Some people say that destiny is already in motion for our future, others claim we men already have our own way in life and destiny is no such thing other than a myth. Well here in the city of Berlin, Germany, destiny has oh so already changed. With people from another world wading into German territory, things don't bode well for the invaders. With this sporadic event in a planned history the intended past of Planet Earth has been taken out, ripped up into pieces, thrown into the garbage and breathed a new life. Minutes after the attack in Berlin, Ernst Röhm, the established leader of the SA ordered any available Sturmabteilung units to arm up and be able to counter the invaders with extreme effectiveness.

Within a hidden weapons depot, dozens of brownshirt street fighters line up and retrieve bolt-action Kar98k rifles from the stocks, originally intended for the newly created Wehrmacht. German duo Matthias Horst and Stephen Krenz grabbed their individual rifles, ammo, and grenades. The two received a briefing before being deployed to counter the unknown fighting force. "Do not faultier young fighters! Arm up with your fellow German folk and join us in the defence of our great city!" An SA officer valiantly cried out to the soldiers as the two boys joined up with a group of about 40 Brownshirts headed towards the battlegrounds of central Berlin. Moving through the evacuated streets of Berlin the group foung out that the Heavy Weapons Infantry successfully drove back the soldiers but their superiors believed that they are planning a counter attack. "I heard that they had a dragon with them." One of the brownshirts curiously piped up. "Ja, ist true. I saw it." Matthias replied grimly. "It's probably the Juden scum trying to revolt against our great Führer." The same brownshirt hypothesized.

Stephen sighed. "Peter, if the Juden are trying to take back Deutschland maybe they wouldn't do it using spears and swords." Let out a sarcastic Stephen. The conversation went on as the group approached the inner sections of Berlin. Pretty soon the officer held up is gloved hand in a notion for the squad to stop. "We're almost there, everyone load your rifles." Ordered the commanding officer. The SA battle group turned a corner, arriving just in time to see the formation of Imperial soldiers raise the Imperial flag near a statue of Adolf Hitler. Fuelled by the sight of these otherworlders raising their rotten flag in the presence of the Fuhrer drove Matthias into fury "Hey Arschlocher!" Called out an angry Matthias.

The Germans opened fire, rifle bullets rained down cutting down a number of Imperials to the ground. "Spread out! Find cover!" Shouted the Officer, who was currently using his Luger to fire. "This way Matthias!" Stephen motioned. The two ran inside a bakers shop and smashed the windows for cover, opening fire on the Imperials, who were currently trying to find a way to successfully attack these men who wielded powerful weapons they've never seen before, cutting down their allies by the dozens. "Tortoise formation!" The frightened commander of the invading force ordered, surviving Imperial soldiers formed a wall of shields and advanced towards Matthias and Stephen. "Oh Schiesse!" Stephen cursed while pulling back the bolt on his rifle for another shot. "WE NEED HELP IN HERE!" Yelled Matthias who was calling out for any German ears that could hear them. "We're getting reinforcements!" A lone Brownshirt called from across the square. "Just hold on!"

Out of Rifle ammo and low on options, the two swapped to their pistols and simultaneously leapt behind a table. "Save your bullets Stephen." Matthias warned knowing the consequences if they were captured. "Ja, like I didn't already know that." The Imperial shield wall ceased movement just outside the bakery as the two heard firm words in their foreign language. "Surrender! You are outnumbered! Soon more of us will arrive and we will slaughter you all like sheep!" Of course due to the language barrier the two Germans didn't have a clue what the Imperials were trying to proclaim. The Imperials soon lost patience and charged inside the shop. Opening fire on anything that entered the door only worked for a certain amount of time, even though Matt and Steve were going for a 'one shot one kill' rule, soon they were short of pistol rounds too. But just as they were about to be overrun and killed, Matthias heard an engine-like noise and rapid-fire coming from outside, the Imperial soldiers ran back out to deal with the new threat in which they were currently failing to do so. Most Imperial soldiers cried out in pain and agony, others retreated. The remaining Imperial forces were soon driven back into the Gate.

"Veer left!" The pilot called to his partner. The twin messerschmidt fighters zoomed across the sky, their mission assigned to them personally by Goring was to bring down the winged dragon sighted near Dresden. "I have it in my sights!" The other one called, witnessing the dragon flapping it's wings wildly and occasionally roaring. RATATATATATATATA. The dragon cried out in pain as the aircraft's bullets wreaked havoc on its body. "Another pass!" Called the second pilot. The dragon's rider yelled out a command and whipped the reins, causing the dragon to flap it's wings towards the two metallic aircraft at full speed. "Fire." The first pilot ordered. RATATATATATATA. The dragon lifted its wings and caught one of the fighters in it, blowing it right out of the air but also ruining it's majestic wing and setting it on fire. The dragon screeched out as it plummeted to the Earth along with it's rider. The second pilot dove down after the reptilian creature, determined to avenge his partner. RATATATATATATATA. The machinegun bullets ripped through the dragon's eyes, penetrating the brain tissue within and killing the winged dragon before it even hit the ground. "This is Blau Zwei. Mission successful, though I've lost Markus."

Reports that Hermann Goring later received were that the winged dragon, after a skirmish with the Luftwaffe was brought down successfully after the Luftwaffe lost one of its pilots. ack in Berlin the two Sturmabteilung units Horst and Krenz were greeted by their officer who was just holstering his pistol as he walked up to them and saluted. "You two have God on your side I'll tell you that ja." Matthias shrugged feebly in agreement. "I guess, we were lucky." The three walked out to see the last pockets of Imperials retreating in the presence of newly arrived Panzer Is and handfuls of Brownshirts that were chasing after them."You boys might need a break. Come, Der Führer will be congratulating those who have participated in this victory today." This made Matthias and Stephen look at each other and smirk in satisfaction.