Kurt Meyer POV. November 26, 1960. Nazi Research Base/Outpost, Ardennes Forest.
Nothing. That was all that greeted Kurt Meyer after listening for any incoming bullets.
He and his squad had been on the run for over 48 hours after he and his compatriots were labeled as having gone rogue by the High Command of the Reich. 'Now, how did this come to be?' Kurt mused while scanning the area around him for threats. 'Quite simple, really.' His story began in his youth. Growing up, Kurt was fascinated with the Great War, between the "evil" Allies, and the ever righteous cause that he had thought the Nazi regime to be. The war was won by the Germans, and the Allies were crushed underneath the hob nailed boots of the Reich. Seeking glory and a boost to his ego, Kurt signed up as a soldier as soon as he was eligible. Once indoctrinated into the lie and monster that the Third Reich was, Kurt had served the Fuhrer with the utmost respect and admiration, at one point in his career even getting commended by the aged, twisted old man himself. He was even given his own squad for command by simply requesting a group if hand picked men suitable for tasks he had in mind. Men he had grown up with, who shared his ideals. That was one year ago. Now Kurt knew better. As he progressed in his career, he had noticed that only those that fit the Nazi's strict racial code had progressed at all in life. He had dismissed those thoughts, Kurt thought bitterly. That those not him were subhuman creatures, that did not deserve to be anywhere but in the factories and alleyways that were across the country.
This all changed, however, when he was stationed at a post located in North America, several years after the war. It was there that he saw a people broken, a people who had fought for so long and resisted the weight of the Nazi Wehrmacht, that they led lives imprisoned, and without freedom. His formal training as a soldier of the Reich, extensive as it was, did not prevent him from feeling something stir with himself. A sense that, for once in his life, he was doing something wrong.
Once called back to the fatherland, he began searching through the heavily encrypted War Archives in Berlin, driven by an unknown feeling that drove him to do what he was doing. It wasn't long before Kurt found out just what the Nazi Regime had done to obtain its victories, and what it had done to those who had lost. Experimentations, torture, murder, and genocides on a worldwide scale, all seen and learned by Kurt in mere hours, making him so sick that he had later been transported to a major hospital due to the belief that he was suffering from a severe illness.
To find out just what he had been fighting for, what he had been tricked into doing, made Kurt nearly want to bite the bullet.
But, not a few months ago, Kurt had caught word of a growing resistance movement, spearheaded by an American soldier named B. J. Blazkowicz. Many Nazis had died to his hand, and material about him that was never to be released to the public about just how successful Blazkowicz was ended up in Kurt's hands. Instead of the gun, Kurt found another way to remedy what he had done in his past. Whether it was with the Resistance or not, he decided to leave the Nazi despot that he had grown accustomed to and, with men whom were loyal to him and who would die for him, decided to renounce the Nazi ideology.
It was only two days ago that Commander Deathshead's base had been destroyed by none other than Blazkowicz himself, and Kurt had then decided to make his move.
Quickly, quietly, and with no hint of doing so beforehand, Special Reich Division's Kurt Meyer, along with his team of handpicked men, left behind the life he had known in search for one with a chance for redemption and justice against those he had supported for so long. After making a short stop at his Division's Headquarters to raid the armory for weapons and supplies, the most notable being an advanced set of armor Kurt appropriated for himself that could change its layout on a whim. After this, the small group of soldiers was off, trying to get away from the scope of the Nazis as quickly as humanly possible.
And so, over the course of those two days, Kurt and his men made their way to the Ardennes Forest in hopes of finding the resistance and possibly a place to stay. Kurt, from his career, had remembered that an outpost was positioned somewhere in the forest to monitor... He couldn't remember. Advanced technology, was it? Placed out in the middle of a forest so that in the case of an accident, there wouldn't be any collateral damage. Kurt had ordered his men to infiltrate the outpost for any useful information or supplies that they might gather.
