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Schwarzen- German for black
Rhythmic footsteps filled the quiet room. The footsteps resembled the sound of boots hitting concrete, then metal. The footsteps would occasionally fall out of rhythm, and then pick up again, from behind a window, scientists watched, a giant swastika banner on the wall behind them. A soldier, more specifically, a lieutenant, entered a big, metal chamber. He slowly turned to face the scientists. A scientist spoke trough a microphone, his voice grainy and slightly joyous.
"Count yourself lucky, any other schwarzen such as yourself would have been sent to a camp. You, however, will help the building of the greater German Reich!"
The lieutenant sighed and looked at the scientist in boredom, and in slight disgust, what could be so special about this compared to being in a camp to be gassed. The scientist could not see the lieutenant's face due to the low light, so he was not able to notice the lieutenant's boredom and disinterest.
"Activating DMT Z-A, counting down, dies..."
The lieutenant's face didn't change. He had often wondered what was going to happen to him at this akward Nazi science facility.
"Neun"
The soldiers here roughed him up a lot, and, to make matters worse, he could never make contact with his family, the few people in Germany to treat him fairly.
"Acht"
He was told to arm up, and also supply up. He was given an MP40, with a few extra magazines, and a KAR98k, also with some extra rounds, accompanied with a copy of his service papers, some food and water, and some German propaganda.
"Sieben… Sechs"
This mission was stupid; he wasn't even briefed before the mission. If only his mother and father had known what they were doing when they decided to stay in Germany.
"Fünf...Vier...Drei"
His mother was a native German, and his father was African, practically the second lowest form of human to the Nazis, next to the Jews, who he pitied very much.
"Zwei"
Why was he, a 14 year old, even enlisted in the Wehrmcaht, 14? And yet, he survived to become a lieutenant. He perferred death.
Nothing to regret… nothing to regret
"Firing DMT."
Wait, what? He was in a weapons chamber? This was worse than being gassed! This wasn-
Blue lightning filled the chamber, the Lieutenant felt himself being lifted, and watched as time spiraled by, he saw the Swastika on the Reichstag fall, the Nuclear bomb, Soviet military marches, a Dinosaur, and some strange man with a white glove dancing on stage, moving backwards, but looking like he was going forwards. What sense is that? He saw the same man, only white, doing the same thing. Even more awkward. A white light filled the vision of the Lieutenant, then, everything went dark.
Princess Azula stormed from the meeting room. What a fool she had been, she disregarded an enemy formation, and made herself look like an idiot. The war going on outside the palace walls was plenty of her business; her father trusted her greatly. She had just turned 14! How could a 14 year old be in charge of any military operation? It didn't matter, she was I charge, and her father never changed his mind. She opened a door to a small room, and quickly slammed it. In front of her was a desk, her planning room. She looked on the desk, a pen, and a map with recent formations was lying in front of her.
'Oh great, another assignment.'
She sat down and over-viewed the maps; a small resistance of Water benders was building up along a narrow pass to the South Pole, the only quick route to the Southern water tribe, which her brother , the prince, and heir to the throne, was heading. She didn't care about him, but the amount of damage the water benders could cause. She slammed her fist on the desk in anger, and watched as a pen flew from a small cup into the air in almost slow motion. She snatched it, and laid it down on the desk.
She slowly began to write notes on the paper, then began to go into detail about the dimensions of the ships necessary to fit through the path, able to swiftly, yet safely, travel through the pass. A quick swing around the passes could provide useful, but the ships would need a lot of fuel to travel anywhere near half-way. Azula was aggravated, she looked around the room, and found nothing of inspiration, the room was small, and only the desk and a lamp were present in the room, a small window was blocked by a tree, with a good 20 feet between it and the ground.
"Damn my wretched life."
Great, now she was talking to herself, what next, start up a conversation? She wasn't going to leave the room until this problem was solved, the deadline was in a week, and the idiots in control of the operation weren't competent enough to make a smart plan. The sound of nothing filled the air, and a small ringing noise caused the princess to shake her head in annoyance, as if to clear her ears. Her head tilted up, and turned as she heard the sound of erratic footsteps hit the wooden walkway outside the room, she got up, and walked to the doorway, and opened the door. A boy, about her age, dressed in some strange gray uniform, was standing in front of her, he looked shaken, he looked at her, and stuck his right arm out in the air, startling her.
"Heil Hitler!"
She looked at him in shock, as if some awkward creature was staring at her.
"What?"