The Spectre, the Tiger, the Reapers and the Swastika:

Summary: a Tiger I, a squad of waffen SS storm troopers and a squad of volksgrenadiers get involved in an accident involving Die glocke and get sent into the future. during grunts loyalty quest. How will these soldiers of the 3rd rich cope with aliens? And how will the aliens cope with the most racist and disciplined group of humans to exist?

Just outside Berlin, Germany…2186, during the reaper invasion…

Unterscharführer Schneider watched from the cupola of his Panzerkampfwagen Tiger Ausf. E at the scene before him, dark green eyes silently observing the towering squid like alien monstrosities that were terrorizing his home… well where his home used to be, in 1943. Only months for him, over a hundred years from now.

"Unterscharführer! We are ready to go" cried a voice next to the large tank. Schneider moved his attention to the source of the male voice, one of his 'comrades' if you could call someone from the Waffen SS that, who ended up here with him.

"I never thought I would see our grand city… in such a dire state." Commented the SS Stoßtruppen as they both observed the invasion. Schneider merely nodded "Ja, I would never have vought Hans. If anyone had told me I vas going to be fighting giant err… robot space squids over 1oo years into the future I think I would have sent them to the eastern front. But now… this is much bigger than the Rich." He commented back to Hans, the now identified storm trooper.

"I JOINED THE VOLKS SO THIS SCHISSE WOULD NOT HAPPEN!" cried a rather angry voice from a few meters back both Schneider and Hans turned to the source, a man in his mid-twenties leading a mixed group of Wehrmacht and Waffen SS (Volksgrenadiers and Stoßtruppen respectfully).

Schneider giggled a little while Hans grinned merrily at the approaching volk, blue eyes taking in every detail while his grizzled face, a veteran of the Russian front, looked angrier than Hitler did ranting. As he marched his way up to the other two, other Volks and SS troops spread out and covered the area, even though their foe was focused on Berlin.

"So look who is here at last! The old and grizzled veteran finally wakes up to join the heroes!" joked Han's.

"SHUT UP! I am in my mid-twenties asswipe! And just because women love a man with scars and a heart. And last time anyone checked the Waffen lacked that particular one." He counter commented much to the shock of Hans, who recoiled at that statement

"I'll have you know Volk that I have a very big heart, ask the commander she thinks my heart is not the only thing that is big on or in me…" he counter taunted.

"The name is Sergeant Luther you capitalist fucking assfucker!"

"I will acknowledge all of that because it's true!"

Schneider held up a hand to halt the two's bickering "Enough! Both of you, we have bigger fish… no wait… space squids to fry, so tell your boys to load up!" he looked at the Burning city in the distance "it's time we fought for a greater cause"

The other two quietened down as a large explosion sounded in the distance followed the constant crack of gunfire that had been in the air since the battle for earth began, the other volks and SS stood around, shared stories and quips, cigarettes and hugs so unlike their relationship back in 1944.

All of this Schneider took in, all of these men were battle-hardened soldiers fresh from the most brutal war in human history, more hardened than most soldiers of the future where the peace and scared politicians avoided anything remotely close to conflict and all soldiers were green. They came from the most vengeful nation on the planet at that time… the reapers would know the true meaning of FEAR, in the form of 62.72+ tons German made "FUCK YOU!" in the form of a tiger1. In other words the Pride of German armour.

Hans motioned for the surrounding Volks and SS to form a circle around him, which they proceeded to do. He then shushed them all, thinking for a few seconds before speaking.

"a few months ago we were fighting against Amerikans and the British. In the most brutal war known to Humanity" he looked around sadly, he could see anger and despair in his comrades eyes.

"I know a lot of you are saddened that we lost, that we were once again cast down. Granted that was hundreds of years from now, but for us it never happened!" he looked into their eyes one by one, blue, green brown no matter the colour they all had the same 'look' one of defeat, failed duty. He felt the same, he felt cold that he did not serve his country. But now, it was time to serve the fatherland once more. At this point Luther stepped in and started his rallying speech.

"Now mien comrades! We will fight not just for our species! We do not fight for those who have ignored the signs of this threat! No we fight for the fathaland! We failed! To defend her from the western capitalists but we can try.. here and now to stem the tide and hold for as long as we can, just like our brave comrades, of both the Wehrmacht and SS did so long ago!"

Hans took one last look into their eyes again, and absolutely loved what he saw, a burning passion, desire, a need to defend what they held so dearly to their hearts. A flaming hatred for the enemy emitting from the eyes of the Volks while something from the SS was saying 'SIG HEIL!' in a murderous sort of fashion, he himself adopted a murderous smile, these men would follow him , Luther and Schneider to Valhalla, to war.

Luther cocked his modernized Kar90k drawing everyone's attention

"all right! Children stamp out your fags, grab your stuff and get on the tank! We're leaving in 6 minutes!" his gruff voice ordered and all the 'Kids' scrambled into action, retrieving rifles, MP's, STG44's and packs before climbing onto the worn tank's chassis. Schneider put on his peaked cap, the eagle and swastika proudly sitting atop his head as he heard the modernized engine growl to life.

He frowned at that and thought 'tis not the same, oh well just need to get used to it'

Cocking the MG 34 Panzerlauf mounted on the cupola of the tank as the last man, Hans climbed up to eye level with him.

"just so you know… it was and is an honour to fight alongside you friend" he whispered whilst patting him on the shoulder, Schneider man hugged Hans "likewise."

"LET'S GET THIS SHIT ON THE MOVE! SHOW THESE FUCKERS HOW TO FIGHT!" Luther screamed with rage and humour… well more of a psycho warmongering comedian. As he climbed onto the barrel of the tank, his magnetic boots he purchased on Omega allowed him to stand on the tip of the barrel.

The others gave a hearty chuckle at the display. Along with cheers of "let's do this!"

"For Deutschland!" along with a few songs from the SS Stoßtruppers.

The crew inside the tank, refitted with upgrades by Cerberus that was overseen by the German crew to their specifications, cruised forward slowly, crushing a civilian car that was left in the middle of the highway. Then from the speaker's custom mounted by the younger members of the crew, started to play the start of the best music to charge into battle.

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"Die Waffen! Legt an!"

The slow start of the song fitted with the speed the tank was going… slowly cruising along, until the song hit 0:31 seconds. The tanks engines roared to life as it accelerated to its top speed. Ploughed through a car, crushed a second then continued its hell march towards death… for itself, its crew and men of the Rich or the invaders who would arrogantly invade the Fatherland…

Authors note: ok I am cancelling 2 of my other stories to do this and a self-insert. Oh and imagine Luther's voice as the volks voice in company of heroes, the SS look like the stormtroopers out of CoH as well. any complaints/questions/comments PM me or leave a review... or BOTH!