Not long after their disappearance had the Nazi Government declared them rogue and to be hunted down. This made the gathering of essential resources hard, considering they were to be killed on sight. And so, after coming across the outpost, Kurt decided it would be wise to raid it for any supplies it might hold. So, there was Kurt, looking for any signs of movement at the main door that marked the entrance of the outpost. He spotted a heavy machine gunner on the top of the small base, surrounded by sandbags, as well as a support gunner. However, the two troopers were casually laid back and were ignorant of the 5-man team making their way up to the outpost. Kurt slowly held up a fist- ordering his men behind him to stop. They all froze, waiting for the next command. Kurt the proceeded to point his hand into two different directions for his team to go-a pincer movement. As they got into their various positions, Kurt lined up a shot on the support gunner. He would be the one most likely to return fire, after all. Over the internal coms he muttered, "Ready?" Acknowledgment signs flickered on-4 of them. Taking a breath Kurt said "On me." And fired a burst from his near armor piercing assault rifle.
His aim could not have been more true, as the bullets slammed into the support gunners body before he could so much as scream, killing him instantly. Two other bursts from his squad mates produced a similar result, the body of the heavy gunner falling over the tripod mounted machine gun. "Move!" Kurt barked. His team needed no reminders as they scrambled to reach the front entrance.
The first member of his team to get there was a man named Joseph Steiner, who simply slammed full force into the door, bringing it off its hinges. A surprised and horrified looking officer simply stood there in an off-duty shirt and pants, no holster in sight. Steiner quickly gunned him down, much to Kurt's approval, and the team headed further inside the outpost. The inside was rather bland, just a narrow hallway with several doors marked storage, and another marked as the lower level of the base. Knowing the layout of nearly every architectural plan of all Nazi military buildings, Kurt simply stated through the coms, "To the basement! Double time it!" Most likely, upgrades for weapons or anything of value to the team would be found there.
As Kurt reached for the door handle to the basement, he heard a clicking sound. Kurt frowned, knowing that the door had just been locked. "Get a charge on that door," he ordered, also knowing that anything of use in that basement could be destroyed by the defenders if given enough time. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that. His demolitions man, simply called Conrad, stepped up with a nod. As the team waited for him to set the charge, Kurt, using one of his specialized suit's many features, took a thermal scan of the sub level by means of his helmet. Upon completion, reported his findings to the rest of his team. "There are no more than three to four enemy combatants in there," Kurt stated. "Thermal shows three armed men setting up in the basement below, possibly setting up demolition charges, and fourth is unarmed but is by a radio set. He may have already called for support, and I don't know how soon that reinforcements can get here. We have to move fast if we want to salvage anything." By this point, Conrad had set the charge. With a nod from Kurt, and after all lights winked green, Conrad took an audible breath, and, with all weapons raised, detonated the charge.
The door blew inwards and down the stairs, followed quickly by the team. Kurt went in first, and saw a figure stumbling back from the small explosion. "Contact!" Kurt yelled, and he along with Steiner proceeded to pump high end ammunition into his torso and helmet, ending his life violently and causing his body to drop and roll down the stairs. Meanwhile, Steiner, with help from the other two members, one of whom was named Mathias, the team's designated sharpshooter, and the other, Johan, the team support gunner, aimed down the stairwell to put down the other enemy combatants. Looking down they saw that the room was near full with computers and monitoring charts, their purposes unknown, but a deadlier surprise was waiting for them. Just in time they were able to pull back from the edge as a hail of bullets came up to greet them from two heavy gunners at the base of the stairs.
Cursing, Steiner was able to yell out, "Down! We have to go down!" Kurt merely nodded and said, rather hurriedly, "When they reload I need covering fire!" Without waiting for a response Kurt dashed down the stairwell amid a torrent of bullets. Then, it happened: the two heavy gunners ran out of ammunition for their high caliber weapons. Knowing what this meant they tried to back until cover, but just as they were going to Mathias, with an ever present sniper rifle in his hands, took aim and fired. One of the troopers cried out as blood and bits of bone suddenly exploded from his shoulder. As he fell to the ground, the other trooper tried desperately to reload his weapon, but not before a round from Kurt's reappeared muzzle embedded itself in the man's skull. Without a sound, he crumpled to the ground, leaving the injured gunner and another soldier who had picked up a sidearm by the radio equipment.
