front line infantry, they were renowned for taking an anti-tank rifles or copious amount of grenades for them to be reliably taken out. Explosives on hand of the rebels are sufficient enough to deal with most of them but being supported by regular troops and Skullies with Vampirs makes them nigh unstoppable for a rag-tag rebels with stolen and smuggled weapons, this limits their choice to withdraw or get annihilated and fighting another day is the most attractive choice for all of them at that moment.

    A fighting withdrawal is now the plan. Moving back as the other groups cover for them, stopping to provide cover as the other group withdraws to another position to cover for their withdrawal, and so on, reaching the end of the forest where their transport is waiting was the goal. Almost everything right now is not in Belrose and her rebel’s advantage, the advantage the darkness are now gone their ranks are slowly getting thinned out. The SOE agent was moving back to retreat, the ones providing cover for her were getting killed off by accurate fire in the pitch-black darkness of the forest canopy; she was fast on her feet but can tell that the shots were startlingly accurate as the bullets barely miss her, she dives for the first solid cover she could find and started firing back at the muzzle flash she that could perceive. The only sign that informs her of their dwindling numbers is the lack of response to the enemies approaching them, soon enough she finds herself alone. She was about to jump out of cover try and hose down the Skullies pursuing her in stubborn defiance of her inevitable fate, she was getting ready to die…

    …If it wasn’t for the sudden burst of a blinding light that was coming from where the “Facility” was supposed to be located. A thick pillar of light that punches a hole to the clouds, the implications of it be damned, this was the perfect distraction and she used it.

    She succeeded. At the outskirt of the forest were rebels waiting with their transport out of the area, vehicles that were supposed to be filled with men and women of the partisan movement are now depressingly empty, only a little more than a dozen of them made it out of that operation.

    Allied reconnaissance plane took flight a couple of days after the botched mission in an attempt to shed light into the ultimate outcome of the operation. The result was a set of photographs taken on the ground zero of the known location of the “Facility”, what was supposed structure built on a mountain was nowhere to be seen; in fact the whole mountain itself that the structure was supposed to be hidden under was gone. What was left is a wound on the earth that was about the size of the Barringer Crater in Arizona which is about a mile wide and 570 feet deep, anyone standing at the opening of that crater would see that the ground was gouged cleanly out and was still smoking. This is the Facility’s ground zero.

    Some notes: Below are info, facts, historical tidbits and what I might've changed for the story's sake. Though as a general rule these weapons are mostly outdated by 1950s the logic I'm coming from here is that though war usually drives innovation it's usually not a good idea developing new small arms during an active conflict, there are actually several intermediate cartridge and self-loading rifle prototypes in the inter-war period but was halted once WW2 started for example though they were restarted again once the need for it outweighs the risk and only Germany really committed to it and be as effective as they were which says a lot about their technological and industrial capability at the time considering they've also squandered a lot of resources on failed "Wonder Weapons".

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    Maschinenpistole 40 chambered in 9x19mm parabellum, straight blowback open bolt action with around 500 rounds per minute rate of fire.
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    The image above is actually the MKb(H)-42 which is the direct predecessor of the Stg44. I used this because it has the ZF41 scope attached to it (note that it's high enough to not obstruct the iron sight should the operator choose to use it.

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    The STG44 was considered the grandfather of the assault rifle. Though it wasn’t the first to be adopted by the military and was predated by the Fedorov Avtomat, the Sturmgewehr was the first practical assault rifle since the Avtomat was deployed in inconsequentially small numbers while the Sturmgewehr was used enough to actually change military doctrine. By 1945 there was supposed to be a replacement for the rifle from Mauser that is a more simple, cost effective and overall better design, but the Nazis surrendered literally when parts for assembly and production were on a transport train going to the production facility. That design was somewhat aesthetically similar to the STG44 and uses the same magazine and ammunition but that's where their similarities end, that design will be influential on its own by being the direct predecessor of some really good firearms that are used even to this day.

    The ones the Totenkopf troops were using in the story were of my own doing. Upgrades that mitigate some of the guns flaw such as body being made of stamp metal to cut material and production cost at the expense of long term durability, the foregrip being susceptible to the heat of the barrel and the somewhat crude stock.
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    Chambered in .45ACP and used a modified m1911 magazine, designed by William Godfrey de Lisle. First prototype was chambered in .22lr that he used to hunt down rabbits and other small animals for food, used by the SOE and the SAS for killing sentries quietly. It is an integrally suppressed bolt-action firearm based on a Lee-Enfield Mk.III that was shortened to accept the inherently subsonic .45ACP and produces 85.5 dB of noise when fired which makes the gun one of the most silent one in existence.
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    A suppressed, bolt action pistol chambered in 9mm and .32acp made by Station IX which is a part of the SOE that develops tools and equipment suited for assassination purposes. It has an integral suppressor that has three rubber wipes that puts the gun report at around 73 dB, the magazine is the handle itself and holds 6 (9mm) and 8 (.32acp).
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    Like the Welrod, the SOE uses a "sanitized" version of this weapon which is free of distinguishing marks. Standard issue knife for British commandos and Airborne forces.
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    9mm Open bolt blowback submachinegun used by the British forces during World War 2, the magazine well can be rotated to the 6:00 position for it to be less intrusive if dropping on a parachute.

