The Major looked on at the clouds that his small airship pushed it's way through. The only problem he had was that he had to look forward to see what he sailed over, no observation deck on the newly dubbed ScherblockWolk. Oh his poor Hindenburg II. But the Doctor's design was genius. The Larger blimp would not have made it out of England.
The Major grinned at the sight of their destination as it faded in to view.
"Prepare for glory my warriors! Our new home is in sight!" He announced, cheerfully.
The few soldiers who had been able to make it back responded with claps, cheers, and enthusiastic shouts. "Hail Major! Zum Afrika! Ja! Krieg!"
He motioned for them to settle down, and continued. "The dry deserts of Africa will prove to be our first of many steps toward dominance of eternal War! Hellsing is diminished to near nothing! No one stands in our way!"
The soldiers cheered again, and the Major stepped off his 'podium.'
"Dok! Come with me."
"What is it, Herr Major?" He fell into stride behind the fat man.
"I just wanted to congratulate you on your brilliant plan, and how well it was executed. You have truly outdone your self."
The Doctor grinned like a child who had just been given a toy. "Thank you, Herr Major!"
"You are very welcome, Dok. Now, would you please fetch lieutenant Kohl?"
"Of course, Major." He paused, then turned around, and shouted, "KOHL!"
For a moment, nothing happened, but then a tall man in a long, greatcoat stepped out of a hallway. He had short, spiked, blond hair, and a large, high-powered, scoped rifle strapped to his back. He was almost an exact replica of the captain, except for the fact that he had a completely different style of weaponry, and had gray eyes.
"Ah, Lieutenant Kohl, how good to see you." The major squealed.
Kohl's only response was a nod.
"Ah, silent, and stoic. Your father would be proud. Now! On to business."
Kohl could only think about how badly he would mangle his father's murderer. That bastard pinned him to the wall with a sword made of silver, The bane of their kind. The Günsche family did not let such atrocities go unavenged. This Major pissed him off something fierce, but if his father could endure him, Kohl could too.
"Your father's death has opened spaces that only you can fill, so as of now, you are general Captain of Millenium's forces." He handed Kohl the silver Swastika, and Kohl hung it from his neck on the chain that was attached.
"Danke, Herr major." He spoke.
"You are most welcome. I'm sure you will serve well in your father's position."
"Ja Herr Major. Danke schön."
A pilot looked up and called to the Major, "We are approaching the landing zone, shall I begin descent?"
"Yes! Of course, land us with our brothers!"
The pilot shouted out a few orders to the crew, turned some dials, pulled a few levers, and shouted to every one, "Prepare for landing!" At that, everybody braced themselves for the rather rough landing sequence. A few hinges about the ship squeaked, the engines roared, and the hull shuddered violently as the ship struggled to keep level while trying to lower itself onto a landing pad that was grossly undersized.
On the ground, several men in field uniforms marched in order from the industrial-looking base, lining up to greet the head of the organization. An air marshal helped to guide the ship onto the tiny landing pad, using bright orange beacons to signal directions to the airship pilot.
Finally, The ship landed perfectly parallel to the crowd of soldiers, and a ramp was lowered. First the major stepped out, followed by the doctor, and Kohl, followed by the mass of the remaining England attack group. The ship crew stayed on board.
The troops on the ground all simultaneously raised their flattened palms to the Major, and the Veterans and shouted their salute, "Sieg Heil!"
The Major chuckled, and flashed that maniacal grin, then raised his own palm in salute to the hospitality of the soldiers. As the Major did so, so did the Veteran soldiers behind him. They shouted out, "Sieg Heil!"
An officer with a narrow, thin face, a pair of wire-rimmed glasses, a cap bearing the Totenkopf, and a Luger strapped to his jacket, followed by his Lieutenants, and captain strode down the aisle the troops had created, to meet the Major.
"SS Commanding officer Klaus Hanschun, so good to see you again." The Major grinned.
Hanschun responded, "Ja, I have not seen you since we were promoted from the Forty-first Panzer division. It has indeed been a while." They began to walk down the rows of troops, as th Veterans behind them followed.
"Is all well here, commander?"
"Ja, all is well, and ready for use, and all is ready to go for the war to come, Major. Welcome to Egypt. I sincerely hope you enjoy your stay."
ScherblockWolk in German means "Cutting Clouds."
Zum Afrika means-to Africa!
Ja-Yeah!
Krieg-War!
Danke\Danke Schon-Thank you\ thank you very much.
Herr-polite masculine title
Sieg Heil-nazi salute
