Again, I own nothing.
Millennium base
(Captain's point of view)
The Major just stood there, arms locked in a pose. As if waiting for a gasp, or a general reaction. No doubt to his dissatisfaction, the room remained silent as he finished. After a minute of awkwardness, Lt. Blitz was the first to break it.
"Another world. That is your theory, Major?"
"I must agree with Zorin on this, Major," The Doctor chimed in, "there is not nearly enough substantial evidence to even begin to consider that possibility."
The Major sat down at that. He kept his small grin, but all of us could hear him whisper "So we're starting a holocaust against fun now. I guess I didn't get the memo." Raising his voice, he continued. "It is only a theory, my comrades. But it is something to consider. Regardless, the pieces of evidence must be addressed anyway, as they are key factors in our current situation."
The Major hunched forward over the table and lost his grin before continuing. "As it stands, we are in an unknown location, with no access to any satellites or our remaining forces; our zeppelin is in in need of repairs, which will be impossible without any nearby, advanced civilization; surrounded by unknown, and most likely hostile creatures; and, as of the crash that happened who knows how long ago, we are no longer up to date on information regarding our enemies, Hellsing and the Iscariots. On a positive note, we have discovered a new substance that could be a new weapon or fuel source.
"So, let us begin our plan of action. Our first priority is to get our base up and running. Though flying is out of the question, other systems are not out of plausibility. Schrodingar, you will be in charge of overseeing all on board operations. Our first priority, after restoring the rest of the power, is to get communications up. We will need to keep in contact with the scout groups I intend to send." Schrodingar stood at attention and Shouted "Yes, Major! At once!", and like an idiot, he turned around to carry out his orders. "Schrodingar". The cat-boy turned at the Major's request. " Wait until I have finished here and have given our troops their orders." A blush made itself present on his face as he scratched the back of his head. "Heh heh, apologies, Major", he forced out in between his embarrassed chuckles. The Doctor shook his head, Blitz rolled her eyes, and I kept mentally reminding myself that shooting Schrodingar would be a waste of ammunition. The Major continued. " Everyone else will be dedicated to studying our situation. Herr Doctor, you will be given a team of 15 soldiers to assist you in studying this new substance. We found these samples in the caverns of caves very close by. When we get our communications up, send out some scouts to recover more. And when our navigational computers are online, send them to map out the caves for possible future large-scale mining. Assuming the substance can be used." "I am busting with excitement, Major. Thank you for this opportunity." "However," the Major added at the end, "this is your second priority. You will be given another team of 15 to assist in your primary concern: the analysis and documentation of these new creatures. When our communications are operational and I send out scouting teams, some will be prioritized with observing the creatures. You will document what they observe, and experiment on living and dead test subjects they bring back." The Doctor nodded. "And finally, you three." The Major addressed the rest of us. "Rip, Zorin, Herr Captain; at the moment, you will help organize the troops with the orders and oversee security. However, when I send out scouting patrols, you will assist them." Looking at Van Winkle, he stated, "Rip, you will lead the Doctor's scouting team. Track large packs, track down a nesting location, observe as much as possible, do not engage unless deemed necessary or ordered by the Doctor, and please, bring back subjects as intact as possible." No one could have stressed that last order anymore than the Major did. The Huntress grew an unsettling smile on her face, clearly eager to live up to her name. "Zorin, Captain;" the Major directed at us, "when we get our navigational equipment functional, you will each take five troops to scout out the area. Our computers can map up to a 300 square kilometers. Captain, your team will map out the north and west; Zorin, the south and east. If you run into any locals, use diplomacy first. We need all the help we can get. But reveal nothing, not even your names or the ship's location until you know you can trust them. Captain, I don't think I need to worry about you in that regard." I nod in confirmation. The Major went on. " Hiding your true nature and the full extent of your abilities goes without saying. And tell your troops to hide their Swastikas just in case. Some people may still be sensitive about that." That also goes without saying. Blitz and I nod in acceptance. He continued. "There, you all have your orders know. I will go address the troops with a grand uplifting speech. Then, we can get started." He stood up, and concluded loudly, " Now go, and do Millennium-" "Pardon the interruption, Major" the Doctor cut in. "But what about my lab. It is in ruin."