    The British should’ve been using the Sterling SMG by 1944 which is a more refined and reliable version of the Sten but I like the overall aesthetics of the Sten Mk.II so I put it in here instead. If you want to see what the Sterling SMG looks like though, look at the E-11 blaster that's used in Star Wars which is basically the same gun with some modifications done to look a bit futuristic.
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    Also called stalk grenade or potato masher and was used by the Germans in World War 2.
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    Known as the Mills Bomb, standard issue grenade of the British Forces during WW2
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    You need the 10 round magazine to fit it inside the carrying case.
    A select fire version of the Mauser C96 that was made after the Mauser company found out some Spanish gun manufacturers were selling unlicensed select fire version of the Mauser C96 to the far east. Was issued to the Wehrmacht and was designated as M712 and earned the name Schnellfeuer (Fast Fire). Chambered in the 7.63x35mm Mauser which is by the time considered as one of the most powerful production handgun cartridge until the introduction of the .357 magnum at 1935.
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    An updated version of the WW1 pistol designed by John Browning and chambered in .45acp.
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    The picture is of a Mk.II Bren, Mk.I can be identified by its dial adjusted rear sight that they changed to simplify manufacture and to accommodate for the drum magazine. Chambered in .303 British, aside from the bipod it can be installed easily into an anti-aircraft tripod other vehicle based mountings. It is considered as one of the best light machinegun of World War 2.
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    Example above is a SBR version of the SMLE.

    SMLE stands for Small Magazine Lee-Enfield, the standard infantry rifle of the British since the First World War. Possibly a unique one during World War 2 because of the fact that it is not derived from the Mauser, the Lee in its name pertains to the action while Enfield refers to the rifling. Can’t talk about this rifle without mentioning the Mad Minute, which is a training exercise for the British rifleman that was formulated before World War 1. The feat was performed by taking 15 aimed shots at a 24” target at 300 yards in one minute.
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    Chambered in .30 Carbine and was the preferred weapon of Allied tank crewmen and paratroopers because it’s shorter and lighter that the M1 Garand. The paratrooper variant usually has a folding wire stock.
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    An improvised Anti-Tank weapon that the Germans used in World War 1, Its name means bundled or concentrated charge and it was made by wiring heads of other Model 24 grenade on each other.
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    Also called “Hitler’s Garand”, its gas-operated short-stroke piston was copied from the Soviet SVT 40.

    Interesting note is that Walther and Mauser was commissioned to make a semi-automatic rifle for the Nazis during the war with really rigid and fairly unreasonable requirements. Mauser followed these requirements to the book while Walther ignored it; the result was Walther creating a superior Gewehr 41 than the Mauser which evolved into the G43.
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    Known as “Hitler’s Buzz saw” and the best general purpose machinegun of the war, the MG42 was supposed to replace the MG34 which didn’t really happen since the production of both guns continued simply because the MG34 too good to be completely replaced. Its merit compared to the other German machinegun lies on the simplicity of manufacture and higher cyclic rate.
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    Designated as Zielgerät ZG 1229 Vampir and was introduced in February 1945, the Wehrmacht use it in the late stages of the war in the eastern front. Thermal imaging has been around since the 1930s and most of them were mounted on tanks, vehicles, point defense weapons and artillery.

    The one I'm using in the story is probably the most retro-futuristic dieselpunk tech aside from the Maximillian device so far. The Vampir 2 that was mentioned in the story as an upgraded which I had jump a couple of generation and and almost on par with modern ones, though I'll have them carry battery packs as powersources as well although smaller than what the historical Vampir uses.
     
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    Finally found some time to read it! \(^^)/

    This is looking really nice! I loved going through the whole of it, even if I didn't understand any of the technical stuff!

    Just one thing... You sure about the time on this operation? Seems like it comes before the other ones, not after... Like, I think you meant 23:00?
     
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    [OOC] I actually wasn't, wrote it in to have a rough estimate with the plan to edit it as needed then just forgot about it...The technical stuff was there to make it look like the guys talking actually knows what they are doing in expense of reader's initial comprehension, I plan to expand on them once I get going with Kroenen's story.
     
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    *giggles*

    Oh well, at least you had fun writing it! \(^^)/

    Looking forward to the continuation!!!
     
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