It is the year 1937. Things are going well for Matthias Horst, a 19 year old German/Aryan boy who was currently serving in the Sturmabteilung AKA The Brownshirts, protecting the National Socialism high leadership including Adolf Hitler, Joseph Goebbels and Hermann Goering whenever they had a public speaking or if they had to combat their rival party 'Rotfront'. He was in the SA for only two years since Hitler was elected Chancellor of Germany, though Matthias found his life to be a bit boring and bland at times, he would try and make the best of usually patrolling the streets 24/7 and beating up the everyday Jew or Homosexual but it would just be useless. His regular everyday equipment includes a truncheon for melee combat, and his Mauser C9 which was given to him by his father after the previously devastating Great War. When Matthias signed up for the SA, he had great thoughts of being just like his father or even possibly better, but that quickly wilted down to boringness as he was subjugated to days past of patrolling. That was until his friend Stephen and three other Brownshirts received notion of a man who found a strange structure in the streets of Berlin.
The Swastika was draped across the city cladding the streets of Berlin, Germany in red, black and white. The German citizens were going about their regular day under the safety of the nearby gang of Brownshirts who were patrolling the streets in groups of 7. A lone Brownshirt named Matthias Horst was sitting down on a bench checking the daily newspaper, he ignored the title in which all it had was information on the National Socialist German Worker's party who've just won control over Germany two previous years ago and have spread their wantons and beliefs onto Germany, and since then the economy couldn't have been better. Matthias was about to check the comics full of his favourite and hilarious Jew jokes but heard his name being called by someone. "Matthias!" He looked over his arm to see a fellow Brownshirt, Stephen Krenz waving at him frantically Matthias tried to ignore him but when Stephen called out his name a second time. Matthias discarded the newspaper, throwing it into a trashcan and speed walked over to his friend in annoyance. "What is it? Have you found another Jew or something? I'm asking because this day couldn't possibly get any better." Stephen shook his head and responded with excitement. "Nein even better!" Matthias thought it through for a moment, shrugged and followed him nonetheless.
Taking out his truncheon just in case the great and mischievous Stephen was pulling his leg again, like that one time when Stephen told him that Hermann Goering was gay and Matthias was almost kicked out of the SA for further spreading the rumour. Matthias followed Stephen to a parallel street that had a small amount of other Brownshirts inspecting the foreign object that sat in the middle of the streets. Citizens were pushed away from the building and one of the Brownshirts was knocking on the door finding out that the warehouse-like object was hollow. "Some guy found this 30 minutes ago, he showed me and I called the others." At first sight Matthias knew this was nothing he'd ever seen of current German architecture or even what the German architect Albert Speer had planned for the future of Germany. "Move back!" Yelled a Brownshirt, in which the citizens responded by moving away enabling Matthias and Stephen to get into the vicinity. "Stephen ran off to get more men when a nearby Brownshirt officer walked up to the group. "What is going on here!? Why are you guys not patrolling!?" Matthias saluted him and briefly explained their situation and how they needed backup, the officer nodded and speed walked off-road get more Brownshirts.
After a few minutes of waiting, Matthias jumped in surprise as the metallic door sealing the concrete structure started to creak and open, he upholstered his Mauser C9 and pointed at the dark gaping area within the structure to which gave the surrounding citizens the notion to run, and his comrades drawing their guns too. "What the hell is this thing anyways?" Another brownshirt frantically asked himself, they were then caught off guard as a soldier leapt out of the building and tried to skew Matthias using his spear, the young German jumped out of the way and shot the soldier once in the chest, the soldier was instantly killed, falling to the ground and bleeding out. The other Brownshirts were focused and alert pointing their pistols toward the Gate. More soldiers charged out with spears and swords in hand, letting out an Imperial war cry. Matthias and the other Brownshirts with no hesitation opened fire, cutting down dozens of them, soon after Matthias ran out of ammo along with all the others."There's too many of them!" One yelled. "Retreat! We need reinforcements!" Called out another.
All four of them swiftly ran off to inform their superiors, letting the Imperial soldiers flood into the streets. They all got into formation and saluted a well-dressed soldier stepping through the Gate. "Humph cowards." The commanding officer mumbled, thinking that the men in brown were dishonouring their own empire for acting as cowards, he turned to his soldiers and ordered."Come brothers let us have our victory and take this land for our own." The Imperial soldiers cheered in glee and hoisted their weapons in the air, prepared for what they thought was going to be a swift victory. They marched off while a reptilian snout emanated from the Gate and revealed itself to be a winged-dragon. It screeched in triumph and flew into German Airspace. Meanwhile in a street further away from Imperial occupation the available Brownshirts evacuated the surrounding vicinities and made way for the SA Schwere Waffen Infantry, machine guns were set up in the streets alongside some sandbags, representing a battle that was to be fought years into the future in a different time, but alas this was war. A war that Germans would have to fight on their own soil. On their own fatherland.