"You can use the spare lab until someone finishes repairing your's."
"You are to kind Major."
"Now, let's try that again." The Major cleared his throat. "Now go, and do Millennium proud! Zieg Heil!"
We all simmaltaniously salute, and the others call out, "Zeig Heil! Zeig Heil!"
Zeig Heil. Zeig Heil.
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3 hours later
I am beginning to believe in the concept of Karma. And I am starting to think that, just maybe, being a werewolf, and the second in command of a synthetic vampire army in the control of the remnants of a fascist political party that once headed an infamous dictatorship, may not yield good Karma.
The Major had given his suprisingly good speech, and sent us out to work. The communication system came on a half hour before the navigational equipment was repaired, so, much to Blitz's dismay, Van Winkle got to leave before us. A few minutes later, she reported that she engaged one of the creatures, and gave us a critical piece of information. Upon death, they evaporate.
The poor Doctor screamed for 5 hole minutes.
As for my predicament, the scouts and I had made great time thanks to vampire (in my case werewolf) speed. We had traveled 122 kilometers in two hours, keeping slow so that the scanners could do their jobs. Here I thought we would have to do the mapping by hand. Amazing what the Doctor can do. He had even come up with a digital watch/compass with a password protected feature that tells one how far theyare from the Zeppelin, and in what direction it is. But, back to my problem. To put short, we came across a nest of creatures.
And now I'm surrounded.
While even a small handful of the bear things barly equate to one of our soldiers, a group of five would not amount to an army. Which they had. I lost sight of my soldiers about 20 minutes ago, so they've escaped or died, I don't care which. But now, I'm in a forest, alone, surrounded on all sides by giant wolves, boars, and … Is that a two-headed snake?, I thought.
Indeed, just one of those days.
It's hard to see, and even harder to smell. I've slaughtered so many of these things, that this area is now completely filled with the creature's putrid Death vapor. It's practically clawing at my enhanced nose.
I may need to resort to taking out my guns.
No, I thought, we need to conserve reasor-
I'm cut-off as a wolf creature lunges and bites my shoulder. I look it in the eye, shake my head in disapproval and slight pity, and flip it over and break it's neck. I'll be merciful for once, its not like it actually hurt. Activating my Mist Form, I slip behind the one directly to my rear, ahd finish it with my combat knife. I rinse and repeat twice more before I face them all down.
After what seems like an eternity, I finally kill off the snake. Assessing the situation, it looks like the only ones left are the larger and more spiked individuals of each there sub-species. Unlike the others, they were holding back. In fact, they have not moved for the whole time. If I didn't know better, I'd say they could be In-
One of the wolves sniffs the air. How it could smell anything beyond its dead kin is beyond me. It leaps back into the trees and flees, others following suit. Only one creature remained. Another wolf. Is it staring me down?
For about two minutes, we are looking in each others gaze. Its eyes on me, mine on it. Neither one of us moving a muscle. Until:
Bang. The creature falls in the dirt. Sniper. A very loud sniper, apparently.
I turn around and find myself bewildered. Children, mid to late teens. There were eight in all, so colorful, a headache was already apparent. All of them were armed with an assortment of weapons, ranging from medieval and ancient swords, to hand guns and a grenade launcher. And their attention was undoubtedly focused on me.
Just another day in the life of a Nazi Werewolf.
I can't believe how fast I got this out.
I decided to drop the German thing as it was getting to be a pain, and I am lazy.
If anyone is offended by something I wrote, I will say right now I am not a Neo Nazi or an anti-Semite. That said, why are you reading a fanfic about Nazi Vampires anyway? Please keep in mind that the main characters for this story are hard core Nazis, and will think Nazi thoughts. If you are easily offended, this story is not for you.
Don't count on a new chapter as fast as this one in the future. I get stumped and sidetracked easily. If you have any suggestions, requests, or ideas, I'm open to almost anything.
That's all.