"Hands up! Drop your weapon and we'll let you live!" However, even as he said this Kurt noticed the man tense up, and, without a word, turned and fired. The round barely missed Kurt's shoulder pauldron, but this was all that could be done by the last trooper. By this point in time the rest of the squad had assembled at the base of the stairs, and upon seeing this, they all fired as one. The amassed firepower of five heavily armed soldiers turned the trooper's body into nothing more than a bullet riddled corpse within seconds. The last of the defenders was killed.
Sighing, Kurt topped off his weapon allowed himself to relax a little. His squad had done very well in the face of danger. Not surprising, to say the least. As Kurt mused, he noticed the wounded trooper trying in vain to crawl away from the invading group. "Scavenge weapons and ammo," he told his squad. "I'll deal with this one." With all lights winking green, Kurt slung his rifle over his shoulder and pulled out his sidearm-a highly customized automatic handgun.
While his team fanned out Kurt walked up to the trooper, cautious for any tricks he might have had in store. Sure enough, the trooper tried to pull out his own sidearm to bring around and fire at Kurt. Just as he pulled it out, though, a heavy boot landed on his wrist with a sickening crunch, and with a cry of renewed pain, the injured man dropped the gun. Kurt wasn't amused, to say the least. "I'm going to get to the point, so you had better listen carefully. Don't try to pull that 'I won't talk' crap on me. What do these machines do, and are they of any importance to us?" By now Kurt had his sidearm trained onto a very sensitive part of the soldier's body, and upon seeing this, the man visibly paled despite his pain.
Shakily, he said, "T-the High Command was investigating an alien artifact that had been dug up here at the height of the Great War. They s-said that it was of the utmost importance that they learn and duplicate its properties, specifically something to do with telportation abilities." Upon hearing this, Kurt narrowed his eyes and responded, "Then why here? Why not in Berlin if it truly is alien? Why are there not more soldiers guarding this outpost?!" Upon saying this he stepped further on the inured man's wrist, causing him to yell out in pain. "T-the a-artifact was deemed too volatile to keep in place like Berlin! Just look at it, for God's sake! We didn't understand what it could do if mishandled!" the man cried out, pointing to a rather large, black object the size of a small convertible. Hovering just above the ground, the object had a certain, menacing air about it. Indeed, it looked almost digitalized, with red lines in between the black segments. It looked...unstable. The man further explained, quickly saying, "When the war ended the project was deemed useless and put under observation here. That's all I know, I swear!"
The man was now backing up even further and holding his hands out. While Kurt had now sworn himself against his former brothers-in-arms, he wouldn't outright murder the man. So he planned to render him unconscious, preferably with a pistol whip, and then leave the area. He would probably die of his would later on, so it wouldn't matter a great deal. And then, he saw it. A hand behind the soldier's back.
Kurt's eyes widened briefly as the soldier brought around a Tesla grenade, one that could cook people alive and then blow them apart. Quickly raising his handgun he fired twice into the man's helmeted head, killing him-but not before he primed and threw the grenade. "Grenade!" Kurt shouted, hoping, praying that his team would escape harm. Fortunately, the others heard the shots and moved out of the way of the grenade, safely shielded from shrapnel by their armor. But, to everyone's horror and fear, the grenade landed just in front of the alien artifact. And then exploded. Electrical energy danced across the artifact, glowing brighter and brighter until everything was consumed in a bright white light, and, if anyone could still see, they would have seen all living beings in the room literally be digitalized. And then, everything went black.
Author's Note: To those that read this, thank you! Your support is appreciated very much on this first fic of mine! Obviously, this chapter introduced the story, and the characters will be developed more. Other than that, criticism and thoughts as to where I should take this story are appreciated! Like if you did, and follow if you want more. More to come!