A/N ok first, I'm sorry, but I have a good reason, while in the middle of writing the second chapter I realized there was a gigantic hole in the plot I thought up, so I had to start re-working the whole thing without getting rid of what I wanted to remain in the story. I hope this is good.
Snow. Its cold, and when piled up its like I fine powder of ice, in the Ardennes forests and mountains even in the spring snow was constant. Thick evergreens made up most of the area, with only a few empty patches of field and small towns peppering the land scape.
A convoy was moving though the forests on an old dirt road, while it was not particularly cold at the moment, it was not warm enough to melt the light dusting that had been given the previous night. These soldiers belonged to Germany, a trio of .11 half-tracks led by a Panzer-III Ausf.A, with twenty men speed walking with the vehicles on either side. These men where part of a supply convoy for an outpost a little ways away from the Maginot Line. Fresh guns, food, ammo, and equipment had been loaded into the armored cars.
The tank however was not a standard part of the convoy, they had only started to use it because someone had been raiding supply depots and convoys much like this one, the tank was meant to scare them off. While its 5 cm KwK 38 L/42 gun was certainly not the biggest gun in the world, its rapid fire capabilities made it a good anti-personnel and infantry support vehicle.
But that would not save any of them.
Several thuds could be heard. Several of the men looked to their feet, several objects that looked distinctly like potato mashers had landed on the ground next to them. But they where not as innocent as they appeared. Many of them froze in fear and horror, only one had found his voice.
"Granate!" (Grenade!)
Contrary to the popular of beliefs of civilians grenades do not produce all encompassing fiery explosions. They go off with a loud pop and leave a large puff of smoke from their discharge, the shrapnel shreds the flesh and clothing of anyone nearby with immense speed. With near a dozen of these German grenades going off all around the convoy, only the drivers of the vehicles and passengers still remained as the drivers ducked behind the metal doors to avoid the blasts. The men outside practically reduced to puddles of blood and guts.
One of the half track drivers panicked, leaving formation and attempting to go full speed past the rest of the convoy, but as he was turning out of position the engine block was hit by a panzerfaust from the trees, its front half exploded, destroying the driver's cockpit. The four men remaining inside the two others attempted to jump out with their weapons ready, but they where gunned down the moment the doors where cracked open by carbine fire from the surrounding forests.
The tank began to traverse, pointing its body in the direction of the panzerfaust, but it was hit by another rocket that blasted towards it seemingly out of nowhere, it detonated on contact with the driver's view port. Screams of pain could be heard from the inside as others began to shout. No one attempted to open the hatch or look through the view port, and therefor did not see around ten soldiers in German uniform surround them.
They where wearing nothing but black, Glossy black boots, trench coat, gloves, pants, and a menacing black helmet with a gas mask was their attire, the only color besides a bit of snow that had collected on them being the blood red glass visors placed in front of their eyes. For eight of them their guns consisted of the Karabiner 98 Kurz and Gewehr 98 one of them had an MP-40, the last one, and by far the largest of them was shouldering a Maschinengewehr 34 light machinegun and had a panzerfaust straped around his back. The one with the MP-40 held up a fist, then held up her index finger, before making her hand flat and silently gestured with a wave to the hatch on top of the tank.
One of the men surrounding the tank reloaded his bolt-action Kar-98 while walking towards it, climbing on and knocking on the top hatch, before pulling back and pointing his rifle at it. The hatch opened, the head of a man in a tank commanders cap appeared, the soldier put a round in his head, before priming a grenade and tossing it in. He placed his foot on the hatch after slamming it shut, a few horrified screams where heard but nothing audible. Another loud pop was heard inside and then everything was silent.
"Die Lieferungen geladen und bereit zu gehen." (Get the supplies loaded up and get ready to leave) A strong feminine voice said from behind the mask of the one with the MP-40.
The others did as instructed, taking the supplies out of the ruined half track and placing the remaining gear on the two that where left untouched. When they where finished, they all climbed on the vehicles as they drove off road in to the north west.
After a few moments, another figure walked into the area, not flinching at the scene before him, dark violet eyes examined the handy-work, a grin making its way onto his face.
"Well, it will certainly be better than working with the Kozuki resistance, these soldiers look like they know what they are doing, now if only I knew how to convince them I am on their side..."
"And that means gaining trust, something you seem to have a hard time doing." An apathetic voice said from behind, startling him.
He whipped around in surprise, recognizing the voice. He was met with a woman who had green hair, gold eyes, pale skin, and was wearing a white coat, pants, and snow boots.
"... What in the hell are you doing here?" He questioned after pulling his thoughts together.
"I didn't want to leave you behind." She answered.
"Huh?"
She sighed, rolling her eyes.
"First, you where found because unlike you I existed in this time period and while the politics are different many people are the same, thus I have connections, and managed to track you down. You failed with Requiem, you didn't make the world hate you, that would mean there was no one in existence that cares about you. I care, and so did Nunnally, and Shirley and Milly and Rivalz and Euphie and that poor boy Rolo, and even though your parents did a shitty job of showing it they cared too in their own sick, twisted way, even after ruining their plans and killing them for good they still cared, hell even orange boy cared, and when the black knights figured out what you where doing? I'm pretty sure I saw Tohdoh cry when I finally got there. And Kallen? She was about ready to go insane."
He looked away in shame.
"Are you sorry?"
"What parts are you asking about?"
"For trying to leave those that care about you behind so selfishly?"
He took a deep breath.
"Yes."
"Say it right."
He closed his eyes.
"I am sorry for leaving my loved ones behind, I didn't want to, but my life, and the world where so fucked up, I wanted to fix it, and I was about ready to die as it was. Now that I am here, in a new world and a different war, I will not allow myself to make the same mistakes and continue to lose people if I can help it."
"Promise us something."
His eyes opened and he raised an eyebrow, urging her to continue.
"Promise us you wont do anything like that ever again."
"I promise..."
She smiled.
"We are happy to hear that."
He gave her a nod, then realized what she said.
"Wait...us... we?" He asked.
Out from behind a tree next to C.C. another woman he recognized stepped out. A red head with blue eyes stared him down, a tear running down from her right eye down her cheek, otherwise she was unflinching.
"You and I are gona have a hell of a talk..." She muttered.
'Please lord, if you are listening, don't let her kill me...' He thought with a gulp.
"Ohhhhhh this is going to be fun." C.C. teased